#we’re playing the game of life and being better is the only clear way through

[itslucyhenley]

the creators of Ted Lasso really said we’re going to make a football show using every rom-com trope and beat not about an actual romantic pairing but rather to tell a story about grown ups becoming better people through love, openness, mutual support, and therapy.

[water-to-drink]

Be a Gladiolus in a Field of Belladonnas pt6

Encased In Ice

(Summary): After your sudden alliance with the fatui, it seems your plans of vengeance are possible

Part 1 Last Part Next Part

✧ Masterlist ✧

(Characters): Childe, traveler!Lumine, abyss prince!Aether, Paimon, Pulcinella, Capitano, Dottore, Pierro, Sandrone, Pantalone, The Tsarita, (the others are there they just aren’t mentioned), ??? & ???

(Warnings): Not beta read

(A/n): This took way longer than expected (writer’s block is a bitch), but it’s here. Now that I know where I want this fanfic to go hopefully y’all like what I have planned

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“DAMNIT!!!!”

The shrill voice was accompanied by the sound of a gold chalice being slammed on the marble floor

“What do you mean, there’s been no sight of them?!” Your doppelganger asked the cowering soldiers

“We’re sorry your Grace. We’ve combed through every corner and still there hasn’t been sight of them!” A nameless soldier spoke

“It’s only been a few weeks, they must be hiding somewhere!”

“We’re trying to find the imposter as best as we can-”

“Then try harder! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!!!” The almost animalistic shriek sent the soldiers scurrying out of the room like rats

The doppelganger drags their hands across their face, revealing the dark circles that started to appear due to lack of sleep caused by anxiety

“Fuck, they’re probably assembling an army. And they’re gonna come after me and take my head like I almost took theirs….” The doppelganger grab chunks of their hair and begin to pull in an attempt to alleviate their growing panic. “Uhh? Yeah, you’re right. We just need to find them before their army can go against me. We have 6 nations and their archons under our thumb. There’s no way they can face us.” The doppelganger releases the grip on their hair. “I don’t know I would do without you…”

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The trip wasn’t that bad, the only part that you didn’t care for was trying to get Aether and Childe not to kill each other. Other than that, everything’s been alright. The crew treated you nicely, you introduced them to some card games from your world and played some of them on the regular to keep occupied

And before you knew it you reached the shore of the snowy nation, Snezhnaya. A familiar man with a short stature and tall hat waved as you walked onto the dock

“Your Grace, I’m glad you arrived to outr beauty nation safely. Though I wish it was under better circumstances.” Pulcinella said

“I’m just happy that you even allow me here, it’s nice not having to worry about being hunted down.”

“I do hope you find respite in our country, your Grace.” The elderly man turned his head toward Lumine. “I see you brought… the traveler.”

“She was the first one to help me evade capture and saved my life multiple times. Without her I wouldn’t be talking to you right now and I won’t stand for any of your subordinates to harm her or her Paimon in anyway, am I clear with that?”

“Y-yes, let me lead the way, your Grace.”

The harbinger began walking and you and your party soon follow him

“Woo, you gave Paimon a scare back there! It’s almost like you were a completely different person!”

“I have to agree with her, you looked like a sergeant giving orders to new recruits.” Childe leaned in and whispered. “This might be the only time I’ve seen him scared like this!”

Pulcinella lead you to the gate of Zapolyarny Palace. The inside looked absolutely beautiful. You walked down icy blue halls that seemed to be made of ice. The walls had intricate patterns painted onto them, a wall even a mural that was too far away to decipher them. The elderly man opened two big doors and held his head high

“Behold! The Divine Creator of Teyvat!” Pulcinella announced

All of the 8 attendees stood up and watched as you entered the room. Your eyes fixed onto the person in the center

A woman stood proud, a silver crown sat on top of icy blonde hair with light blue tips framing a pale face. Her eyes were a piercing blue and looked colder than the frigid weather outside.

The cryo archon. The Tsarita herself before you

“It is an honor to be blessed by your divine presence, your Grace.” She greeted as she and the other harbingers bowed

“There’s no need for the formalities, I’m grateful that you’re all helping me. But my double doesn’t know that I’m here, I wouldn’t want to put any of you in danger.”

“Only a select few know that you are here, your Grace. We can’t risk your safety by having knowledge of your whereabouts get leaked.” Capitano explained

“We’re already working on a plan to defeat the true imposter and as we this carry out, you can stay in palace for as long as you need.” Pierro said

“Thank you, but I request something else from you.”

“Anything, just say it and we will make come into fruition.” The Tsarita promised

“I need to take part in this plan.” The Harbingers shared glances at each other unsure of what to say. “I can’t sit around knowing that my doppelganger is out there, abusing their power and making the lives of people worse.” You put your hand on your chest. “So I request that you would lend me your resources, because I want to be the one to take my doppelganger off of the throne!”

As your voice bounced off the cold walls the Harbingers all looked at you in horror

“Your Grace, we can’t let you do that in good faith. Your powers aren’t the same as they were when you last walked Teyvat.” Sandrone pleaded

“I know, but Childe told me that you have stones that are the supposed remains of the Creator.”

“We do, but we don’t know if your human form would be able to utilize the effects of these gems and not reject it completely.” Dottore tried to reason

“Bring the gem in.”

The Harbingers turned their heads towards the Tsarita. All wanting to object but can’t bring themselves to do so

“Alright… your majesty.” Pulcinella said as he tried to stead his voice. “You heard her majesty, bring the holy stone in.” He said to an attendant guarding the door

Said attendant rushed out of the room and soon came back into the room with another attendant carting in a glass case containing a glowing stone.

Once the cart was in front of you, you admired the gem. Seeing it on a screen is one thing but seeing it glow with your own two eyes, it truly looked it was something holy

“Uh you know don’t have to do this, you might get hurt really badly.” Paimon pleaded

“She’s right, we can find another way to get your hold powers back.” Lumine suggested

“Your Grace, that is one thing I agree with them on. We nor you don’t know what would happen if you touch that stone.” Aether was the last one to urge you against this idea

For a second you thought maybe it was a bad idea to connect with it, but you had to do what needs to be done

“As I said, I’m a hell of a lot more resilient than I look.” You gave the Harbingers and the twins the most reassuring smile you could muster

You turned your attention back to the gem and mentally prepared yourself. You finally expended your hand and touched the Primogem

A flash of light enveloped you and…

Nothing happened

You looked around the room to see if anything was out of place, except for the gem being gone

“D-did the Primogem vanish?” You asked mainly to yourself

“It looked as if it had fused with you.” Aether replied

“How do you feel, is there anything out of usual?” Lumine asked

“Not that different. If the rock didn’t fuse with me I would’ve assumed it didn’t work.”

“It appears to be that these ‘Primogems’ have a lot less power than what we originally believed.” Pantalone muttered to himself

“If that’s the case, then I’ll put an order on searching these gems.” The Tsarita declared

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Things at the Grand Narukami Shrine have been… tense, to say the least

Everyone is so agitated at the news of an imposter still loose somewhere. It really isn’t a desirable environment to read light novels. But the Guuji is having much more fun listening to the shrine maidens expressing their concerns about the possibility of said impostor in their humble nation

“I’m just saying, where else would that rat go than here!” The shrine maiden Nana said

“It would be very foolish on their part, the Shogun and her army would immediately drive them out!” Hotomi scoffed

“Enough of that nonsense.”

The two shrine maiden turned towards the sound of the voice and saw the Shogun walking into view

“Al-almighty Shogun, we’re honored that you visited us, is there anything we can do for you!” Hotomi stammered through

“Leave, and tell everyone you see here to do the same.” The purple haired woman said

The two women run towards the stairs scared of the wrath they might face if they stall any longer

Once seeing that the shrine was truly empty the Shogun turned towards the youkai, who was enjoying her tea

“My, my, that was a little harsh to scare them away like that.” The Kitsune mused while standing up from her seat. “Seeing you here, I would assume you have something important to tell me.”

The head shrine maiden walked towards the taller woman

“So what do you have to tell me, puppet?”

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[weirdducky17]

Doing a small review for June’s Observation Log on The Ssum by Cheritz!!

Please note that:

• I have not played Teo or Harry’s routes yet, June was my first ever match and plan to stick with him!!

• I am an extremely new player (only on Day 3 on him so far whilst writing this post) so please be aware that I don’t know much on how the routes go.

Onto the review!!!

June’s introduction:

When I got June as my match, I was unsure at first cause I usually don’t go for the first choice but said ‘why not?’ cause you never know with a character that was recommended to what you like! To be honest, I’m pleasantly surprised that I’m enjoying him so far!

Him being introduced as a person who’s been waiting for almost 2 years for their match, it’s enough to intrigue you as to why he’s been on this app for so long! Also having the description that he has a lot of secrets makes you curious to dive into what he’s been hiding from us.

June as a Character:

Personally, I love June’s personality. Always so polite and respectful yet also having that braveness when it comes to dealing with his mom, he’s such a baby boy 🥺

His excitement is conveyed extremely well through his texts, very expressive and carrying out that he’s high on this new relationship that has potential, it’s clear that he’s looking forward to a better relationship than his old one with his ex. His voice actor does an amazing job at voicing June, making him soft spoken and sincere in every word, keep up the amazing work!!

I also love the small bits at the bottom of the chat that give the small indications of his mannerisms when we’re waiting for a response from him, I thought that was a neat and cute way to show how much thought is put into the character!

Character Mysteries:

I’ve been wanting to look into more on June’s family background as he tends to brush off his mom cause it’s apparently very interesting so far, figuring out that Carolyn is Jumin’s mom as well which makes Jumin and June half-brothers!! A connection I never expected to say the least but it spices up the characters and ties into Mystic Messenger which gives the clue that we’re definitely from the same universe.

Also June’s biological dad not being supported by Carolyn? I wonder why he’s not more concerned about his dad but I’m guessing it’s cause he hasn’t been around much for June to get a close connection with to get a more expressive reaction when we talk about his dad.

Carolyn is also a mystery in of itself as she’s the only parental figure in his life and basically his caretaker, his life revolves around her but it also makes it relatable for me because of June’s experience with having an overbearing parent (which is borderlining on abuse) which has me worried for him :(

My overall thoughts:

I love June and I love his character so much, thank you @cheritzteam for making this special Ssum-one! He is a nice introduction to the game and would highly recommend picking him as your first ever route if people ever see this post lol. Thank you for reading this review and again, thank you for making June!!

[yukidragon]

Heeeey YukiDragon!

Big fan; been low-key tearing through your SDJ headcanons and making notes for a fic that I'm somehow 25K deep in after only a few days....

Anyway, wanted to ask: what do YOU think the sun in the corner of the screen when you play SJD indicates? Because *I* have thoughts...but I also wanted to pick your brain 👀

Apologies if you've already been asked this! 😅

I’m really glad you like my headcanons and that I could be helpful for your fic!

I haven’t been asked about this actually, and I happen to have a few thoughts and screenshots I’d like to share!

This took me a couple tries to capture the full title screen before the “start” button appears. I did it to get see more of the children’s drawing of the ‘84 incident where Jack died. The crying of Jack, the children, and the X eyes make it pretty clear that’s what’s being depicted.

You’ll notice in the corner that the sun with the red, yellow, and blue swirls is obscured by a crinkled cloud, and three primary colors are awash in a layer of bloody red. This affects the border around the game as well.

We get to see this cloudy sun more clearly once we start the game... while Jack is talking to his sunshine for the first time.

There’s a cloud obscuring the sun, and all the colors are washed out in an unpleasant shade of gray. The border similarly is washed out. Curiously the text box is normal and vividly colored.

Then, when we jump ahead to MC’s monologue that takes place after they’ve started living with Jack and accepted him as a part of everyday life, the colors are vibrant all around. There’s no cloud blocking the sun. The corner icon remains like this for the rest of the game regardless of choices, including in the mini story with Ian at the end.

I want to show all three versions of this icon up close and side by side so you can see the difference better for yourselves.

I think the symbolism is pretty obvious here. The cloud and unpleasant colors muting the bright and cheerful colors that represent Sunny Day Jack... I imagine this is going to be an indication of when the relationship with Jack is deteriorating... or perhaps his mind.

I honestly hadn’t noticed this detail until someone pointed it out in this post, then I searched for every instance where this might change. I would’ve assumed that we might see it cloudy again in the “no” route, but it was still the sunny version there too.

What I suspect is that the user interface we see during the game is going to be affected by the route we’re on and the choices we make, specifically when it comes to our relationship with Jack and how it affects his state of mind. When everything is positive and MC’s feelings towards Jack are favorable, it’ll be sunny and colorful. When it’s negative... that’s when the cloud comes in and the colors are muted.

I suspect that when things start going this negative route, the interface in the text box is going to change as well. We might see dingier colors, stains, or even tears in the paper. After all, we’re given crinkly paper textures and folded up stickers in the regular interface. The cloud over the sun is especially crinkly. We might get more font changes as well besides just red text.

In this way, the game user interface is doing some storytelling here, likely giving us a hint of Jack’s state of mind. He is solidly in the mindset of Sunny Day Jack, who is all colorful, cheerful, and even child friendly.

Starting to lose his sunshine... that’s going to make Jack start to degrade, I think. His grasp on reality and his sunshine’s love is slipping. He is at risk of being forgotten in that cold, sleepless static hell where God had abandoned him...

I think that as Jack’s sanity starts slipping, that’s when the framing is going to be darker, more unsettling. Jack has the potential to be our foe after all, and he’s certainly a yandere considering what he does to Nick no matter what choices we make in the demo...

If I was to make a guess about what these mean currently... The red version with the cloud is the harshest of them all. It could, in a very real sense, represent Jack while he’s trapped in hell, reliving his gruesome death over and over again. He can’t leave it until MC plays the tape... or we start the game.

Then things change for Jack. He’s not reliving his death, he’s interacting with someone. He’s still wounded, as evidenced by the dimmed colors and the cloud obscuring his sun. MC doesn’t care for him yet because they don’t know him yet. However, by contrast the text interface is colored cheerfully, almost welcoming. The presence of someone interrupting his hell and reaching out to him gives him hope.

Then finally... everything is bright. MC wants Jack around no matter the route. They want him in their life to be their friend, or maybe more. They make him feel love, which of course makes him feel happy. He loves them. He’s free. He’s warm and basking in their happy light. Everything will be wonderfully sunny... as long as no one takes his sunshine away.

What’s interesting too is that by showing that the game’s interface is malleable in this way... it might hint that Jack could be a character who breaks the 4th wall and addresses the player directly at some point. After all, we’re the ones that start the game and let him live again. We’re supporting him and the game being made in the first place. It could even be more confusing to him why we would pick the “no” option when we’re literally playing the game for his company and love.

Personally, I think this is just a meta touch for us as players. It’s much too soon to jump to the conclusion that Jack is a 4th wall breaking entity like Monika from Doki Doki Literature Club, Flowey from Undertale, or other games like that where the characters address the player directly. We haven’t gotten any real hints that he’s interested in us, the player, rather than the MC we’re guiding through the story. MC does have their own personality after all, and a pretty strong one.

Still... it would make sense why Jack can read MC’s thoughts if he was a 4th wall breaker. After all... he could just be reading their narration right alongside us.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur  

[jackienautism]

saw someone call re3make jill valentine a brat and i havent been the same since

(rant under cut. was just gonna rant in the tags but i reached the limit LOL)

take everything i say w/ a grain of salt. since i havent played the og re3 nemesis or re5 andits been a while since i played the remake. i just finished playing re1 though

ANYWHO. this person basically said smth along the lines of. old game jill was noble and kind yet still human. while remake jill ws just a bitter bitch w/ a shit personality. [jill voice] ARE YOU KIDDING ME? ARE YOU /FUCKING/ KIDDING ME?

LIKE. i dont know what goddamn gamesw e played but jill in re1? her personalitu is nonexistent!!!!! maybe its the misogynistic tendencies of the game maybe its the subpar voice acting and writing thats throwing me off BUT. i reaaaaaally dont think there's anything special that stands out abt re1 jill

i get theyre probably just bitter over them remaking a beloved old game or w=fuucking whatever but GOD@!!!!!!! sorry tht jill was rightfully being a little bitter bitch towards a group thats been making her life hell for th past who knows how many months! ILIKE. jill didnt watch almost all her friends and colleagues DIE and get betrayed TWICE in re1 JUST to act friendly towards anything associated with umbrella. yeah ofc barry def made up for it after doing what he did w/ wesker but GOD tyou think jill is going to easily trust anyone aftee that whole debacle? ESPECIALLY it being between 2 STARS members? aka people she THOUGHT she could trust without any afterthoughts? NO!

hr acting like an asshole makes sense for the trauma she experienced in re1 AND what she went through prior to re3! umbrella has purpoisely been making her paranoid due to the information she has and investgations shes been conducting iirc…. and they even make a whole ass bioweapon to track her down and kill her LOL I DONT THINK SHES GONNA BE VERY FRIENDLY WITH UBCS….. LIKE BE FOR REAL DOG an d also carlos' unnecessary dcomments and advances towards jill that she made VERY CLEAR were unwanted and uncomfortable? she has every right to be mean and retaliate

like. i think jill had every right to be a 'bitter brat' towards these people LMAO and even despite ALL THAT.... sjhe STILL decides to stick with the group and work with them…. because why? THE SAKE OF THE TRUTH GETTING OTU IS AT STAKEq!!!!!!!! at this point. jill def couldnt give LESS of a shit abt her own life. hell. look at how shes been living for the past few months! what matters is the whistle FINALLY getting blown on umbrella.... adn thats what she displays by working with UBCS! aka a group she has ZERO trust in! she shows how much she CARES..... albeit in the mosr destructive way but. this talk about lack of nobility and sense of justice is such bullshit LOL

and the funny thing is? SBE WAS RIGHT TO NOT TRUST THEM..... THEIOR MISSION WAS TO KILL DR BARD AKA THE ONLY PERSON IIRC WHO HAD AN ANTIDOTE TO THE VIRUS..... jill jhas MORE than enough reason to act wikth abhorrence when it comes to UBCS, so yeah, MAYBE its a bit frustrating rto wtahc the way she acts but FUCK does it make SOO MUCH SENSE.... she didnt go through + hasnt been going throughALL THAT just to be brushed off as unreasonably bitter

like yeah thr whole kindness thing was thrown out the window but sometimes.... that's what happens when you're put through a bunch of garbage out of your control...... it HARDENS you it WEARS YOU DOWN....... and jill experiencing this pipeline fits w/ all the bullshit she lived through

and just saying but it would’ve been Looooooads better and funnier if jill remained a little bitch for the entirety of the game. like. it’s just ? more in character for her, esp for what little character / context we’re given at the VERY beginning. her remaining snarky and shit would’ve made more sense… especially considering her situation AND how we’re meant to perceive her… she doesn’t seem like someone who’d just throw away her initial (CORRECT, BTW) opinion / instinct all because of one (1) save from some dude… it just doesn’t make sense

any normal human being would’ve acted the way jill did towards them?????? like? especially after reading about and only IMAGINING the intense and awful shit she must’ve been subjected to both while in and out of stars. i’m SORRY but one gesture (even if it WERE saving her life) from some random guy i just met isn’t going to magically erase all the trauma i faced from umbrella themselves???? like UGH god fucking hell. i understand that you can only make something such as a video game so long or so short but come ON man!!!!!! if you SERIOUSLY want to include this sort of development in a game like resident evil, ever heard of this thing called good pacing? FNSHCJSKKFS like??????? even within game this all would have occurred under 24 maybe even under 12 hours???????? it’s just. in no way in under ANY circumstances is this sort of change of opinion realistic! esp not for jill and what she’s had to go through! like [jill voice] BITCH your corporate overlords have been making my life HELL for the past who knows how long! i may be fine with Carlos the Person, but i am NOT fine with Carlos in UBCS. and until that title is separated from your name, i will Not be associating with you outside of this mission!

like it makes sense that jill would so quickly comply bc 1. her life is in danger and sticking w these guys may increase her survival thus getting the truth That Much Closer to exposure and 2. her cooperation may help tons of lives… and of course she’s not going to turn away from saving others. soooo. and just to clarify, jill’s own life is obv the LEAST of her concerns here. like. the only reason why she’d prob want to stay alive is bc. she has all this dirt on umbrella! dirt that NEEDS to reach the light of day! that’s prob one of the ONLY reasons why she hasn’t given up completely, the information that ONLY she has and so it HAS to make it to the people!!!!! if it’s Huge and Important enough for umbrella to create a whole ass fucking buffed BIOWEAPON bitch to hunt down the remaining stars members? yeah. i have a feeling it’s incredibly important for the world to know

and just. in a writing sense? i think it would’ve been much more entertaining if jill kept that act up until like idk they realized that hm. i don’t think i wanna be associated w these bitches (umbrella) anymore. regardless, on the other hand, i still can def see jill’s demeanor softening as the game progresses (esp after she bonds w the people themselves and NOT the platoon members. and after they help each other out) but like overall? i just. i can’t see her letting her guard down that easily! it just isn’t fucking right! or realistic! it’s a bunch of bullshit actually!

AND ITS ONLY WITH THE GIRLS TOO..... GIRLS CAN NOT ACT IN RESPONSE TO THEIR LIFE AND BRAIN ALTERING TRAUMA WKITHOUT BEING DEEMED AS ABUSIVE OR BITTER OR A BITCH..... THE SAME FUCKING THIGN HAPPENED TO THE FANDOM'S PERCEPTION OF MIA IN RE8 LMAO......

i WANT more girls to be bitter! to be upset! to be assholes! to be nasty! to be little shits! whether justified or not! i WANT more girls to be different from the cookie cutter safe depictions everyone EXPECTS a women to be! and don't get me wrong resident evil is FAR from accomplishing this goal LMAO i just believe jill is and COULDVE been such a great example

this went all over the place (i copy and pasted another note of mine discussing the topic while also adding new thoughts) but in conclusion: let jill valentine be a little bitch. there's nothing wrong w/ her being a little bitch. i ENCOURAGE her to be a little bitch. it makes sense for her character and what she's gone through, and while criticizing her demeanor is valid, taking her behavior out of (very much needed) context isn't ok or right. and sayinf that she lost all her nobility and sense of justice is just straight up wrong. jill did everything she did in the re3make BECAUSE she cared more for the lives of others, her own personal feelings clearly meant nothing, seeing how she still helped UBCS out despite her inital harsh reaction to them.

[cloudninetonine]

I like to image a scenario with a Last of Us Reader. I don’t know if you played the game but the series is coming out and I’m so hyped! I love everything about the game: the world, monsters, story, Joel and Ellie, and the graphics! It’s a overall amazing game so you know I’m watching the series.

Anyways, I can see them being transported when they are about to die. Like being cornered with no escape. Slight warning: mention of suicide (but never acted on)

We were trapped. The whole area was filled with runners with three clickers. It was supposed to be an easy supply run. But once the shelves fell from all the weight of the cans, it created a loud noise that attracted every zombie in the area. The exit was blocked by those things. But your group really needed these supplies or else you’ll all starve.

“What are we going to do?”

“There’s too many of them to take on!” “But we need these supplies, there’s no other area that has this much food.”

“We’re gonna die!”

“enough”

The group looked towards Reader. They kept peeking outside to make sure that the zombies weren’t alerted by their arguing.

“Shut up or else they’ll notice us.”

“Well, what are we gonna do?”

There was only one option but you dreaded doing it. “I’ll make a distraction while you guys make a run for it once the coast is clear. Make sure everyone gets out alive and no one—“

“NO! We can’t leave each other. We promised never to abandon anyone.”

“Well, I wasn’t asking. I’m telling! You guys are gonna stay put until the coast is clear. I won’t have these supplies wasted. Do I make myself clear?”

Everyone nods sadly. Another member was gonna be killed and there is no way of stopping it. You noticed everyone change in mood so you spoke softly.

“It’s okay. I’ll catch up with you guys. So, don’t wait for me!” Even though you were smiling, it took every part of you not to break out crying. No one said anything about the wobbly smile you gave them. It was better not to see it before they start crying.

‘Ok, here goes nothing. 3, 2, 1’

“HEY, FREAKS! HERE I AM!”

Almost every zombie turned in your direction. You fired some shots at some of the runners before you started sprinting for your life. As you ran, you heard those horrifying screeched before they all started running towards you. Even as you ran, those screeched sounded so close that you were afraid that they that they were right behind you and had a chance to grab you. Once they did, they would tear through your body and eat your organs ruthlessly. But you’ll be damned if they let that happen. Once you reached a certain distance, you fired at some of the zombies but your aim became unsteady from all you fear. Some hit while others missed. As you started to get tired from sprinting, those abominations continued forward, almost wanting you to see the chances of you surviving was near impossible. As you started to look for some possible exit, you saw a room around the corner. Taking it as the best possible area, you started sprinting toward the door. Once near, you slammed the door and barricaded the door with anything you could find. A steel bar ensured the door wouldn’t open but you didn’t know whether it could handle the amount of zombies outside. They were relentlessly banging on the door so much that the hinges started to shake.

To add to your already bad situation, you enter red a storage closet that had no exits. You were trapped. The doors started to give way and arms had broken through the door. As the screeched continued to get wilder, the more fear you felt. You had no where to go and you didn’t want to be eaten alive. Your gun glistened as if it was your own quest. The metal had shown with the limited light that broke from the cracks. They checked your ammo and realized there was one left. The more you looked toward the breaking door, the more the gun felt tempting.

‘Breath, it’s ok. After this, there won’t be anymore pain. If anything, I’ll see my family again. It’s just takes a second’

With you shaky hand, the gun was raised to the side of your head. The volume of the zombies increased and you started to back up against the wall. Just a second and it’ll be all over. As you reached the wall, you expected to feel the rough texture on you back. But it felt nonexistent. You fell back and saw a black force encase you fully. Everything turned to black.

Before you know it, you were rolling down a hill. Everything became overwhelming that you almost didn’t feel the pain. But the more you rolled, your body started to hurt from the endless rocks. You stopped once you rammed into a huge tree. Everything felt blurry and soon black dots filled your vision. You heard cries of worry as they ran to reach you. “Hyrule, we need —-. They’re——too——ood.”

“Damn, —-took quite a——-.

“Not the time.——dying.”

“We need——-camp. We can———-of them there.”

‘What the…’

Everything went black.

(This is my first long story so I hope you enjoy. Even though it might not be that good, I’m pretty happy with it. I’m not sure how to continue this so anyone can work from here. I don’t mind and I’ll honestly look forward to what anyone can came make out of it. But I’m glad this turned out decent so thank you for reading it. I look forward towards your updates and I love your work! Bye)

FOX YOUR STORY WAS AMAZING AND I FUCKING LOVED IT-

As someone who was a huge fan of the Last of Us it warms my soul to see it.

Also, imagine the Chain come across something like a clicker- OR A BLOATER!

[myloveforhergoeson]

His Girl Friday - Scene 1

Throughout his entire life, James had spent a lot of time doing his best to live up to the expectations of others, so much so that becoming someone else almost came second nature. From being his mother’s perfect son to the Mountain Aire High hockey team’s perfect right defense, the perfect homecoming king, and the most popular guy in school, he executed his roles flawlessly. So, why, he thought, as he sat inside the entryway of Duluth’s Paramount Theater, why am I so nervous for this pop star audition?

He had already had a hell of a day, being chased by the girl’s field hockey team for turning the sprinklers on during their practice, practically stealing Mrs. Magacowski’s car in order to drive to the audition when Kendall’s mom was too busy, then slipping and falling on the snow outside despite his years of perfecting stability on the ice… Everything that had led up to this moment felt like a bad omen, an omen that knotted his stomach as he wrung his shaking hands together, running through the lyrics of the song he had chosen to audition with again and again. 

After bumbling into the theater with minutes to spare before the auditions ended, and legendary producer Gustavo Rocque made his way back to Hollywood, James and his closest friends had managed to secure the last four spots of the day. 

He was touched that Kendall, Logan, and Carlos wanted to audition in solidarity but didn’t know how to express this to them. They were always doing things like that for him, running for dance court, auditioning for the school musical, and giving up precious time of their own, all so he wouldn’t feel alone and unsupported in his decisions. 

I’m lucky to have them, James reminded himself, and even if they’ve landed supporting roles in musicals before, there’s no way they’re better than me. 

Logan, audition number 810, had been the first of the four to go, leaving Carlos, James, and Kendall to their own devices as they waited in the lobby for him to return. 

This was when, of all the other teenagers pouting, sobbing, shaking with their heads in their hands as they made their way out into the cold Minnesota night, James noticed one person in the room doing her best to wipe a shit-eating grin right off her face. 

Who could look that happy after an audition with Gustavo Rocque?

Knot growing inside his stomach, James immediately sized the girl - beautiful as he thought she was - up as his competition, watching as she took a small lap around the lobby, clutching what looked to be a black, leatherbound notebook to her chest. It seemed as though she were searching for something, but what it may have been was unclear. 

That was until she noticed Logan rush quickly back into the room from the auditorium where the auditions were being held and she seemed to lock into him, the same way he would lock onto a hockey puck during a game. Unrelenting gaze, mixed with clear focus and determination… There was no question this mystery girl was on a mission.

James took note of this, still playing his audition song over in his head, as she carefully watched his friend exit the theater, following Logan’s every move as he climbed back into the plastic chair beside Carlos, rocking back and forth as he muttered something almost incomprehensible about the famous producer. 

Eagle eyes catching the slightest shift in the girl’s pace from the corner of his vision, James watched as her eyes softened, and then he just as easily glanced away as her gaze slid over each of his friends. Maybe she was studying them, She obviously thinks we’re irresistible, and once she slung one of the straps of her mini backpack off her shoulder and dug around the pouch for a few seconds, she pulled out a small pack of multi-colored tissues. 

With a deep breath, the girl seemed to muster up a bit of courage before placing one foot in front of the other, carrying herself with her head held high as she crossed the room - only interrupted by Kelly Wainwright, Gustavo’s talent scout, calling out for number 811: Carlos. 

Cutting her clean off, Carlos managed to run into the auditorium with no problem, though it seemed to shake the girl a bit before she continued onward toward Logan. 

“Hey, take a couple of tissues. Mr. Rocque is out of control, so try not to take his words to heart.”

Sure, she had been speaking to Logan, but the minute her words reached James’ ears, he found himself wishing she was speaking to him. Clear, confident, commanding.

With a voice like that, no wonder she walked out of there so happy…

She was closer now, so close that the sweet floral smell of her perfume radiated off of her… James said a small prayer that it wasn’t one of his mother’s many, many concoctions.

To his right, Kendall nudged him in the ribs, eyes flickering between himself and the girl, waggling his bushy eyebrows. To his left, Logan seemed just about as caught off guard as James was, immediately stopping his sniffling at the sound of the newcomer’s voice, trying to act as if he hadn’t been crying from the producer’s harsh words at all. Graciously, the boy accepted her offer, smiling a bit as he said, “Thanks, it means a lot…”

There was a brief moment of awkward silence; She looked as if she wanted to say something, but was struggling to find the words. 

No way she’s hitting on him… Not when I’m right here…

“I’m Logan Mitchell,” His friend introduced, before turning and gesturing towards the other two sitting beside him, “And these are my friends, James Diamond and Kendall Knight, and the guy inside, probably getting crushed by Gustavo, is Carlos Garcia.”

Introducing them, last names and all, set off the alarm bells in James’ brain, which he did his very best to ignore as he gave the girl a small wave of greeting despite the noticeable tremor racking his body. He would’ve said something, anything, had he not felt a lump collecting in the middle of his throat. The Diamond’s had quite the reputation in the Midwest, and though he would never admit it out loud, James loathed the baggage he carried along through their family name. 

To his surprise, she didn’t seem to have any reaction to it - Diamond isn’t that common of a last name… is it? - as she reached out to shake Logan’s hand. 

“I was just in before you. I’m Roxanne Somerset.” She plainly stated, as if it were an uninteresting fact, before digging into what she had really wanted to tell them. “And Gustavo is desperate to find someone, so you two do your best okay?”

It took James a second to realize Roxanne was talking directly to himself and Kendall before she continued, “You can’t let him intimidate you. As I walked out of my audition, I heard him telling his assistant that if they don’t bring someone home tonight, they’re fired.”

She can’t be saying that to be nice. 

Before he was able to analyze her statement anymore, a reverberated fart noise echoed off the walls of the theater, causing Roxanne to look up and cock her head.

He let his eyes trace the outline of her face as her hair fell to the side. 

“Do you go to Mountain Aire?” Logan asked her, cutting the noise off as Carlos came racing back to his seat, giggling loud enough to disrupt the chatter from other auditionees in the lobby. Without skipping a beat, he took the closest open seat, not batting an eyelid toward the girl.

Of course, she doesn’t, we would’ve noticed a girl like that-

“Yeah. Do you four? I just transferred there is semester from Twin Pines.”

James had dated a girl from Twin Pines earlier in the year; She hadn’t been interested in him much beyond the Brooke Diamond Cosmetics company he was the heir to, however, and that was just fine in his book. They had a good two weeks of fooling around before he decided he was bored and broke things off with her a few days later. What was her name? Mitsy?

When he noticed his friend smile at her comment and claim, “I knew I’d seen you somewhere before!” the knot in his stomach grew. 

Able to expertly hide this feeling, he cleared his throat before blurting, “New Girl, nice!”, hoping Roxanne wasn’t able to detect the nervous break in his voice. 

Why didn’t Logan mention-

“Number 812! 812 please!” 

From behind the curtain separating the auditorium from the lobby, Kelly poked her head out, calling the number sticking to James’ lucky white v-neck and black vest. 

When James shot his hand out to Kendall’s chest, trying to rip number 813 off his friend’s jacket, his years of quick reflexes were no match for those of the MAHS hockey team captain.

“James… this is your dream, not mine-”

Does he ever cool it with the speeches? So dramatic…

“- go big time.”

Before he knew it, James was spun around and roughly shoved toward the curtain separating the waiting room from the stage. As much as he loved the physical prowess being a hockey player afforded him, he hated that his friends were just as strong as he was, and he dwelled on this until -

“Good luck!”

Roxanne’s words were barely above a whisper as he pushed the black cloth back, but he heard her as if she were the only person standing in the room with him. And for a second, he wished she was. It was far easier to impress strangers than his own friends. 

She’d like my piece. He reassured himself, as he walked in front of the Hollywood mega-star and his talent scout, forgetting everything except for the slow, sweet Smokey Robinson tune playing in his head. Time to be the perfect pop star.

In an instant, Kelly had run up to the stage and shoved a piece of paper into James’ hand as Gustavo yelled out, “Sing that! Now!”

From his time in theater, sight-reading a song came as easy as reading a book - plus, it was far less boring. The issue, however, was this was a song he didn’t recognize, one by the title of “From Me to You, With Love.”

What? Lame. 

Easily crumpling the sheet up and tossing it over his shoulder, James cleared his throat, tapped the microphone on stage in front of him, and began to sing “Tracks of My Tears.”

[moon-ursidae]

GAME SESSION 5 RECAP

i’m super sad to say that this might be the last session recap! i want to try to finish the game tonight bc i feel like i’m so close to the ending. idk what i’m gonna do with my life afterwards haha

i plan on writing a big post about my experience playing this game as a whole, and other thoughts i had other than me just writing down gibberish as i play lmao. i just love this game to fucking bits.

as per usual, spoilers for both games and the hbo series below!!

i genuinely am scared to finish this game bc it’s been the only thing that’s kept me going this week before the semester 😳

hours played: 3-4ish?

ALRIGHTY FOLKS! SHOWTIME!

alright so we’re at the section called highway exit

starting off in the stairwell directly after joel asked ellie if she really wanted to go through with this

“well i ain’t leavin without ya. let’s go wrap this up.” ALREADY STARTING OFF WITH A BANG HUH?

i love them.

this poor dude died on the shitter

elvis?? HAHA SORRY

“i’m sorry joel.” “that’s okay ellie.” 😭😭 AHH

i genuinely could not imagine losing your daughter like that, then having to move on so fast for your own survival. fucking insane.

and the piano in the back? so beautiful

SHE TOOK THE PICTURE OF SARAH AND JOEL😭😭

“well, no matter how hard you try, i guess you can’t escape from your past. thank you” AFTER HE TOOK A DEEP BREATH😭😭😭

oh my god that is very much a bloater

THERE ARE SO MANY?? WHY??

that had me C L E N C H I N G

“that’s something you can do when we’re done.” “what?” “teach me how to swim” “you got it.” go away i’m emotionally unstable

oh god it’s the hospital

every time they tell each other to be careful, specifically ellie telling joel to be careful and he ALWAYS reassures her. like just now i’m ferrying her across on the palette and she said “be careful” and joel responded “i gotcha” UGH my heart strings dude. they’re being tugged

joel pulling a nathan drake w the ladder breaking lmao

i’m amazed i figured out how to get across that fast

oh damn these are some rapids

i have an inkling something is going to give way and joel or ellie is going to be swept away by the current

“you’re gonna catch me?” “i got you” 😭😭

“see? you didn’t even need me” I’M GONNA CRY HE’S SUCH A DAAAAD

WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY DUDE

OH MY GOD ELLIE NOO

HER JUST FLOATING STOP IT

OH MY GOD

HE’S AT GUNPOINT BUT STILL GIVING CPR OH MY GOD😭

“c’mon ellie” DESPERATELY GIVING CPR

NOOOOO FUCK THAT GUY FUCK YOU ASSHOLE YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIT

MARLENE!

“and ellie?” SUCH. A. DAD.

“it was her. she fought like hell to get here.” crying in da club

“maybe it was meant to be” yes that they bonded and became father and daughter. was absolutely meant to be i agree.

”take me to her.” “you don’t have to worry about her anymore. we’ll take ca-“ “i worry. just let me see her please.”😭😭😭😭

they’re so hopeful for a vaccine no matter what and he’s just so worried about ellie🥺

“find someone else” JOEL ANGY

aye! lay off my man here bro

yoooo i didn’t know marlene knew her that long!

“then why are you letting this happen?” the desperation and anger in his voice :(

“if he tries anything, shoot him.” marlene all due respect but i feel as though joel is the one that will be doing the shooting

THE WAY JOEL LOOKED BACK AT HIM AFTER HE WAS SHOVED 🫢

this dude is so fucked

BRO DO NOT F U C K WITH JOEL OH MY GOD

“i don’t have time for this” GODDAMN

this shit is so intense my hands are SWEATING and i only just cleared the first area of fireflies

the west wing? but i was taught by beauty and the beast to never go there! lmao

that guy coming out of the door scared the shit outta me

OOF this surgeon’s recording about ellie’s immunity and that it’s huge for the better of mankind

wait that would be abby’s dad then right??

damn. marlene’s recording. fucking crazy. i couldn’t imagine being joel though and getting confirmation that they HAVE to kill ellie to make a vaccine.

so in game, it’s april 28th. gotcha. noted

marlene talking about how they radioed in that they spotted an old man and a young girl 💀 joel’s not that old guys c’mon

“yea that’s it. i’m comin’ ellie.”😭😭😭

marlene’s voice recordings :(

she won’t kill joel bc he understands how difficult the choice is

and he’s kept her safe from boston to fucking utah. across the damn country

OH MY GOD THE SURGEON TEAM’S SHADOWS IN THE FUCKING WINDOW

jesus fuck bro

“sweet jesus.”

GUYS LOOK IT’S ABBY’S DAD

one choice and the second game would go SO differently dude.

god seeing ellie on the table hurts my soul

i’m hesitating shooting them dude holy fuck

i shot 2 of them i feel horrible i left the woman i feel horrible oh my god oh my god oh my god

i feel so fucking bad right now i feel so GUILTY

“come on babygirl” 😭😭😭

THE WAY THIS IS SO FULL CIRCLE

I KNOW JOEL IS HAVING FLASHBACKS RN I FEEL HORRIBLE

RUNNING FROM PEOPLE IN GEAR SHOOTING AT HIM WHILE CARRYING HIS DAUGHTER😭😭😭😭😭😭

this music dude. i’m gonna fucking cry.

joel keeps saying that he’s gonna get her out🥺

the way it just fucking cuts to the pov of him driving. insane.

“turn out there’s a bunch more like you ellie. people that’re immune. dozens actually.”

the way he stuttered after the shot of him shooting marlene AH

i kind of hate the way that he’s lying to her, but i understand. we see how it affects them once she learns the truth about what happened.

“i’m takin’ us home” 🥺🥺

“i’m sorry.” HE’S APOLOGIZING FOR SO MUCH THAT SHE ISN’T AWARE OF RIGHT NOW AND THAT UUUGH

i am indeed crying

“you’ll just come after her.” BRO. JOEL.

i fuckin- need a MINUTE bro

another outfit change slay sorry i felt like that was a big switch up from what just happened haha

oooooh i’m playing as ellie? this is weird

“sarah and i used to take hikes like this. i think the two of you would’ve been good friends.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

ELLIE AGREEING🥹😭😭

jackson!

the fucking music is making me emotional

“i struggled for a long time. surviving.” AND THEN RUBBING HIS WATCH I’M FUCKIN- I CANNOT DO THIS

THEM OPENING UP TO EACH OTHER😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“swear to me. swear to me that everything you said about the fireflies is true.” UH OH.

“i swear.” i-

THE SHOT! THE FAMOUS ELLIE SHOT! AH!

“okay.”

CREDITS?

i- wh-

i’m just kinda sitting here frozen bc i don’t know what to do now

my life is so different now

there was a version of me before playing this game and now i’m here and do not know what to do

it’s bittersweet. i feel like a tightness in my chest bc i’m sad but a happiness as well bc this game was amazing.

chills. goosebumps all over my body.

i cannot believe this is over.

great i’m C R Y I N G now lmao

THE LAST OF US THEME PLAYING NOW YYYEEEAAAAAAAA

HER KNIFE IN THE WINDOW STOP. OH MY GOD.

i have so many things to say, so i’ll do a seperate post on that like i mentioned earlier.

all in all, jesus fucking christ.

[jimblejamblewritings]

falling for the captain | part 16.

Summary: Captain Y/N L/N. Leader of the Avengers on Earth-563, not really a family or team strictly just coworkers. A lot of responsibility for someone only nineteen. What happens when the Captain finds herself on “Earth Earth” in the compound of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Stuck on Earth for the time being, Y/N sees what these Avengers are about. And Captain America finds himself falling for this leader, even though her age is throwing him… that and the fact no one knows if she’ll head back to Earth-563 the minute she can.

Warnings: AGE GAP (clear from the summary, it’s a young reader but legal),

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist) 

You gave quick hugs to Rhodey and Nebula before making your way to the quinjet with Rocket and Bruce. Once in New Asgard, you guys had to take a truck. It was comical watching Bruce, knees to chest, in the back of the pickup. He seemed a lot calmer now that he was both Hulk and Banner. The truck stopped and Bruce spotted a woman.

“Valkyrie! Great to see you angry girl.”

“I think I liked you better the other way,” she said as she eyed him.

“This is Rocket and Captain (Y/N) (L/N).”

You side-eyed Bruce but didn’t say anything about him using your full title. Four years since you had heard it.

“He won’t see you,” Valkyrie said. “We only see him maybe once a month for… supplies.”

“Just tell us where he is please.”

Valkyrie pointed you guys in the direction of Thor’s house. When you entered it looked like a stereotypical man cave. And it reeked of beer. There were two alien creatures you had never seen before playing video games. A man came from the back complaining about the TV.

“Thor?”

The god turned around and you were greeted with Thor looking a little different from when you had last seen him. His hair and beard had grown wild and feral, and he had a beer belly. Thor gave the three of you hugs.

“You guys want a drink? I’ve got beer, tequila, all sorts of things.”

If Thor was drinking Earth alcohol you didn’t even want to know how much he was guzzling to get the slightest bit tipsy that he was in front of you right now. Clearly he wasn’t coping well. You thought you were bad with the shaking and off in the distant looks that Steve had to help pull you from. But Thor was another level. Not that you could blame him. First he lost Asgard, then Thanos snapped half of what little was left of them.

“We know how to stop Thanos,” Bruce said.

You watched all color and life drain from Thor’s face.

“I know that guy might scare you…”

“Why would I be scared of that guy? I killed that guy, remember? I killed him!”

“We need you, pal. We know how to bring them back.”

“Don’t…” Thor’s voice cracked.

You knelt down to be level with him sitting in the chair. You grabbed Thor’s hand in both of yours. He looked at you.

“We failed once, you and me. I get it. I still can’t stop the shaking.”

Thor looked at your wrists, noting the absence of bracelets. He also noted the ring.

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t true, friend. Come with us.”

“If we fail?”

“We fail together, again. You and me. Thunder and Lightning.”

Thor chuckled softly and for the first time since you guys had been there, the light reached his eyes.

“I should’ve swept the lady off her feet before the Captain proposed,” he joked. “Let’s stop Thanos.”

~~

“Clint!”

He was unprepared for the way you jumped into his arms. Steve came up behind you, laughing. He embraced Clint as well.

“We’ve been taking care of the farm for you,” Steve told him.

“Thank… thank you, you two. I couldn’t bring myself…”

“We get it. Oh and one of the horses gave birth. Named the foal Laura.”

“That’s going to get confusing with the sheep.”

“You named a sheep after your wife?” you asked.

“If the farmers are done, we’re ready to start,” Tony broke up the amicable conversation.

You watched the machine as Tony and Bruce worked, once again not understanding a single thing on the panels. They sent Clint through and ten seconds later he came back holding a baseball glove. It worked. This time heist actually worked.

“Alright. We’ve got the how now we just have to figure out the when and where. We have limited particles to retrieve the stones. This has to be perfect,” Steve entered into Captain mode and if the mood wasn’t so serious you’d probably be turned on.

“We know almost everyone in this room has had an encounter with at least one of the six Infinity Stones.”

The teams were decided. Rhodey, Nebula, Nat, and Clint were going to space to retrieve the Soul Stone and Power Stone. Thor and Rocket were going to Asgard for the Reality Stone. You, Tony, Bruce, Steve, and Scott were headed to New York in 2012 to retrieve the other three.

The team watched as you approached Steve all suited up. Your hands shook as you reached towards his wrists.

“Doll, you don’t—”

“I’m useless to this mission if I don’t use my powers. I have to.”

You only took two. It wasn’t the full charge but you didn’t want to fade in and out while on this mission. Steve grabbed your shaking hands. He kissed them and you took a deep breath in attempts to calm down. Your hands slowly stopped. If someone looked close enough they would see the slight tremor and the fact that your fingers didn’t really stay still anymore but the shaking had stopped enough for a fight. You nodded at Tony.

~~

You marveled in awe at Avengers Tower in the heart of New York. Their first building was just as nice, potentially nicer than the current compound you’ve come to call home. Tony flew up to the top floor and snuck into the tower with a tiny Ant-man on his shoulder.

“Oh, Mr. Rogers I forgot that suit did nothing for your ass.”

You snickered as Tony’s voice came in through the comms much to the annoyance of Steve.

“No one asked you to look, Tony.”

“I think you look great, Cap,” Scott said. “As far as I’m concerned that’s America’s ass.”

“Alright, STRIKE team’s got the scepter. Going back down the elevator. Coming your way Cap,” Tony said.

“Go time. Everyone into positions.”

“Go get ‘em, Rogers.” You couldn’t help yourself and smacked Steve’s ass as you walked off into your position.

~~

“We blew it. It was six stones or nothing. Six stones or nothing,” Scott said as he paced back and forth.

You were all sitting around the rubble of trashed New York trying to figure out what to do.

“Are there any other options with the Tesseract?” Steve asked.

“No,” Scott said. “There’s no other options! We don’t have enough particles.”

You picked at your shoe. You looked out on the streets. Wow, the Avengers really did a number on New York in 2012. Tony was staring out in the distance as well when he jumped up.

“1970. A way to get more particles and the Tesseract.”

Scott and you traveled back to the compound. You learned more about Ant-man with nothing better to do. You waited for the others when Steve and Tony came back with the Tesseract. They were missing a person.

“Clint, where’s Nat?”

He couldn’t speak. It was dead silent. You shook your head in disbelief as Nebula explained the Soul Stone.

“Do we, do we know if she had family?” Tony asked.

Steve looked at the ground, remembering the conversation you guys had with Nat right before Scott showed up.

“Yeah. Us.”

You jumped as Bruce cleared a bench halfway across the compound.

“Nat wouldn’t want us like this. We can’t let her life be in vain. She got the stone for us. Let’s make this son of a bitch pay for ever messing with us,” you said.

Everyone handed their stone over to Tony so he could begin tinkering with Bruce and Rocket.

~~

Spark came down looking for his new friend. When he couldn’t find Nat, Spark settled for you and Steve instead. You petted the dog’s head. Steve came up to the two of you.  

“I’m getting Nat back.”

“(Y/N)…” Steve started. He could practically see the gears turning in your head.

“Steve, we don’t have the stones. They don’t exist in my universe.”

“How does that help us?”

“Because I can’t be affected. The snap doesn’t work, the stones don’t work.”

“No. I’m not losing—”

“You won’t. I promise you.”

“What’s going on?”

Tony entered the room to take a break from the stones. Others followed suit. Once you explained they were all aggressively shaking their heads like Steve.

“If this doesn’t work?  You don’t come back. That’s how the Stones operate, we can’t change that.”

“Tony, I’m partially made of this stuff. Electricity, currents, particles, radiation it’s all the same to me. I can navigate the realm without it. It can’t touch me. I get her back. I come back. Bruce, I need the time stone.”

Tony reluctantly let you take lead and Bruce tossed the stone to you. It felt hefty in your hand. Steve stepped up to you. His lips barely brushed yours. He wanted you to know his touch one more time but didn’t want a final kiss because he didn’t want to declare this as final.

“End of the line, Captain. It’s not the end yet, you come back to me okay?” Steve said as he slipped your other two bracelets on your wrists.

He sighed as you didn’t answer. The minute the fourth bracelet hit your wrist you faded back to 563. The others looked around confused, having not seen a portal come up.

“She’s fine, she’s on 563. I’ll be in the gym. Someone come get me when doll is back.” Steve couldn’t stand to wait, especially with the knowledge you might not come back.

~~

Once charged on 563, you portaled to Vormir. You used the stone to travel back to before Clint and Nat started fighting. The two of them stopped when they saw you. So did Red Skull.

“I don’t know you…” He was clearly confused. The Soul Stone allowed him to know every person of the universe.

“Yeah, you won’t. Do you two trust me?”

Clint and Nat nodded, not completely understanding. They both screamed as you ran past them and jumped but it was too late. Clint and Nat were shaking as the Soul Stone landed in their hands.

The compound shook as Nat appeared on the time machine. Clint raced to her first. Everyone headed back inside. The compound was just as quiet as when they thought Nat had died. Steve was thirsty and had to come back into the common space to grab a water since he forgot to take one. It didn’t take him long to spot Nat amongst everyone. They all noticed how the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Steve opened the fridge to get a water bottle. The bottles were right next to the leftover pizza you two had for dinner last night.

Property of your Captains, DO NOT TOUCH. That means you Rocket was what you wrote on it. Everyone flinched as Steve slammed the fridge door so hard they were sure it would come off of the hinges. He sunk to the floor, back against the fridge, head between his knees. Steve rubbed the back of his head before chucking the water bottle. Peggy, Bucky, Sam, and now you. His closest family, all gone.

“It’s only been a few minutes since Nat came back. Time travel, all of it must be really tricky for someone like her. Made of it you know,” Tony tried to offer something.

Steve nodded. They looked at his knuckles. Bloody. It had been a long time since he had hit something to relieve stress and clearly this was taking a toll on him. Thor got up and guided Steve to the couches. It was best if he didn’t go back into the gym before he beat his hands raw. Steve didn’t budge at first but slowly let his friend guide him to the couch. They all stayed up to wait but as it got later in the night, they were worried you weren’t coming back. No one looked at Steve for longer than a few seconds at a time. He was rubbing at his wrists where your bracelets normally rested.

~~

You grunted softly when you landed on the roof of a house. You felt charged up and smiled. Earth-563, just like you thought. You gasped when you peered into the house window, trying to assess where exactly you were on 563. It had been so long since you had seen Bucky’s face in person.

You didn’t know that he would be here, it must have his break from tour. He was reading to the younger version of you. You sat under the windowsill and waited until Bucky’s footsteps retreated. You stood up straight so you could make a portal when Goose meowed loudly. Damn cat for recognizing you. You froze in your spot when baby you opened an eye. When it came to the cat, you were always a light sleeper. The window was thrown open and you slowly turned around.

“Don’t scream.”

“Lucky Lou?”

You were panicking now, Bucky’s voice seemed close.

“I’m fine, Buck Buck. Just thirsty.”

“Do you want me to get you water?”

“Yes please.”

You looked back at you in shock, she just bought you some time. Your bedroom was on the third floor. You looked up and stared into your eyes. One was purple. You had already fallen into the docks? You could’ve sworn that was a lot later.

“Thank you, Lucky Lou.”

You opened a portal. When the younger you grabbed your hand, you felt a jolt of electricity run through you. That’s how she knew. She was already made of the weird particles. You were already connected, particles sharing information back and forth. That’s why you were dropped into this spot in time when the Soul Stone sent you back. You pulled the Time Stone from your pocket. If you were staring at a younger version of yourself you would have to jump time in the portal.

“Is he really Prince Charming?”

You looked back at where your hands were met. She was staring at the ring. Right, this was still your Disney princess phase.

“Yeah. Yeah he is.”

“I can’t wait to meet him.”

The younger you let go of your hand and drifted back to sleep. You barely closed the portal before Bucky walked in with a cup of water. The Time Stone made your portal work a little shoddy and you landed on your ass in the common room, just barely missing the coffee table.

“On the record, I had complete faith in you, Short-stack.”

“Mmm hmm. Okay Tony,” you said as you stood up.

Steve was on you in seconds. The peppering of kisses didn’t stop. You knew you would come back, almost sure of it. But you understood that the others weren’t so confident. So you let Steve shower you in kisses and hug you tight until he confirmed you were really in front of him. You threw the Time Stone back to Bruce and moved your bracelets from your wrists to Steve’s before you had a chance to fade out.

“I, uh, lost the ring… well gave the ring.”

“Hmm?” Steve pulled back to look at your now empty hands.

“A little girl might have asked about her Prince Charming. It’s funny because I thought that ring looked familiar, lost it on the beach though one summer.”

“When this is all done, we’ll get a new one. Prince Charming?”

“Cinderella had just come out… the Brandy one. It was a phase, okay.”

“The Brandy one? I don’t think we ever watched it… first thing we do when this is over?”

“Sounds perfect, Stevie.”

Nat was next to hug you once Steve stepped back. Clint was right behind.

“Don’t ever do something that stupid again,” Nat breathed out.

“Stupid? I’m not the one who jumps out of jets without a parachute,” you joked. You wanted everyone to laugh and breathe a little.

“No, you just walk the tightrope of death way too often.”

Spark left with Nat again. Yeah, the dog definitely wasn’t yours anymore. Nat wasn’t even attempting to give your dog back. Tony, Bruce, and Rocket were working late through the night. They told the rest of you to go to bed and when they finished, they’d let you know.

You and Steve were in the kitchen still, apparently near death and lots of time travel in one day made you very hungry. Steve was still tense and you could see it. You were leaning against the counter, sipping on a smoothie while Steve’s fingers traced harsh circles on your hips.

“Stevie. Stevie, I’m here.”

“I keep feeling like…”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know, doll. I’m sorry, just feel like I could still lose you.”

You grabbed Steve’s hand. You brought his hands to your lips.

“I’m here. Physically here. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Look at me… Captain?”

Steve’s eyes darkened slightly as he looked you in the eyes. Since he hung up the shield, that name had been retired from the bedroom with you two. It had been retired from your life. You had said the word so softly. Steve ran his thumb over your bottom lip before you took it in your mouth causing him to groan. You let go and reached out to pull Steve closer. His lips were on yours in seconds, the kiss sloppy. Despite the words that came out of your mouth, you were pushing back against Steve’s dominance.

Steve’s mouth left yours and found his way to your neck. You tilted your head back more so he had better access. The kisses returned to your lips. Steve’s hands snaked their way up your body until he was holding the sides of your face in both hands. The edge of the counter was starting to dig in the small of your back but you ignored it.

“This was on your list. In the kitchen,” you said as you knelt down.

“Forgotten all about that damn notebook.”

Steve’s hand gripped your hair but quickly relaxed before he accidentally pushed you too far down. You stopped, still using your hand to pump his length. This was for Steve. He needed it, needed something to feel that he had control over.

“It’s okay. I want you to feel good, want you to do what you need. Are you gonna let your baby make you feel good, Captain?”

You put your lips back to the tip of his cock. Steve’s hand worked its way into your curls and he gripped tightly. You opened your mouth when he tugged harshly. Steve went to town, causing you to gag a few times. He moaned loudly, that if anyone was walking out from the elevator they would hear, as he came. Steve was sure his second hard-on would happen at that second as he watched your tongue dart out to lick the bit of cum that had landed on your bottom lip. You stood up and he kissed you roughly, tasting himself on you.

He pulled down your bottoms and then lifted you onto the countertop. The minute your legs were spread was the minute Steve’s tongue dipped in between your folds. You moaned as his tongue continued its assault and he added a couple fingers. He wasn’t going to stop until he drew an orgasm from you. Your hands gripped the edge of the counter as you shook. Steve gave you kitten licks as you rode through the aftershocks. He stood up and tapped your lips with his two fingers.

“Open.”

When you let go of Steve’s fingers, he started rubbing your cheek with his thumb. He watched where his thumb touched your skin, the contrast of colors. You looked at Steve’s face. He wasn’t here, his mind was focused on something else. His other hand was feeling around your body.

You realized he was trying to commit you to memory, remember your touch. You weren’t used to seeing him like this. It wasn’t the first time the two of you had these close calls, it put a strain on your relationship at one point, but he had never reacted like this before. He really thought he lost you. There wasn’t a doubt in Steve’s mind, there were too many close calls and this one he thought would do you in.  You leaned forward to kiss his cheek, he still needed a distraction.

“You know, it’s not too early in the morning. We could have a spa day and still have enough time for sleep. I think Bucky and Sam are gonna want to see us all pretty.”

“You’re always pretty, (Y/N).”

Steve handed you your bottoms and the two of you rode the elevator back up to your room. The warm water filled the bathtub and you and Steve settled in it. It was quiet, even with the low hum of the symphony F.R.I.D.A.Y. was playing. It wasn’t the usual spa day for either of you once you stepped out of the bathtub. You had taken one of his sweatshirts while Steve was in the matching pants.

You both did your normal nightly routine next to each other in the bathroom— no facials, no hot towels, just a couple getting ready for bed. Goose jumped onto the counter, narrowly avoiding your bottle of facial cleanser. She nudged at Steve’s hand with her head until he scratched it. Goose gently nipped at his fingers in attempts to get Steve to open his palm. She coughed up a ring. Steve laughed and knelt down.

“Seriously, both of you? Is this still abou—”

“Doll, I’m from the 40s and still care about a little tradition. Please shut up and let me have this,” Steve started again once you got quiet. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, Captain Rogers. A thousand times yes.”

“Thank you. Was it that hard to just say yes?” Steve joked as he stood up and slipped the ring on your finger.

“I’m a 21st century gal. Stubborn is my style.”

“I know, Captain… trust me I know.”

You giggled as Steve sighed. You ran your hands up and down his arms before hooking them behind his neck. Steve thought you looked adorable pouting up at him, oversized bonnet making the scene more comical.

“For the record, I just didn’t want it to be awkward that I found the ring before you meant. I know you like some things old-fashioned. I do actually care about the little traditions you like.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Steve was about to kiss you when you yawned. It was clearly time for sleep, especially when Tony and Bruce would be done with the stones in any minute. You were caught off guard but didn’t protest when Steve picked you up and carried you out of the bathroom to bed.

(Part 17)...

[enneamage]

Anon sent me a long’un so I’ll summarise some of the points they raised to reply to them.

How can Wilbur and Shubble be compatible if they don’t have things in common?

Because I’m mostly here to do a very specific bit, I have to say that technically they are ‘compatible.’ Threes and Sevens make high-octane couples, although I’ve heard some offhanded comments on websites about 3/7 being for ‘a good time, not a long time.’ They’re both big stimulation seekers and stuff-doers, which can hold them together for a while. They can also get amped up off each others energy, and sometimes compatibility is about ~vibes.~

To be real with you, I think Wilbur would wither if he was with someone who was exactly like him. He seeks contrast in his friends and he probably seeks contrast with his partners. I don’t get to know what they do or don’t have in common, but they both probably have hidden sides that they share with each other. Shubble isn’t as shallow as people want to dismiss her as, but inversely I don’t think Wilbur has the unfathomably intellectual needs that people let him imply he has. They meme at each other and go ‘aww’ at animals, sometimes a family is two streamers and ten cats.  

She seems happy right now?

She probably is, honestly. Sevens are optimistic, and Wilbur is a person who flourishes in mystery. Them playing travel tag lets them have variety and thrill and stolen moments, classic honeymoon phase stuff.

I don’t want her to be unhappy, but if things go south it’s going to take some time. One of the features of a 7w6 is they can be a bit ‘this is fine’ under bad circumstances until they can’t take it anymore. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but familiarity breeds contempt. Wilbur can be subtle in his inconsistencies and for as long as his promises can outpace his lapses in follow-through he seems like a very promising person. It generally takes people a while to reconsider his abilities once they recognise that he has a pattern.  

Wilbur seems to have a very clear sense of what he wants the relationships in his life to be like, and he seems to want the same things over and over again.

This is one of those “Wilbur is Wilbur and we don’t fully know what’s going on here” things. A lot of people have made the observation that he’s strangely stiff when it comes to the kinds of dynamics that he wants with people, but I can only guess where that might come from. The closest thing that I would be able to point to is his habit of casting people for roles in his life. Wilbur was in love-intrest mode when he handed her that pick, hands down.

What’s going on with the string of bad relationships?

Romance in Youtube land is cursed.

Never let the good social media posts convince you that they’ve got better love lives, dating as a celebrity is a rotted game, and we’re all lucky to be nobodies. The celebrity dating pool is incestuous and tiny and everyone is weird. They might be “people just like you and me” in a literal human way, but they’re leading very different lives at a very different pace, and that’s not easy to bond with ‘normal’ people over. It’s also incredibly hard to sift out an algorithmic survival impulse for a desire for genuine human connection, thank you Love or Host for making that one into a spectacle.

At the end of the day, Wubble may as well happen. Wilbur might actually be one of the better ones Shubble has dated (with the little info I have,) which is kind of morbid considering what I’m willing to say about him. Anon also made the point that she may be used to things being… not great, so she may be numb to certain things already. It’s clear that she’s pinned a lot of hope on this since she literally determined that it was better than her previous relationship, and maybe that hope can be justified, but I’m not as optimistic about Wilbur’s ability to turn it around without facing his demons.

In a karmic way you get what you pay for, and these two came at a sketchy price.  

[pacifymebby]

So sorry for dumping all this but I feel like I have literally nowhere else to express myself. Today is me and my husband’s first Valentines Day as a married couple. We’ve been together 7 years, just married March of 2023. He is notorious for being very unromantic. Like to him, grilling a steak and putting on a movie is a date. I’ve made it very clear to him for MONTHS that I did not want to just cook dinner and watch a movie this year for valentines, as this is what we do EVERY year for EVERY date, birthday, anniversary, etc. Well today happened and I got to cook more than half the meal, set the table, and then he put on some action movie when I asked him if he at least wanted to play a board game with me. I am just hurt.

Am I crazy for feeling this way? Like I just want for someone to want to spend quality time with me without me having to ask or BEG. We don’t go anywhere anymore, we hardly see friends, I’m just stuck here in this house. And I’m only 25 (he’s 27), and it’s like he wants to live like we’re already 80 years old. Am I crazy??!?! This is why I take so much solace in your writing, like especially Alfie and Bonnie. They would never let me feel like this, thats why your writing is my escape from reality. I’m so sick of reality.

Oh honey this is so sad and I'm sending you such a massive hug and a bunch of your favourite flowers!!!

Sorry it's taken me a few days to reply to you, I wanted to be able to put actual effort into my reply rather than just rushing through something which feels important you know? Like it sounds like you've had a real shitty day, but not just that like, you've been made to feel like someone doesn't care/doesn't listen/understand you and that sucks cause they're the person that's meant to do all those things the most!!!!

I'm sorry you're in this situation, but also you're so young and your marriage is so young and I really believe that if you talk to him and tell him how hurt you are by his actions, and you tell him how you feel about the whole situation, then perhaps you can work through it together and like have better times in the future?

I obviously can't and wouldn't dream of trying to tell you how to manage your relationship or what you should do but like, I feel like if you really find solace in escapism through reading my stories then like, this is an issue you should address because it might seem like a small or melodramatic thing to be upset about but it's not. Like you say you're only young and you already feel like you're living in your 80s. Complacency in relationships, especially marriages (I have heard) is a really huge issue and definitely something which ends up ending marriages, and it sounds a little like your man is getting complacent and is perhaps taking your love/romance forgranted.

I get that life isn't like fantasies and that we all use fantasy to escape from things (like I do too and have been escaping my own relationship issues by writing and reading fics this week haha) but also like, if we feel the need to escape from our every day then that's sad and we should try to fix things or change things. Don't stay miserable is what I'm saying I guess, tell him exactly how hurt you are and if he never changes you don't have to be trapped and miserable (I know this sounds dramatic and I feel so fucking cheeky for even alluding to it so I'm sorry, I don't mean it to be offensive and I'm not saying do it either!!) Obviously I don't know everything about you but if you truly love and care for eachother then you can talk and work things out and he might not be the most romantic but like, he can try for you!!! Because the very least you deserve is someone who tries for you!

Sending you massive hugs, bonnie and Alfie would honestly have such serious words for this man for neglecting you, they'd definitely NEVER neglect you like this!!!!<3

[transcendersmedia]

Is the goal to make players feel good?

In a series of posts about relation games I’ve been discussing game and narrative design from a relational perspective. I’ve been meaning to explore the role of player agency in games centered around relationships.

I also posed some specific questions:

Should players get a wide variety of romanceable characters to choose from, and be able to shift the relationships according to their preferences, or could it be meaningful to exhort players into having relationships they wouldn’t choose for themselves to convey a specific story?

I believe both these questions could be responded to with a yes… depending on what type of game you want to make. Catering to players’ wants and needs is one way of addressing relationships in games, and it’s probably the most common route to take – but it’s not the only one. In the end it comes down to what the purpose of the game is – is it to make players feel good and offer them the fictional relationships they want to have? Then covering a range of options that is as suited to the target group as possible would be the best thing. Players try to satisfy their needs while playing – and being able to shift the relationships according to their preferences will make this easier. But making players feel good isn’t always the goal. Sometimes you want to explore a certain issue that might make some players uncomfortable. For us, that’s fine – but that comes with an extended need for communication. Being clear about what to expect is important, as well as accepting that players might – or will – react.

Working with content warnings and information is one way to prepare players for experiences that they might not fully enjoy. Especially when you are working within a genre where many games are based on fulfilling the wishes and needs of players by letting them romance characters. Then, if you include routes where the relationships aren’t completely healthy or don’t go well, you might break the expectations of the genre, and players might need to have some preparation for that. As a creator of that kind of game, you would also need to be prepared that some design or narrative choices might have a – sometimes – unexpected impact on players. I’d say it’s impossible to completely analyze a game during the development process. Doing a lot of user testing might bring issues to the table before release, but it’s definitely not failproof.

Bringing what we've learned into Truer than You

When developing our new game Truer than You, we’re aiming to implement some of the things we’ve learned from making Knife Sisters. In this game, you play an androgyne character called Rin, who’s recently moved to an unfamiliar city to start a new life and a new position at the secretive company Truer than You, specializing in renting out actors for real life situations. There are rules you have to follow – for instance, you can’t have relationships with people you meet through your work – but that’s something that could happen anyway… and that’s how you get to know Ariel, Indira and Sylvester, the characters you can form closer relationships with.

This time we’ve chosen to have branching storylines following those characters, instead of having them complement a main storyline connected to another character (Dagger), as we did in Knife Sisters. That’s not only because some players objected to being forced into the relationship with her, but also because this game has a whole other set of themes than Knife Sisters, that we see could be better explored by connecting them to the characters. We think that this design will increase the desire to replay the game, and make the player feel more in charge of the story. Hopefully, people will also perceive it as less linear. In Knife Sisters, you do have a lot of agency when it comes to how each scene plays out, but not as much when it comes to affecting the main storyline’s course of events. This is perceived very differently by different players, but we’re eager to see what players think and feel when the story changes a little more.

What do strong emotional reactions to your game mean?

In the end, it’s impossible to cater to all your players’ wishes. So you’ll need to accept that people will get disappointed at times – but, like the player who wrote an angry message, they might come to enjoy the game anyway! Strong emotions connected to your game show that people have engaged with it. Emotions aren’t always easily interpreted, and the systems for leaving feedback don’t necessarily cater to that complexity. You might engage heavily with a game, but still decide to give it a “not recommended” review on Steam – because it left you with negative or complex emotions. But negative emotions also teach us things.

For me, I don’t think making players feel good is a goal, but rather to make players feel, period. To evoke many types of emotions, ranging from good, to sad or even angry. If we make a game that has the player coming back to it in their mind, over and over, then we have succeeded.

What do you think?

[neopuppy]

Sit Down (M)

Preview: “I thought I taught them better than that.” His lips move over the cut, stinging. Dizzily stirring your thoughts around. Sultry eyes stare down at you as if he already owns you. “Never let your opponent win.”

or

‘Rumors traveling that even coach Suh had a tryst with you at some point.’ Gasp. The rumors are true.

Pairing: Johnny x female reader

Word Count: 4k+

Genre: baseball AU, pwp…what plot, explicit smut, M/F, established fwb, sadistic dom Johnny, Coach Suh™️

Smut Warning: degradation, humiliation, voyeurism, blood licking, thigh riding, ass play, choking, oral(f receiving), dumbification, strength kink, multiple orgasms, breeding

Bottom of the 9th. 3 men on base, and Haechan hits a home run, soaring out of the field. An uproar of cheers erupts. Screaming in celebration from the front bleachers, nearest the dugout area. Close enough for the team to hear your noisy praises.

Jeno catches your eye on his way out, sparing you a suggestive nod. A familiar one that says ‘come find me’.

Excitement buzzes through your chest waiting for the crowd to clear. Fresh cut grass tickles at your nose as a lawn mower explodes to life. Signifying another game over, a successful one as usual.

Jeno hasn’t texted, probably occupied with cleaning off before he heads out to meet up with you. Another visit to the locker room seemed hard to resist after last time. Your feet carrying you in the direction the team had disappeared into not long ago.

“What’re you looking for?” Coach Suh spots you near the dugout. Lurking around after games as usual. “..I mean, who?”

He smirks knowingly, hoisting a bag full of bats over his shoulder. Bending at his knees to scoop up the mess left behind. The team had gone off to hit the showers as he instructed them to after another winning game. Missing the scolding he’d give them with an alternative outcome.

“Uh, Jeno?..We’re s-supposed to l-leave together..” you start to stutter. Johnny- or Mr. Suh, as you’d come to know him, turns around, standing up straight. Giving you a full view of his overpowering size.

“Yea, he’s in the lockers. You’re familiar.” He smiles again. More arrogant and full of himself than the team combined. They had to learn it from someone after all.

“Hah..” you step back nervously. Eyes darting around for your clear escape. Catching a glimpse of Jeno’s mitt on the edge of the bench. His initials etched in bold lettering, something about it being his ‘lucky glove’. You pause to reach for it, Jeno would be upset if he’d lost this thing. “Ow what the fu-..”

You hiss dropping the stitched leather. Thumb catching on the edge of sharp metal protruding from the corner of the bench. Nicking your skin enough to draw blood, accompanied by a throbbing pain.

“Ah, I keep telling the maintenance crew about that.” Coach Suh takes a hold of your wrist. His eyes squinting, scanning the damage. Clicking his tongue, he brings your hand closer to his lips. “We better get this cleaned up.”

Brown eyes land on yours, flicking up, turning his playful expression serious. His cheeks sink in, tongue hanging out lapping up the trickle of blood from your thumb.

“Coach…Mr. Suh..” you gasp, jerking your wrist. His large palm encasing you completely leaving you with no room to budge. “It’s…it’s okay..I..”

“Saw your little movie you know.” He goes on speaking over you. Dragging the tip of his tongue up and down. Gaze boring past yours, never breaking contact. “It’s no wonder you’re walking around getting into trouble like this. Fucked so stupid, surprised you can even stand up after that.”

Your jaw hangs, humiliation draining through your face. Coach Suh only taking your moment of shock to suck down the entirety of your thumb. Lips swallowing down to where your fingers align. Teeth tug at your flesh with every pull. Your eyes water, burning from the heat rising up your cheeks. The vulgar display too much after hearing he’d watched you. Saw you tossed around like nothing but a..

“Slut.” He finishes, kissing over the cleaned off cut. “Letting all of those guys fuck and use you like that.”

“I..”

“I thought I taught them better than that.” His lips move over the cut, stinging. Dizzily stirring your thoughts around. Sultry eyes stare down at you as if he already owns you. “Never let your opponent win.”

“It’s not like that..” you try to defend yourself. Not that it mattered anyway, Johnny didn’t actually care. “Who showed you?”

“That’s not important. We need to get this properly sealed up.” Johnny observes your thumb, still bleeding profusely. Waving off your curiosity. Pouting his lower lip in ridicule. “Poor baby, it hurts doesn’t it?”

“Coach..” you squirm, taking a step back. A hopeless attempt to calm yourself.

“Shh shh..” Johnny’s cheek wrinkles to one side. He has to bend in to meet you at eye level. Tilting his chin in to keep you rendered docile under an intense gaze. “You always want it to hurt. Beg me to keep going even when you’re crying? Biting back those pretty screams for me until your lips look raw?”

A pitiful garbled sound jumps from your throat. Johnny quick to cradle the back of your head. Almost too gently, cooing as you arch forward into his torso. Clutching at his sides for some sort of traction. Reality fleeting the longer he speaks. Older, wiser, too suave and mature compared to what you’re used to. Johnny knew how to control your strings, turn you into a pile of putty off mere words.

“Nothing to say already? So soon?” Long eyes blink down at you with a mocking glint. The perfect person to lead a team to victory. Strategic and observing, picking up on weaknesses and strengths off body language alone.

Johnny knew from the first time you’d met from the way your breath hitched how he’d affected you. Hiding a knowing smirk with a charming smile. Raking your figure with a conspiring look. Asserting an almost sweet dominance with the way he controlled any conversation. The vibrato in his vocals lowering whenever he spoke only for you.

It was chance, fate, or Johnny figuring out your class schedule through some eavesdropping. Bumping into him abruptly as you raced to your car. An apology that swerved into smoky thinning eyes, faint fingertips on your skin. Johnny was 29, experienced, too enticing to pass up the chance for more. As he expected when you’d agreed to ‘hanging out’ that night, and many more.

“Fuck..” you manage to utter. Earning a displeased click of his tongue. The palm splayed at your nape jostles you a bit, enough to make your brain rattle. Emptied already, filled with blood pumping in a rage through your chest.

“Is that how you talk to me?” He tuts, turning you around too fast. Sure enough to lose your balance and fall right on your face without his hold. A lick of whisper traces a path down the shell of your ear- “You know better than to use language like that with me. I’m not one of those stupid little boys you fuck around with when you’re bored.”

Drool gathers at the corners of your lips, too embarrassing to suck down. Johnny’s deep voice travels over your spine, passing through your gut. Releasing rapid shots of dopamine better than any high. That’s what he did, that’s what he was best at.. winning, getting his way. Control, manipulation, pulling strings on a puppet. Losing never really felt like a loss with Johnny.

“I’m sorry, coach I-.. I’m sorry.” Your vocal chords tremble. Maneuvered through the dugouts hallway leading to the locker rooms. Johnny presses your front to the wall, clear in the open where anyone can catch you. Thick girth nudging at your backside. Squatting a knee, he shoves between your thighs from behind. Forced to mount his flexing muscle, a burly arm circles your ribcage. Lifting you with ease to straddle his thick thigh comfortably.

“Actions speak louder than words. You’re sorry?” Johnny blinks slowly. It’s all just to further fuck with your head. Get you sloppy and stupid how he likes. “Then show me how sorry you are.”

“Fu-..” your lips purse into a thin line. Johnny really emphasized how ‘ladies’ never use such foul language. That was ‘childish bullshit’, you want something? Then use your words correctly. Speak up, put on a real show for him. “Johnny..”

The sound of his tongue clicking along the backs of his teeth accompany a shake of his head. Grabbing a hold around your jaw, jerking your neck back to look at him. Trapped between the wall and his body covering your entire frame. “I won us that game. It’s coach today.”

His thigh nestled between yours bounces up, manipulating you to grind down. Wet panties cling to your core, pushing down with an experimental roll of your pelvis. His nose buries against your cheek, nodding with approval. Flexing his muscles between you for assistance.

“Rubbing your little cunt on me like some brainless whore.” He starts mumbling, patting your chin roughly upon releasing you. Large hand skimming down beneath your casual summer dress. He seethes underneath, tracing up and down the crevice of your ass. Pressing kisses over your cheek with his speech- “Do you even know how wet you are already? It’s leaking right through my uniform. You’re worse than some dumb slut aren’t you? Good for nothing but taking cock.”

“Uh-huh” you stammer out, lacking the brain cells to form anything coherent anymore. Johnny’s hardened size digging into your lower back distracting you from forming any real thought. Frothing at the mouth, such a mess already. Begging for more with a fiercer swivel of your hips. Clit dragging against your underwear roughly as you move faster.

“You want more. You need more.” Johnny says adamantly. Collecting wetness spilling from your entrance. Thick digits trail back and forth. Meanly teasing at your hole, enough to feel your heat pulsating. “You want everything. Greedy little slut is what you are.”

He sniggers, tracing your rim with wet fingertips. Satisfied by the breathy hiss you let out, working back faster into his touch despite the areas evident swelling. He almost pities you, recalling how Jaemin had taken it out on you in the video.

“That hurts doesn’t it baby?” Johnny croons softly. Deliciously rubbing around your rim in succession with your incessant grinding. “But that’s how my little pain slut likes it..”

“Ugh..f-..” you muffle the string of curses attempting to escape. The idea of Coach Suh punishing you with another hour of edging was more than enough to contain yourself. Your palm smacks against the wall, hissing from the burn of your cut brushing along the plaster. Vibrant streaks of blood stain in their wake, catching Johnny’s attention.

“You gonna cum like this? Like my good slut. Fuck yourself faster on me, you can do it.” He rasps, tangling a hold in your hair. Encouraging you with a jerk of his thigh. His digits lower back to your pulsing hole. Sleek movements get him knuckle deep.

Gasping on a choked breath as your eyes roll up. Bouncing down on his thigh with speed, stimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves at a needier pace. Johnny continuing to murmur praises through your first orgasm.

“That’s it.” Hot lips press a trail of kisses along your neck. Settling you to stand up straight and catch your breath.

He lifts you with ease, as if you weigh nothing to him. You duck into his chest as he kicks through the locker room, expecting to be met with a bunch of sniveling bratty faces. Steam clouds and a familiar pitter-pat of water droplets hitting tile floor fills the entire room.

Johnny walks the pathway to his office, not even bothering to glance around for any curious bystanders. He sets you on your weak ankles upon entering, shoving open the door with his shoulder.

“Sit down.” Johnny says, earnestly. Nodding ahead to his chair. You stand, paused, unable to rip your eyes away from the very open blinds. Blinds meant to cover a window facing toward the entire locker room. Pondering how Coach Suh could have had quite the view if he hadn’t already left for the day. You chew at your lower lip, shifting around nervously.

“But..”

“Don’t make me repeat myself. You know I don’t like when you don’t listen to me.” Johnny comes up behind you. Chest flush against your back until you begin to step further in. The shutting click of his office door following suite.

It’s not much of a shove at your shoulder that has you planted in his fancy work area. An expensive leather chair, ergonomically equipped for long hours spent seated. Planning out tricks and techniques to ensure the opposing team never saw them coming. Johnny the real mastermind behind a continuously successful team.

He starts unbuttoning his uniform slowly. Divots of defined abdomen peaking between the opening garment. Meticulously unveiling faint marks of now barely there scratches. The last time you’d hooked up had been a couple of weeks ago. Enough time to heal over the areas on his hips you’d dug your nails into.

His shoulders drop, shimmying off the sleeves. Hovering above your awestruck gaze. Cock twitching in response to how you always seemed at a loss for words in his presence. Obsessed and weak, re-evaluating your life to dedicate everything to him.

He slinks down onto his knees. Leaning back proudly showing off the physique he works hard for. Taking a hold of your wrist to drag your limp fingers down the center of his chest. Smug smirk growing, taking in the rapid pace your breasts rise at. Sucking down air on a choked breath, letting you trace over the lines of defined muscles down to his navel.

“It’s been too long..” Johnny winks, passing your hand across the faded marks adorning his pelvic bone. “Miss catching fresh traces of you over my skin.”

He reaches for a drawer nearby, long arm flexing. Bicep contracting delectably, biting down on your lip harder with anticipation. Johnny pulls out a first aid kit, returning his attention to your other hand.

“Ah, look at this mess.” He mumbles to himself. Cradling your wrist gently to get a good look at your thumb. Cleaning up the now dried blood that made its way down to the middle of your forearm. His brows furrowed in concentration, handsome as ever even under hideous cheap lighting.

He makes it look simple, covering your wound with gauze and tape. Gazing up with a pleased smile- “All better?”

Johnny tugs your bandaged thumb to his mouth. Passing you over slow enough to catch on little lines between the skin of his lips. Blinking up curiously, he whispers, deep and low- “Or does it hurt anywhere else?”

You nod, controlling yourself to not act over eager. Parting your thighs open, giving him a full visual of your drenched underwear. Johnny sighs. Licking up your inner thigh with an intense gaze trained on you. A practiced gaze that always worked to weaken his opponent.

“Hurts here? Doesn’t it?” His forehead wrinkles in question. Pouting a press of his lips against your hole. He sucks on the material with vigor, moaning at the essence dribbling down his throat.

“H-hurts..s-so much..” you nod, writhing up to meet his mouth working over your covered mound. Tongue sinking in, shoving the strained fabric into your hole. He slurps obscenely, rolling his eyes shut as if you taste too savory to not fully enjoy. “Ah, Coach, please. Need more.”

Johnny nibbles down on your clit, pinpointing exactly where it is. Making you twist up with a suppressed shout. He nuzzles in, growling through his chest. Ripping your underwear off in one go, face burying back between your thighs full of hunger. Tongue gathering the wetness sopping onto his chair. He groans, rubbing his nose around your clit. Repeatedly landing kisses on your convulsing entrance. An apology for what was about to take place.

“Are you that desperate for me?” He mouths over your cunt. Engulfing you entirely, laving his tongue all over. Breaching inside with a pointed wiggle until your thighs tremble around him. His nose huffing at the top of your mound as you ride out another climax. Falling back bonelessly into the seat. Dizzy from heavy lungs making it harder to breathe.

“Yes yes, please! N-need it, need you!” You whimper, wheezing for air.

“Wanted to get fucked so bad didn’t you?” Johnny pecks over your clit. “Doesn’t even matter whose dick it is. Such a nasty slut.”

“No, no no!” You whine, grabbing onto his broad frame. Johnny squatting, scooping you up from your bottom. Setting you on the edge of his desk. Pulling at your dress until you’re nothing but exposed flesh. Surprised you’d even had a pair of panties on to begin with. Too slutty for that from what he’d come to learn.

His hands wrap around your thighs, tingling all over with a harsh press of his fingertips. You glance up over his shoulder, noticing sets of eyes watching you through the parted blinds. Some look familiar, too familiar. Especially as a camera flashing through the glass brightens up the cloud of darkness masking smiles. Bright teeth, a mischievous curled up mouth, that had to be Jaemin..

“Coach, the blinds..” you mention again, blinking rapidly. Dropping your face to hide in his shoulder. Skin aflame from bubbling excitement, or embarrassment. Most likely both.

Johnny props you to sit up straight, cupping your jaw until you’re blinking up at him under the fluorescent office lights. The gleam making it all the more difficult to keep your heavy eyelids from drooping down further. He slaps at your cheek, hard enough to have you hissing. Biting back a sound of pain, a risk he may stop if you let it out. Johnny never really wanted to hurt you, no more than you wanted him to.

“They stay open. A pretty thing like you needs to be seen. On full display, give the boys a real reward for winning today.” Johnny grins, bumping the tip of his nose against yours. “Besides, you love that. So pathetically desperate for your loyal servants to worship you. I know you just love thinking about it later when you touch yourself. The way they all submit to you, wrapped around some invisible leash.”

“That’s not—“ Johnny interrupts you with another scoff. His mouth hovering right above yours, close enough to follow his words without listening.

“You’re thinking too much about it still.” He sounds upset now, convincing enough. Circling your windpipe with a large splayed out palm, he pecks you gently. Licking between your pressed lips for entrance. Impelling you to let him inside, in more ways than one. “You’re thinking too much.”

He mumbles between languid laps of his tongue. Easing your nerves, massaging through your hot greedy cavern. Thick lips that command dominance, spine held up only by the hand now gripping your throat. Stifling breaths pass, swallowed down by the much larger. A squeeze at your throat that reminds you how easily he can fuck you up, ruin you, if you allowed.

With a firm kiss, Johnny stares you down. Brown irises blown wide beneath bulky eyelids. Features sharp enough to cut you deep, as deep as the metal bench had earlier.

“So beautiful like this..” he smiles, a real smile. Trailing a finger along your cheekbone. “Head empty, nothing but a stupid hole to fuck, hmm?”

He’s fixated for a moment, toying with your loose neck. Tapping along the edges of your jaw and chin. Admiring the lost look in your gaze. He takes a hold of your cheeks, pushing your lips into a pout. Shaking your face side to side- “Nothing inside that pretty fucking head. You know why? It’s all mine. Can’t have it back until I’m done with you.”

He nods your head for you, cheeks glowing happily. With one last hard grip around your throat he tosses your arms over his back. Circling your waist, picking you back up. Cupping your ass in his large palms. You let out a sound of confusion, met with a chuckle. Johnny setting your bottom down on the tiny window ledge. It digs in uncomfortably, making you shimmy forward.

“Don’t move.” His tone drops back to a serious one. Keeping an arm wrapped around you as he shoves his bottoms off with the other. “You wanna cum on my cock don’t you baby? Be a good slut for me?”

You keep nodding, not fully understanding what he means. Johnny throwing your arms back over his frame to get you in position.

“Don’t let go.” His nose hits your forehead with enough force to bend your neck back. Cock drunk gaze staring up at him. Johnny’s chest rumbling loudly, reaching his own desperation.

He’s got you pressed up against the window. Your sweaty skin painfully pulling on the glass. Hoisting you up, he grabs around your thighs. Cock seething fully inside making the crown of your head knock back. Screaming more off the deep penetration than the throbbing passing over your skull.

“Your loyal following showed up.” He grunts. Lifting and lowering you on his length. Overwhelmed by his mass every time. Already too stupid and incoherent to understand anything he says. Amused laughter travels through window crevices.

Lights flashing behind you, illuminating all of Johnny’s working muscles. His chest glistens with a small amount of alluring sweat. Making it clear how hard this isn’t for him. Throttling your limp body up and down on his dick effortlessly.

“We’re gonna have a whole fucking collection of you by the time seasons over.” He stammers. Bending at his knees for extra power.

“C-cum, just wanna cum.” You whine, enraptured by the thick body in front of you. Feeling smaller than ever under his strength. “So fucking big. You’re so fucking big!”

Your mouth hangs open breathless, sputtering nonsense. Johnny tossing you up and down like nothing.

“So so s-so b-big..” you stutter between sucking at drool that won’t stop spilling from your lips. Dazed by the way Johnny reshapes your insides. Dazed by his flawless firm muscles. Displaying brute strength with each piston upward. Cries and whimpers escape you, kneading at his chest.

“Stuffing your slutty hole full just how you love.” Johnny growls disrupting your thoughts. Thrusting faster, pulling you from the ledge until your nails are burying into his collarbone. Cutting through his flesh as you scream.

Fucked thoroughly and precise, pussy clenching harder the longer he stirs your insides. Johnny’s hips snap roughly, muttering through exertion- “Wet, so fucking wet and tight for me. Taking all this big dick.”

“Ah! Johnny!” You let out a drawn out noisy whimper. Stiffening up when Johnny pierces in at a new angle. Shuddering in his hold as a powerful orgasm rips out. This one rendering you completely weak, full and empty.

He chokes on a breath, lower half coming to a still. Eyes fluttering through your convulsing heat. Just enough, listening patiently for your breathing to regulate

He turns, keeping you slotted on his length. Thigh muscles pronounced, bulging out ridiculously as he returns you to his desk. You fall back into a high arch, fucked up into again the second your ass meets table. Reaching around yourself for some type of purchase, something to keep you connected to reality. Lost in the sound of low guttural moans above you.

“I ca-can’t, can’t!” Your eyes crunch shut, gritting your teeth with a scream. Filled up to your belly button. You can feel Johnny’s size jabbing deep inside with each thrust. Spinning your mind further and further away.

He slaps at your cheek, snaking around your neck with a tough grip. Your eyes shooting open, coughing on dry air.

“Eyes on me.” He instructs, throwing his lower half into rapid action. Coughing up more, a burn of tears painting down your face. Steaming as they roll down your heated skin.

“Love that don’t you?” Johnny spurs on. Ruthlessly hammering his hips down. Wasting no time to chase his release. Jostled up his desk with each impaling thrust. “Fuck you so stupid. All you know is my cock baby. It’s all you can think about.”

His staminas insane, sounding hardly short of breath even as he throws your legs back. Adjusting your limbs over his shoulders to pin you down, keeping you in place with the weight of his merciless pistoning hips.

“Y-ye—can-can’t…too…s’too good..” you stutter, eyes rolling far back. Leaving nothing but the whites surrounding your pupils visible. “Cu-cum…again..g-gon, cum!”

He gives you no warning, no time to even get your garbled words out. Thumb slithering between your smashed together torsos. Johnny presses down on your clit with a growl. Rolling your bundle of nerves around roughly, biting through your gripping orgasm.

“That’s it pretty baby, cum around me just like that.” He grits. Fucking through your pulsing cunt. His ramming pace never slowing. Chest flexed as he grabs your ankles holding you down. Folded up in a complete half. Johnny letting out a throaty animalistic scream as his cum spills free. “Fuck fuck!”

His hips don’t falter, pushing hot spurts of cum deep inside your walls. Expeling grunts that sound near painful, earning another orgasm out of you through his messy thrusts. Cum trickles out under the sloppy slams of his hips. Smeared over your bottom and his desk.

“Coach..” your throats scratchy, coughing up as he finally begins to slow down. Delivering one more filthy thrust before drawing free. The lewd wet pop as he pulls out lighting a scorching heat under your cheeks. Johnny sighs, easing your legs down slowly. Cock nestling back inside still like a plug.

“Did so good, even if you lost, again. Good game as always. Valiant effort.” Johnny smiles, a comforting soft smile. Rubbing large palms up and down your sore aching thighs. “Ready to hit the showers?”

Next—> Haechan

@seuomo @unknown5tar @sunoosi @ahsshilee-me @jenoslutie @nc-teen @if-i-like-i-reblog @johnjaespeach @nohyuckieduckie @xxhoseoksie

[neo-shitty]

lurk — j.jh

prompt. “last thing that we should do is go slow.” — lurk, the neighbourhood

pairings. jung jaehyun x female reader

genre. smut, pwp, fwb!au (minors please do not interact)

warnings. *clears throat* jealous soft dom!jaehyun x brat-ish reader, making out, dirty talk, breast/nipple play, fingering, hair-pulling, public sex, clothed sex, praise kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, the world is overpopulated), aftercare :)

word count. 4.3k

notes. the amount of feedback the teaser for this received really knocked the wind out of my lungs. thank you! 

Often you wondered how you were never worried that the decisions you made landed you in more bad situations than good ones. You had an addiction to the thrills in life; an irresistible urge to dance with danger and when it came waltzing into your life in the form of Jung Jaehyun, you knew you didn’t have it in you to say no.

What little control you had over your impulses was snagged away from your loose crutch. Suddenly, you were controllable, in the vaguest sense possible. Jaehyun knew which strings to pull to trigger you, merely preying on your tunnel-vision for risk to have you do things in his bidding.

The change was unnoticeable and when the realization hit, you were already in too deep and it was far too late. Your false sense of control was forged upon a series of traps laid out by him, revolving around an external central point. You knew just as much as he did that you were wrapped around his finger — a lot more than you wanted to admit.  

Maybe your lack of resistance for the boy would lead to your inevitable demise someday, and maybe that day was closer than you thought. A million maybes crossed your mind when you brushed paths with him, about enough to make you wonder if there was ever any certainty whenever it came to Jaehyun.

It was how the escapades started; luring you in with the idea of being caught red-handed and you taking the bait every single time. Today wasn’t any different than the other times.

There was no better way to satiate your thirst than having it tied with risk and Jaehyun knew that better than anyone else. The deal you struck together was built on mutual desire and equal benefit, easy. Except he always chose the worst possible times.

Today, you were seated with your friends by the bleachers one second, cheering on your schoolmates as they played the field against the students from Busan, and in the next you weren’t. You had an iron grip on your arm, whisking you away from your place on the stands back into the direction of the main building. The hallways of the Institute were empty as they always were when you crossed them with Jaehyun, but they were more quiet today. Everyone was at the field, witnessing the game that would culminate this year’s Goodwill games between the two sister schools. 

“We’re missing the games, Jaehyun.”

Your voice echoed as you both slipped into the familiar enclosure of the third floor comfort room, shutting the heavy wooden door behind you. The school never bothered renovating much; so long as things were functional there was no need to have them replaced. The tiled walls screamed age, the marble surface lacking the luster it once had years ago. The mirror was littered with rust stains that looked like blood stains if you didn’t know better, irremovable, annoying. Stupid stingy admins, you thought, always spending money on the wrong things. It made you think of the many generations of sorcerers that graced the very same halls you perused now. And you wondered just how much filth these walls have been witness to since then.

It was quiet here, two floors up and away from all the festivities. You could hear someone commentating the game through the speakers but their voice was faint, blocked by the layers of walls between the open field. 

Jaehyun guides you into an empty stall, following you in after he’d made sure that no one else was around. He slips the lock shut behind him and only then does he pay attention to you. 

You caught him off guard. A quick levelled shove sent him backward, stumbling until his back hit the stall door with a heavy thud. The hinges creaked under his weight but the lock engaged and the door remained shut; the only one of all 8 stalls that didn’t swing open under pressure. You both learned that the hard way.

“What happened to staying quiet?” Jaehyun asked, staring down at you. Even with him pinned to the door, he was oozing with dominance and towering a few inches above you. When you looked up, you wanted nothing more than to wipe the stupid smirk off his face. 

But inside the stall, you were nothing but prey playing predator only because the latter let you. He was only cornered because he allowed it — because he was amused by it. You could see it in the glint behind his eyes. It wouldn’t take much for him to turn the tables around and you knew it.

Jaehyun was patient most of the time, but never during times like this. He leans down, capturing your lips before you could say anything — needy, hungry. It made the pit of your stomach come to life, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering about and tickling your insides. 

His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as you hooked your arms behind his neck. He pressed down on you harder in an attempt to deepen the kiss and you swear you taste your own blood on your tongue, chapped lips torn by the intensity.

You broke away to catch your breath. “You couldn’t have picked a better time to drag me here.” 

“Why?” Jaehyun cocked an eyebrow. “Did I interrupt you and your perfect little friends?”

The change in his tone goes unnoticed, clouded by your eagerness to feel his lips on yours again. You catch a quiff of the muskiness of his cologne, inhaling the mix of mint and smoke embedded on his skin. Jaehyun was intoxicating, the very embodiment of everything you were warned to stay away from. But you were never one to abide by their rules anyway. If they ever wanted you to steer clear of the boy, they should’ve told you to stay close to him instead and you’d probably end up doing the opposite just to spite them. 

The administration folk were old, close to dying at best, but to see they were wiser just because of age would be an overstatement. Their judgments have never modified with the twisting tides of time. The tactics to sneak around them and their laws have existed for generations, either they were oblivious or being ignorant. But it was loopholes in the system that allowed for moments like these. If you were caught red-handed, what rules could they punish you from?

Then you remembered. The thought came crashing into your mind, enough to knock you out of your daze. You pushed yourself away from Jaehyun, gasping. “The cameras outside. They’d see us coming in.”

Jaehyun held your gaze but didn’t mirror your worry. “You’re worried about that? How cute. What happened to my fearless little girl?” A deep warm chuckle escaped his lips before he pressed a light kiss on your nose. He ran a hand down your spine, resting on the small of your back as he gently pulled you closer to him while the other trailed down your frame, tugging on the pleats of your skirt. 

You felt his breath fan your ear.  “Know someone else who’ll be coming today?”

He watched your pupil dilate when he gripped your ass, massaging it until you were pressed flush against him. Your eyes went frantic for a moment, staring everywhere else just to avoid the heaviness of his gaze. His fingers traced circles on your skin, spreading tingles rippling across your skin as he moved to your thigh. 

Your thighs close on impulse, but Jaehyun had his leg slotted between — keeping yours apart for his hand to explore. He pressed his palm against your clothed heat, the moment of contact eliciting a pathetic whimper from you. There was little to no pressure in his touch; he was merely running his hand over the fabric, ignoring the stain and the throbbing that ensued beneath.

“Jaehyun,” you breathed, arousal pooling with every brush of his finger. 

“What’s with you denying me in front of your friends? Does getting involved with me ruin your reputation so much?” His voice was serious, pulling you out of your stall-sized utopia. 

You gave him a glance as you shook your head, “No, it’s just—”

“Just what?” He asked and your mind reeled to come up with a coherent answer. “You think that blonde’s better than I am?”

His words hung in the air, allowing you a moment to piece one detail with another. You remembered your proximity with Johnny earlier, the stubborn blonde who loved orbiting around you — mainly to brag about his riches you didn’t give a fuck about. There was nothing going on between you and him. Not in your eyes, anyway. 

Jaehyun was stoic, narrow eyes fixated as you came up with an answer. Jealousy, you wanted to assume. But when had he ever thought of you beyond a play thing he could use when he felt like it. As far as you knew, you were free for all. 

Your fear receded, replaced with an urge to spite him.

“What if he is?” you replied, a smirk tugging at your lips as you looked up to him.

If Jaehyun was hurt by it, he didn’t show it. He retracted his hand, the sudden loss of contact leaving you yearning for more. “Why don’t you go tell Johnny to get the job done?”

It took you a moment to recover when he pushed you off him. You stumble backward, the back of your legs hitting the edge of the toilet. 

“Relax, I was kidding.” You said teasingly, grabbing hold of his arm before he could reach for the door’s latch. 

He swatted your hand away with ease. “Sure you were.”

You sighed, exasperated. “Jaehyun.”

But you were cut off when his hand cupped your mouth, muffling your voice. You staggered backwards, your back hitting the tiled wall of the bathroom stall. You thank the school for making their stall separators cemented walls instead of the regular ones you saw in public establishments. You were small in comparison to Jaehyun; your position put you in place. His eyes were elsewhere, staring at the top of the cubicle as if something was going to jump out any moment now.

Then you heard the voices. They weren’t coming from inside the women's comfort room but from the other side of the wall — from the men’s comfort room. You sighed, in relief this time, but Jaehyun kept his hand over your mouth. If their voices could be heard from here, then they could very much hear you from there if you spoke loud enough. Even with the knowledge of them being further away than you expected, you could still hear your heart pounding in your ear. It was the thrill you always came for, the excitement riling you up further than you already were. 

The boys didn’t take long, their voices eventually fading into the distance as they left. 

You grabbed Jaehyun’s arm, lifting his hand off your face and snagging his attention back in the process. You took hold of his hand, guiding it to your chest — giving your own breast a squeeze through his palm. “Have I ever mentioned that you’re 10 times hotter when you’re jealous?”

Jaehyun stared at you for a moment, scoffing when the realization kicked in. He fell right into the trap you put up. “Was that your goal all along?” He asked, but he never gave you the opportunity to reply.

His lips crashed into yours, relentless in his assault. His hands weaved through the buttons of your uniform, undoing them as he went, until he had access to the skin beneath. The contact made your whole body heat up, your folds drenched and your underwear moist. 

He took the moment to grope your breast, kneading it in his hand before pinching your nipple between two fingers. You squirmed, the sensitivity sending a jolt through your system, and it sent you moaning into the kiss. He slipped his tongue into your opened mouth, lapping against your own tongue as he explored every crevice of your tongue. He left your top unbuttoned, flaps of your uniform open to give him a view to die for.

Jaehyun left your lips to trail kisses down your jaw, nibbling and sucking on the places he’d been, until he settled on your neck. His hands trailed their way down again, hiking up your skirt as they did earlier. He slipped a hand between your thighs, rubbing you through the thin fabric. Your arousal leaks, minutes of pent up teasing becoming too hard to bear.

He pulled your underwear aside, a string of your arousal clinging to the inner cloth. Putting some distance between the both of you, he pulled away from your neck. You were too lost to notice — or if you did, you chose not to show it. Your jaw goes slack and you breathed out a moan as his fingers swiped your folds, brushing the sensitive bundle of nerves as he went. He could feel you quivering, legs shaking as he rubbed slow circles against it.

“You like seeing me jealous this much?” Jaehyun teased, but you were too lost in pleasure to utter a coherent answer so you settled for a nod. “Is that so?”

He pushed a finger in, the sting of the intrusion making you wince. Your walls sucked it in, tight as you always had been, until his finger was buried to the hilt. He slowly pulled it back, dragging along your walls and sending jolts pulsating through your system. Your mouth hung open, eyes shut, breathing sporadic. He slotted another finger in, planting kisses on your forehead as he scissored them inside you. 

Your breathing hitched as he stretched you out but the pain was overcome with pleasure. Every time he buried his fingers in, you urged him to go deeper. Jaehyun’s habit of slowly pulling out to thrust back in was maddening but you never asked him to stop. He picked up the pace; fingers thrusting faster and soaked with your arousal, the squelching sound bouncing off the walls of the stall.

“Jaehyun, please,” you whispered, catching his eye when he pulled away from peppering you with kisses.

Through the blur of your eyesight, you thought he was nodding. 

Jaehyun smiled, you could make out that much. “Look at you begging like you deserve it.” His words made your face burn with embarrassment. You felt more pathetic than you looked. “Do you deserve it?”

You didn’t answer, but your lips were parted solely to level your breathing. 

“Words, baby,” Jaehyun demanded, slowly pulling his fingers out of you..

You reached up to grab his arm, grip tightening as rubbed circles on your nerves. “No,” you croaked, “No, I don’t but—”

“But what?”

When your eyes fluttered open, he was staring down at you — eyes clouded with lust beneath his hooded eyelids. “Please,” you pleaded. “I need you.”

It was almost impossible for him to resist smiling. No matter how many times he witnessed you in a state that was seemingly exclusive to him, he never got used to it. You, someone the higher ups feared to be uncontrollable, folding under his influence. 

Jaehyun drew his hand back, the lack of contact once again eliciting a reaction from you. He tilted his head, “Turn around and bend over.”

You followed. He undid his belt, tugging his zipper down along with his boxers. He was riled up alright, he wondered how he’d managed to keep it in for so long; even having it in him to ‘walk away’ when he clearly had a growing problem in his pants. Substance leaked out of the slit, coating the mushroom tip in a crown of white. 

You were already bent over, the pleats of your skirt resting on your back giving him a clear view of your ass and glistening folds. He swiped his fingers through your folds again, tucking your underwear to the side while his other hand stroked his shaft. 

He brushed you with his tip, dipping into your hole only to pull back out coat himself with the arousal between your folds.

“For the love of God, can you get on wi—”

You never got to finish your sentence as he pushed himself in, the rest of your words were lost to a moan. A groan rumbled up his throat, the tightness familiar but still overwhelming. You fell quiet as he buried himself in, mouth hanging open and breathless.

“You were saying?” Jaehyun asked between breaths. You didn’t answer, too busy adjusting to his girth. 

Your heartbeat hammered in your ear, pounding long before Jaehyun did. The intrusion wasn’t new, but it still took you a while to get used to the stretch. Jaehyun slowly pushed himself in, the entirety of his shaft splitting you in half. He thrusted, surging you forward as he buried himself as deep as he could. It knocked the air out of your lungs, you could feel the lightheadedness settling in.

Then he pulled out without warning, slowly as he always did. Your walls tightened with his retreat, only to be torn back open when he thrusted back in. He dragged it out just as long as he did with his fingers, easing you onto his cock before kicking it up a notch. His hands were on your waist, massaging your sides to comfort you but also using it as leverage when thrusting back into you. 

The thrusts racked through your system but it did nothing to bring you closer to your release — it still felt far away, still out of reach. And you were getting impatient.

“Any plans to go faster?” you asked and it sounded hilarious coming from someone who was already breathless.

“Not really,” Jaehyun answered and you looked back at him, glaring.

But before you could rebut with a snarky response, he thrusted back into you, knocking your own breath out of you. He started picking up the pace, making you hiss as he brushed against your walls. Teeth gritted, nearly breathless — the lack of oxygen in your system was only adding up to the build up. Finally, you could feel your release drawing closer with every thrust, with every bead of sweat that trickled down the side of your face. 

Jaehyun's fingers tangled into your hair, tugging your head and arching your back in an angle that allowed him to reach new depths.

“Fuck, Jaehyun,” you said through gritted teeth.

You were too lost in your chase for your orgasm that you were late to hear the footsteps echoing down the hall leading to the comfort room. The hard wooden door swung open, creaking loud enough to snap you out of your haze. You stilled, frozen until Jaehyun pulled you up. 

You stood in silence, back pressed against Jaehyun’s chest, as the sound of footsteps reverberated across the room. You could feel him throbbing inside you, in sync with the pulsing of your heartbeat. His hand clasped over your mouth again as other voices spoke over each other outside the walls. You could only pray they didn’t hear anything before they came in. Upon eavesdropping on their conversation, they didn’t seem to be bothered by anything. They went on and talked about the results of the quarters, giggling and laughing as they paced, oblivious of what had been ensuing before they came.

Behind you, Jaehyun shifted, pulling out before slowly thrusting back in. You turned your head, looking him dead in the eye — only to stare back into eyes that showed no fear, clouded by lust and glinting with the risk that came with it. Your breath hitched with every push, a tear occasionally dripping down your face as you bit back the urge to moan out loud. You clung onto the arm that kept you quiet; one hand digging nails into his flesh as he thrusted, the other resting on top of his hand as if two hands muffling your mouth would stop them from hearing your moans.

A knock on the door made you freeze, even Jaehyun. It was light, barely audible through the volume of your own heartbeat in your ear. The person on the other side tried the door, tugging on the handle but the door remained closed. 

You tugged down on Jaehyun’s hand, glancing at him to trust you. You mustered the most normal voice you could, as normal as someone with a cock buried deep within her could manage anyway.

“Stall’s occupied,” you said, thanking the heavens that your voice didn’t crack nor quiver under pressure.

You heard the other person back away. “Oh shit, sorry! Told you it was occupied. Come on, hold the door closed for me.”

They left you alone after but they didn’t leave as soon as the boys did earlier. Every second they spent there was agonizing for you. Your long dragged out release was making your head woozy, the occasional pulsing from Jaehyun didn’t help your case either. The only sound from the both of you was the heaviness of your own breaths, easily drowned out by the chatter outside the stall. Jaehyun pressed lazy kisses on your face and neck, feeling you tremble against him — eager for him to move faster but terrified of letting a moan out. 

It felt like forever passed before the voices started filling out one by one. You could hear them bidding goodbyes at each other, the room quieting as they left. If you weren’t mistaken, you even heard one shut the door behind them. Finally, silence again. 

Jaehyun loosened his grip on you, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips. “Good girl,” he cooed. “Where were we?”

He pulled out of you, turning you around so you were facing him — back pressed against the wall again. He parted your legs easily, his own release long drawn out for him to wait any longer. Next thing you knew, he was back inside you and your moans were drowned out by his kisses. He hooked an arm beneath your thigh, raising one of your legs to hit you at a better angle. You clung to him for strength, losing trust on your legs to hold you up. 

Jaehyun kept his lips glued to yours, thrusts coming faster in pursuit of his release. His thumb slips beneath your skirt, simulating your swollen nub. You broke away from him, head leaning against the cold tiled wall as you caught your breath. Black spots began to cloud your vision and your mouth hung open with every moan and breath. Your words don’t come, but you do.

“Go on, baby.” Jaehyun muttered through jagged breaths but you were already on the edge, your releasing rolling through your body with tremendous force. The leg that kept you rooted trembled violently as it washed through your whole system. 

Jaehyun doesn’t relent, fucking you in the same pace until he was on the edge of his own release. His thrusts went sloppy, panting heavily as he pushed himself to the final lap. He emptied his load inside you, smearing your walls with strings of his hot release before mixing with your own. You breathed out of sync, equally breathless and fucked out beyond what you thought was possible. 

He pulled out a few thrusts later, setting your leg back down, and with the emptiness came the sore aftermath of getting fucked senseless; your thighs cramping up and your lower abdomen contracting on nothing. You feel the mix of releases leak out of you, tugged by gravity as it down your inner thigh. 

It doesn’t escape Jaehyun’s eye, it never did. He ran a finger up your thigh, collecting the dripping substance before pushing it back inside you, making you wince — sore from the overstimulation.

“I need to sit down,” you said between breaths. Jaehyun stepped aside and you crawled to the shut toilet, fixing your underwear and your skirt before sitting on top. If you spent a second longer standing up, your legs would’ve given way. You sat in silence, waiting for the sensation to return to your legs and for your ears to stop ringing. 

Jaehyun plucked toilet paper out of the holder embedded into the wall of the stall, wiping his fingers clean before chucking the paper into the bin beside the bowl. He leaned back against the locked door, running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair. When you caught each other’s eye, still breathless, you burst out laughing.

He walked up to you, plucking a few other papers out of the roll. He folded them neatly to form a paper handkerchief, tapping on the beads of sweat prickling your forehead. You snagged it out of his hand, taking it upon yourself to clean yourself up. You felt nasty still, and you couldn’t wait to get back to the dorms and clean yourself.

“I know why I keep coming back to this cramped up space of a stall. It gets better every time,” he said before turning his back on you.

Jaehyun patted his pockets down in search of something, fishing it out moments later when he found it. He scanned the door in search of the tally. The admin never bothered repainting the doors no matter how bad the vandalism got, so you never worried about reinstating the tally. Even if they did repaint it, the depressions on the surface would be easy to trace. Jaehyun fetched the blade, carving another line beside the last one, marking the twelfth time you found yourselves inside the stall satiating each other’s irresistible bodily urges. 

“Think this would be the last time before we graduate?” you asked, reaching up to ask for a hand from Jaehyun. He tugged you up, legs still wobbly but not as bad as earlier.

Jaehyun shrugged, “I don’t know. Do you want it to be?” 

He glanced at you, and the smirk tugging on the corner of your lips was answer enough. You never said no to danger.

© neo-shitty, 2021

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"