#Gamer Friends

[jassy-kpop]

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Gamer fun

Warnings⚠️: MDNI !!!!! NSFW!!! doggie style, biting, mentions of getting high and drinking, spitting, choking, fingering ,aggressive fucking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), spanking, degradtion and hair pulling

Summery ✏️: You and Han are gamer buddies, they get super high and faded, and they end up saying "stuff" about each other and stuff ends up getting intense 😀 (friends to lovers ig ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯).

POV: 1st point of view readers pov 😝

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It's currently 12:03 on a hot summer night, it was so humid that no amount of air conditioning could help. The air felt sticky and smelled of sex, the neighbors were going at it again, but we didn't care, our top priority at the moment was getting faded and killing our enemies on Call of Duty.

Han had recently got out of the shower, so his hair was still damp, hell, there were still droplets dripping from it, but if anything, seeing how focused he was on the game made me so fucking horny .

"Han, why don't we take a small break, and drink some soju ?" I asked , without a care in the world, the week obviously affecting my , normally, clear thinking.

Han looked at me and raised an eyebrow, because he knew I wasn't much of a drinker. He just shrugged, sat down his controller and stood up, and ,of course, I followed. We went to his kitchen to search for soju, he didn't have any, but he did have vodka .

"Be careful, this stuff is strong," he said while pouring and handing me a vodka filled shot glass. I nod and then downed the alcohol, the burn it provided caused me to cough a little before putting the ,now , empty shot glass down ,only to find Han handing me a blunt he just rolled. "Do you want the first hit, Tits?"

"Of course I do, " I take the blunt from him and lit it, "also ,i thought i told you to stop calling Tits?" I took a long hit of the burning weed, while looking at him playfully.

"Can't help it when you have tits that good ,baby" he said, an obvious seduction in his tone. "I mean come on ," he scoffs, "you have the best boobs in town, and I mean hey, at least I'm not calling you 'slut' or 'whore'"

I rolled my eyes playfully and handed him the blunt for him to puff, " Jokes on you i find being called that hot, and if you keep calling me 'tits' ,I might just have to call you 'dick master' or some shit" I laughed

"At least I'd live up to the name" he smirks and I scoff.

"don't be such a dickhead, I doubt you're that good in bed. " I said sarcastically

"Don't believe me , Tits? Then I guess, I'll just have to show you. Ya up for it? I'll show you why you should call me that, baby" he said as he leaned closer to us, the smell of vodka and weed on his breath , heavily intoxicating. I couldn't help but press my thighs together, as the vodka and weed mix started to take over my mind.

"Fine, show me. Show me how 'good ' you are in bed.....but if you don't live up to your words, you have to buy me, new Call of Duty skins" I smirk, confident in my words.

"Okay, bet" Han had let out a gowl and pulled me by the arm and kissed me roughly. The wetness between my legs intensifies, and my clit started to throb with neediness, "fucking slut, I bet this is the only reason you came over tonight — all for little bit of cock? Fucking pathetic," he bends me over the island counter ,lifted my skirt and slapped my ass so hard that there was a red spot.

"Fuck!" I moaned ,I tried to bury my face into my arms but Han grabs me by the hair and lifted my head up and forced my mouth open, he spit in my mouth and it caused my pussy to gush with arousal.

"Swallow it , c'mon show me how much of a good girl you are Tits" he smirks sadistically, as i swallowed his spit before forcing my head onto the counter and ripping my panties off of my body. "Look at this sight," he coo'd " such a juicy fucking pussy, all this for me?" He licks his lips at the sight of my arousal dripping down my thighs.

" Yes, it's all for you, Han, just for you," I sighed out as he started to rub my clit, collecting my slick onto his finger and gently pushing one inside my awaiting hole.

"Such a tight pussy, baby— who knew a slut could be so tight? Lucky me" he says as he adds another finger to double my pleasure, my eyes rolled back as strained moans flew from my mouth with each curl of his fingers into my g-spot. A whine came from my throat as I inched closer to my orgasm, only for it to be ruined by him removing his fingers.

"W-why?! Please, p-please keep going, I-i was so close , Hannie!" I throw a little tantrum, as the knot in my stomach started to loosen.

"if you keep being a brat, then you won't cum at all, got it? " Han growled into my ear, and soon came the sound of clothes ruffling, and the sound of it hitting the floor.

"H-han? W-what are you —" he interrupts me by sliding inside me, fully bottoming out, his tip pressed against my cervix, "fuck!" I moaned in pleasure.

"fuuckk, even when I finger fucked you you're still so fuck'n tight" Han groans and started to gently grind his dick into, trying to get used to the vice like grip I have on him before pulling all the way out and slamming back in, gripping my neck with his hands as I let out strangled moans of pure pleasure with each hard thrust.

"H-han, fuck , you're cock— so b-big, big, oh my God!" Each thrust was so hard that the sound of his balls slapping against me filled the room, my eyes rolled back and drool started to drip from my mouth as he moves his hand from my neck back to my hair, he gripped my locks and pulled me back into him, my back arching, my lungs breathless, as his cock bullies my pussy .

"Yeah —fuck, I told you , you'd like it slut, going cock dumb on her friends dick, shit, this pussy is so good, i think i might just have to fill you up" he teases, his pace reaching an animalistic one, I tighten on him, my pussy trying to milk him for all he's got.

"Han, fuck, H-han, please, c-can't hold it back anymore, g-gotta cum ,please, please" I begged as tears of pleasure filled my eyes as the knot in my stomach grew tighter and tighter as his cock slammed into my cervix.

"Fuck, who would've thought my friend was such a a whore for cock — g-god mh— I'm gonna cum, fuck, where do you want it ,Tits?" Han asked while his cock started to twitch. His hand tightens in my hair, causing me to let out a breathless moan of pleasure.

"I-inside , fuck— please, please cum inside, I'm begging you please,* I moaned a slick drips down his cock and my thighs, "please, I-i'll be such a good girl for you" i moaned out.

Han groaned and with a few more harsh thrusts his hips stilled, "Fucking take it slut, take it all like the dirty bitch you are!" he moaned as he spills his load. The feeling of his warmth filling me caused me to cum, squeezing his cock hard, trying to milk as much of his cum as I could for my greedy pussy.

" Fuck that was amazing," Han moaned as he came down from his explosive high, "wanna go again?".

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[hey--kiss--me]

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I feel like this is going to be anti climatic for most lol. But hey if you play COD MW3 hit me up ! Can always use with some more gamer friends 💕💕💕

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Allow me to get sappy on my corner of the internet for a minute. Thanks.

This past week has been a struggle of emotion. Sadness and anger and tears. I didn't understand why. I thought it was one thing, but I know the reason now. Today is your birthday, and I find myself so deeply lost in the years we were friends.

It's been years since we last spoke, years since the final "gg's" after bashing our head against our keyboards trying to get a better rating. We had a hot streak, so we called it quits after 13 wins. We said our gg's, and we said, "Goodnight, same time tomorrow? See you then!" We left the game on a high since we were so close to 2k (which was a first for our team). We were on the verge, and it felt like the last 3 years working as 2 parts of a 3v3 team, that we were getting somewhere.

The death of a friendship is hard. It never ceases to amaze me how I can be living my life, and then I'm suddenly overcome with a reminder of you. It unveils a hurt that I thought I had long buried. It's a weakness that I let it even bother me. Yet, it wasn't just our time spent gaming that I mourn. It was the grade school years, the high-school years. All the laughs and hugs and let's go here and there. All the advice and the late night talks. It's over 10 years of friendship gone in the span of a night.

I know you, and I know you retreat when things get hard. I know it wasn't just me who you left that night. I know you are happy, though, and doing well, and maybe it was time for you to move on. Maybe our friendship was a stepping stone for your journey, and if it was, then I am so glad. I am so glad we met and I had that time with you. I might not have left a lasting impression, but you did. You are still talked about in the sphere of friends we shared. You were a fucking light Mario and you saved my life that night and I never told you.

I have always made it known that I will always be here for you. If it's a year from now or 50 years. You are and will always be one of my dearest friends.

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So the thing about c!Technoblade (I say, as if there is only one thing) but one thing about him that always sticks with me is the choice of his codename in the Syndicate.

Because at first glance, Protesilaus was the first bloodthirsty stab-happy warrior off the boat in the Trojan War, eager for battle, unheeding of death, which is one way to view c!Techno's character (how many times did characters view him as a resource or a weapon before or even after Doomsday, where he was literally screaming, "I'M A PERSON!").

And at second glance, he’s a willing martyr, who knew about the prophecy that the first man to land at Troy would be the first to die, and would rather it was him than his friends, which is another way to view him, one that seems closer to who he actually is ("leave Phil alone, just take me!", anyone?).

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Protesilaus is destined to be the first of his comrades to die by immovable fate, but also Technoblade never dies, which means that none of his comrades will, either.

He made it a promise. "I won’t die, therefore the gods will have no choice but to let all my friends live."

By something as simple as choosing a name, c!Technoblade (who for months was wary of identifying who his friends even were, especially after what the Butcher Army did to Philza, whose only crime was being his friend) told everyone in the Syndicate that if harm came to them, it would be because he was already dead, and that he never intended to let either of those things happen.

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[chuuowos]

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Best friend!Retro-gamer!Yandere x Fem! Or Transmasc!Reader

"My Player Two"

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, bullying, masturbation, cum play, begging, general perversion, dry-humping.

(AN: Merry early xmas or equivalent holiday, guys! I have given you all the present of rising from the grave to deliver some submissive yandere horny thoughts.)

A gentle tug shakes you out of your thoughts, making you sit up quickly and turn your attention to your friend, Lewis.

The curly haired brunettes tongue just barely pokes out between his lips, thick coke-bottle glasses slipping off his nose. He's trying his best to play his video game, whilst also keeping one hand on your shoulder. "Hey, I asked you somethin'!" He says, not glancing away from the screen.

"Sorry, just zoned out. Whatcha need?" You tilt your head and adjust your posture when he puts the hand from your shoulder back onto his controller.

"I was telling you that I think I'm real close to beating my Galaga score at the arcade on 54th. Real close to getting my initials up on that screen."

"That's great, Lewis. I'm glad all that practicing with your hands is paying off." He blushes at the encenuation. "You know, if you'd like you could come and see me, when I get that high score. It'd be pretty great." He grabs an old plastic cup by the side of his bed, handing it to you with a shake.

"I've even got a few coins for you, if you want them. Maybe we could play a couple rounds side-by-side, or I could use them, and get you a slushie or something from the prize counter." He looks at you hopefully, with large eyes. You giggle, and reach out to adjust his glasses, pushing them back up his nose. "Sure, Lewis. I can bring my own coins though how much you covet those coins." He chuckles.

The clock chimes 9:00 and your head whips over to see the time. "Oh, geez. I gotta get out of here, Lewis, I've got classes in the morning." He pouts a little, trying to think of a reason to get you to stay a little longer.

"Hey, maybe you could sleep over, just borrow one of my shirts. I'd hate to make you go home, plus I've got food here." He stands. You shake your head as you fumble around for your stuff.

"I can't Lewis, thanks though, I'll see you soon, okay? Uh, call me when you plan to go to the arcade, alright."

"Okay, goodnight then, Y/N..." he watches wistfully as you leave, trying to resist the urge to pull you back for just a few more minutes. He'd give you soda, or some more snacks. Lewis is hesitant to let anyone touch his controllers, but if you wanna play two player, he'll allow it, you'd just have to promise to be gentle. He knows you would be though, your always so gentle. With him, with animals and other people, (though he wishes it was him mostly.).

Lewis has never been popular at your school, it was bad in elementary, and only got worse when the social politics of high school kicked in. He was scrawny, freckled, and loved anything geeky. He was bad at sports and an only child, making him a little socially inept. He didn't care though, he may had wanted someone in elementary to play with, or in sixth and seventh grade to be his friend, but by eight grade year, it didn't matter. That's when he met you. Sweet, perfect you.

You were immediately popular at school. You were friendly, attractive, and outgoing, everything he tried and failed to be. Becoming your friend changed everything for him. He was still bullied and picked on, but it didn't matter. As long as you saw him as worthy, he was happy. His parents even stopped goading him about going out more, once they saw he actually had a friend, which just led him to have more time to stay indoors, with you and his consoles.

He lays on his bed thinking about how much you've meant to him, having set his controller aside, when he realizes the scent of your shampoo is still lingering on his pillow. You smell so good, and there's still a warm patch from where your laying.

"No... fuck." He whines, feeling his cock twitch to life from under his jeans. He runs a hand through his hair, fighting shame and carnal need. He quickly pokes his head around his blinds, making sure his parents aren't home yet. After deciding the coast is clear, He locks his door and gets under his bed, digging around for his book. Eventually, he finds the family photo fromthe christmas card your family sent his last december, just a couple months ago. He feels so dirty for jerking it to your family photo, especially considering your other family members pictures are on the page, but all the cute Polaroid pictures he has of the pair of you are still developing, and he really needs to look at you right now.

Normally, he'd just just turn on the adult late night channels, but he heard from some of the guys at school that usage of those channels are starting to reflect on cables bills, and he'd rather not get his TV taken.

In a moment of desperation, he kisses your photo once, before taping it up to his headboard, and grabbing the nearest pillow. Even though it's not you, and his cock desperately needs to be free from his jeans, he wants to make it romantic. He straddles the pillow, pretending in his head that this isnt weird at all, it's just.... practice for if, no, when he convinces you that he can provide reasons for you to love him.

"Y/N..." he huffs, looking down at the pillow and trying not to think about how embarrassing he's being. "I like you so much, I do, and I need-" he rolls his hips. "I need to be in you, I do." He tries to imagine what you might say.

"I know, i-its my first time too, but it'll be really good. I'll make sure I make you feel good, and I'll go really slow, even if I want to speed up." He begins undoing his pants. "You know, you thought you were being funny, making that dirty joke about practicing with my hands, but I bet some of that dexterity might carry over?" He chuckles, before groaning as he kicks off his boxers. "Stupid, that was stupid. Don't say that when this is a sure thing."

He looks down at his freckled dick, the tip red and leaking, slightly bulbous. He's pretty thin, but a decent length. He's sure if he figured out the right way to use it, he'd make you feel amazing. He's know you'll make him feel amazing.

"I'm gonna put it in now, okay? Y-yeah, yeah I'll go slow. Of course, I wouldn't hurt you or anything, unless you wanted that. I'd do anything for you." He groans, before rubbing his tip against the pillow and pumping his hips slowly. He pants, glasses fogging up.

"S' really good, not just on my dick but... but having you up against me, feels so nice to hold you." He clutches the pillow like a life preserver while he ruts away into it, whispering and panting praises and assurances to it.

"Gonna cum, god, I-I feel it coming. I wanna be a good guy, and pull it out but-" He moans. "You feel so good, I can't." He imagines in his head your on the pill, maybe for cramps, but... maybe just for him. "I-I can cum inside you? Really? Go's, yeah, yeah. Okay, I'll do that. I'll give it to you, and I'll clean you up right after I- shit." He can feel himself losing control at the thought of ruining you, the sight of his cum leaking out of your holes. He moans loudly, though it choked back and emotional enough it sounds like more of a cry. Thick, white cum comes out in strings, all across the crisp white fabric of his pillowcase.

Once that post-nut clarity hits, he groans. How could he be so stupid? This pillow had to be cleaned now, and that would wash out all the remnants of your scent. He sighs as he chucks the pillow case into his laundry basket, and tucks his spent cock back into his jeans. Wiping off his fogged up glasses, he looks at the photo of you again, taking it down from his bedframe. He leans back against the headboard as he looks at it.

"M'so in love with you, I wish I had the guts to say it. I play the hero all day, everyday in my games, why can't I just be like them. Strong enough to get the girl, and keep her. Not jerk off to a pillow and a family photo." He tucks it back under his bed. He'll impress you, he's just gotta find a way.

Several days later, you got a call from Lewis to meet him at the arcade. Grabbing your keys, you head out.

Upon arriving, you enter, and see Galaga. Huh, Lewis's initials were already on the leaderboard! He must've won before you showed up. Heading outside, you hear grunting from an alleyway. Concerned, you peek around the corner, and gasp.

"Hey!" You yell, running up. The two punks who were standing over your battered friend turn there heads, only to snicker. It's two boys from you and Lewis's class.

"Oh, Y/N, perfect timing. This geek was getting taught a lesson." The jock snickers.

"What is your problem? He didn't do anything to you guys!" You push past them to try and help Lewis up, but he looks mortified to see you. "N-no, no Y/N, don't-"

"Yeah, he didn't do anything to us, it's about what he did to you, or maybe, what you did to him." You turn around, and Lewis pales. "What're you talking about?" Your brows furrow.

"This geek has been in that shitty arcade all day, playing that game. When he beat his high score, he started dancing like a little girl. We laughed at him, and he started going off. Yelling about how he didn't need our approval, and he wasn't upset. He had something we couldn't take from him. We asked him, and he said it was you." You tilt your head.

"Yeah, man. We knew this creep had been following you around for a while, but we didn't know he thought you were friends. We said we didn't believe him, and he got so upset he started claiming he was your friend, that you loved each other. Even, heh-" The two laugh. "Even that he fucked you."

"W-what?" You gasp and look at him. "Lewis?"

"I'm so sorry, I... I needed them to believe we were close, that you did care." He blubbers, reaching our weakly to your blurry form, glasses broken.

"He got graphic with it, too. Talked about condoms and taking you from behind up in his bed, since it isn't true, the little perverts been fantasizing about it for a while. If nothing else, we did you a public service, shutting this creeps mouth." The taller jock says, trying to put a hand on your shoulder.

"Don't touch them!" Lewis screeches, blindly lashing out, weakness replaced by a moment of fury. "Jesus, he's crazier than we thought. Need us to walk you home?" The jock winks. You shake your head vehemently.

"Just go." You say coldly, not turning to face them. "Whatever, bitch. Don't blame us if this sicko does something to you." Only you and Lewis are left in the alley now.

"Y/N..."

"Don't, Lewis." You snap, making him recoil into himself. "I trusted you, you were my friend, h-how could you say such lewd things about me?" You ask.

"I-I didn't meant them to be leed, I was just angry. I mean, I would like to do that stuff with you, but it'd be romantic! I'd never try and defile you or something shitty like that. Just please, can we go back inside?" He begs. "I'll get you that slushie like I promised!"

You shake your head. "I... I need some time to process all this, Lewis. I think it's best if we don't see each other for a bit." His face falls. Despite what's happened, you almost regret what you said. He looks broken.

He kneels before you, on the ground. "Y/N, no, please. Your my only friend, my best friend, I'm sorry! I'll never talk like that again, I'll do anything to make it up to you! I-I take hormone suppression pills, o-or... I don't know, take an abstinence pledge, just don't leave. Your my everything, my best friend-"

You've already left the alley when he looks up. A few game tokens lay scattered, meant for you but having been lost from his pockets during his beat down.

"No... you're supposed to be my player two..."

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