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absolutebl · 11 months

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I'd like to specify a request for good Thai shows that just finished. They're my favorite for many reasons, and I also enjoy getting to learn more Thai words.

Good 2023 Thai BL That Recently Finished (to Binge!)

(I actually held off answering this one until a few had ended this week because I didn't have many for 2023. It's not been great year for Thai BL so far IMHO. Now South Korea is KILLING it. So is Japan.. in a different way.)

My School President

9/10

GMMTV gave us a classic high school set Thai BL with tropes like messy boys singing their feelings that made this one Love Sick for the modern age with all the gentle sweetness and pining ache, but none of the dated damaging tropes or issues.

Yes, we’ve seen it all before, but I still ADORED this. And there is a lot to be said for the classics being re-executed perfectly. Who let my BL be this wholesome and funny? This show was fantastic, it’s only flaw was the singing (and that’s my baggage).

My favourite GMMTV BL offering to date. And yes, I've watched them ALL. (YouTube)

Step By Step

9/10

This was Thailand’s answer to The New Employee, and everything I loved about that show I loved about this one.

This was an office romance between stern boss and sweet subordinate that felt more authentic to an office environment than previous Thai BLs of this ilk. And that authenticity added tension to the narrative and character development (how novel). Now that might be because it has western source material, or it might be because it is actually kind of old-fashioned (it’s been years since I worked as an office grunt). I also really enjoyed the brothers’ relationship, and kinda wished they hadn’t attempted (and failed) to give said brother his own side BL.

(Gaga & YouTube & Viki)

La Pluie

9/10

This BL takes to task the fated mates trope and what it means to have love chained intimately to predestination. It’s about how faith in destiny before choice diminishes the authenticity of emotion, relationships, and connection. This is a high concept to examine through the lens of a BL.

By activating + examining the soulmates trope this show is challenging a foundation of romance: the idea that there is one person meant to be your one romantic partner all your life. This means that we, as viewers, spend much of the show worried about it having a happy ending, and that’s the source of both its brilliance and tension: would the narrative have the strength to truly challenge its own romantic core?

But, ultimately, all this elevated complexity was executed in a somewhat shaky manner with the narrative derailing into some serious pacing issues and characters manipulated by miscommunication. However, with good chemistry and decent acting all around, plus some excellent high heat and representation of consent and a few other rare tropes, this one has to (like it’s sibling show My Ride) earn a 9/10.

I enjoyed it even as it made me think. (iQIYI)

Make a Wish

8/10

PNR (from Sammon: Manner of Death & Triage) about a doctor who can see the dead and strikes a bargain with a wish-granting irreverent tree angel - naturally they fall in love.

Stars Fluke Natouch opposite not-Ohm, but who cares bc Fluke has chemistry with everybody. Once again the Thai afterlife is incredibly bureaucratic but I enjoyed the premise and the unfolding of the story (it’s not predictable but still satisfying and with nice little twist). I like that the doctor is just gay af and has a fag hag bestie and everything.

The cast is excellent but the comedic stylings are too overblown and tonally off. It had sad parts and did make me cry but is ultimately happy with a great sex scene, good smiley kisses, and all the agency. (grey)

Moonlight Chicken

8/10

I enjoyed this complicated little show, even though it’s spectacularly messy gay with lots of shrapnel and authentic pain.

I thought EarthMix turned in their most compelling performance to date. But it was GeminiFourth who stole my heart.

That said, the most interesting central relationship was that of Jim & Li Ming, their father-son angst mixed with evident affection made me tear up.

This was more slice of life than it was BL, but it ended happily so I’m not mad at it. (YouTube)

Never Let Me Go

8/10

Bodyguard romance where poor boy must watch over rich boy for family obligation reasons. Simple premise well executed with a few bumps that made it feel like it was trying to tackle too much (when it wasn’t).

Still, an enjoyable show that benefited from being handed to PondPhuwin who did a stellar job with their roles and chemistry. Is it going into permanent rewatch rotation? No, but a solid GMMTV offering. Of GMMTV passing out new series to established pairs this has been the most successful IMHO. PondPhuwin were about 10000x better in this than FUTS (and that's FUTS's fault, not theirs).

It's typically Thai in that its a bit bloated and has a confusing plot, but at least it HAD a plot and the central relationship is solid and loyal. Their Our Skyy 2 follow up is great. And very much adds to the cannon in a fun way rather than feeling superfluous - making this show ultimately 14 eps rather than the usual 12. (YouTube)

Destiny Seeker

8/10

A darn near perfect pulp featuring 3 likable grumpy/sunshine pairings with uncomplicated iterations of enemies to lovers. At least one half of each does a decent amount of pining and there’s good chemistry, classic tropes, and communication rep. It’s fun and full of linguistic jokes.

Sublimely cheesy but a good rainy day offering with tons of rewatch potential. (WeTV)

Bed Friend

8/10 (Triggers include: child abuse, attempted rape, family abuse)

Office frienamies transition a flaming hot one night stand into a f-buddy relationship that is built on a puppy/cat dynamic (and kinks into it at one point). Our puppy is loyal, smitten, and protective with endlessly longing eyes, while our cat is snarky, prickly, and deeply damaged (ALL THE TRIGGERS).

NetJames give lovely high-heat with excellent chemistry and tuned-in performances of surprising depth, unfortunately the story ultimately failed them. Had the show had the strength of its convictions and kept to a tighter, darker, harsher 8 eps it would have been the first high heat to earn a 10/10 from me, but once they fussed with it, it dropped to a solid 8/10.

Could have been great but was overworked. Still if high heat is your thing, this one will not let you down. (YouTube)

Between Us

8/10

Featuring the hugely popular side characters from 2019′s Until We Meet Again, Win Team (played by Studio Wabi Sabi's most popular, and commercially viable, pair BounPrem - Long Khong, You Never Eat Alone, Seven Project, Even Sun), adaptation of the y-novel Hemp Rope.

It’s a serviceable series about hot swimmers flirting and dealing with family drama in a sweetly earnest manner, but ultimately it squanders the talent in play. I would’ve preferred a cleaner narrative arc, less angst and more plot, fewer couples, and a shorter series.

That said, there’s nothing objectively wrong, sub-standard, or off-putting about this show. And it has lots of consent and other good qualities.

It’s fine. Watch along here. (iQIYI)

This list dated July 16 2023, not responsible for anything that came after, that'll probably be in end of year wrap ups.

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fan-goddess · 1 year

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His pretty muse {3)

Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x reader

Summary: Aegon finds what he thinks is love simply by looking through his camera lens. The only issue is, you don’t know how much he truly admires your beauty and how much he comes to crave you

Warnings: Dark themes mentioned, masterbation, pervy!aegon, talk of male oral, (any I missed let me know)

Story Taglist: @jamespotterismydaddy, @chompchompluke, @flrboyd, @teazlic, @sajida-cameron, @valeskafics,

Author Note: If you wish to be added to the taglist then please comment. If you wish to be taken out of it then say that here aswell. If it’s in bold I am unable to tag you

Other Chapters: one, two, three,

Other links: My Pretty Muse Masterlist

Aegon doesn’t regret a thing when he wakes up that morning and uses you as a way to rid himself of his morning wood. His hand finds itself sliding under the thin blanket he slept in last night and grips himself tightly. Your name is muttered like a prayer under his breath as his head goes back to those images of you last night.

He knows he could easily just go get his laptop to look at the pictures more clearly, but he’s way to lazy to go and grab it even if it’s only a few steps away. Besides, he’s already moved on from thinking of those photos to thinking of scenarios of you in such scandalous positions it’d make the maiden blush. His favourite by far, and the one that makes him cum, is the thought of you on your knees in-front of him looking up at him through your lashes while you struggle to take all of him in your mouth.

He grabs a random sock on the side of his bed and wipes himself down when he’s finished, before trailing to the shower and blasting himself in some cold water. After he dries himself off he debates on what to wear to take you on a supposed tour of the town, but to be perfectly honest, he knows jack shit apart from a spot that famous for suicides. Though he honestly doubts he’ll be able to weave that fact in without making you run for your perfect fucking family…

He decides on some butt ugly polo shirt he accidentally stole of his brother years ago when he left. It’s slightly tight on him cause of how bigger he’s gotten practically living of fish and chips, but hey, anything for his girl right? He even puts some weird conditioner thing in his hair before ultimately rethinking about how freakishly like his brother he became in that moment. “Like a god damn vampire…” he giggles slightly when he looks at himself in the mirror, before sticking his head under the tap and rinsing it to start all over again.

He’s eventually done though, and walks to the direction of your house with his hands in his trouser pockets and his camera tucked away on his desk, for once by on him. He refuses to scare you away just yet, even though the thought kind of excites him. He even whistles a part of a song he heard walking past a house with an open window. He thinks it’s called pumped up kicks or something like that.

When he gets to your house, he finally gets a chance to look at it in the sunlight. It’s a decent sized bungalow, but the paintwork is fucking ghastly. It’s supposed to be a golden yellow, a colour he knew well in his former life, yet here it’s changed into some sickly jaundice piss stained yellow. If you ever ask if he wants to help with housework, he’s starting with this whether you agree with him or not.

The house he can hear has already come alive with people. Children’s screams and adults shouting echo of the house in waves. He even hears his own ‘name’ shouted. “Sissy your lover boy is here for you!”

It almost brings a sort of smile to his face when he knocks, and the chaos within seems to get ten times louder. He hears you most clearly. Demanding your parents/grandparents to keep the kids away from the town that day so you can’t run into them, with the whining of the kids following swiftly afterwards. You come out a couple minutes later. Your cheeks are red with he assumes is embarrassment yet his head can’t help but think of the possible reasons for having red cheeks.

“Sorry about them. My family’s kinda annoyed I’m not going with them on this stupid walk they planned, yet gave no one else a heads up on about until this morning-“ Usually he finds himself wanting to smack ramblers who can’t get to the point. Yet while you do so he can’t help but find it cute and endearing. He hears you talk but he doesn’t really listen, cause all he can think while you’re doing it is how cute you are. Your hands are moving in time with your voice. When it rises, your hands rise too. It’s an awfully funny thing to witness not that he’s noticed it.

He doesn’t even realise that the two of you are walking though while he pretends to listen to you. Yet your sudden direction of voice brings him out of this little bubble he made just for you. “I thought you said about giving me a tour?” You giggled as you spoke, yet when you raised your eyebrow almost daringly you somehow manage to turn something so perfectly innocent, into something so damn seductive.

“Well sorry princess. Kinda got caught up in your story. I mean, what is a guy supposed to focus on when a beautiful womans talking to him? Not give her attention? Now that’s just cruel of him.” His fuckboy charm doesn’t seem to have any problem coming back to him. Even after a couple years of not using it it seems he still has the swagger. It practically roars in remembrance when you blush at the compliment.

“Wow you’re a real charmer aren’t you PM…” That fucking nickname mixed with the fucking smile you have, it nearly makes him pop a boner there and then.

“Hell yeah I am princess.” It’s a simple response mixed with a simple lazy wink, yet that combo seemed to make you react the most. Your face turns a light pink and your mouth moulds itself into a bashful smile. It’s got to be one of his best works yet he’s got to say.

The walk he hadn’t even realised they were on continues. He halfheartedly talks about the buildings they pass, playing into that tour guide thing he said he’d do but had no intention of actually doing. He makes sure to put in his own personal spin to it though. He makes sure to say stories about the people who live their or frequent there.

“A man named Paul lives there. He’s goes absolutely fucking mental when you step on his grass. Parently he sprayed some little kids with his hose a couple years ago when they played on it. Even gave one a bloody nose cause they fell down getting sprayed or some shit.”

“No!” You gasped. It goes on like that for around an hour. Just him and you messing about discussing gossip about people like the weird women at his mothers boring as fuck book club.

Whilst he’s in the middle of the rumour on one of the fisherman shagging the fish however, you stop, and when he looks back you’ve got a massive grin on your face.

“Something wrong pretty girl?” He asks. It’s strange, as he both does and doesn��t mean the sentimental tone behind it. You don’t respond immediately, only pointing to something behind him with that grin still on your face.

When he turns around, the memory of it hits him like a freight train. It’s an ice cream shop, and he said he’d buy you an ice cream. An internal panic hits him suddenly. What if he has no money on him? Would you think he’s poor for not having any money on him? (Even though he knows he technically is no doubt) or would you pity him and try and play a sympathy card?

While you walk to the entrance, his hands frantically shake and pull at any and all of his pockets, and low and behold the faint sigh of relief when his hand clasps on a lim forgotten twenty pound note hidden away. His footsteps slap against the hard shop as he enters and finds you grinning with rosy cheeks waiting for him.

“You already know what you want princess?” He asks.

“I’m thinking vanilla. It’s basic but a classic.” You ponder. When he looks at the flavours he remembers why he never comes in here. He’s an indecisive little shit.

“Good choice!” The kid behind the counter smiles. It’s obvious the kids not entirely thrilled to be there. The smiles too forced and the eyes look way to dull. Even the way he spoke the generic saying Aegon would bet his boss told him to say, was as if the freaking Terminator voiced him. And the cherry on top, the kids name tag says his names Geoffrey. What kind of sick fuck names there kid Geoffrey in this time? Sociopaths from the fucking thirties, that’s who.

When you turn to him, the kids eyes seem to droop down to look at your tits, and it takes everything in him not to leap over that counter and beat him till he’s unconscious with that stupid ice cream scooper he’s holding.

“Hey kid” The attentions of the tits now, and the kid can no doubt see the anger in his eyes. “I’ll get a vanilla too. In a tub, not a cone though.”

He can already feel the judgment radiating off in waves. Reflecting off the once vibrant now sickly shade of yellow of the ice cream parlour walls. The two of you don’t have to wait long till the kids calling for the two of you, as unsurprisingly enough, no one wants to go in the piss coloured ice cream parlour.

When he walks outside, holding the door open for you like from some stupid romcom movie his sister always raved on, he leads you to an old bench overlooking some trees. It’s like one of those things old married couples do. Sit on an old bench no doubt dedicated to some old person and feed the ducks.

Before the two of you have even sat down, he’s already ditched the pathetic pink plastic spoon the kid gave him. So instead, he uses his preferred method of eating ice cream. Holding the tub to his lips and licking it straight from the tub. He can feel your eyes watching him. Though whether it was from the way he was eating it or the tub itself he has no idea.

“Oh princess your staring” he practically sings. From the corner of his eye he sees your head quickly turn back to your own food and lick it a couple times. It takes everything in him to not groan out loud when he eagerly watched you kitten lick the white liquid that already begun to drip down your hand from the heat.

The silence between him and yourself though he finds is strange nice. Every so rarely often with the move of his arm his elbow brushes against your own arm, and Aegon has to stop himself every time from obsessing in his mind over the small contact.

Eventually the sun gets to his ice cream, leaving the dessert to pool in his cup. So he does what any sane person would do. He tilts it back and drinks it like a shot. He can see your head turn to him while he does this, the slurping sound not silent in anyway whatsoever. When he’s done and wipes whatever remnants stayed on his face he hears a little giggle coming from his left. A little giggle coming from you.

Aegon turns to you with a lazy grin. Mainly to tease you about the giggle, yet his gaze seems to zero in on a small dollop of ice cream that hangs in the corner of your mouth. He can’t even find himself able to look away. The once lazy grin he can feel fade as his hand moves with a mind of its own to wipe away at the white stuff with his thumb. It doesn’t end there, as he next licks at that very same thumb to get rid of the ice cream while making direct eye contact with you.

“Sorry…” He awkwardly smiles. Deep inside, he knows damn well he doesn’t mean the apology. He’d probably do it again if it meant he could touch you over and over. He’s probably even lick the remnants straight of your skin if you asked him to.

“It’s okay” you still someone manage to smile so cutely with a blush that’s taken your face hostage. “Why do you do that? Eat ice cream with a tub?”

Aegons never really had to think about it. Even though no one ever asked. Maybe it was cause he always hung about with the sheep kids in school. The ones who only hung onto your every word cause you had more money than them, and by the seven did he have a lot. “I’ve never had a cone before. Plus It always seems to go soggy whenever ice creams there for too long and all I can think about when I see it is wet cardboard.”

“Okay.” That’s all you say? Okay! Where’s the judgement?! Where’s the calling him a weirdo?! Where’s the normal human response?

“You don’t think it’s weird?” He’s insecurity creeps up on him as his nail gets pushed further into his palm. It’s a bad habit yes, learnt straight from mother dearest, but it distracts him from the humiliation with a nice feeling of pain. So why stop when he’s having fun?

“We all have our preferences, and you just have yours. Who am I to judge?” You say with a shrug as you go back to eating your cone. It’s simple how you said it. It was so simple and short. Yet why does he feel like he’s having a heart attack?

Aegon doesn’t speak for the rest of the ice cream part of the, is it a date? Do you count it as a date? He probably would count it as a date but only if you-

“You okay?” It’s your voice that brings him out of whatever mind melt he just went through. Yet he could never tell you that. If there’s one thing he got beat into him, men don’t show emotion. Or at least that’s what he was taught and shown anyway.

“I’m fine princess.” Again, the fuckboy smile comes out and is rewarded with a blush. His heart goes fast at the sight of it. It beats even fast when there’s more white ice cream on the corner of your lip, slowing dripping down the side of your mouth. If there’s a god out there, he’s currently torturing him.

It’s only worse for him when this time, you feel the ice cream and lick it away with your tongue. The sight of it makes his pants stir.

“What now- oh shit!” The shocked face you make leaves his head spinning. He turns his head a couple times to see if it’s something around the two of you which made you act so… surprised, but there’s no one but him and you, as-well as some old cat that wonders around. You couldn’t be that much of a cat lady right?

“I still don’t really know your name! I’m practically on a date with a complete stranger! Good gods for all I know you’re planning on taking me back to your place and locking me in a basement!” That’s actually sort of close… only he doesn’t have a basement. Should he invest in a basement?

“No one knows my real name princess. That’s kinda the point of why people call me PM.” Aegon attempts to diffuse the sudden tension with another fuck boy smile, but if anything it seems to make it worse…

“So you’re telling me no one in this entire town knows who you really are?”

“Nope.” It’s a simple answer, for a simple question. Yet it makes him think about it all. No one in this town does actually know who he is. The hair should’ve been a dead give away for who he was, yet no one questioned him about it. No one in any conversation he’d ever had in this town ever really asked him questions about him…

“What’s it begin with?” Your voice breaks him out of the tangent, yet when he turns his to look at you he’s forced to look straight into your eyes. Your very pretty, very close to him eyes.

“What?”

“Your name. Your real name. Not some made up alias you came up with but your actual, parent given or whatever adult given name. Tell me what it begins with if your not comfortable to say it fully.”

Aegon sighs in defeat when he sees your determined eyes. Again, your very close to him eyes that make his own want to drift to your lips and see if they taste of the vanilla ice cream. “My father picked my name, mainly cause he was a traditional cunt. It begins with an A.”

“Anthony?”

“Like that Bridgerton dude?”

“You watch Bridgerton?”

“No I remember when I was on the beach and a bunch of girls in skimpy bikinis were talking about the dude. Sounds like a dick for ditching his betrothed for her sister if you asked me.”

“Gonna just ignore that for the bigger issue… Arnold?”

“GET TO THE CHOPPER!”

“Dear gods give me strength… How about Archie?”

“Nope”

“Archibald?”

“Is that what I am to you princess? A fucking duke from the m 1800’s? I’m very harshly offended!”

“Achilles?”

“Are you trying to ask insinuate something princess?”

A frustrated sort of growl rips from your throat, and Aegon can’t help himself from thinking that’s the most hottest thing he’s ever heard. It almost naws at his head the idea that you growl like that in bed. When he takes you from behind, would you growl like that just for him while he’s cumming inside and paining your insides white? He certainly hopes so. He’s not very sorry for the fact he can feel himself getting hard in front of you. As why should he? He’ll be hopefully fucking you soon enough.

“You are so annoying!” You moan with your hands clenched in what he assumes is frustration. It makes him subconsciously smile from amusement.

“That’s the goal princess.” He winks for what feels like the tenth time today. That inner fuck boy really seems to be coming back full swing, though the worst part is he can’t tell if it’s a good or a bad thing. The good part is, he’s able to flirt with you like a bird flying. Scoring a couple deep blushes he’ll store the image of later. The bad part however, now that part of him is unlocked, the thoughts of that lifestyle are hitting him full force.

The images of you with that ice cream on your lips sending his mind racing. Sounds of you groaning playing again and again as if they’re on some old record player he can’t turn off. The taste of the ice cream is what he’s thinking your lips would taste like if he was to kiss you.

To be honest, the rest of the date not date went like a blur. As if he’d somehow snorted some sort of coke and was in some hallucinagenic high or something. Yeah, he remembers showing you the rest of the shitty buildings and telling you peoples secrets like you and him were on some shitty quiz show (unlike catchphrase if you ever dissed catchphrase he’d probably have to kill you). But honestly, it was as if he was watching it from above. The only way he can think of to describe it is from that marvel movie Dr Strange with the weird ghost thing they do.

The only way he’s brought back to his own body is when he felt the sudden warmth of your body on his. The feeling like his soul was entering his body hitting him harshly and quickly as he realised what was going on. You were hugging him. Your hands were wrapped around him and your head was in his neck.

Aegon can’t deny he didn’t enjoy the feeling of your warmth, but he also can’t deny the uncomfortable feeling of the hug itself. His arms though did not move, only limply and awkwardly stiff at his sides. His chin was brushing against the shell of your ear. Worst of all, he could feel his chest beating like he ran one of those marathon things, it’s almost worst that he doesn’t know if why his heart was beating so fast whether because it was from the sudden affection, or because while you hugged him he realised he could feel the imprint of your breasts.

You look up at him with your chest still in quite close proximity to his own, and your hands placed on his forearms. You seem to ponder something with a raised brow, as your mouth already begins to move.“You’re not a big hug kinda guy are you?”

“No I guess not.” He simply shrugs. His arms still hang limply, while your face is still close. He’s almost tempted to lean forward and close that gap. See if your lips will taste like the vanilla ice cream you were licking not long ago. He can’t deny though that he likes this act even better than going for the taste. A small torture for a large reward. Maybe it’s the masochist in him? Or the sadist that revels in the cat and mouse game your not even aware your playing. Call him insane, it’s not like he’s never heard it before anyway.

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satoruhour · 10 months

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my dear t !! for the ask game ❤️ 📚 & 🎨 !!

i hope you’re having a lovely day so far btw ily 🫶🏻

❤️: what is your favourite line that you've written in a fic?

ooh . i have a few that i think r decent :’) it’s not often i like the things i put out but these r the ones that stuck out to me !! theyre all fluff lmfoaoojj

“by the gods, i’m sure they’re all talking about you in the love songs they write.” is what he whispers against your lips, a soft breath of words that make your heart flutter and skin burn. that’s what the present is with suguru. “but if you ask me, a lone man, to write something, i’d do it with a million and one songs, poems, reveries. more than i can count.” — from an untitled on my old blog “it’s like hearing aphrodite sing, and yet you cross her by miles both in beauty and voice. surely, he shouldn’t mention that out loud, but eros can’t possibly help the arrow puncturing his heart, and looking at his psyche now, he thinks you look absolutely flawless.” — from oversized never looked this good “the words are caught in his throat when you fingers go over the 悟 of his name, three syllables packaged into a single character. he didn’t expect you to remember, but it breathes some life back into him when you do it over his heart. he can’t remember the last time he let someone trace his name so intimately. with one last lingering kiss, you both succumb to slumber in peace, with gojo satoru’s first name in the palm of your hand, and his last name aching to take its place in front of your own.” — from 悟; “gojo satoru learns more and more about himself through the lens of your eyes — a love letter sealed with the saccharine strawberry you apply every morning and your whispered confessions that hold a multitude of suns to leave his fingertips blazing and heart soaring.” — from the drabble about gojo’s dimples “he treats you like painters do to their muse: gentle, delicate, a million memories of your anatomy seared into his brain from how long he’s stared at you.” — from late night drift w/ megumi

📚: is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

SO. MANY. literally ALL my moots omg ill link my mutual page and you can go crazy from there !!!! theyre all such talented people ! @kazushawty, @hoshigray ELLIE ! the lovely person who sent this ask, @crysugu, @jabamin, @getousex, @slttygeto, @preciousamethyst, @seeingivy, @rlvsmegumi, @zarihaaa, @etherealxmaya, @sluut4toji, @lov3rbody, @cybercandy1, @papersirens, @omgeto, @heavenlyevil (im so sorry if i missed u out im absolutely sleepy rn 😓🥹)

others include @shotorus, @saetoru, @sugurini @prettyboykatsuki @suget @satohruu ahh those are at the top of my head rn! pls pls follow them and give them ur love @ whoever sees this !!!

as for fanfics i dont save fanfics often apart from the reblogs on my pagebgnfjf and im not that good of a gauge for good fanfic cause i like EVERYTHING but i love gojo drabbles by saintobio, pixellated starboy by karma, geto’s fix it fic, what if you’re someone i just want around by saetoru, love alarm by ellie !!! one of his girls by empress (omgeto), nanami’s cariño, boy it’s you i desire by dilly (crysugu), just let me love you by anya / jabamin AAAAHHAHANI REQUESTED THIS I LOVE IT SM!!!! i have lots and lots of favourites im sorrryyy 😭😭😭

🎨: if someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

i mentioned once anything from the racer au would be so cool!! seeing them as racers would be soooo nic or maybe a scene from clementines involved geto peeling an orange for you 🥹 but tbh anything would be good ngl i would love even if it was a simply sketch 😭

ask game 💒

#i am having a not so slay day im afraid but i love you too 🩷#i hope YOU r having a swell day!!!#but thank you for the ask omg i love youuuu #satoruhour's mutuals #asks #hyomagiri

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ilovebeingaturtle · 9 months

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Besides 87 raph what’s your opinion on the other iterations just curious

Assuming you mean the other iterations of Raph? So! Cracks knuckles here we go-

First of all I really enjoy 90s Raph, just the fact? His ass keeps getting into trouble? Like first movie he’s thrown through a window, second movie he gets kidnapped by the Foot, this boy is accident prone and I love it AHA also his accent is super fun. I wouldn’t rank him tooo highly on a list of favourites? 90s!Donnie is my favourite live action turtle overall, but he’s great! And if you add on 07 as the fourth movie for this version of turtles he’s awesome, I fucking love the concept of the nightwatcher!!! And his dynamic with Casey in that movie might be my favourite version of the duo, good Raph all around pats his head

Feel like I should also add on my thoughts about Next Mutation Raph here too while on the topic of like-the live action turtles, but I honestly don’t have much to say yet AHA, I’ve only seen like four episodes so far and I think Venus is the only character I really like from it (she’s so lovely,,,my sweet daughter,,) OH also! Adding on again with live action, I think the fact that Raph is one of the singers for the stageshow tours is fucking brilliant AHA, something about him being musical inclined just feels right for me (maybe because 87!Raphael loves singing all the time so seeing other iterations do it makes me happy? Who is to say) also the suit designs are just really cute I love their goofy accessories

03! 03! I LOVE 03! One of the lamest Raph’s but that just endears him even more to me, his lines are just so. Cheesy and uncool, and they’re delivered with the gruffest thickest accent ever, it’s perfect. He’s also just such a good brother, he can be so patient and supportive, 03 has such a well rounded team man. Like the bonds are so strongggg, you really feel such a connection between all the turtles. Like I adore his back and forth with Mikey, him and Donnie’s dynamic I feel like I don’t even need to talk about and him and Leo are so sweeeeet. Oh! Also! Love how Fast Forward made him the tallest, it’s perfect boy had a growth spurt. (Oh, also I hope this isn’t cheating by bringing up 87, but I love the dynamic Turtles Forever gave him with the 87 turtles. Could it have been written better? Yes. But is the concept of him slowly warming up to them and acting like their older brother adorable? Also yes.)

I think if I’m going in release order IDW is next? In which case, YEAHHH THIS GUY! The idea that he briefly was alone after being first mutated is so fascinating, I like how it puts a new lens on his loner habits, he’s also just super caring and ah! Good Raph! Him and Pepperoni are adorable and I like how he was the one to reach out to Mikey when like-that whole situation was happening. I have more thoughts but ajshajshsjshajhs ya know-

2012 Raph is like one of my favourites, I think just the fact he’s so sweet and gentle sometimes is just really endearing, he’s the Disney princess Raph! Look at those Rapunzel green eyes, I love it. He’s also just so fucking funny, his dialogue is dripping with sarcasm he’s got quips and it’s great. Plus his dynamic with Splinteeeeeerrr was so fucked gahhhhI just love this little guy man! He’s a good little guy! Like usual I struggle to put my thoughts about 2012 turtles into words I just want to shake them around like dog toys instead

Okay so I haven’t actually seen the first Bayverse movie yet, but I really like Raph in the second! He’s fun! I really enjoyed how him and Mikey are a duo almost, they’re both team purple ooze and that was super fun. I kinda really wish Bayverse had it’s own spin-off cartoon to expand more, I think Out of the Shadows had some strong concepts and it just tripped over itself a lot AHA, oh! Also since this is kinda short, on the topic of movies I enjoyed Batman VS TMNT Raph a lot too, that scene where he talks down Batman and talks about family? Like that sold him for me, both good movie boys

I think Rise making Raph the big brother is amazing, it’s so cool to see things shaken up and his portrayal in the show really does make sense. He’s still recognisable as Raph, but we get to see how a character we love can be shaped differently by new circumstances. All Raph’s have that natural protector role but now we see how him being the ‘Leo’ would impact that-also that aside he’s just a super sweet Raph! I love how he’s still playful while trying so hard to get his brothers to work as a team, I wish we had more episodes where he tries to get them to do stupid training exercises. There’s just something so earnest about this version, you gotta love him

Mutant Mayhem Raph surprised me! If I’m honest, while I don’t find anything wrong with more violent and angry leaning Raphs they’re definitely not the iterations I personally lean to the most? 87!Raphael is my favourite so that’s probably a given AHA, but like this boy completely knocked it out of the park. I love how smug he is, this boy is honestly just happy to be here and he got quite a few laughs out of me. He’s a very well balanced mix of what has come before honestly, I’m super excited to see him in depth in the future. AND HIS WHOLE DYNAMIC WITH HIS BROS IS JUST SO CUTEEEEEE OKAY IM DONE AUSHAJAH

#I just sorta rambled hope this is even readable AHAJAH #Sorry to any Raphs I missed! this post would have gone on forever if I continuedjagsjsh

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prince-toffee · 10 months

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Spoilers for Mutant Mayhem:

So, yesterday I watched TMNT Mutant Mayhem.

And yeah, it was good, it was fun. But I wouldn't say it's the best version of the TMNT or anything. The only reason why it's so popular and why the larger world is saying that 'the turtles are finally back' is because it's a theatrical movie and associated with Rogen. Also, that little tidbit kinda pisses me off, 'the turtles are finally back' wha- fu- where did they go? What the fuck are you talking about? Seth Rogan didn't revive a dead franchise or anything. TMNT has been thriving for years! The comics is excellent. The shows are phenomenal. Fuckin' we've been here! We didn't go anywhere. I imagine it's people who aren't turtle fans that are saying this. People who watched 87 as kids and then grew up and didn't stay with the franchise and saw it evolve through the years. Geewankers as we Transformers fans call them. And I think this movie is fun, it's good, but it's not God's gift to humanity or whatever. If I'd have to rank it it'd be directly in the middle of turtle media, far from the worse, far from the best.

So here's some positives:

It's gorgeous. It's beautiful. It takes the creativity of Spider-Verse and makes it it's own, with the graffiti, school desk doodles aesthetic. It's. GORGEOUS. The artistic story telling of this movie is amazing, having the humans be just as 'ugly' and isometrical and dirty and lumpy as the mutants, showcasing a sense of realness and the fact that they're just as monstrous as the mutants they fear. Not that it looks anything like that, but it reminds me of the art of Gary Frank, artist of Superman Secret Origin (highly recommend) who manages to capture the beauty in the imperfection and sometimes uglyness of humanity. All the while the turtles are portrayed as these claymation-esk cute little potatoes, and that makes you immediately endeared to them.

Some of my favourite effects have to be using scribbles as lens flares for car headlights, and for dust kicked up by car tyres. I also love the use of inbetween frames on the weapons when they're in motion, that is one of my favourite visual tropes in animation, chef's kiss, that's why the bo staff was always my favourite weapon from the 2003 series (which introduced me to the TMNT), it's always so satisfying to watch.

The pacing of this movie is fantastic. Not a boring scene in the movie.

The action is out of this world. I think we all know the scene I taking about. The 'No Diggity' scene is by far the best scene in the movie. Nothing for me can beat the Shredder fight from Rise, but this, this is second place no doubt.

All of the characters are likable and cute. I don't know if I have a stand out favourite in this film, I just like all of the boys equally. And that's another really awesome thing about this movie. It's not the Raph and Leo show, each turtle is given an equal amount of screen time. It helps that all the turtles have the same unified character arc so it all follows nicely, especially tied with April's own arc, which feeds into Splinter's arc. Nicely done.

Soundtrack is a banger.

Darker than I thought. But not too much. A nice balance. That opening scene is immaculate. The tone, Trent Rezenor's ost, the vibes are off the chart.

Now, the negatives (for me) :

None of the characters are really my favourite incarnations of the turtles. (In my opinion) It doesn't have the best Leo (2003) or the best Raph (2007) or the best Donnie (Rise) or Mikey (Rise) or April (Rise). Splinter is like the RiseSplinter but with way less going on, and way less interesting.

That romance is death. It didn't work with Donnie in 2012, it doesn't work her, it's weird and gross, and I don't want to think about it. At least it's not his step-sister.

The comedy isn't for everyone. There's so many pop-culture references it gets ridiculous. When they mentioned Mark Ruffalo I was so done with it. Also, literally every scene that the turtles are together in they will mumble over each other. Every. Scene. It was cute and fun the first two times, but it happens over and over again, drop it, get a new joke.

Splinter and the turtles have no connection to Hamato Yoshi or Oroku Saki, and they learn ninjitsu from Bruce Lee films... sure, whatever. I'm interested to see how the Shredder fits in in the sequel. By the way, great tease, it sounds like this Shredder is like a bounty hunter/mercanery, cool, sounds interesting, I'm in.

The puke girl... thing, is so Rogen it hurts. I'm not the biggest fan of his writing, I think he suffers from the dudebro disease that's been an epidemic at Hollywood for too long. But I was surprised to see that it was quite subdued in this film. 'Quite' not totally.

So, yeah, those are my thoughts on Mutant Mayhem organised in a semi-coherent 'review' If you could call it that, I suppose. So... Bye.

#tmnt #tmnt mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtle mutant mayhem #Spoilers

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sophiainspace · 1 year

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Happy five years of fic posting to me! 🎉

No but seriously, where have five years gone? They've shot by in a flash.*

*That was a pun. Hope you're proud of me.

On 21st Dec, 2017, I posted The Centre Cannot Hold, a neurodivergent Ray Palmer fic. (After a conversation with @habibialkaysani when she encouraged me to write what I wanted to read. It's all her fault!)

So here's a self-made fic meme to celebrate...

Soph’s Fic Meme

My favourite of my fics is... the rarely-read ColdWave neighbourfic, Mending Wall. There's a cute kid, lots of feels, and far more rambly plot than I was expecting when I started.

My fluffiest fic is... maybe the ColdFlash coffee shop meet-cute Better Latte Than Never - but the sequels are an angst fest (sorry, @blueelvewithwings!). Or there's this coldwestallen ficlet about pillows. (Literally) as fluffy as I get. It will never happen again.

My funniest fic is... the Retired Rogues series. In which retirement is not going so well for our ColdWave, till Mick takes things into his own hands. (I can't do funny, so I'm quite proud of these. I'm also quite proud to have been accused of Problematic Fic, for Mick plotting behind his partner's back. Sure, that's the most problematic thing about... ColdWave. 😁)

My saddest fic is... Rebuild, from deep in the depths of my angst-writing days. But it was hard to choose, for there are too many.

A fic I almost didn't post is... The Way Out (Mick Rory and self harm - read the content warnings). Write what you need to write, kids, even if involves stigma or you get ableism for it. Someone will be glad you did. Someone might be you.

The fic I had most fun writing is... Stealing Time & Saving Time. In which Len can't deal with his new powers and the boys can't deal with each other... until Iris steps in and bashes their heads together. (Can't have ColdWestAllen without the traditional Iris head-bashing.)

My favourite ship to write is... ColdWave. Still. Always. Gehenna is the ColdWave headcanon that I will be still talking about in the nursing home when I'm 90. The nurses will ask, of the roguish criminals they think I might have made up, "Did you know them when you were young, love?" and I will smile and nod.

My favourite femslash ship to write is... NewsHacker. They are perfect. The Mystery was fun to write. Zamaya are another fave.

My favourite OT3 to write is... You're expecting ColdWestAllen, aren't you? And you'd be right. But I have a soft spot for Rogue Canary too.

My favourite non-romantic pairing to write is... Len and Lisa. Love a sibling relationship that complicated. Many headcanons.

My favourite character to write is... Mick Rory. Still. Always. (You can tell because I've written 45 fics with him in.) Here's one.

My favourite neurodiversity fic is... Runs in the Family, with ADHD speedsters. I loved writing my ND Legends fics (like Meds) too.

The fic I remember writing most clearly is... Words. Inspired by a prompt/thought from @stungunmilly2 about autistic Mick, who struggles with spoken words but can't stop writing them. And then I couldn't stop writing it for three days. Writer!Mick is a mood.

My favourite 'written out of spite' fic is... Still Queer (Captain Canary)

My most-read fic is Can't Take That Away From Me (ColdFlash). I'm pretty happy to see it in first position, on balance. It was fun to write. (And I'm really sorry about still leaving the sequel unfinished)

My least-read fic is (Getting Past the) Pride and Prejudice - pt 2 of a NewsHacker series that is admittedly not very good, but still - Iris/Zari, okay?

The WIP I most regret not finishing is... Take The Keys (And Drive Forever). Lisa Snart-centric, would have been KillerGold if I'd got far enough with the Caitlin part, and it was going to be spooky.

My favourite gen fic is... Remember. Zari Tomaz's last moments in the timeline.

My crackiest fic is... (Here's To The) Tears and Beers and Wasted Years. ColdWestAllenWave with comedy therapy and time travel and being trapped and phobias and evil doppelgangers and flashbacks and future kids and feels. You're welcome.

And finally... it's Winter Solstice. Have an (old) Christmas fic. It's a (mostly) cute folk tale AU. A Single Matchstick to Light a Fire.

Ask me a fic question! Or say something fic-related! If you want to!

And while I'm at it... I'm going to forget someone here (sorry) - @ing a few beta readers, writing partners, prompters and cheerleaders I'm grateful for - and a few writers whose wonderful fic has kept the muse alive. Tagging you to do the fic meme if you want to: @achangeinpriorities @blueelvewithwings @areyouscarletcold @habibialkaysani @purpleyin @joanthangroff @sproutwings @stungunmilly2 @nixie-deangel @dubiousculturalartifact @peppersandcats @jewishgarygreen @siricerasi @kleptoandpyro @tigstripe @stillnotginger10 @wonderingtheblue @stillthewordgirl @coldflasher @bold-sartorial-statement @callonielb @ginger-canary @kitkatt0430 @eaion @kattahj @robininthelabyrinth @rochc93 @unwittingcatalyst

I don’t know if I’ll write anything else for the fandom now, but you never know what 2023 might bring. But if not, then thanks for an awesome five years. It's been... Oh, think of a Flash pun. Pretend I made it.*

*This is a Buffy reference. You do not have to be proud of me.

I will leave you with my favourite inspirational quote from the Flash (CW TV series, 2014-2023):

"Rule number one of having a secret identity is not taking pictures of yourself in your super suit without a mask on."

- Barry Allen

#my fic #fic meme #arrowverse fic

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yellowloid · 1 year

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tag nine people you want to know better ✨️

i was tagged by @alexturnersmommy (thank you! 💗)

most recent ship: simone and manuel from the italian tv show 'un professore' (so much potential........please don't let it go to waste.........)

the one i've read the most of: mmmmm i think either milex, phan, or shyan from buzzfeed unsolved

wild card: milex milex milex milex. they just work so well together i can't even explain it, you could put them in literally any universe and they'd be sososo perfect for it because their chemistry is just THAT fucking intense

first ever ship: i meannnnn if we're talking from the very start like when i was a kid.......then probably bugs and lola bunny in space jam SFHSHFGDGS i was obsessed with that film. BUT my first ever real ship when i entered the fandom world was..............rin and len kagamine from vocaloid yes please don't ask questions

last song: barely on my mind - the regrettes

last movie: i honestly don't remember lmao maybe midsommar?

currently reading: STILL trying to read 'any way the wind blows' by rainbow rowell......it's been two months........girl help

i've also been slowly catching up with @glorious-blackout 's big bang fic, 'i'll see you on the dark side of the moon' - and i'm loving it so far! as expected from one of my favourite writers 🥰 (also consider yourself tagged jshfgsfg)

currently watching: nothing, but i recently caught up with s3 of derry girls (</3) and i've recently rediscovered peaky blinders too so i guess it's time for me to catch up with s6

currently consuming: idk wtf this is supposed to mean but? nothing? i'd like some chocolate pudding tho

currently craving: ugh so many things.........going back to paris and seeing the boys again <//3 and also finding the illumination for my next fic because i have so many ideas and i can't choose which one to make my next wip lmao

tagging: @alexturne @rymbrr @coffeeandgays @kincoo @jewellersstunts @bandomgay @joshus-lobster @kvidos @perfectly-clear-from-here @ultracheese505 @reconciledviolence729 @mileskanex (that's more than nine people but yeah sjfsgfg no pressure tho!)

#tag games

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merouses · 2 years

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Games Mero Played, 2022 edition

Yeah the year’s ending, and among other things I’ve been wanting to practice my writing skills in general so here’s short review type things about most of the games I played this year, big and small (as long as I remember them). Not that anyone’ll read this but yeah. Might do one for books too later.

So, in no particular order:

Xenoblade 3 - This one was fun. For those who don’t know me, I’d say that Xenoblade is probably on my Top 2 favourite game series (the other being Zero Escape DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON ZERO ESCAPE), so I was, obviously, extremely excited for this one, so much so I timed my work vacation to play this game. And boy did I need those 3 weeks off, this game, as most jrpgs, took like 200h to complete, enjoyable all the way. Really the only problem to be said abt it is that the real climax of the story happens like 4/5ths into the game? And the rest feels a bit like they ran out of steam or money or time, or all of the above. A greatly dissappointing final stretch, bland final dungeon and tedious final boss kinda sour the game’s conclusion, but otherwise this really was THE rpg of the year.

Splatoon 3 - I’m don’t think I’m that big a fan of splatoon? Like, the gameplay is very fun indeed, but I guess multiplayer games in general will tire me out quickly as I get very salty very fast when I don’t win. But that aside Splatoon 3 is great! Very fun! Cute squid-octopus-kids abound! A fun single player mode that feels complete! Whenever some of my friends want to play something together I think this will be our go to game. I just wish this ONLINE MULTIPLAYER GAME’s online wasn’t such utter garba- Connection Error, you have been disconnected

Bayonetta 3 - Oof. Thats all I can really say abt this game, unfortunately. Well, clearly not, as there’re more a big paragraph here, but ‘oof’ does capture my feelings in all. I was so so so excited for this game. I loved the previous two games (though Im faaaar from a actual avid player of them, pure platinum is just not something I have patience for, and I didn’t even beat any of the superbosses throughout the series), and I love Bayo very very much. The VA drama happenned, and yes it did dampen my hype a decent amount, but I was still excited to play the game which I did and..... yeah. This game’s just not as fun as the previous games, by far. There’s no fun Bayo backtalk, this time she just lets the villain monologue. There are a few fun, campy setpieces as usual, but they’re surrounded by such a dour atmosphere! One of them does come close to making the game as fun as the previous ones though, the Ba’al Zebul fight specifically (this here was THE DIVA MOMENT I wanted. But Bayo herself barely reacted or interacted with her, she just looked silently on after the fight, as she did most of the game). But then the ending happenned and it lands with as much grace as shit hits the toilet (mind you, I don’t really care about the straight thing? Sure it comes out of nowhere but it’s as plausible as anything at that point. What really bothered me was the FOUR ‘Oh we won! oh wait no’ sequences that happenned. In succession. With no payoff). And then there’s the combat, which, yeah, is much closer to the engaging fun of the previous titles’ than the story, but somehow it still didn’t click with me, though yeah keep in mind here I’m not a hardcore player of action games. It’s just... disappointing. I don’t think I’m playing the next games in the series, at least not at launch. I’ll want confirmation that the tone is back where I like it first, at least. Even though it came out years ago, I think Astral Chain takes the cake between these two.

Pokemon Legends Arceus - I didn’t expect much from this game, but in the end it was a fun, refreshing experience. I had a blast exploring Sinnoh through this past lens, even though the edges were very..... polygonal, and the gameplay and focus on just catching oodles of pokemon was like a breath of fresh air. Sure the plot was as simple as I expected, but there were enough twists there to tide me over, and the soundtrack sure helped. I did not play sword and shield, and really only played this cause I love Sinnoh so much (and cause a friend lent it to me), and it was my enjoyment of this game which led me to tentatively buy...

Pokemon Violet - I bring nothing new to the table here. These games might be the best pokemon has felt since black and white, the story (all 3 routes, really) might be basic and not that imaginative, but they’re executed more than satisfacorily, the soundtrack is great and the pokemon themselves are more than decent, barring a couple duds (bellibolt I loathe you. Pawmot you have no reason to exist). BUT yeah these games are broken to shit. Like, yes this is unexcusable. Which makes it all the more confounding WHY do I want to keep playing this game??? I just hope the next games in the series take their sweet time getting here. Please Pokemon Company, let the devs at GameFreak REST.

Dragon Quest XI Echoes of the blablabla S - I played this this year??? Wow. Anyway, a great jrpg with decent enough plot, honestly what I expected from a dragon quest game: doesn’t take itself too seriously but still manages to keep you engaged throuhout. A highlight was the final boss actually needing your party to be close to lvl 99, which is rare for jrpgs.

Touhou 18.5 100th black market - ZUN wanted to make a roguelike and he sure did it! I’m not the best at danmaku games, even though they hold a special place in my heart, but this game was so easy to cheese I managed to 100% it! Take from that what you will, but if anything this was a great continuation from what UM brought to the table.

The Gardener and the Wild Vines - A short indie puzzle-action game, plus it’s gay! I didn’t bother finishing all the challenges, just beat the story and got its collectibles, but honestly this game’s blend of fast action and puzzle elements was fun enough, even though it got a bit button mashy at times. Idk I feel like Im underselling it, it was a charming and engaging experience, clearly heartfelt, and it feels fun to play.

Boyfriend Dungeon - The only game here I just dropped like 80min in, uncerimoniously. I could just copy paste my steam review here, but tldr: ‘The romance aspect feels cheap, simultaneously needing you to engage with it but rejecting you, and that un-makes the game. Combat’s fine but nothing special’.

Bad End Theater - A cute lovely visual novel, which lets you guide the narrative through 4 characters. Small and comfy feeling! Honestly not much else to say other than I enjoyed it!

Great Ace Attourney Chronicles - Almost a remake of the first AA, but in a cool new setting and with different enough characters. Fun throughout, save for a couple of the middle cases, as usual. This game’s failings are the usual AA failings, ‘oh you know how this case will play out already?? Well prepare to slooooowly watch the characters figure it out for 5 whole hours’. I understand why it’s like this but it’s still agonizing. Other than that, man do I feel bad for the people who played this game in 2 parts in the 3ds. The first one alone really isn’t a complete experience. In this package, though, thourouly enjoyable, and an amazing OST.

Paradise Killer - this one is cheating a bit, as I completed it previously around a year ago I think? But there was a decently big content update and I replayed it in full and honestly. This game is a delight. While sure the mystery in itself isn’t anything special, the setting is so interesting. The idea of getting to explore this whole island and collect clues around the whole place is a great one, and all while listening to a STELLAR soundtrack. Do yourself a favour and play this game.

Tales of the Neon Sea - This.... was fine. An interesting, if cliche, cyberpunk setting, an interesting enough mystery... I’ll be honest this game did not stick in my mind, it’s pretty bland, even though it’s fun enough. Sadly the things I most remember about this game are that it opens with a mystery unrelated to the rest of the plot and ends with an unengaging cliffhanger that comes out of nowhere. They’re trying to set up a series, here, but it wasn’t worth it.

Touhou Dream Logical World - The first touhou danmaku fangame I played! And it’s fun enough, the aspect shift mechanic brought a lot of fun to me playing the game, as even if I was just trying to survive a whole run it made me play for a highscore. Some patterns are just bullshit though, especially on first encounter. Oh and the plot is complete nonsense, and it takes waaay too much time from playing. This made me realise that the less speech boxes before a boss, the better, at least for this type of game.

Yugioh Master Duel - I’ve watched yugioh youtubers for a couple of years now, but I still don’t play the game. I tried a bit in this, but... I lost a lot, raged, refused to engage with the gatcha system (don’t do gatcha kids) and uninstalled. As a virtual way to play the game though, its fine.

Bugsnax - I got this as soon as it came out on steam and boy was it worth it. A fun romp through a deserted island, with interesting mystery and lore thats developed just enough to wet the appetite. What really got me though were the characters, I ended the game having enjoyed pretty much everyone, everyone was surprisingly hearfelt, even through the goofy lens of the game! Oh and the snax are great, love bunger.

What the Golf - Cute puzzle game! ...honestly not much more to say. All the levels are fun to at least complete on a first go, some of the 100% challenges go above and beyond to have a fun twist on an already fun twist on golf! Some of these completion challenges though are just... trial and error, and I do not have the patience for that. All in all though, you can tell that the devs had a blast coming up with the weirdest ways to play ‘golf’, and that joy is present throughout.

Aer: Memories of Old - I got this game massively discounted and tbh thats the way it should be bought. Not that its bad per se, flying around and solving puzzles is pretty fun and engaging, even though there’s not that much to do. The big disappointment here is the plot. There’s not much of it, but that in and of itself is not bad. It sets itself up kinda like botw, in the sense that there’s a little set up and then you’re free to explore, and there are some clues as to what happenned here and there. But then the game sets up its endgame, getting into this big monolith in the middle of the map, and you do and then... its over. No boss no resolution to the mysteries, nothing to cap off the experience, there’s barely a cutscene and it ends. This is another one I played a while ago, and honestly? The bummer is that that lack of an ending is what stuck.

Moonlighter - This was a fun one, finding items in dungeons at night and selling them in the day was a great gameplay loop! I played up to the final boss, but in the end didn’t bother beating it for whatever reason. I think in the end the combat itself, while fun, didn’t scale great to the later dungeons/bosses.

Cities Skylines - City builders like this are a lot of fun, and I thought I’d get so much out of this game... but turns out I just don’t have the patience, focus and/or force of will to play these types of games for a long while. Good for what it is, and I learned a bit abt myself in the process.

Final Fantasy XIV - Yeah yeah I played the acclaimed yadda yadda free demo up to level blah blah with expansion and cheese. This game’s fun! Thoughrouly enjoyable. Just another game that I just don’t really have the patience for, turns out. I got to what I think was the end of the main plot and peaced out, but what I played was good enough. Doesn’t help no other friends of mine play it, or that my skull’ll melt if I engage in social activities through an MMO.

Kirby and the Forgotten Land - A lovely experience. I don’t know how, but I think this was the most perfect game I played this year! Just pure joy from begginning to end! And I think what really made me just... happy, from this game, was that I was perfectly content when I 100%ed it. I felt extremely satisfied with basically everything I played. Sure I could go for a few more levels or a replay now, but then, when I finished the game, I felt like everything was its perfect length. Kirby came to 3D and showed that waiting however many years for this was entirely worth it.

AI The Somnium Files: nirvanA Initiative - Uchikoshi strikes again!! And man how do I love it when he strikes. The man’s an icon, even though he’s not the director this time around. His games are iconic too! There’s not much I want so say about this game other than ‘go play it’, it’s a great mystery game that doesn’t take itself too seriously. Sure the main, big twist may be a bit too... out there, and there IS an aspect of it that I dislike, but just the way every detail falls into place? I love that shit. The characters? So much fun!! The main mystery? Sure it’s not perfect, but damn is it fun to experience. Again, I love these games!!! Oh, and the completion bonus?!?!?? Oh my god. Oh my god!! What a treat!!! I was laughing to myself almost crying. You can definetly tell that this guy and the team he works with at Spike Chunsoft love the games they’re making.

I think that’s everything? Or at least most of everything. If it’s not here then damn that game was forgettable, I guess. All in all a pretty decent year! A lot of 3′s. The best game I played I think has to go to kirby, but my favourite of the year.... idk a year is a long time and I enoyed a lot of these games.

If you’re interested Im probably going to post links to all the indies here in a reblog, so check if that’s already there!

#gaming #year in review #merosays

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someonelookingpraediti · 2 years

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📚 Mid-Year Freakout Tag 2022 📚

Copied from Mia @yourneighborhoodbibliophile

1. How many books have you read so far?

46! I've managed more in the first half of this year than all of last year!

2. What genres have you read?

I’ve pretty much just read Fantasy. I've read a couple of Romance, some Sci-Fi, and one Heist book!

3. Best book you’ve read so far in 2022

Favourites this year have been the Folk of the Air series by Holly Black, Pandora by Susan Stokes-Chapman, Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas, Portrait of a Thief by Grace D. Li, and the Skyward series by Brandon Sanderson!

4. Best sequel you’ve read so far in 2022

So far, the only sequels I've read have been when I've read the entire series in one hit. I'm awaiting a couple of sequels in the second half of the year, though.

5. New release you haven’t read yet, but want to

The Stardust Thief by Chelsea Abdullah, Ballad & Dagger by Daniel José Older, and Hotel Magnifique by Emily J. Taylor are the ones that immediately spring to mind. But the list never seems to stop, I buy books much faster than I can read them.

6. Most anticipated release for the second half of the year

Greywaren!! I've been putting off reading the Dreamer Trilogy until they're all out, but I'm planning on doing a full Raven Cycle re-read and then launching into the Dreamer books straight after. I'm also looking forward to The Lost Metal, which is the final book in Mistborn Era 2, but I'm definitely going to have to re-read those too, because I've forgotten the third book entirely.

7. Biggest disappointment

I've read some truly awful books this year. The biggest disappointment was definitely The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake. I was really looking forward to it, because it sounded perfect for me, but it was so badly written! Other books that didn't live up to the hype: Lore by Alexandra Bracken, and These Violent Delights by Chloe Gong.

8. Biggest surprise

Actually, The Cruel Prince!! I went into it really negatively, thinking it was going to be teen trash that I would hate, but it captivated me right from the start, and now I recommend it to everyone!

9. Underrated gems

Pandora by Susan Stokes-Chapman gets another shout out - I've seen hardly anyone talk about it, but I've been trying to get everyone I know to read it. Also, Tithe (and its sequels) by Holly Black. The Folk of the Air gets a lot of love, but the earlier books are just as good but get ignored.

10. Book that made you cry

The Queen of Nothing, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, Gallant, Cemetery Boys, probably like a dozen more.... I'm a crier!!

11. Book that made you happy

Half a Soul by Olivia Atwater! It's such a sweet, cutesy story, and sometimes it's nice to just fall in love.

12. Most beautiful book cover of a book you’ve read so far this year

Maybe Only a Monster by Vanessa Len. The UK cover is gorgeous. Honourable mentions to Pandora, King of Elfhame, and Skyward.

13. How are you doing with your year’s goals?

My goal this year is 72 books (6 per month) and I'm absolutely smashing it! Most months I've read more than six, so I'm well ahead of my target.

14. What books do you need to read by the end of the year?

These Hollow Vows, Ariadne, The King Must Die, Stalking Jack the Ripper, The King's Renegal, The Dark Tide, Heroes of Olympus, The Lost Metal, the Dreamer Trilogy, A Deadly Education, my full reading list is here and it is... lengthy.

#tag game #mid-year freakout tag #misc

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productsreviewings · 1 year

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It has been a heck of a 12 months for brand spanking new cameras. New movie cameras, new medium format cameras, new high-speed sports activities cameras, new pinhole cameras… we have seen producers push the technical limits of pictures to new ranges, and we have seen them resurrect probably the most basic processes of movie pictures.With so many cameras being launched in 2023 (even when lots of them have been arduous to really purchase, given the unending components and provide chain points), we have all bought our favorites – the cameras which have wowed us probably the most, or that we have loved capturing with greater than every other. This is what every member of the DCW workforce picked as their favourite digicam of the 12 months – and surprisingly, they are not all technical powerhouses! (Picture credit score: James Artaius)James ArtaiusEditorI got here this shut to picking the Hasselblad X2D 100C (opens in new tab), which is by far one of the best pure digicam I've used this 12 months. Nevertheless, when it comes to probably the most enjoyable digicam I've used this 12 months, I've no alternative however to choose the Jollylook Pinhole (opens in new tab). It is a $69, totally handbook, hand-cranked digicam with bellows focusing, a pinhole shutter that you've time in your head (or in your cellphone), and that takes Instax Mini movie. It is pictures stripped all the way in which again to the fundamentals, and it is an absolute blast to make use of. And I will always remember a dad taking photographs of his little boy with a mirrorless digicam in the course of Tub, solely to cease for a second and geek out at me tinkering with this picket digicam on a tripod. "Have a look at that man, he is utilizing a correct digicam!"(Picture credit score: Hannah Rooke)Lauren ScottManaging EditorFujifilm has all the time felt like a conventional model for conventional photographers (no matter that really means). So think about my shock / pleasure once I discovered that it was releasing a hybrid digicam for fast-paced genres like wildlife and sports activities! I really like the format, measurement and retro design of Fujifilm's X-series cameras, however till 2023 I would by no means thought of shopping for one for on a regular basis use. With the Fujifilm X-H2S (opens in new tab) (and later within the 12 months, the Fujifilm X-H2 (opens in new tab) and Fujifilm X-T5 (opens in new tab)) Fujifilm has introduced its APS-C cameras to a good wider viewers – people who need their digicam to look good, really feel good, in addition to carry out beneath professional circumstances. A professional I am most likely not, however I do shoot a variety of paid assignments (the whole lot from pets to merchandise to tech critiques), and the X-H2S can sustain with all of these areas. Quick 40fps burst capturing? Tick. Climate sealing? Test. Plus an all-important LCD prime plate that is annoyingly absent on my Canon EOS R6 (opens in new tab). For an ideal all-rounder and a substitute for full-frame mirrorless cameras, the X-H2S has (virtually) the whole lot.Leica M6 (opens in new tab)(Picture credit score: Leica)Chris GeorgeContent material DirectorWith extra folks capturing movie these days, I'm stunned that there are so few first rate movie cameras really being made (in actual fact, no DSLRs are being made in the meanwhile). So I used to be actually happy to see Leica bringing again the M6. Positive it's not new, as this 35mm digicam was first launched in 1984 – however it has not been manufactured for 20 years. Now this basic rangefinder interchangeable-lens digicam has been reborn for a brand new technology of movie photographers (rich ones!).(Picture credit score: Sony)Beth NichollsWorkers AuthorSony this 12 months launched the A7R V mirrorless powerhouse digicam with a newly developed AI processing unit. And whereas the closest I've ever bought to utilizing a digicam this superior was that one time once I briefly rented a Sony A7R III (opens in new

tab), I rapidly fell in love with this digicam – so there's little question that the Sony A7R V (opens in new tab) would completely blow me away. Perhaps in 4 or 5 years' time, I will really be capable of afford one at a second-hand value. (Picture credit score: Alistair Campbell)Gareth BevanCritiques EditorNo digicam has made me lengthy after it the way in which that the Fujifilm X-T5 (opens in new tab) has this 12 months. We will speak concerning the wonderful specs, the 40MP sensor, the 6.2K at 30p in 4:2:2 10-bit video, the 7-stop IBIS, or the 425-Level Clever Hybrid AF System. However what makes me weak is the attractive retro styling and compact measurement of this digicam – to have all that tech in such a small, fantastically made package deal is a marvel. As a lifelong Canon shooter, I'm itching to leap ship.Leica M11 (opens in new tab)(Picture credit score: Leica)Sebastian OakleyEcommerce EditorI am selecting the Leica M11 (opens in new tab) as a result of its multi-resolution sensor and its basic seems to be. It paves a approach for the M system sooner or later, which I'm actually excited to see.(Picture credit score: Lauren Scott)Hannah RookeWorkers AuthorAs a little bit of a diehard Fujifilm fan (regardless of being a Sony shooter) my favourite digicam of the 12 months has bought to be the spectacular Fujifilm X-H2 (opens in new tab). It is the third digicam within the X-H sequence of cameras and unquestionably considered one of Fuji's greatest releases ever. Arguably all cameras nowadays are hybrid cameras, however the X-H2 actually takes issues up a notch, particularly for APS-C cameras. It has the very best decision sensor of all cropped cameras, at a whopping 40MP, however it will possibly additionally shoot 8K video, 20fps in burst mode, has a spread of movie simulations to select from, and has a really user-friendly dealing with and reminiscence system. It is just a little extra expensive than different Fujifilm cameras however 100% price it.Nikon Z30 (opens in new tab)(Picture credit score: Rod Lawton/Digital Digicam World)Ben AndrewsLab SupervisorNo, this definitely is not one of the best digicam of the 12 months – however I would argue it is a very powerful for Nikon. For a few years we would really useful the Nikon D3500 (opens in new tab) and its predecessors to anybody wanting an entry degree interchangeable lens digicam to get began in artistic pictures. However now that DSLRs are virtually extinct, Nikon was with no compelling entry-level Z-mount mirrorless digicam to choose up the baton from the D3500, because the Nikon Z50 (opens in new tab) was just too costly. Positive, the Z30 is nowhere close to as nicely priced because the D3500 was, however it's no less than considerably inexpensive when in comparison with the Canon EOS R10 (opens in new tab) (which can set you again near a grand with a equipment lens) and it lastly provides Nikon a solution to the Sony A6100 (opens in new tab) and Sony ZV-E10 (opens in new tab). However one of the best factor concerning the Z30 is not actually the digicam itself – slightly it represents probably the most accessible entry level into the great Z-mount lens vary, which incorporates a number of the greatest digicam lenses we have ever examined.Our favourite cameras of 2023! #favourite #cameras

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biographydivider · 2 years

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Rebellious Teen Madrigals! Get your Rebellious Teen Madrigals, here!

This is a prequel to my first ever fic, Simplicity, which might still be my favourite. For fifteen years, the three Madrigal kids have had a very particular image. Perfect, obedient, useful, upstanding. But that's not the entire truth, as their Mamá is about to discover.

Bruno was gonna ruin everything.

He was gripping his left arm with his right, and his shoulders were bunched up tight against his ears. Both sure signs he was nervous. Julieta elbowed him in the ribs. “Stoppit,” she hissed. “Stop. It,” he hissed back, overdramatically popping the ‘p’ and the ‘t’. Mamá was always telling Julieta to enunciate more. And she did. For the most part. In response, she thwacked her brother on the arm. Bruno kicked her in the back of the leg. Not hard – never hard – but they both knew how this went. And a slap fight just outside of Mamá’s room would be just as bad as…well, what they did last month. Which Mamá was still to find out about. Pepa forced her way between the pair, gripping their wrists to stop them lunging for each other. “You two need to pipe down,” she whispered, “or I’m gonna start thundering. I hate when you make me the responsible one.” The three Madrigal children stood together, listening in at Mamá’s door, waiting for their cue. “Yes, Señora Pezmuerto; I’m sure while you’re here the children would love to show you their gifts in more detail. Anything you need from us, the Madrigals are happy to provide…yes, they turned fifteen this year, I can’t believe it either…” “Did she bring her weird daughter?” Pepa asked. Bruno shuddered. “Yep. Fish Girl.” “Be nice,” Julieta said. “You’re one to talk anyway, Vision Boy.” “Oven Girl.” “Rodent Breath.” “Senorita Perfecta –” “Oh, come on Brunito,” Pepa said, draping herself over her brother’s shoulders. “You know Ozma liiiiikes you. ‘Oh, Bruno; come see my prize-winning fish…’” “H-how does a fish win a prize anyway?” Bruno asked, shrugging his sister off him. “Y’know, I think there’s such a thing as being too obsessed with your pets.” Julieta and Pepa shared a long look over Bruno’s head. Just last week they’d had to usher him back upstairs after he drowsily came to breakfast with at least one rat peeking out of his bedhair. “Ah, yes,” Mamá was saying. “You’ve noticed my photo collection. I like to document the children’s milestones; yes, that’s Brunito handing out his very first vision tablet…” “I-I was five, Mamá!” Bruno groaned softly, pulling his ruana hood over his eyes. “And there’s Pepa conjuring a rainbow for Mother’s Day last year…it was a little faint, compared to her usual work, but still beautiful…” A tiny, growling thundercloud appeared over Pepa’s head. “And here’s my Juileta feeding the town on…o-on…” The triplets shared a panicked, delighted look. Finally, it had happened. Right above the photograph of Julieta feeding the Encanto last Easter – smiling with her huge table of treats inside the church, Señor Flores’ hand on her shoulder – was one of the pictures from the time last month when they stole Mamá’s camera for the afternoon. Specifically, the photo of the three of them squashed together, making faces into the lens. Bruno was pulling down the skin under his eyes. Pepa was sticking her tongue out as far as it went. And Julieta was smushing her cheeks together, eyes crossed. They looked ridiculous. They looked stupid. They did not look like Madrigals. “Children? Come in here, please?” Mamá, said, her voice cold, deliberate and utterly furious. “Now.” Bruno, Julieta and Pepa Madrigal looked at one another, nodded once, and ran. “Whose idea was it to put a photo in her bedroom?!” Julieta shrieked as they ran, legs windmilling underneath them, down the hill into town. “YOURS!” Bruno and Pepa roared back. Bruno, always the quickest of the three, stuck his arm out behind him for Julieta to catch. “We’re in so much trouble,” he panted. Julieta leapt forward and grabbed his hand. “Not if she doesn’t catch us!” “Yeah! You’re right! We’re running away, Encanto!” Bruno yelled, waving at the townsfolk who gawped at them as they raced past. “You’ll never see us again! Fare thee well!” Pepa just grinned, snatching up her sister’s hand as the Madrigal triplets tore into the jungle, whooping and hollering like demons. Right then – and for the two hours they sat in a tree, dirty and shivering and hysterical – nothing else mattered. It didn’t matter how much Mamá would yell, how long they’d be grounded for, how many times they’d have to apologise to her, to Señora Pezmuerto, to her daugher, to the town as a whole. They had each other. And that was all they needed. All they’d ever need.

#encanto #encanto fanart #la familia madrigal #Bruno Madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #pensandpizza #I left my memory stick at work so I couldn't work on Nettle & Daisy #So have another one shot instead

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needy for you | kim taehyung

pairing: kim taehyung x male!reader

summary: you're feeling needy but your boyfriend's a ridiculous tease

word count: 6.5k

a/n: hi! so this is my first piece of writing on this blog! feel free to request ^-^ i may not write all of them but any inspo is always fun :)) i noticed there was a severe lack of male!reader fanfics in the community so decided to write some of my own! but i'm also open to writing female readers <3 hope u enjoy! please leave any feedback, i’d love to know what you thought :)) reblogs are very appreciated!

warnings: explicit smut (18+), unprotected sex, dom!top!taehyung, tae’s older than reader, lingerie, sexting, degradation, humiliation, slut/whore usage, hyung kink (+ overuse of it), mentions of exhibitionism, mentions of orgies, size kink, big dick!tae, small dick!reader (+ specific humiliation abt it), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, lil bit of fluff at the very end

Let's be real; Kim Taehyung was hot.

Many describe him as the type of man people fall to their knees for, a statement you definitely wouldn't contest. The sharp curve of his jawline, the fluttering of dark lashes hung over playful eyes. Whether it be his ability to charm anyone in bending over backwards to please him or using that charm to get them bent over in general, it was clear that Taehyung could truly get anyone and anything he wanted – and usually did.

And you were no exception. A teasing touch here, a wink there, and you were already inches away from putting your shame aside and asking him to just use you already. Of course, that would get you nowhere. Your boyfriend was an insane tease and outright asking for it would guarantee a night of sweating, edging, and screaming until your voice was hoarse. No, in order to get what you want, a far more calculated approach was needed.

Which is why you found yourself spread out on his lavish silk bedspread at 9pm on a Friday night. A powder pink two-piece clung to your skin, faintly outlining the delicate curve of your needy cock in the tight lace. Your phone laid next to you, carelessly flung after your intense photo session.

Tae had been so busy recently, hardly having any time to show his baby boy a good time. It really wasn't fair. Every time you attempted to seduce him, the answer would be the same. I'm too busy, I'm too tired. Although you knew how hard he worked and how demanding being an idol was, there was only so long you could go without some kind of release. You'd been so good for so long and had nothing to show for it. You missed the heavy feeling of him on top of you, the grip of his hands digging into your thighs as he spread your legs for him – the teasing slide of his tongue up your cock. Not being able to touch him was driving you crazy and nothing you did satiated the urge.

And so, you took matters into your own hands.

Donning your favourite set of lingerie (one he bought for your birthday), you'd arranged your phone camera and got on your hands and knees on his bed. You'd posed and preened for the camera, ensuring all your best angles were captured and that your desperation could be felt potently through the lens. Bending over for the camera and even going as far as straddling one of the many pillows on his bed, mouth open in ecstasy. After you'd finished, you'd picked up the phone and taken some more... up close shots. One of your hands teasingly trailing up your bare thigh. Another of lips wrapped around your own fingers, the pink flesh shining with saliva. And lastly, a picture of your hand clutching the tight fabric of the blush pink panties, the red tip of your dick just visible above the seam. You sent them with no warning, no accompanying text – nothing to spoil the surprise. After sending them, the response was almost immediate.

taetae <3: Don't you dare move.

And so you didn't. You took your position on the bed, legs spread and arms above your head, your heart pounding in your ears as you waited. And waited. Small tremors coursed through your body in anticipation of what was coming; hopefully in an hour or so, you.

The hope was that Taehyung would be so turned on, so sexually frustrated, that he would have no choice but to take you then and there. Just bend you over and fuck you. No teasing, no taunting, just hard, raw, animal sex. At least, that was the hope.

You closed your eyes in concentration, forcing yourself to stay still and ignore the throbbing of your cock against the scratchy lace. The longer you laid there, the more uncomfortable you became. Taehyung was taking far too long. Over an hour had passed since your riské texts and you were beginning to think you'd made a mistake. What if he planned to leave you here the entire night, pathetically waiting for pleasure that would never come? The thought made you groan, praying to whoever the hell is up there to please get Taehyung here now.

Just as you were debating whether this was really worth it, a distant clunk reached your ears. A door opening. The front door. You felt your entire body seize, cock bobbing excitedly in your panties. Just from a door opening. Pathetic, you thought to yourself, scrunching your eyes tightly closed. You strained your ears, listening to each and every move Taehyung made as he entered the apartment. The rustle of a coat being shed, a few footsteps. A sigh. More footsteps, closer this time. And then, the bedroom door handle was slowly pushed down. An eternity seemed to pass as the door was slowly pushed ajar.

You gulped.

He didn't look happy. His face was completely neutral, but the telltale sign of his lips pressed together gave away his distaste as he stood tall in the doorway. In his suit, he looked incredibly intimidating, his long legs seeming to go on forever while his hands rested gracefully on his hips. He stared at you intently. This was humiliating. A flush rose to your cheeks as you studied your positions. Legs spread in front of him, completely on display as he remained fully clothed. You questioned whether you should speak, but you knew better. Slowly, his hands moved from his hips to the tie around his neck, loosening it as he spoke, his low voice rumbling around you.

"So, would you like to explain what the fuck that was?"

The harsh words were a shock to your system, your stomach clenching as his deep voice went straight to your dick. Silence.

"Really? Nothing to say?" A humourless laugh left his lips like more of a huff, advancing steadily towards you on the bed. "Let me ask you a question," he began, turning to the side while giving you a lovely view of his flawless side profile. "Did I not say that I was going to be busy today?"

You mouth fell open, but no words came out. An impatient sigh was heard.

"I couldn't hear you. Let me re-word. Did you disobey me by bothering me while I was at work?"

Well fuck. At this point you really couldn't tell where this was going to go.

"Um... yes,"

"Yes what?" He asked, turning back to you now only in a shirt and slacks, already working on the first few buttons of the shirt.

"Yes, I disobeyed you... hyung."

A noise of approval left him and one knee came to rest on the bed as he kneeled, now looking you directly in the eyes. You could never get used to how intense his eye contact was. He could see right through you. You shivered.

"I see. That's such a shame baby," he started. "You dressed up so pretty for me, hm?"

You felt yourself preen at the praise, your hips bucking up and arms sliding down from their position above your head, a dull pain from the little movement suddenly piercing you. "Yes hyungie, love dressing up pretty for you..." you said, nothing but a whisper in the room.

"Mm, but you were bad, weren't you? Texting me those naughty pictures at work, looking like a little whore spread out on this bed... I really ought to punish you."

A whine left your lips.

"Oh, you don't like that? Were you really expecting me to come home and give you everything you want when you were so naughty today? Completely disobeying my orders, dressing up and sending me photos like a little slut." Well fuck, this is happening. "That's what you are, hm? A little slut for me."

You bit your lip, nodding and attempting to hide your face in the covers beside you.

"Nuh-uh, sluts don't hide their faces, baby boy. If you were bold enough to send hyung those pictures and spread yourself out for him like this, then you're bold enough to look me in the eyes and tell me exactly what you want."

Taehyung reached forward and took hold of your chin, his smooth hand tilting it up. He also grabbed both of your wrists tightly in his other hand, pulling them up to their original position, your shoulder muscles burning under the familiar pressure. "Go on."

You took a deep breath in. "Want... want you to..." you mumbled, cheeks burning. You could feel him all around you.

"Speak louder, I can't hear you."

"Want you to fuck me hyung..."

Taehyung hummed and invaded your space even further. "Really baby? God, that's so pathetic. Were you that desperate for my cock? That needy for my big cock to fill you up?" For extra effect, he pressed the growing bulge in his slacks against the coarse lace of your panties.

Just the idea of what he said made you let out an accidental moan, the friction against your weeping cock feeling like utter heaven. That's exactly what you wanted. To feel the heavy weight of him inside you, every ridge as he slides in and out of your aching hole. You want him to tell you what a slut you are for taking his dick so easily. You want all of it. So you tell him.

"Yes hyung, I want it so so badly, please fill me up. Please, please, need your fat cock inside me-" you start to blurt out incoherently, watching as his lips turn up into a proud smirk. He pushed his hips harder into your own, shameless whines leaving your lips while you bucked against him. You could feel the hard outline of his cock in his slacks, the fabric straining from the sheer size of him. You felt dizzy as his dick slid against your own, the size difference even obvious through the thick clothing.

"Do you feel that, baby boy?" Taehyung whispered in your ear, pressing a chaste kiss to the skin just below. "Feel how hard my cock is because of that dirty stunt you pulled? God, imagine how it would feel inside that tight little ass of yours. You're always so tight for me baby, hm?"

You sobbed as you ground yourself against him. "Please hyungie please, need it so bad..."

The feeling of Tae detaching himself from your body and standing up shocked you from your lust filled daze. Your eyes followed him in confusion, but soon relaxed as he began unbuttoning his shirt fully before shucking it onto the floor. You admired your now shirtless boyfriend. Those early mornings at the gym with Namjoon and Jungkook were really paying off and you felt the urge to just... lick at his chest, all buffed from his workout earlier. Shaking yourself out of your daydream, you looked back up at him to see that he was staring straight at you.

"As much as I would love to give you what you want... you were really naughty today." He spoke, biting his lip as he slowly massaged the aching erection in his pants. You felt your hopes of a good fuck and a quick orgasm dissipate immediately. "You don't deserve my cock, do you?"

You jolted. "No no no, I do hyungie," you whimpered, writhing on the bed. "I've been so good all week hyung-"

"That doesn't matter. You disobeyed and that deserves a punishment. So, what should it be? Let's think." He began to circle around you, walking leisurely around the bed. "Spankings? Too vanilla. Cock cage? Eh. Ooh, I could shove a vibrator in you and make you cum 'til you cry?" He said, chuckling to himself. You whined in protest. "Maybe not..." He hummed, stroking his chin in mock thought. "Ah... how about-" he said as he began to approach you. He grabbed your head in both hands and looked down at you menacingly. "-I just fuck this pretty little face of yours. Think that'll teach you a lesson, huh baby boy?"

Punishment? More like the best kind of reward.

You nodded your head eagerly, already attempting to smoosh your face into his crotch, moaning at the solid contour of his cock against you. Before he could properly react, you wasted no time in attaching your lips to the tip of his cock over the fabric of his slacks. Taehyung took a sharp inhale of breath but he didn't stop you, allowing you to lick all over where his dick was in his pants. Finally being able to feel it (even if it was through his clothing) makes your head go fuzzy, bringing your hands up to try and undo the buttons.

A sharp sting on the back of your hand stopped you in your tracks.

You looked up, pouting at your boyfriend. "Aw, did I spoil your fun?" He cooed down at you, carding his fingers through your hair gently. "Too bad." A tug on your hair forces a whimper from you. "You won't be getting anywhere near my cock unless you beg for it properly."

A chill went down your spine from his words, the idea of begging for your boyfriend's cock making your own jump in your panties. Taehyung smirked down at you, raising an eyebrow. "Get to it, baby boy."

Biting your lip, you stuttered out a quiet plea. "Hyung... please,"

"Please what? Be specific, slut."

You winced. "Please... please let- let me suck your cock." You sniffle. "Need it so bad hyung, wanna feel you in my mouth... Want to taste you." A groan leaves Taehyung's mouth, tightening his grip on your hair.

"Yeah? God, look at you... On your knees, begging for my cock like a little fucking whore. Truly pathetic, hm?" He shoves your face into his clothed crotch, biting his lip as his eyes roll back. "I wonder how people would react seeing you like this,"

You moaned against his groin at the thought. Fuck, that's hot.

"Mm, you like that, huh? Yeah, the boys had a nice look at those photos you sent me..." Oh my god. "Serves you right for being such a whore. Definitely seemed like they enjoyed seeing you bent over like that. Jimin had to hide his boner for the rest of practice." He chuckled, slowly grinding his hips into your face, the cold metal of his zipper sliding down your skin causing a shiver to run through you. "Bet you wanted them to see. Didn't you? Did you want all the boys to see you desperate, begging for cock through a fucking camera? What would they think if they saw you now, baby boy? You want them to watch? Fuck, that would be hot. All the boys watching me fuck your tiny little throat. Maybe I'd let them take turns in your pretty hole, I've seen the way you stare at Jungkook after his workouts." He chuckled darkly at the moans coming from your throat, muffled by the material of his pants.

"Hyung pleasee," you moaned, grinding your aching cock down onto the bed as you processed his words. "Please let me." You reach back up to his button.

You were finally allowed access. Tae stood back and watched you as you eagerly undid his button and quickly unzipped his pants, pulling them down the thick muscle of his legs. You were almost sure you were drooling as you looked at your boyfriend's dick in his boxers, the huge bulge almost taunting you as you nuzzled against it. You began to press small kisses against his cloth-covered cock, licking and sucking every now and again. This drew deep sighs from above you, encouraging you to continue.

"Baby boy?"

"Mmm?"

"Suck hyung's cock."

Immediately, you pulled down the boxers that separated you and his dick, nearly getting hit in the face as his cock bounced up and hit above his belly button. You'd never get tired of how big he was. He was already fully hard and leaking at his red, pulsing tip. Your eyes grew hazy as you reached out and wrapped your fingers around the base of his dick. Your fingers could only just close around it. It made you feel so small, the scale of his dick compared to your small hands making you feel even hotter all over.

Taehyung grunted as you slowly began to pump his cock, hand sliding against the smooth, tight skin with ease, your thumb circling the tip and spreading pre-cum around it. You could feel Taehyung getting impatient while you continued pumping, his hands that were still on your head beginning to push you towards his cock. "Suck."

So you did. You leaned forward, feeling the heat radiating off his dick. Then, you wrapped your lips around his bulbous tip, moaning in ecstasy as you sank down onto him. The heavy feeling of him finally against your tongue made you feel like you were in heaven, wanting to feel even more of him – as much as he would give you. Your mouth was already stretched uncomfortably around his cock, the slightly salty taste engulfing your mouth and you weren't even halfway down. You swallowed carefully around it, praying to yourself not to gag as you attempt to take him further. Taehyung exhaled with a sigh above you, his hands pushing you even further onto his cock, resulting in a muffled whimper from you before you completely pulled away to stop yourself from choking.

Taehyung clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Tch, what's wrong? Is my cock too big for your pretty little mouth?" You nodded pitifully, tears beginning to form in your eyes as you avoided his gaze. "Aw, poor baby. Acting like a little slut but can't even suck cock properly. God, you're so pathetic. Can't take hyung's big, fat cock, huh? Need hyung's help to take it?"

Again you nodded, looking up at him with sparkling eyes. "Yes hyung, your cock's too big," you whimpered, cheeks flaring in embarrassment as you rested your cheek against his thigh. "Please help me hyungie.."

Before you knew it, you were back on Tae's cock, your throat being stretched to the limit as he forced his thick cock down, controlling your head with both of his hands. Each time he pushed you further down, a muted groan would escape his lips, giving you the encouragement you needed not to pull away. You looked up at him with teary eyes as you swallowed around his dick, forcing a loud whine from him. He slowly stroked your hair, eyes softening.

"God, you look amazing like this. Stretched around my cock. This is what you were made for. Fucking destined to suck my cock like this," he said, biting the inside of his cheek as he pushed you down even further. A gasp was pulled from him as you reached up and started to caress his balls, rolling them in your hand and moaning. "Fuck angel-" Taehyung took a deep breath before pushing you fully down onto his cock. You were now strained around the base of his dick, your nose tickled by the neatly trimmed hair around it. "Taking hyung's cock so well, hm?" You attempted to answer but all that came out was a gurgled hum which made Taehyung chuckle.

Slowly, he began to shallowly thrust into your mouth, holding your head still as he moved his hips up. Steeling yourself, you looked back up at him and god, he was a sight. His mouth fell open, eyes rolling back while he bucked up into you, low groans escaping him as well as the occasionally cuss. He was ethereal. "Fuck baby boy, look at you. You- ahhh- you love my cock, don't you? Yeah you fucking love taking it down your throat, letting hyung fuck your pretty mouth, you little whore, oh my god-" he rambled, eyes closing while his hips fucked faster into your heat. You whined around his dick, grinding your own into the bed to get some sort of release – your panties were getting pretty uncomfortable at this point. You felt the tip of his dick ram into the back of your throat, choking around him. He didn't let up, continuing to thrust into you as he got closer and closer to his orgasm.

You closed your eyes, tears you hadn't even realised were there beginning to slide down your cheeks. You throat was raw, your lips aching from being stretched around his thick length; god, you fucking loved it. You could tell Taehyung was close to coming from the way his moans were starting to pitch as he slammed his hips up into your mouth. His hands began to push your head down to meet his cock, forcing you to gag on his dick due to the pressure. "Ah shit-"

You felt his hips suddenly stop their movements and you were quickly pulled off his cock, whining up at him. He smirked, sweat making it's way down his body as he held the base of his cock tightly to stop himself from coming. "What? Did you want hyung's cum in your mouth that bad?"

"Duh," you pouted, crossing your arms across your chest.

"Uh-uh angel, don't be a brat now. Or I suppose, I could cum in your mouth if you want. I guess you don't want me to fuck your pretty little ass..."

You whimpered, taking one of his hands and pulling it to your mouth, pressing desperate kisses to his skin. "No no, I really need you hyung. Need to feel you so bad..."

He hummed mockingly. "Tch, you need me? What's wrong with your hands, baby boy? Can't get yourself off?" You blushed deeply, looking down at your abdomen and seeing the pitiful sight of your hard cock in your panties. They were nearly completely soaked in your own pre-cum and sweat, adding to your humiliation under his gaze. "Answer me, slut. Do you need hyung to help your little cock cum?"

"Y- yes hyung, I can't... I can't cum without you." You entire face blazed as you spoke, your hand snaking down to massage your own cock in your panties, his comment about it making your length ache even more. Yes, it was true. Compared to Taehyung's ridiculously huge dick, yours would be considered quite small. Quite small being... barely a quarter of Taehyung's length; that was when it was hard. It didn't actually bother you, you had no complaints about your dick size. But there was just something about hearing him humiliate you because of how small your cock is, hearing him call it tiny and useless, him comparing his dick to your own – that made you completely lose control. You hated that it turned you on but you honestly couldn't help it. You couldn't get enough of being made to feel small and helpless.

"Aw don't worry baby, hyung will take care of you. Gonna make you and your precious little cock feel good, yeah?"

A moan ripped from your throat, far louder than any previously. A grin rose to Taehyung's face as he pushed you back down onto the bed before climbing on top of you. He reached down to the sweaty lingerie that clung to your body, first focussing on the lace bralette. "You look like such a whore in this, baby boy. That was your plan, right? Put this on and take photos to seduce me into fucking you..." He fingered the delicate lace, pulling it from your skin just to let it go, the snap on your chest making you wince. He leaned down to you, pressing wet kisses to the parts of your exposed chest, sucking here and there before hovering over you to admire his work.

"Fuck... you look so gorgeous when I mark you. Want everyone to know you're mine, yeah? Want everyone to know who gets to fuck your pretty little hole, who owns your tiny cock," he said breathlessly, eyes blown with lust. You bit your lip, unconsciously grinding up into him, bucking your covered erection into his bare one, moaning at the contact.

"Hyungie please fuck me. Please, I need it so bad, just stretch me already-" you cried, nearly sobbing as you wrap your arms around his neck. He cooed at your pleading, hissing as you grinded the lace against his dick.

"Well, since you begged so prettily..." His hands snaked behind you and unclipped the bralette, peeling it off your body to reveal your chest fully. Immediately, Taehyung attacked your left nipple, sucking and licking and relishing in the whines that left your mouth. Once he'd finished, he made sure to give the same attention to the right. You could tell he was trying to rile you up. And goddamn, it was working.

Taehyung smiled teasingly as you wiggled on the bed, pouting at him to hurry the fuck up. Then, he slowly started to drag his large hands down your body, the slide of him against you shooting goosebumps all over your body. His fingers played with the hem of your panties while he placed messy kisses to your navel. You tangled your hands in his mop of dark curls, pulling his hair lightly in protest. "Please don't tease..."

"Hmmm, but you're always such a tease to me, angel," he muttered before sliding his hands around to your rear, slipping in through the top and tightly squeezing your ass. "Besides... You know you love it."

You gasped as you felt his large hands groping your ass, bucking your hips up to hit him in the chin. Tae took this opportunity to place gentle kisses to the curve of your bulge, looking up at you with playful eyes; feeling the wet fabric against his lips. He finally took pity on you. Taking his hands out of your panties, he slowly began to pull them down your legs, peeling them off your aching dick. The cold air on your scorching dick made you whimper. He threw them to the side of the bed, now kneeling back on his knees to take in the sight of you.

Your entire face was blushing deeply, matching the red, irritated tip of your cock. Sweat rolled down your body from the relentless teasing, faded tear tracks on your cheeks from when he'd fucked your throat – your lips swollen from the same treatment. Hickies were scattered around your body. Your tiny, aching length rested against your mid-pelvis, still pathetically dribbling pre-cum. You were panting and shivering in anticipation, looking up at him pleadingly as he stared down at you lustfully,

"Get on your hands and knees."

You wasted no time in obeying. Quickly, you threw yourself around onto your stomach, perking up your ass for him while leaning on your elbows. Taehyung chuckled.

"Eager much?" He grinned as he reached over into the side draw, pawing around before coming up with a small bottle of lube. Resting on his knees, he stopped behind you.

It was a sight, that's for sure. You on your knees, presenting your ass ready for him. All he could think about was taking you right here and now, no prep – just thrusting into you and fucking you into the bedsheets. Coming deep inside your tight ass. It had been so long since he'd gotten to ruin you. He missed being inside of your tight heat while you moaned and whined for him.

Quickly, he poured a decent amount of lube into the palm of his hand, putting the bottle down to rub his hands together. Next, he wrapped one hand around his hard cock, pumping himself as he stared at your tight hole. He watched as you clenched around nothing. He bit his lip to prevent a groan, finally moving so that his face was in front of your ass. Teasingly, he blew cool air onto your hole. You shivered at the contact, craning your neck back to look at what your boyfriend was doing. Then, Taehyung picked the bottle of lube back up and placed the nozzle near your hole, squeezing so a large amount of lube flowed into your asshole. The cold sensation made you gasp and jolt forward slightly, feeling it slide down onto your balls. Suddenly, you felt something probing your entrance.

Taehyung slowly circled your rim with one of his fingers before pushing it in to the hilt. You yelped at the sudden fullness, grabbing at the sheets in front of you. Taehyung smiled behind you, pumping his finger in and out of your heat. "Aish, you look great like this. A good little slut taking my finger. Can you take another?"

You nodded furiously, pushing your ass back on his finger, encouraging him to add more. "God, you're so impatient," he chuckled, adding another one of his fingers into your ass.

Back arching, you whined loudly as he stretched you out with two fingers, driving them in and out as he moved his other hand back to pumping his own cock. A groan left him. "Shit, you're taking them so well. God- you can take more, can't you? My little whore can take another two, hm?"

The thought of having four of his fingers inside you made you whine once more. "Yes yes, I can hyung! Please, give me more. Want your- ahhhh- want your fingers," you sobbed, your grip tightening on the sheets.

Taehyung wasted no time in fulfilling this request, shoving two more of his fingers in, his mouth falling open at the tightness. "Fuck, you're always so tight for me. God, I don't think you'd even be able to take my cock, angel."

Your eyes widened in panic. "No no, I can take it hyung! I can!"

He tutted mockingly. "No, you can't. You couldn't even suck hyung's cock without his help, let alone take it in this tight little ass. What's the point in hyung fucking you if you can't even take it?" He thrusted his fingers in aggressively, rubbing over your prostate. A loud cry ripped from your throat.

"No, please fuck me hyung. I want your big cock so badly. Need to have it in me, wanna take your big, fat cock please," you sobbed, pushing back on his fingers.

He bit his lip. He reached under you and wrapped his large hand around your cock. You groaned as he enveloped your dick completely with his large hand, your cock barely visible any more. "Aww, look at this. Your cock really is tiny, huh slut? Has the whore got such a tiny cock that he needs someone else to make him cum? Hm? Can't satisfy yourself so you need hyung's fat cock to do it?" His humiliating words made your cock ache even more coupled with his fast strokes and the fingers in your ass. Behind you, he also pressed his cock against your ass, letting you feel how well-endowed he was.

Tears began to pool in your eyes, the embarrassment building up around you. "Y-yes," you said pitifully. "My cock's too little hyung,"

Taehyung chuckled, continuing to pump your cock. "Aw, how cute. Bet you can't even fuck anyone with it. Useless little cock." He squeezed it in his hand causing you to scream. "Ah, sensitive baby? Is it time for hyung to fuck you, pretty?"

You nodded weakly. "Please," you whispered, your muscles aching from holding yourself up and your head in a daze.

"Okay baby," he said lowly in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck before finally letting go of your length and carefully pulling his fingers from your ass. You whined from the loss, the cool air hitting your hole. Behind you, you heard the obvious noise of your boyfriend slicking up his hard cock again. You exhaled deeply, allowing your muscles to relax. Your knees ached and as did your neck, but you held your position until Taehyung said otherwise.

"On your back, baby boy."

He took hold of you, one hand on your hip and one on your shoulder, and flipped you around. He spread open your thighs, lifting them up and onto his own as he kneeled on the mattress. His thumb drew small circles on your hip, his other hand on his cock as he lined himself up with your hole. "Ready?" You nodded.

Taehyung slowly pushed his swollen tip past the rim of your tender hole, sighing deeply as his grip tightened on your hips. There'd definitely be bruises there tomorrow. Your mouth gaped as you felt him sink into you. You'd never get used to the stretch from Taehyung's dick, no matter how many times he'd fucked you like this. Each time, you relished in the burn. A whimper left your mouth as he continued to move his hips forward, pushing his cock further into your ass, one of your arms coming up to grip his arm.

"Hyung- it- it's too m-much.." you gasped, your face scrunched from the slight pain.

Tae's hips ceased their movement. "Yeah? I told you my cock was too big for you, baby boy," he smirked. "It's not even halfway yet and you can't even take it." He moved so he was hovering over you, his dick still in your ass. The movement caused him to slide further inside you, making you wince and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Ahh- shit, I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he groaned, forcing himself not to move his hips. He wasn't that cruel. Once he was sure that the pain had passed, he inhaled deeply before pushing in fully. He was now balls deep inside your ass, his hips flush to yours. Your mouth fell open as he slid inside. You closed your eyes, trying to adjust to his large length. You fucking loved feeling this full, having the heavy feeling of him inside you. It was heavenly. The burn just added to how amazing it felt, knowing your ass would be gaping after this. Tenderly, you wrapped your legs around his waist and bucked up into him, moaning into his ear.

"Hyungieeee... please fuck me,"

He groaned, caging you to the bed between his arms, your dick pressed up against his body. The friction made you whimper, trying desperately to fuck down onto his cock. "Aw, is the little slut needy?" He asked cheekily, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. You whined into the kiss, your words incoherent. "Don't worry, hyung will take care of you,"

With that, Taehyung pulled his hips almost all the way out so just the tip was inside you. Before you could complain about the loss, Taehyung rammed his cock into your hole. You let out a breathy whimper and clung to his body as he began to fuck into you. He pistoned his hips against your own, already having found your prostate. He concentrated on that spot, hitting it every time he entered you. It was all far too much. You buried your head into his shoulder while he used your body.

"Fuckkk, you're such a fucking whore, baby boy. God, you love letting me use you like this, hm? Love being my little fucktoy? That's all you are. Just a little sex doll for me to use," he moaned out, slamming his dick into you over and over. He let out loud grunts with each stroke, every so often moaning breathily in your ear.

Reaching around his neck, he pried your hands off of him and pinned your arms down to the bed, completely trapping you below him. He continued to fuck you into the mattress, using you as if you were some kind of flesh light. You loved it. Each time he drilled into your prostate, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your moans getting higher and higher. Before you couldn't hold it any longer. With no warning, you came hard between both of your writhing bodies with a loud wail. Tae didn't stop pounding into you.

"Aw, did you cum already?" He scoffed, watching you whine from the overstimulation. "Well, that's too bad. Just because your pathetic little dick already came, doesn't mean we get to stop. You gotta make hyung come first, slut." You bit your lip, the feeling of him moving inside you plus his degrading words already making your cock start to harden again. He hit your prostate with a particularly hard thrust, forcing a moan from you.

"Wha-"

Tae's arms suddenly latched around your thighs, pulling you both up into a kneeling position. You were on top of his thighs, sitting on his lap as he thrusted up into your tight heat. In this position you could feel him even deeper, every ridge and vein rubbing against you perfectly as he moved rhythmically inside of you. He groped the globes of your ass as he fucked up into you.

"God, you're so tight," he groaned, leaning his forehead against your chest as he chased his orgasm. "I'm gonna cum so fucking hard inside you. Gonna fill you up 'til you're leaking my cum like the fucking cum whore you are. This is all you're fucking good for-"

His hips began to plunge into you even faster, your eyes tearing up at the overstimulation. You could feel yourself getting close again as you tried to meet his thrusts, though it was impossible to match his animal pace. His grunts started to morph into long needy groans as his thrusts got harsher. Each time he thrusted he pushed you down hard onto his dick, using you like a ragdoll as he got closer to orgasm.

"Fuck- fuck, I'm gonna cum," he moaned, sweat cascading down his body as he pressed himself hard against you. "Beg for it. Beg for your hyung's cum to fill you up-" He cut himself off with a high pitched whine.

"Want your cum, please please please hyung-"

"How badly do you want it?"

"Want it so fucking badly, please fill me up." Your words were nothing but gibberish, incoherently screamed against his neck. He groaned.

"Fuck, do you hear yourself. Begging for your hyung's cum like a good little slut- ah shit- Take it, oh my god- fucking take it!" He pushed you down roughly onto his dick, stilling inside you as he shot his thick load into your ass. It came out in spurts, long ropes filling you to the brim as he panted against your ear. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you came with him, your cock pathetically dribbling out your second orgasm of the night.

The pounding in your ears lessened as you both kneeled there, you shaking in his lap – his hands starting to relax their hold on your bottom. Both of your breathing began to slow, matching the others rhythm. Drips of his cum sliding out of your ruined ass made you wince, catching Taehyung's attention after his powerful orgasm.

He locked eyes with you, smiling gently while he brought one hand to caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch, a tired smile gracing your face when you feel his thumb stroking your cheek. You both sat there in silence for a while, Taehyung pulling you close to softly press a kiss to your lips.

"So... did that make up for me neglecting you these past few weeks?"

You giggled. "Mmm, I'm not sure..."

"We should go again. Just to be sure."

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come over, pt. i

pairing. jjk x f!reader. rating. explicit. tags. this is pwp. smut in the forms of: kissing, oral (m/f), fingering, deepthroating, hickeys, protected sex. use of the pet name shy girl. wc. 6.2k. beta reader. @hobi-gif and @snackhobi aka the loves of my tiny life. author note. this is an adaption of an rp with my beloved @velvetwicebang. while the writing is all my own, i owe so much to loma for inspiring me and being such a wonderful partner. 💛 if you enjoy this, feedback goes a long way. tysm for reading! (and yes, there will be a second part.)

You’ve been friends for thirteen months, classmates for another three before that. You’ve worked on countless projects together, watched him fall off a roof, and have had to bail him out of campus security’s grubby little hands. Your friendship is easy, based on mutual suffering in Professor Kim’s class and long study dates spent in the library. He smuggled you chocolates in his pockets and you brought iced coffee to the 8 a.m. lecture you shared.

You’re not sure why you’re riddled with uncertainty now then, every nerve ending shot, lit up bright like the still-up mini Christmas tree sitting in the corner of your dorm room. (You know you should take it down but it’s so cute, slouched ever with a tiny gold star-shaped bell hanging from the end.).

Spending time with Jungkook was normal - a part of your weekly routine - but then again, you hadn’t somehow developed a weird little crush on him until recently.

(If you think hard, you could probably pinpoint it to a night a few weeks ago when he looked particularly good, fluffy powder puff of hair stripped of shadow and gleaming gold beneath the warm lecture lights. You’d never had a thing for blonds but he made it look good - surprising you when he’d dropped into his seat beside you and winked in response to your surprise.)

(It’s something you can't tear your thoughts from now, that infuriatingly charming smile burnt into your retinas. It sits at the forefront of your mind, stealing your attention from the movie that's playing on the television hung across from your bed. One of those blockbuster flicks, because who didn’t love gratuitous action and lens flares?)

A hand reaches for the chip bowl propped between you - homemade chex mix, because you’ve been obsessed with the recipe since discovering it a few weeks ago - and you flinch away when it brushes the hand that's already in there.

"Sorry!" You squeak before coughing, a quick-witted (but not altogether believable) attempt at hiding the sudden heat that flares across your cheeks. The same hand disappears between your knees, fingers curling into the soft throw laid over your legs. You tell yourself to relax at least three times before speaking, peeking at your companion from beneath a fringe of sleep-tousled strands. “Stop stealing all my chips.”

The boy beside you only grins, tosses that lazy smile in your direction before turning his attention back to the explosion on the screen, entire expression lit up by the fireworks that explode in flashes of colour.

You think you’ve gotten away with it - that he hasn’t noticed - and then he’s speaking again, pointedly staring forward, seemingly unbothered. (You know better though. Jungkook’s infuriating like that, picking up on all the little things despite the fact that he’s a dumb boy, too good at reading between the lines when he barely studies.)

“You’re blushing.”

The callout is, well, uncalled for.

You choose to ignore him at first, opting to shove two chocolates past your lips. They’re unbearably sweet, minty and cold - your favourite - and the richness spills across your tongue, eliciting a soft hum as your teeth buzz from the sugar. (Note to self: thank Jungkook for the chocolate later.)

“You’re blushing,” you retort once you’ve swallowed, cheeks puffed out and a dent gathering between your brows. “I’m just—“ Hand waves wildly - nearly hits him in the face with how wobbly it is - and you pretend-glare at him, faux affront laid in spades. “—hot.”

It comes snappier than you mean it to, spoken in something close to a pout. You aren’t actually. The campus is notorious for having garbage heating, floorboards more akin to packed snow in the dead of winter. It’s just annoying. You refuse to be another one of those girls.

(Not that there’s anything wrong with said girls. It’s more an issue with Jungkook, stupidly handsome and charming and far too popular for his own good. People already told you all about Jungkook’s escapades - even though you often heard them from him firsthand and in gruelling detail. One of the downsides to being friends with someone who, for all intents and purposes, carried the title of campus heartthrob.)

“Pay attention to the movie.” The same hand reaches for the mix again, careful to avoid brushing his this time. You think you’ve succeeded, snatching up a piece of pretzel, morsel halfway to your mouth when it drops to your lap.

The same lap that suddenly has a hand on it, palm warm over your knee.

If you’d thought your nerve endings were shot, now you knew they were. Every inch of skin was on fire - heat shooting up your spine and over your neck the moment his hand comes in contact with bare skin. Damn your need for comfort, damn your choice to wear shorts, damn his freaking hot tattooed hands—

You almost yell at him. The sound’s on the tip of your tongue when you bite down, stare trained wholly on the movie and the blood that splatters across the screen..

Really, you shouldn't be surprised. You’ve known Jungkook for nearly two years - okay, not quite. You’ve heard all the rumours about him, the whispered words that sound something like playboy and flirt and be careful. You know and yet you’ve found yourself in this situation, desperately trying to figure out what the hell is going through his mind as you stare straight ahead, refusing to move a muscle.

His profile is picture perfect from your periphery; he's focused too, acting like he's done nothing wrong. Sly as a fox, as always.

“Still blushing,” he repeats conversationally, as if he’s commenting on the colour of the sky or how cold it is in your room. Not as if he’s got a hand where it shouldn’t be, ink spilling over his skin in pretty patterns, burning the shape of it where he touches.

"I didn't blush.” It’s a retort made for only argument’s sake and even then, without weight. Feather soft and feeble in an attempt to keep your voice level. It's hard when you’re burning up, a livewire settled where you feel him. "I'm not blushing."

It's a lie - you can feel the flush, embarrassment flooding from your cheeks all the way down over your chest. It’s an inferno beneath your skin, lava coursing through your veins.

It spreads further and further, blooms somewhere new when his hand drifts lower, tracking across the soft inner of your thigh. Doesn’t cease even when his hand does, palm firm over your leg, the ghost of a touch passing so close to your core you can’t help but jolt. It’s as if he’s rearranged your pieces, mixed them all up. A brush of his finger over your clothed entrance feels like it hits you right in the chest, snaps your heart to attention. It roars to life, thundering madly, pulse erratic when he repeats the gesture, with that much more pressure.

You’re dripping, you realise to your horror, cotton of your thong sticking to your skin, grey of your shorts made darker by the arousal that spills over the one not-so-innocent digit.

A part of you wants to run from the room. Nearly do, heart hammering in your chest when Jungkook's face is suddenly too close, the warmth of his breath stifling against your neck. It feels good, anticipation and desire fizzing in your stomach like fountain pop. (The movie theatre kind, that’s somehow flat and too bubbly all at once.)

"Kook." You mean to say it reproachfully, with a hand pushing his wrist away. Instead it comes out like a whisper, a soft sigh of his name that sounds almost needy, laced with worry and anticipation that makes you want to tear your own hair out. Fingers remain locked around bone, other hand digging into the blanket and the linen beneath it, searching desperately for some form of composure beneath the material.

For the first time, you hazard a glance - know it’ll be bad for your own well-being - dropping your stare to where his hand rests. (You have to admit - you like the sight of those tattoos, a stark contrast to the unblemished softness.)

Like it almost as much as his kisses, the first of which lands exactly where you want it most. Delicate, polite, right on the junction of your jaw. A sigh escapes before you can help it. "Shy girl,” he coos, teasing in a way that makes your heart skip a beat.

“I’m not shy,” you huff - try to, anyway, around the kaleidoscope of butterflies that are threatening to choke you. "We're watching a movie." You’re trying to redirect his attention, even as you’re desperate for it, even as you think you’d give your whole heart for it.

You’re this close to combusting, eyes widening the moment he extracts his hand and tucks it back into the bowl of chips. A part of you wants to yell at him - for starting this in the first place but mainly for leaving you high and dry, turned on and soaking through your underwear.

(It’s not fair, but then again, you’d never expected them to be. You’ve seen the rules Jungkook plays by - namely those of his own creation. Term paper due the next morning? He’d somehow pull it out of his ass that night. Break something at a house party? He’d be let off with a smile and a wave, those doe eyes of his utterly lethal when paired with his pout.)

“Watch the movie then.” He sounds almost bored, utterly unbothered as he seamlessly slips back into the proper role of friend, classmate, study partner.

"Let's." Without tossing another glance in his direction, you stare straight ahead, own hand delving for snacks. So what if you very purposely brush your fingers against the pieces he's just touched, popping the pieces into your mouth before slotting your thumb against your tongue, cheeks hollowing around to suck the last bits of salt and butter off.

Despite your nerves - you’re hoping he's watching - you readjust, bringing knees up, crossing legs until one is resting atop his own thick thigh. The full of your bottom lip disappears between your teeth, worried to within an inch of its life as you shift beside him, seemingly manoeuvring your shorts into their rightful position.

(You’re not. They’re hitched higher than they were, barely worthy of the title of shorts, more akin to a belt. So revealing it’s almost uncomfortable, wet of your arousal sticking them to your skin.)

(Two could play this game.)

(Maybe him better than you, but still.)

You know what you’re doing and yet you’re somehow surprised when he’s suddenly disappeared from your side and situated himself in front of you, eating up too much of the space on your small double bed. “What’re you—“ The question disappears in the same moment he does, unable to track his movements when Jungkook slips forward, pressing his mouth over yours.

You’ve kissed a lot of people. (Okay, not a lot, but enough.) You were a senior in college, where kissing was like talking and fucking happened more often than dating.

You’ve never kissed Jungkook before.

Why hadn’t you?

His lips are terribly soft, pink and pouted, slanting across yours as if he’s trying to devour you. There’s no semblance of delicacy, nothing gentle and sweet like those brushes against your neck. They’re forceful, demanding payment in full when his tongue glides over the seam, seeking entrance despite the fact that you think he might’ve slipped in anyway.

There’s not a single wall he couldn’t break down, not a lock he couldn’t pick. Not with how he moves, purposeful and reassured, tongue sliding over yours, sucking it into his mouth as if it’s something he does every day. (Which it very well could be - just not with you.)

“Shy girl,” he repeats with a mouth filled with affection, praise that pours over you honey sweet and sticky. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

The thing is, you’re not pretending. You’re half-afraid this entire moment is going to explode into a thousand pieces, a dream shattered by reality. You hope it doesn’t. Couldn’t bear it when he feels so nice, hand spanning your waist, tucked beneath the safety of your shirt and the fleece blanket between you.

“I’m not.”

“Oh?” There’s something in his eyes, something that coils heat in the pit of your stomach. You swear you can see the devil sitting on his shoulder, gleeful little smile rearranging his features. “Do I make you nervous, ____?”

Did he? Of course he did. Had, even before you’d known him.

(You’d grown comfortable, though. Found a way to separate the popular heartthrob from your friend.)

But you’ve lost your marbles, gone certifiably insane when you make a noise that sounds nothing like you. Because you’re once again far too interested in the way Jungkook’s touching you, manhandling you as if you’re some sort of puppet. It really shouldn’t turn you on so much, slick coating your bare thighs when he guides you onto your back, pushes you back against your too many pillows.

He’s your friend and he’s told you all about the way he fucks girls until they can’t walk.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want the same treatment, though.

The moment Jungkook’s mouth finds your skin - sensitive and soft and so close to your soaked core - you keen, hands immediately flying into his silky head of hair. It threads between your fingers like fine silk, filaments of gold overlaid in colour by the movie that still plays.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, entire body arching off the back of the bed in an effort to bring some form of relief. You can’t help the heat that burns your cheeks or how you sound, begging and pleading as you tug gently at his blond roots. “Don’t tease me.”

You’re not asking very nicely but you figure Jungkook will give in. It’s his fault, after all.

His fault - which you don’t mind when he hooks fabric aside and drags his tongue across your slit, the flat of his tongue arching your back from the bed. Can’t mind when he does it again, rounded nose bumping against your clit. You’re trying to stay just a little bit decent, moans soft and caught between your teeth. You’re practically biting a hole through your lip in an effort to stay quiet, hands curled into fists. Gold spills between them and you imagine it hurts but he doesn’t stop, only works harder to drive you crazy.

Of course he’s good at this. Too good, if you’re being honest.

You’re dripping, legs trembling in his firm, unyielding grip. There's molten heat building in your stomach, creeping up your spine, and with each pass of his tongue over your sensitive core, it only expands. You want more - need it - and almost beg when he catches your clit between his teeth. A breathy baby spills out on accident when your eyes meet, gaze half-lidded.

It’s bad for your health, how good he looks right now, chin slick, lips rubied and pretty like jewels. “Shy girl sounds so pretty.”

There's something about his praise that completely ruins you, the words dragging a delighted, sexpot moan off your tongue. You want him to tell you how pretty you are now and later, over and over.

You want to be his pretty girl.

"I want you. I need more," you whine, hips rutting desperately, slick messy across your thighs and shining across Jungkook's mouth. He smiles then - brighter than the sun, utterly radiant, so devastatingly handsome you swear your brain short circuits - and then he’s doing exactly as you’ve asked.

He eats you out like it’s an art form, flicking his tongue over your clit with practiced precision, sucking the pearl between his lips. When he grazes his teeth over it - just the lightest pressure - you jolt, the feeling of a finger sliding into you stealing the breath from your lungs.

He’s always had nice hands, big broad palms and long fingers. They reach places you could never hope to, stretching you deliciously when he sinks another in alongside the first, exploring you with ease. The sting is slight, the fullness overriding any pain, further dulled by the suction of his mouth on your clit.

He even hums when he finds the spot he’s been looking for, hooking his fingers against it and pressing. (You swear you see stars; you know you feel him smile, lips spread like butter over your skin when you sob.)

You can’t help yourself, writhing and moaning, trying to ride his face with a desperation that has your chest heaving. It feels so good to have him between your legs. You almost miss the appearance of his other hand - in view for but a moment before it disappears past the waistband of his sweats. Dark as they are, pitch black like most of his clothing, it’s impossible to miss the way he touches himself. It has you even needier, pussy clenching at the thought of him fisting his own hard cock.

“Do you want a hand?” You ask as if you’re doing him a favour and not salivating at the prospect, eyes wide, blinking down at him from behind thick lashes.

“Fuck.” He’s sin incarnate, undeniable when he sheds his sweats, kicks them off with just one hand, other still slotted snug against your pussy. He never ceases his movements, fucking you on his fingers even as he sits upright, leaned back on his calves. “You want a taste? Shy girl wants a big fat cock in her mouth?”

There's something about hearing him so turned on, the expletive shooting a dizzying bolt of desire straight between yours legs. You’ve seen Jungkook worked up - he was awfully competitive, after all, dominating most intramural sports, breaking PR records in the gym - but it's something else completely when he's making you drip cum all over his hand.

"Wow.”

Jungkook's cock is pretty, flushed and glossy from the pre-cum he spreads with his thumb, massaging over the tip like it owes him something.

You want to taste it.

A contented hum rolls off your tongue at his question, though you don’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. His ego's big enough without it and you’re much more interested in stroking something else. Still, you lean into his palm, nuzzling your cheek against the warmth of it when he threads his hand through your hair, gathering it in his fist.

Then without looking away, your mouth falls open, tongue peeking past your lips to lick a fat stripe up the length of his cock, from base to tip. It's hot and heavy on your tongue, the salty taste of his pre-cum better than candy. You hum again, swirling your tongue around the head, and keep your gaze locked with Jungkook's, almost smirking when you drag your tongue over his fingers, gently grazing the edge of your teeth against the pad of his thumb.

“Please.” You’re usually far more reserved, not the kind to ask for more until you’re three months into dating and certain of where you stand. You simply can’t help yourself now, the feeling of your own wetness painting your skin, making you clench around nothing. "I need it."

The groan that comes sounds more like Christmas, a gift given by Santa Claus himself. It filters into your ears and has you grinning up at him, not even bothering to hide the pride that flutters your lashes and has you pursing your lips around the head of his cock.

When he speaks again, it’s dangerously quiet, low in his throat, laced with whatever same emotion that seems to shackle your limbs. “Open up, ____,” he instructs, though he offers little time to adjust, guiding his cock forward, stuffing your mouth full. “Show me how bad.”

You don’t mind. If you were to speak, it’d practically be a prayer, tongue tracing the veins that run the length. A chorus of yes please more when he takes just as much as he gives. You love the power that comes with Jungkook speaking so filthily, drunk on it when he continues, spewing filth in time with each rock of his hips.

Lips seal around the swollen head each time he withdraws, cheeks hollowing around the tip. Tongue passes over his fingers again before your hand rises, fingers curling around his wrist to pull his own away. (You probably shouldn't - it's too romantic - but thread your fingers through his in the same instant you sink down upon his cock, taking him halfway before pulling off with a pop!)

"Do you think you'll last long enough to fuck me?" You’re pushing his buttons on purpose, just like he had yours during the movie.

Something close to a snarl comes, a growl that reverberates out of that big cavernous chest of his, and he grips your hair tighter, tries to hold you still as he grins down at you. The expression is so at odds with the warmth in his eyes, the boyish tilt of his head.

You repeat the motion again and again, taking him a little bit deeper until the head brushes the back of your throat, reflexively swallowing around the intrusion. He's still so long and thick you haven’t even taken him all, drooling around his length, breathing through your nose and pushing past the desire to gag. Then you relax your jaw just a little more, humming when your nose brushes the neatly groomed patch of hair at his base.

Your free hand slinks across his thigh, nails digging into the meat, delighted by the flex of muscle and sinew beneath your hand. He's so hard, both on your tongue and beneath your touch. It prompts you to shift forward just a bit more - you can feel the slick on your thighs, dripping down onto the sheets with each movement - and trace across his thigh to gently palm his balls.

If you could speak, you’d probably ask for more. For Jungkook to use and abuse your throat as much as he wants. As it stands, you can only moan around him, spit and his pre-cum smeared over your lips.

“Look at you.” He’s talking to himself, lost in his own world as he fucks into your mouth, soothes the pad of his thumb over your cheek. You adore the way he sounds now, dazed and a little messed up. “Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, ____.”

You can’t do much more than look up at him, batting your lashes when he compliments you, dragging your tongue everywhere you can reach as the head of his cock batters the back of your throat. It's not an easy feat, drool all the way down your chin, trailing down your neck and staining the silk of your camisole.

At some point, you’ll need to pull off - get a proper breath of air - but not now. Instead, you swallow around him, savouring the feeling of him filling your mouth, and squeeze gently at his balls. When you wink up at him, it's half-hearted and with moisture in your eyes, lining lashes in the form of little gemstones.

You do it again and again, moaning lewdly around his cock before it gets too much, pulling off of him with a gasping breath and tears down your cheeks. “Is it my turn yet?” You’re only half-joking, made needier by the soreness in your throat, the same you want to feel so desperately between your legs. Pressing a sweet, chaste peck to his head, tongue dipping into his slit to gather the pre-cum that leaks out, you offer the sweetest smile you can, saccharine sweet and soft.

“Your turn?” The way Jungkook snorts is derisive, playful. It pulls straight off his tongue - which finds yours, swapping spit as he guides you back to the bed. Teeth collide, lips grown swollen by the intensity of your kiss, and you startle when he nips hard at the bottom petal. “I thought you were shy.”

“I am,” you retort, returning the gesture, biting into the curve of his jaw with surprising repose. Colour blooms beneath the edge of enamel, a smattering of colour that makes you smile, eager to leave more.

Which you would do, if Jungkook weren’t stripping before you, peeling his shirt from his front, tugging it over his head in that weirdly hot way that somehow all boys did. It reveals skin in a single fluid pull, clothing discarded to the side before he levels you with a smile of his own, one that stirs to life the dimple in his cheek, eyes squinting with the intensity of his delight. He looks deceptively sweet this way, nothing like the demon who’d just stuffed his cock down your throat.

You’re not sure which version of him you like best.

Seeing him now, dressed in nothing but that absurd, devilishly handsome grin of his, you’re not prepared. You’re unsure where to look, gaze bouncing between the tattoos that crawl up his arms and span over his left pec, down the neatly defined ridges of his abs, and all the way back to his swollen, shiny cock.

“You’re drooling.” Of course it’s something he’d say - because he always knows what to say, plucking perfect words from thin air. The casual banter calms the rattle in your chest and refocuses it on his face that’s too close, looming over yours as his hands make quick work of your clothes, shedding the fabric from your form with deft, measured movements.

You’re ready to say something teasing - anything to distract from the fact that you’re still ogling him - when he catches you in another kiss, softer this time, infinitely sweeter. Suddenly, you’re shy - which really makes no sense, given what’s transpired.

"Don't make fun of me," you mumble, as bashful as you were during the movie, embarrassment burning across your cheeks. Arms rise to cover what little of your chest you can, folding around his broad palms that encompass them whole, tweaking at the straining buds.

“I’m not,” Jungkook reassures against your lips, face dropping into the crook of your neck. He nuzzles against you, sucking affection into the column of your throat, shamelessly laying a wreath of lust into the delicate skin. You wonder whether he can hear the stutter of your pulse, the reaction his next words elicit. “You’re pretty when you do it.”

You can’t quite pull your eyes away from his face, shrouded in lemon tart, so good-looking it’s unfair; his broad back and the muscle that threads it, undulating with each movement; or the way his thighs flex between your spread knees. You’re dragged through heaven and hell by the brush of his lips, each glide overstimulating your senses to the point of no return. You’re still burning up, all the foreplay leaving your legs like jelly, cunt dripping with need. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

Probably not the best thing to say with the position you’re in but the reality of the situation is hitting you and you’re feeling a little vulnerable. Want an answer that’ll soften the sharp edges of his teeth, the intoxicating glint in his stare.

“No, just you.” Whether it’s true or not, you can’t say for certain. You hope it is - wish upon a star for it, laying all your hopes and dreams into the constellations in his eyes. They’re lovely, winking down at you from the darkest depths, guiding you home.

You don’t mean to scoff - really, you don’t. It comes of its own accord, spilling forth like a glass too full.

“You don’t believe me?” He sounds almost offended, the picture of innocence when he reaches down, hand scrambling about for pooled black fabric. Comes back up with a packet between his index and middle finger, held aloft like a prize.

How can you when he’s ready to devour you whole, primed to feast as he rolls the condom over his length, stroking himself once, twice, gaze never wavering from where it rests between your legs.

“Always prepared.” It’s scathing but somehow tender, too mesmerised by the way he fucks into his loose fist. You’d say more - maybe make a flippant comment about his reputation - but can’t find the words when he’s teasing you, swollen head tapping teasingly over your core. It feels like too much, leaves you breathless when he hikes your legs up and nearly folds you in half.

When he presses into you, the sound you make is sinful, a moan you can’t help. Jungkook’s so fucking big you’re sure you’re about to split in half, pussy clenching tight around the sudden intrusion. “Oh my god,” you whine, hands coiling into his hair, trying desperately to relax, the sting of the stretch battling the pressure that builds as he sinks further in. “You’re so big. I c-can’t—” You’re starting to babble nonsense and he hasn’t even begun moving yet, lips hot over the sweat-slick column of his throat when he bows, burning his presence into the grace of your neck. A hickey of your own creation blooms right where your mouth is, right over his shoulder. The salt of his skin distracts you, makes it easier to accommodate the fullness. “You feel so good, Kook.” You rock experimentally beneath him, clenching tight as if to draw him deeper. “Please, move,” you beg, aiming to form another bruise beneath his skin.

The first thrust chases all the breath from your lungs, a gasp ricocheting off your tongue and into the minimal space between you. He's absurdly big, stretching you out so well that every stroke feels like heaven. When he pushes back in, snaps his hips in that easy, effortless motion of his, you’re making the most obscene noises, words lost to his hair as he lavishes your tits with attention.

B-big! is all you manage to squeak out. It sounds like that, anyway. With how he's filling you, it's hard to speak coherently; you can practically feel him in your throat. (Or maybe that's just from choking on him earlier. You’re not really sure.)

Hands find their way around his neck, over his shoulders, periwinkle-painted nails leaving light etchings in their wake. They bloom colour over his back - not too hard, careful still, motor skills barely functioning - before you tangle your fingers in his hair, holding him recklessly close as the pressure builds and builds, flooding your abdomen in heat.

There’s slick all across your thighs. You can hear the wet sounds each time Jungkook slips almost all the way out and then rocks back in. It's terribly messy and so hot but you’re greedy, drunk off the feeling of having this Adonis break you in half. "Harder, p-please." Eyes wide, you tug gently at the soft strands at the nape of his neck, meeting his with a flutter of your lashes. "Please?"

He acquiesces without hesitation, fucks you harder, deeper, like an animal in a rut. Grinds against you with each thrust, pushing you to your limits. Even has the audacity to push further, until the strain in your hips conflicts with the pleasure skipping up your spine, melting you into a boneless mass.

You’ve never felt like this, stretched out and used. You’re used to gentle lovers, sweet - if not boring - lovemaking. The way Jungkook's pounding into you is unheard of and you’re loving it, his name whimpered on a feedback loop. A steady Kook, Kook, Kook that twinkles in your ears, inarticulate and pleading as you rock shamelessly against him.

“You like that, ____?” It’s a question for his own ego, something he knows but asks anyway. (It’d be impossible not to know the answer when your cunt’s sucking him in, coating his cock in a pretty sheen.)

You’re nodding dumbly, breathless, eager to meet him each time he snaps forward. (It’s not easy like this, practically prone beneath him, twisted into a pretzel.) "Like it so m-much. Feels so good.” You can’t stop smoothing open mouthed kisses over his fluffy hair, basking in the sunshine that radiates off him.

There's an ache starting between your legs, pussy swollen around his thick length. You’re grateful for your natural flexibility, the hot yoga sessions you’d entertained on-and-off for years. You’re sure you’d feel it in your legs too, knees pushed all the way up by your ears, if not for that.

But still, you’re defenceless, made to experience each and every thing he has to offer: every vein and ridge, the head of his cock reaching so deep it's almost too much. With each stroke, Jungkook’s brushing against the sensitive spot that has pleasure skyrocketing, blossoming like a rose garden in spring. "R-right there," you manage, rolling your hips purposefully, nearly crying each time he brushes against your g-spot.

“Right there?” He parrots it back, infuriating and adorable, the teasing tenor dripping over you like raindrops. They settle beneath your skin, sinking into your bones as he rears back just enough, enough to steal a kiss that’s far more tongue than it needs to be.

It’s almost as if he’s trying to drown you, sink you beneath high tide.

Spit descends down your chin, trails over your neck and it’s a little gross but you don’t care. The attention he’s giving is shameless, passed over your cheeks, your throat, your breasts. He gives and gives, both with his lips and the praise that comes unfettered. “Perfect,” he hums, sucking your nipple into his mouth, worrying the bud until it’s straining and puffy, too sensitive when he kisses you again and your own thigh brushes against it. You whimper at the feeling, pulling softly at his hair, unsure whether you want less or need more. “So sensitive. Such a shy girl. Such a pretty girl.”

Every word of praise has you beaming, nearly purring with delight despite the pain that comes when he puts you through the same once more, laving over the other bud with abandon. He's sweat-slick, beads of it running down his neck, over the mosaic of bruises you’ve left behind. It's almost embarrassing how dark his throat is coloured, a dozen reminders left all over his skin.

(You wonder how long they’ll last, how many days will pass as the colour shifts, changing like autumn leaves. Whether they’ll still be there at your next lecture, if he’ll wear them with pride or cover up beneath one of his big baggy sweaters.)

(You hope it’s the latter.)

(Maybe he’ll let you give him more.)

(Maybe he—)

There’s a change of pace and you’re crying out, hiccupping with each thrust, the head of his cock finding your g-spot with unbearable, unrelenting precision. Clawing at his arms, long nails digging into the firm muscle of his biceps, something between a sob and a plea rolls off your tongue, over and over. "So big. It's too m-much.” And yet you don’t want him to stop, punch drunk from the way he reaches deep and pulls you tighter against him, hips risen off the bed.

You’re begging again, eyes rolled so far back in your head you can hardly focus, the coil in your stomach pulled so tight you know it's about to snap. When Jungkook laughs - a sweet giggle that proves his duality - you clench almost painfully, tears finally spilling over.

One last brush against your most sensitive spot, one last thrust of that monster cock, and you’re peaking, coming so intensely you feel as if you’re soaring. Everything's suddenly so much more wet, release soaking into the linens beneath you, coating your thighs and his legs and dripping between you.

You’ve never come like this before, without some sort of direct stimulation on your clit. It’s pleasurable in a different way, severing all your sensibilities, explosive in its magnitude. It tingles beneath your skin, flooding all your senses.

"Kook—please—come for me.” You’re rocking up, forward - trying to, at least, folded as you are - singing his name, pleading for him to fuck his cum into you (momentarily ignorant to the fact that you’ve been responsible, a thin wall of latex separating you from your fucked out fantasy).

Despite the sensitivity, you’re clenching around him, eager to bring him to his own high. You want to feel him come apart above you, eroded into a mess like you are.

He’s just as pretty reaching his peak as he is at any other time, handsome face screwed up as if he’s reached nirvana, bliss slacking his features the longer he rides it out, bucking into you as he fills the condom and still doesn’t stop. It’s almost unbearable, oversensitivity spilling into pleasure until he leisurely grinds to a halt, stops the inconsistent pressure against your bundle of nerves, the assault on your fluttering walls.

When he collapses against you, whole face squished between the valley of your breasts, you can’t help but laugh, the sound breathless and endeared. “Are you okay?” You don’t mind where he is, weight comforting, skin sticky on yours. He’s unbelievably warm - a blanket fresh from the wash and yet so much better, lulling you into a sense of security.

“Better than okay,” he murmurs against your chest, smothering open-mouthed kisses over skin, snickering when you jolt at the feel of his teeth over your nipple one last time. “You’re welcome.” It’s an indulgent, facetious expression of gratitude, one that you haven’t asked for. You laugh all the same, ducking your head into the crown of spun gold atop his head.

“You too.”

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So did jock Steve and emo Bucky meet in college or earlier, like high school? How long exactly has Steve been crushing? 😉

[Post 1 & post 2 about jock!Steve and emo!Bucky which inspired this ask]

Oh nooo, it's even cuter if Steve's crush dates back to high school 😩 Or... what if... they met in elementary school in Brooklyn? Back when Steve was small and kind of inconspicuous, while Bucky was a popular, happy-go-lucky kid who was adored by teachers and other kids alike. Steve, too, kind of looked up to Bucky, and when Bucky stood up for Steve once when bullies got a hold of him, Steve developed the child equivalent of a crush on Bucky.

But then, Bucky moved away because his dad got a new job or something, and his teenage years were kind of tough. Maybe they moved a couple more times during his high school years and Bucky couldn't really settle anywhere, maybe his parents had a messy divorce or something like that, and Bucky kind of turned in on himself, stopped being so outgoing and preferred keeping to himself, turned a little shy.

As fate would have it, years later, Bucky and Steve end up attending the same college. Steve has had his grow spurt in the final years of high school and is almost unrecognisable from his former self, plus Steve Rogers is a pretty generic name, so Bucky doesn't really make the connection between little Stevie who used to get bullied in the playground, and Steve, captain of the football team.

Steve, however, has thought about Bucky a lot over the years, wondered how he was doing, and there aren't that many guys called Bucky, and while Bucky has changed, he's still as handsome and kind as he used to be back in school. So Steve recognises him immediately, and all of his old feelings come rushing back to the surface, although now he sees them through a different lens because this time, he knows he's bisexual (no one else knows, but Steve does).

He also realizes that his admiration for Bucky isn't just admiration - it's a crush. His stomach erupts into a cloud of butterflies every time he spots Bucky in class or on campus, and he finds himself unconsciously memorising Bucky's schedule so he can make sure to hang around outside his dorm or classroom at the right time to 'accidentally' bump into him. To Steve's immense disappointment, however, Bucky not only doesn't recognise him, but he hardly even seems to notice him. He probably thinks Steve just another airheaded college jock, and Steve has no idea how to act on his infatuation...

Which is where the next ask I got about this comes in!

I think your suggestions work perfectly as a continuation of the above, @possibleplatypus!

At some point, Steve has a lightbulb moment and he realizes he might as well use the image Bucky probably has of him as a dumb jock type, and ask him for some tutoring. When Steve approaches him about it, Bucky is a little confused and a lot flustered, because while he doesn't know a lot about Steve, he does know that he's one of the most popular guys on campus, and definitely the hottest (Bucky would know, he's gay) and he can't quite figure out why he would be asking Bucky of all people for help. But Bucky has never been able to turn down anyone who needed his help, and definitely not anyone with gorgeous blue puppy dog eyes and biceps bigger than Bucky's head, so he agrees.

So slowly, over the weeks and months that follow, they get to know each other. It doesn't take long for Bucky to realize that Steve isn't just a pretty face, and he's actually really smart and spirited and politically engaged, and they share a lot of the same opinions and interests. Then, Steve confesses he remembers Bucky from primary school back in Brooklyn, and Bucky is stunned, because golden boy Steve is little Stevie Rogers?? And of course, he starts to develops feelings for Steve in return. He doesn't yet know that Steve is bi, though (he's only ever seen Steve with girls, and gorgeous ones at that), so he keeps it to himself, and so does Steve. AKA idiots in love.

But they do start hanging out together more, also outside of campus, doing things like going to music concerts together (Bucky is stunned to find that Steve actually also loves the alternative bands Bucky is a fan off) and they become a sort of phenomenon on campus: jock Steve and emo nerd Bucky who for some incomprehensible reason suddenly became best pals. Fortunately, apart from some snide remarks from some of the other jocks like Rumlow and Rollins, everyone leaves them alone because they all adore Steve, and Steve is also the best football captain this college has seen in many long years.

And then one night (and please just indulge me in my American college stereotypes for a minute), Steve hears that one of Bucky's favourite horror movies is playing in the college drive-in movie theater, and he invites Bucky to come see it with him. They head there together in Steve's vintage car, and things start of like their friendship outings usually do, with lots of banter and animated conversations.

But then when the movie starts, it turns out that Steve is actually kind of a scaredy-cat when it comes to horror. So when the murderer suddenly pops up on screen, he shrieks and hides his face in Bucky's shoulder. Bucky automatically puts a protective arm around Steve, and then when Steve peeks his nose out again to see if the coast is clear, he can't help but notice how close their faces are. And when Bucky turns to him to ask if he's alright, he seems to notices the same thing and freezes. They stare at each other for a long moment before suddenly, Steve surges forward and kisses Bucky. Bucky makes a startled 'mmphh' kind of sound, so Steve quickly pulls back, already starting to apologize - but before he gets very far, Bucky launches himself at Steve and kisses him back with fervor.

They spend the rest of the movie making out in Steve's car, and from that moment onwards, they're inseparable not just as best friends, but as boyfriends. Steve comes out to his team and eventually the rest of the campus, and apart from the usual suspects, everyone is supportive, if a little surprised to say the least. And then Bucky starts wearing Steve's varsity jackets, and becomes the football team's new unofficial mascot, because whenever he kisses Steve good luck before a game, they absolutely smash the competition. Steve, for his part, encourages Bucky to join a band (he's been playing guitar for years but only in the privacy of his room, and later for Steve) and when he does, Steve goes to every concert to support him and whistle on his fingers to cheer him on...

I have a lot of feelings and thoughts about this, it seems 🥺

#stucky #stucky au #minnie answers

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Touching the Rainbow

After the rollercoaster that came with the first Life is Strange entry and the adventure across America that came with the second, I was interested to see how the next game would pan out with an empath in the lead. Though the developers behind True Colours were Deck Nine and not Dontnod, I went into this new title with excitement. Finally, I would get to play as someone that looked like me. Black hair. Brown eyes.

Better yet, they also had to contend with a gender-neutral name. Although, with Alex, hardly anyone ever assumes your gender like they do with mine. Growing up, it’s been hard to have people ask me why I have a ‘boy’s name.’

And while we may not have had the exact same experiences growing up, it was a relief to play a game through the lens of an Asian American (although I’m Asian Australian) trying to make their way through the world. Best of all, no high school drama! This time, Alex Chen is properly adult and trying to carve out her own little place is something I could immediately connect to. Even if Gabe and her never exchanged one word of Chinese.

Plus, Life is Strange: True Colours also saw the return of fan favourite Stephanie Gingrich. Who was I to turn away a music-loving and overall nerd considering it’s a label that I’ve also had to grow into as a mass consumer of video games and wannabe dungeon master for a non-existent Dungeons and Dragons campaign (it’s all right, Kyndaris…you can revive it after this lockdown is over)?

True Colours starts with Alex enduring one last session with therapist at the Helping Hands. After the death of her mother, her father abandoning the family and her brother ending up in juvenile detention, she has had to scrape by in the foster care system. For years she has endured the humiliation of never being picked for adoption. Over her life, she has run away countless times, couch surfing with friends, occasional lovers and simply looking for a way to survive in a world that’s far too loud. These are made especially clear in the text messages found on Alex’s phone.

Unlike the previous protagonists that were able to manipulate time or were granted telekinesis, Alex is initially portrayed with the curse of empathy – able to feel people’s negative emotions. So, it comes as no surprise that she shies away from people and can’t deal with crowds. The escape to Haven Springs to be with her estranged brother: Gabriel Chen feels like a fresh start in many ways.

The first chapter served as a great way to introduce all the characters and helped build up the bond with big brother Gabe. My Alex was eager to reconnect but also shy in the face of meeting new people. She was blunt and unafraid to speak what was on her mind: like calling Ryan a dork, while also being quick to sell Gabe out to give cute local mountain man a leg-up in their friendly rivalry.

Best of all, she could shred a broom guitar amongst the very best.

Though I entered True Colours with my heart set on Steph, I soon found myself enticed by Ryan’s charm. Perhaps Deck Nine was banking on Before the Storm nostalgia, but during that first playthrough, Alex barely had any interaction with Steph besides picking an album being played before scurrying away into a corner when the radio DJ stormed out of the record booth, on the phone about a LARP. It was Ryan that immediately noticed something was wrong and who sold me Gabe’s order that was on hold.

How could I not fall for the guy that had ordered a CD about bird calls?

Even on the journey up the mountain to find Ethan, Charlotte’s son and Gabe’s pseudo-stepson, Ryan was there. When Typhon detonated their explosion despite the fact that there were still four people within range of the blast, Ryan was there. And when Gabe was struck by a flying boulder and toppled over the edge, it was Ryan who made the hard call to cut the line lest Alex perish as well.

I wanted to hate Ryan for that, but in the second chapter, it was clear that the poor golden Labrador of a person was consumed by guilt and his own self-hatred. As he and Alex talked it out on the clifftop, I couldn’t condemn the poor sweet boy.

That was probably when I fell hard for Ryan Lucan, son of Jed (owner and proprietor of The Black Lantern, as well as local hero that had set Alex up out of the kindness in his heart) and mountain ranger. The Mounties will spot a goose grave from 100 paces indeed.

Chapter Two was also the one where I discovered I had a knack for solving the scripted emotional encounters set out in True Colours. Helping Steph as she reminisced about the good times that she shared with Gabe was cathartic in its own right. Plus, I got to goad her quite a bit before my inevitable loss in Foosball (it was also good that I could cut loose with a zinger and not immediately regret that it was the bad dialogue option. Honestly, have writers ever heard of sarcasm or just trying to mess with people?). These moments were great ways to explore Alex’s power as well as make her feel seen. Every time I denigrated my powers as a curse, the other characters would lift her up. That positivity was empowering because it helped cut through the negative chatter rather than forcing a worldview upon me. For that, I respect the writers behind the game.

One of the most hard-hitting questions I faced though was telling Riley about her grandmother’s memory problems. While I wanted to tell Riley the truth, I also realised that it was not my secret to tell. Eleanor would have to tell her granddaughter in time. For now, when she still had use of most of her faculties, it seemed better to abide by her wishes. Besides, I liked to think that just because I never told Riley in-game, it was a secret that would be revealed later when it was necessary by the characters. Haven Springs was such an inclusive town, with everyone looking out for each other, it was highly doubtful that Eleanor would be left out in the cold even if she was suffering from Alzheimer’s.

But it was in Chapter 3 that I really felt immersed in the world. After Ryan and Steph became a part of Alex’s Scooby gang (and summarily revealed that they only shared one braincell between the two of them), I went full-in on the LARP. Alex’s hesitance to either wear the dorky bard hat/ take her precious guitar out for a spin was one of the most relatable moments I’ve ever experienced in a game. Also, when she told both Ryan and Steph that their plan to seduce Diane, an employee of Typhon, needed additional work-shopping truly was a key highlight of the game. It was a stupid plan and I cannot believe that Alex had to use it to steal Diane’s USB stick.

Honestly, there needed to be an option to end up with BOTH Steph and Ryan.

And the fact that Ryan played all the enemy encounters! He was so cute as a snake, hissing and playing along with Ethan…quality future husband material right there. I just…my heart…

Beyond that, I also took immense joy in requesting Steph’s hand in marriage in exchange for one of the precious jewels Ethan and Alex were seeking on their LARP quest. Reading her thoughts and seeing the shimmer of gold around her was enough to know that I made the right choice in that regard.

Then, of course, there was the boss battle with Jed! As I already had the reveal of his treacherous colours revealed to me as I was reading through a few comments, I liked the use of foreshadowing that Chapter 3 bestowed. The king that had sent Thaynor and his bard friend (played by Alex) revealed himself to be the actual villain of the piece. I loved how Ethan’s enthusiasm for the game took hold and immediately swept Alex up into the fantasy of it all. The final battle, held in an abandoned castle truly felt epic.

This, unfortunately, was swiftly followed by another hard decision with Charlotte. As someone that has lost someone dear to them, seeing the depth of her pain and anger was frightening but understandable. Humans grieve. And occasionally, we blame others – no matter how unfair that blame might be. In the end, I could not take away Charlotte’s anger because it was a part of who she was and she needed to feel those emotions and accept them.

In fact, taking away anyone’s emotions did not sit right with me (although I had to do this with Pike. It was either that or sign an affidavit that would have forced Alex to drop her investigation into Typhon and THAT was something I simply could not do. Or, at least, viewed Alex would not do). They are what make us who we are. Over the years, I’ve been told many times that I shouldn’t be ‘angry’ or ‘sad’ or ‘miserable’ or ‘depressed.’ That, instead, I should try and be ‘happy.’ But how can one be happy without processing and acknowledging my other emotions? Nobody is positive all the time. To squash out my very valid feelings would only be detrimental to my health.

It’s okay to cry, sometimes. Heck, it might even be okay to cry most of the time when life’s pressures feel like they can be too much.

Maybe I just need a Ryan or Steph in my life. Or even an Alex that can help cheer me up when I’ve grown tired of trying to prop everyone else up.

Speaking of which, the fact that Alex serves as the negotiator between the bad blood between her brother and her father (in the past) is also something I could not help but draw comparisons to. Lockdown has been hard for everyone and my grandmother and mother seem unable to understand where the other is coming from. It’s been tiring trying to be the one to bridge their misunderstandings. Worse, it means that I sometimes can’t articulate my own frustrations without them staring at me as if I’ve grown three heads.

Alas, it seems I’ve gotten on quite a tangent.

Back to Chapter 4, which was one of the better chapters when it came to Alex dealing with the shit Ryan and Steph probably pull on her on a daily basis.

This was the chapter that also helped solidify who I wanted to romance. Ever since the first chapter, I wavered between Ryan and Steph. Did I pick Ryan, the good boy that would do anything for his friends as he thumped his tail on the carpet? Or would I go with Steph, the cool and confident nerd that I wished I could be? In the end, I went with Ryan. He was the one that I could see would have a fruitful future with Alex. He represented stability whereas I had the sense that Steph had only been in Haven Springs for a short time and was possibly looking for adventure in some place new (which was fine, but it made me wonder if they would forever remain in a relationship).

Everything was starting to look up, especially after the performance at the Harvest festival that Ryan and Steph had sprung on Alex (and which she would have totally killed them for) that the encounter with Pike left a bitter taste in my mouth. And when I went to Jed for comfort (being the father of my possible romance partner), I was surprised that he bloody shot Alex and left her for dead down a MINE SHAFT!

To be fair, if this was the real world, it was likely that Alex would be dead after such a fall. At the very least, she would have been severely injured and her glasses would have been completely useless. True Colours being a video game, her glasses remained ON HER FACE AND PRISTINE! Never once did she ever have to search for her glasses after she had survived a fall that was about fifty metres.

The game would like to convince me that it was all pure adrenaline…but that’s such utter nonsense. Nobody would have been able to dig her way back to the surface and then walk who knows how long to get back to town. But that confrontation with Jed and his sins was one of the best things a video game has ever gifted me with. In the end, I forgave the man (though I was still righteously furious that he had SHOT me Alex). And, to be frank, that forgiveness was probably what broke him after denying the loathing he had carried for twelve years.

It also hurt me that I had destroyed Ryan’s image of his father. After reading up on the myriad of ways the confrontation could go, I could understand why Ryan would be hesitant to believe anything bad about the man – even if it was from a girl that he had kissed the night before and had entered the local tavern with dried blood across her brow and sporting a mean limp. Even though I had everyone else in town sticking up for me, or advocated for my trustworthiness, I would have understood if Ryan had stepped back.

His father was everything to him. Hero, outstanding father and supportive parental figure. It’s hard to have everything you thought to be true shattered and it hurt my heart to see Ryan trying to grapple with the enormity of the allegations.

But trust Alex, he did. And I was immensely grateful for that support.

True Colours provided an excellent story and managed to carry it well until the end. If I hadn’t been spoiled of the twist, Jed’s betrayal would have probably cut more keenly than it had. He was a man that I had respected the moment Alex had first him. Much like his son, he was friendly and helpful. People make mistakes. His was a bad call that resulted in the loss of seven lives. But after so many years and after all the goodwill he had fostered, it didn’t seem right that I condemned him for the actions of so long ago (though I’ll still bear a grudge for the fact that HE SHOT ALEX!).

By the time I had my last conversation with Gabe’s ghost up on the rooftop, and the pretty picture he had painted of a life in Haven Springs, I was eager to take a break from the small town that had helped give Alex purpose, a home and the possibility of a future. It is my head-canon that my life in Haven, as described by Gabe, would be waiting for Alex after she had returned adventuring across the wider globe.

After all, who needs to settle down at just the tender age of 21? Certainly not my Alex, who was still trying to sort out a few things, but who had also discovered a talent for music and helping others. Haven Springs was to be her home. And gosh darn it, where can I find a nice place like Haven Springs with a himbo to call my own?

Still, even though the game never had Alex or Gabe or their parents speak Chinese, I liked the elements of their culture sprinkled throughout the game. The shrine dedicated to Gabe with incense and oranges to the cookie tin that was filled with sewing needles and thread (the truest East Asian experience as long as that cookie tin said Danish butter cookies). And I’m fine with that. Why, I hear you ask? Because throwing in a few random Chinese words would not have added much to the game’s narrative. And though I felt it strange that Alex’s race was hardly ever raised, this was a theme that was already explored in Life is Strange 2.

As for the DLC, Wavelengths…hoo boy, let me tell you of all the trouble I went through just to play a short few hours of downloadable content!

It should come as no surprise that Stephanie Gingrich was one of my favourite characters from Before the Storm. As I’ve stated previously, I liked her confidence and that she could so effortlessly lean into her passions – whether that was being a GM or her taste in indie music. So, getting to play a side story as she navigated her first year in Haven Springs was a great way to learn more about her character.

From the start of the DLC, it was clear that she might have bitten off more than she could chew when she agreed to get interviewed for the gig at the local radio station. But she aced that interview with aplomb (and gosh, I wish I could emulate that on even my best days) and was finding her way around a switchboard and all the gear that had been left behind.

While Wavelengths doesn’t rise to the heights of the narrative found in True Colours, it was a great character study for a fan favourite. During my time with it, I liked learning about the woman that I had first met in Arcadia Bay and then discovered anew in Haven Springs. Just like with Before the Storm, I got to see more facets of her character that were barely touched upon – such as the trauma of the deaths of Chloe and Rachel (I saved the Bay) coupled with the crimes of Mr Jefferson. I even got to see more of her flirtatious side, and dictate it a little, with my interactions with Fiona (who later came out as trans and was thinking of changing their name to Quentin) and Vi, a biker chick, who I had swiped right for on a whim.

Then there was the return of Mikey. The few games that she played with her old friend were a great way to harken back to when players got to first meet Steph and it was nice to see a familiar face.

Beyond that, the nods to Critical Role, something else I have a great passion for (there’s a whole history behind me watching a group of nerdy ass voice actors sit around and play Dungeons and Dragons and it all begins with Felicia Day and The Guild), were a great highlight. Keg and Reani being dating options I could swipe right for were excellent nods, considering both of them slept with Beauregard.

Unfortunate, indeed, that I didn’t notice a Beauregard or Yasha option. I need more disaster lesbians in my life!

Still, I am eagerly awaiting the release of The Legend of Vox Machina on Amazon and, at time of writing, am also impatiently anticipating Campaign 3. I can’t wait to see what Matthew Mercer and the rest of the gang will bring to the table.

Overall, my time with True Colours and its Steph-centric DLC Wavelengths, were excellent additions to the stable of Life is Strange games. In fact, they might be one of my favourites out of the whole series. I fell in love with ALL of the characters and there was something refreshing with the fact that the main protagonist wasn’t in high school and trying to protect someone else. This was a game that wasn’t afraid of asking hard-hitting questions that weren’t all about death or impending disaster. That levity, perhaps, is why I think the game shines so much for me given everything that the world has endured these last couple years. Here’s hoping that Deck Nine or Dontnod continue in this vein and keep pumping out these weirdly wonderful games that have curated such a loyal fan following.

Also, if Jane Douglas and Luke Westaway (from Outside Xbox and Outside Xtra, respectively) could discuss this latest entry, my bingo trifecta would be complete.

#video game #life is strange #life is strange: true colors #steph x alex x ryan #wavelengths dlc #critical role

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