#NEWER STYLE TOO ITS GORGEOUS IN ITS COLORS

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ginjaninjaowo's older style is what i want for my art especially with how expressive their bodies and poses were all while having porptions i love GOSH how they seprate limbs and just draw them ough can you tell ive been admiring them for years

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The Big Tease | bfd!harry

*photo is for t-shirt placement visual only. please picture who you like as reader.

best friend's dad!harry x reader - forbidden relationship au

Summary: based loosely on this request - Harry comes to your place to make sure you're taking care of yourself and you find that as hard as you try to tease him, he's not giving in to you and then some high emotions are exposed.

Word Count: 7.8k words

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, angst, age gap, cheating

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You tried not to feel guilty about what you were doing with a married man. Your best friend’s dad. It was hard when it came to keeping it a secret from everyone. Keeping it a secret from Fae.

“Where’d you get this?” Fae brushed her fingers over the pretty little bracelet Mr. Styles gave you a few nights before. It was gold with three round light-colored opals in the center and two round-cut tiny diamonds on either side. It was dainty and sweet and you knew it was expensive after googling the brand and finding the exact item available online and in high-end shops nearby.

“Ahh… my mom and dad got it for me a while ago. Just haven’t worn it in a long time. Forgot it about,” you lied with a shrug. Lying to her made you nauseous.

“Really? How could you forget about this? It’s gorgeous! Looks really pretty on you too,” she complimented and you frowned as you looked down at it.

You hated lying to your best friend. But what could you do? You certainly wouldn’t admit to your affair with her father. And of course, you weren’t quite feeling guilty enough to put an end to it either. Mr. Styles was the best you’d ever had and you were completely smitten with him.

When you two finally made it back to your apartment after shopping and eating and stopping at the ice cream shop for a treat you’d also forgotten all the lovely flowers you had sitting around your living room and kitchen.

It had also become a thing where you’d get the most exquisite bouquets delivered to you every Monday morning. Peonies, roses, phalaenopsis orchids, and gardenias all stuffed with hardly any filler. You knew the bouquets he was sending you were hundreds of dollars a pop. But they were breathtaking.

You quickly assessed in your mind whether or not you’d removed the cards from them which would have given everything away should Fae see. Unlocking your door and letting yourself in first you quickly glanced around and the freshest bouquet clearly still had its card poking out of it. You made a beeline across the room as Fae closed your door behind her and plucked the tiny card out, crumpling it in your hand, and then bent down next to the table to pretend you were doing something else.

“Those are so pretty, Y/n. Oh my god. Do you have a flower service or something?”

You had three bouquets placed around your living room. One was clearly old and some of the flowers were drooping, losing their vibrant colors, while the newer ones were full of soft pinks and purples, crisp white and cream…

“Yes. I decided to start treating myself to nice flowers every week.” You smiled. Another lie. You couldn’t afford a weekly delivery of these kinds of flowers and if Fae bothered to research how expensive bouquets like this were she’d have questioned you further. But luckily she didn’t.

The bracelet, the flowers, your glow… all things she noticed, could have been an indicator of a lover but as far as you could tell she hadn’t connected the dots. Or at least she didn’t voice it to you.

Of course, everything could be explained. But she was your best friend. If you weren’t more vigilant, she’d be catching on soon, you were sure.

.           .           .

The following day after a morning shift at the restaurant you arrived home and collapsed on your couch. It was exhausting. The restaurant was only open for breakfast and brunch on the weekend (where normally it’s only a dinner spot the rest of the week) and it was slammed. Mimosas, eggs benedict, fancy French tarts, and pastries, huge parties of people, music, guests nursing hangovers… The restaurant was well known for its weekend breakfast and brunch with bottomless mimosas and Bloody Marys. The clientele were usually upper-class folks who didn’t mind spending $35 for their mimosa and then only ordering 2 when they could have had as many as they wanted. A local creamery provided butter, yogurt, and milk for your special breakfast dishes, and a bowl of fancy yogurt and some in-house granola was $15. The cheapest food item on the breakfast menu. The cheapest item on the menu was a cup of black coffee, refillable. Unless you ordered the free tap water.

You got lucky to eat anything while you served breakfast. It was typically too busy to take a bite of anything. But the tips were excellent because everyone was usually in a great mood.

You were startled awake by your phone vibrating in your back pocket. You’d fallen asleep without even realizing you’d closed your eyes.

Pulling the phone out from under your body you realized it was Harry calling you (he normally didn’t call unless it was prearranged).

“Hello?” You sat up as you answered.

“Baby! I was worried. Are you okay? I didn’t hear back from you.”

Harry had a thing where he wanted you to text him when you got home from work to let him know you made it safely, even if it was a morning shift. He was always so worried about you but you kind of loved it.

“I’m fine. Sorry! I fell asleep as soon as I sat down on the couch. God, I’m so exhausted. Fae was here late last night and then I had the breakfast shift so I only had like four hours of sleep…”

“Hey, it’s okay. I was just worried. I texted you and then never heard back. Just started to panic. Have you eaten?”

You smiled and his soft deep voice made you feel so comfortable and safe, “I haven’t eaten yet. I had a bit at work but just passed out as soon as I got here.”

“So you’ve only had something to eat at work? It’s already dinnertime, Y/n.”

Harry did have a tendency to sort of scold you like he was your dad. Maybe it was ingrained in him in some ways. To try and take care of you and remind you to do things like eat.

“Geez, Dad. I’ll get right on it,” you teased.

Harry was silent for a moment, which had you worried. Perhaps calling him ‘dad’ had been unwise.

But then suddenly his voice broke through the line, “I’m coming over. I have a feeling you don’t have any groceries and I’m gonna make you dinner. Something to eat.”

You scoffed, “I mean… I have food here. I will eat. You don’t have–��

“I’ll be there within an hour,” he interrupted and you nodded to yourself.

“O… Okay. Um… yeah. In an hour.”

.           .           .

You quickly showered and tossed your dirty clothes into your clothes hamper so they weren’t strewn about your bedroom floor. You tidied up and kept yourself busy until he finally arrived. You were getting all worked up knowing he was coming over.

You didn’t know what he had been telling Mrs. Styles about why he was leaving or when he’d stay with you overnight, or spend hours in your bed every week. Though there were times he could only come over quickly, most of the time he stayed with you long enough that he’d need a good cover story. You kind of hoped you could have him for the night.

When he knocked at your door and you opened it up for him you saw he had his hands full. One arm around a sack of groceries and in his other hand the bag he normally packed for when he was staying the night.

You smiled when you saw his handsome face and ushered him into your small apartment. He leaned in to kiss you quickly, “Just showered?” He asked.

“Well yeah,” you spoke as you closed the door and followed behind him to your kitchen, “I didn’t have the chance earlier because I fell asleep as you know,” you laughed.

“Mmhmm…” he grunted affirmatively as he began to remove the grocery items from the bag one by one.

You saw tomatoes, fresh basil, flour, mushrooms, cheese…

“What are you making?” You picked up the container of buffalo mozzarella and then looked at Harry.

“Margherita pizza. One of my favorite little recipes my mom used to make.”

You placed the container down, pulled his arm to drag him toward you, and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him.

He immediately paused what he was doing and wrapped his arms around you, deepening the kiss and then giving you a taste of his tongue.

But then he pulled away with his signature teasing smirk and went back to his task.

“You brought your bag. Gonna stay the night with me?”

He nodded as he folded the paper bag up neatly and then looked at you, “If that’s okay. Have to leave early, though.”

If that’s okay.

You laughed to yourself and nodded, “Of course, it’s okay, Harry. God, what I wouldn’t give to have you with me every–“ You stopped what you saying when you realized how suddenly serious that thought was. You did want him every night. You wanted him to yourself but you hadn’t discussed that with him before.

Harry placed the neatly folded paper bag down on your little counter and then pulled you back toward him with his hands on your hips, “Yeah? Every…? What? Every night? Want me every night, baby?” That same sneaky, devious smirk on his face had you melting and warm.

“I just meant, you’re always welcome,” you slid your hands up his chest and bit your lip. You were a little embarrassed that you admitted that but it was obviously too late now.

“I’m always welcome or you want me every night? Which is it?” He gripped you harder so you couldn’t escape his questions, his gaze.

You puffed a breath out through your lips with a laugh, “Both.”

He loosened his grip and brought a hand to your face, his eyes fixed to yours, “Both. I’d much prefer to be here with you every night too. Would if I could.” The thumb that trailed over your cheekbone and to your temple was soft and loving. You knew he meant what he said.

Harry’s pizza was superb. Your oven wasn’t quite right, he kept saying as he baked it but to you, it was the best thing that had ever come out of that cheap appliance.

“Usually like to make this in a brick oven. The one I’ve got in my backyard, but this will do in a pinch I suppose.”

Your mouth was full as you nodded, “So good.”

Harry laughed at your stuffed cheeks and the way you were gobbling down what he’d made.

“Aren’t you going to eat more?” You asked him finally when you’d swallowed your bite. He’d only had one slice.

“Already had dinner. But I wanted to feed you. Make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

For some reason with a tummy full of Harry’s pizza and the kind gesture of his cooking to help take care of you had you reeling and needing more than just food.

Of course, it would have been impolite to just abandon cleanup but you were suddenly aware of how his sleeves were pushed up his forearms and how his dimples were extra deep accompanying his attractive smile. And his hair looked too tidy, you needed to get your hands in it. Needed to get him out of his clothes. Get those long fingers around your neck and touching your body immediately.

You set your plate down on the small kitchen table you were both sitting at and slid your hand up his thigh, “Oh is that why you came over here? The only reason?” You grinned and he leaned back into his chair and looked at you, keeping his own grin in check.

“Need to make sure my girl is healthy. Has everything she needs.”

“Yeah? And sometimes I need more than just food too, Mr. Styles.”

Harry crossed his arms over his chest and spread his legs slightly as you continued moving your hand upward, “Oh I know, sweet girl. You need a lot of things, don’t you?”

You nodded, “What about you? Do you need things too? From me? Anything I can help you with?”

Now his grin was breaking out over his face but it was cheeky, playful, “Of course I do.”

But he wasn’t giving in to your little game. He liked having you be the one to ask for it. You didn’t know why but he loved hearing you beg him. You always resisted begging. At first anyway. Sometimes he’d give in without you needing to.

“And what do you need from me?” You stopped short of putting your fingers over where you knew he was tucked under his pants. The obvious natural bulge he sported giving away where he normally liked to position himself.

“Whatever you’re willing to give me, love. But I’m here because you needed to eat first and foremost. And you needed some groceries.”

You laughed and skipped over his lovely cock and put your hand up to his chest, scooting your chair in a little closer, “I’ll give you anything you want, sir. All you have to do is ask.”

Harry smiled and licked his lips slowly, “I’m as content as I can be here with you right now. Could sit here all night listening to you talk. S’that what you want? Want to touch my chest,” he flitted his eyes down to where your hand was before looking back into your eyes, “and my thighs, and chat all night about my pizza making skills and your lack of healthy food?”

You folded your lips into your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. He was playing a game of chicken with you. You really wanted to win this time.

“Well, that does sound really nice. You’ve filled me up so good with your yummy pizza. Guess I don’t need anything more than stimulating conversation with you if that’s all you’re interested in.”

Harry swallowed and breathed a laugh out of his nose, “Fine. Pizza and conversation it is.”

You wanted to huff in frustration. He still had his arms crossed over his chest, just under where your fingers were toying with the buttons on his shirt. He wasn’t giving in. But you had a thought.

“I’ll be right back.”

You hopped up from the chair and pranced to your bedroom. If he wanted to tease so would you. Stripping off your sweats you dug out your thin white Hey Lover t-shirt and tied it up just under the center of your breasts, and black cheeky boy short panties. You’d pretend you were only getting comfy since it was already late in the evening. He’d know what you were up to but you could play it off like you just wanted to get into your comfy house clothes.

When you got back to the kitchen Harry was already cleaning up.

“Hey, let’s do that later. Wanna sit and talk a bit.”

Harry tsked you, his back still turned as he wrapped up the rest of the pizza in foil, “I worked hard on this. Don’t want it to go bad. You can go sit–“ when he finally turned his full gaze back to you he stopped mid-sentence. You saw his jaw clench and his nostrils flair.

Not fair. That was not fair of you.

You knew your top especially was going to drive him mad. It was thin and your nipples were poking through the material and he could certainly see the shadow of the deeper color of your areolas popping through.

And he did. You noted where his eyes roamed, pausing over your tits for a good few seconds before licking his lips and turning back around to finish his job.

“Go sit.” He said without a single note of sweetness or desire.

You smiled to yourself as you walked into the living room and sat on your couch. Putting on a little music you selected a good little playlist that you knew he’d like.

Trying to act as unbothered as you possibly could you found a comfortable position on the couch and leaned into your cushions as you waited for Mr. Styles to join you.

It wasn’t long before he was casually strolling into the living room and sitting on the couch, leaving a few feet between you two. He draped an ankle over his knee and sat back, looking totally cool and unbothered.

You stretched and gathered your hair into your hands to expose your neck as you spoke, “So, how was your day today, Mr. Styles? You already know all about mine.”

Harry nodded slowly as he looked at you, keeping his eyes on your face, “Normal. Woke up and worked out, read an article, and played some golf with a colleague. That’s it really. Now here I am feeding you and entertaining you with conversation,” he grinned and you saw his eyes quickly take in your neck.

You smiled and sighed, “Sounds nice. I’ve played golf a few times. I’m terrible at it, though. Once a guy who took me tried to straighten out my stance but it did no good. No matter how many times he helped me adjust my grip or pushed my legs to spread them out properly it just didn’t work,” you chuckled. It was true. You’d gone with a guy a couple of years back on a date. He was flirting with you when he tried showing you the proper way to stand and hold the club but it turned into making out in the golf cart and a quick fuck in his car before he dropped you at home.

“S’that so? He probably wasn’t a good player either if he couldn’t give you any tips to help you improve your game.”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I think he was more interested in getting my clothes off than anything,” you kept your eyes on his to asses but there was nothing there that indicated jealousy.

You had to amp it up. Do something to make him lose it. Wanted to watch him thicken up in his pants.

Dropping your hair you tucked your legs under yourself and turned to face Harry. You knew he was trying his hardest not to let his eyes drop below your neck. He knew he’d be fucked if he took in the way the soft cotton stretched over your breasts.

“Anyway. Are you any good?” You allowed your own eyes to take him in fully. His composure was sure to falter at some point.

“Yeah. I’m all right. I can hold my own.”

His short answer was not exactly what you were hoping for but you didn’t let it deter you. For some reason, his standoffish behavior was getting you even more worked up.

“Bet you can hold your own. You’re just so naturally good at everything you do,” you moved your finger over your tummy, keeping your eyes on his, “I know first-hand.”

Harry raised his brows and the movement of your hand over your torso and then down toward the top of your panties had him dropping his sight to where you were softly ghosting your fingers along the elastic band. You tugged at the knot on your shirt before moving your hand back up toward your chest, your thumb pressed between your thin cotton t-shirt-covered tits.

He watched your fingers and then looked back up at you, “Do you? And what do you know of my skills?” He smiled softly. Still appearing totally unbothered.

You sighed and tilted your head, keeping your eyes on his before stretching your arms over your head and allowing your shirt to lift the tiniest bit, revealing the bottom of your breasts. You only put your arms down once you were satisfied that Mr. Styles had gotten a good look, “Well, for example, you just made me a pizza that was to die for. Also, you recently got promoted at work and now you’re some big shot,” you unfolded a leg from underneath your bum and stretched it out, pressing your bare foot onto Harry’s thigh, “And I’ve seen you work out,” you nudged his muscled thigh, “You put men half your age to shame. You’re so athletic…” you began to pull your foot away but Harry gripped your ankle and pulled your leg to drape over his thigh making you smile in triumph.  Though you’d not yet won this round, he was clearly giving in to you bit by bit.

“Hmmm…” Harry nodded and hummed quietly. He kept his hand on your shin and his eyes a safe distance from anything below your chin, “I know I’m good at a lot of things. Can make you dribble all over your chin by just pulling my pants down,” he licked his lips, “Feel like that’s a great skill of mine. What else…” his hand began to brush over your leg softly and you scoffed at him but of course, he was right. You both knew it. He made you drool and whiney and hot. He didn’t even have to do anything.

“That was one time. And you had your fingers in my mouth. It wasn’t because of your cock,” you lied. Well, his fingers in your mouth did have you drool down your chin and when he pulled his pants down, he teasingly pointed out how your chin was shiny and you’d dripped saliva down your neck and to your chest.

“No? Hmmm… but you were so desperate to get it in your mouth that you tried grabbing me and when I told you to be patient you whined and drooled all over the floor. You can pretend all you want, little girl. I see what you’re trying to do.”

You watched as his hand traveled up your leg and past your knee to your thigh, “Wearing this little getup… trying to seduce me. So desperate for me. But you’re gonna have to try a lot harder than this, Y/n. You can lie to yourself and pretend you're not bothered and change the subject and show me your pretty tits all you want. S’not gonna change the fact that you’re gonna wind up a messy little puddle begging me for anything I’ll give you. Isn’t that right?”

Your mouth dropped open in faux shock. He was right. But you weren’t ready to give up yet.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Styles. I know you like having your ego stroked. So go ahead and keep telling yourself that you’ve got the upper hand. We both know you’re already folding. I can sit here all night and chat with you like this if you want. Doesn’t bother me one bit.” You folded your arms across your chest with a grin.

Harry laughed quietly and shook his head. You were fun. He loved these moments with you. Loved giving you a hard time. Loved when you gave him a hard time. He softly pinched the inside of your thigh and you laughed, attempting to pull your leg away but he held you in place, large palms keeping your leg over him, fingers digging into your skin.

“Darling, you forget who you’re dealing with. I’m not the one resorting to skimpy clothes and trying to hide how turned-on I am. I see you trying to keep your legs pressed together. Hiding something,” he jutted his chin toward you and looked over the spot between your legs where he knew your panties covered up a tiny secret.

You wore black panties on purpose. Any wetness would be easier to hide, but keeping your legs pressed together could ensure he didn’t see the wet patch that had begun to spread. However, the way he was holding your leg over his lap made it quite difficult for you to not open your thighs a little.

“You just love to imagine that you’ve got me all bothered. But you’re wrong. I’m totally fine.”

Harry smiled and pulled at your leg further, causing a small yelp to slip out from your mouth followed by a tiny bit of laughter at the way you lost balance when you were pulled toward him, your other leg being tugged at to drape over his thigh.

“Good. Then we can just sit here and talk about the weather and maybe politics if you’re into that. Or is there another topic you had in mind since you’re so keen on just sitting chatting all night?”

You steadied yourself, back against the cushion as you pressed your legs together again and looked up at him innocently, “Randy called me the other day. Said he missed me. Apologized for being rude when we were together. That was nice to hear. The apology,” you wiggled your hips to fix your seating so you could appear more casual, despite having your legs in Harry’s possession over his lap.

Harry’s large palms ran up the outer sides of your thighs slowly before dragging back down to just above your knees, keeping his eyes on yours, “Oh really? Thinking about getting back with him then?” He spoke trying to tamper the playful smile on his face.

You snorted a laugh and grinned teasingly, drawing your fingers across your breasts, “Nahh… I can do better. I mean… maybe if I’m desperate and just need to scratch an itch. You know? Being a single girl gets hard at times. My dildo is only gonna give me a small taste of what a man can. Even if he’s not great in bed.”

Biting the inside of his cheek he nodded with dark eyes, “Would be such a shame to waste a good fuck on Rudy like that when you’ve got me at the helm. Of course, you're too stubborn to admit it. All you have to do is ask.”

 You sighed and dropped your hands to your lap with a pout, “Randy. His name is Randy. But anyway… I don’t have to beg Randy to fuck me. He’s never pretended he was unbothered by me. Always quite straightforward really. If he wanted sex all he had to do was tell me. You on the other hand,” you poked your finger into his arm, “like making it hard for me, which is quite impolite. So I’m okay with not having sex if you just aren’t up for it.”

Harry pushed a laugh out through his nose at your tease, “Rudy sounds like a fucking bore. And he never gave you an orgasm. Either you have really bad taste or you’re just a tease. I have a feeling I know which it is, too. Little girl likes to play games. I can play games if you want. But you know I’m gonna win.”

You knew he was right. You wanted his cock but he wasn’t budging. All you had to do was admit it. Ask him politely. And you would when you couldn’t handle it any longer but you were having fun and the back and forth was like foreplay for you.

He kept one hand grasped around the outside of your thigh while his other smoothed inward, fingers pushing your thighs apart the tiniest bit and then gently dancing upward. If he moved his fingers too far up he’d feel how damp you were already.

“I’m not playing games,” you spoke matter-of-factly, watching as his hand traveled over your skin, “I can just tell maybe you’re tired Perhaps you’ve had a long day and it’s almost bedtime for you. I mean I get it,” you laughed in preparation for what you were about to say, “When you get to be your age things just slow down a little. It’s okay if you’re not up for it tonight, sir.”

Harry pulled his lips into his mouth and closed his eyes as he laughed at your attempt to provoke him.

When he looked back at you his expression was serious as he pried your legs apart, swiping the pad of his pointer finger right over the wet material of your panties and raised his brows as if he was shocked. Though you knew he was goading you, “You know goddamn well that my age has nothing to do with my libido. Difference between me and you is that I have incredible willpower and I know that you’re gonna be begging me to stuff your pussy before the night is over.”

You laughed and shook your head, “Nope.”

Harry pressed his thumb right over where your clit was already aching and grinned, “Yep.” Popping the p for emphasis. “See I’ve already got you soaking your panties. Goosebumps on your legs. Your nipples are hard. Your face is warm. I bet your heart is pounding too, just wishing you were getting the life fucked out of you right now. And you could be,” he spoke lowly as he slid a finger under the fabric of your panties and smoothed it over your skin, but not touching your crease or your clit like you hoped, “If you just admit it.”

You noticed that his cock had plumped under his pants. A good sign, you figured, “Nothing to admit. I might be turned on but I can hold out. In fact, I’d bet you’re not in much better shape with your cock swelling up like it is. You need this wet pussy to soothe that big dick, don’t you?”

Harry’s undisturbed body language was a concern because even though his prick was growing harder by the minute, you were starting to boil while he still seemed unphased.

“Oh, honey…” Harry smiled at you like you were a pitiful thing, “I’m doing just fine. In fact, probably just gonna fuck my own fist before we go to bed since you’re so stubborn. Maybe I’ll let you watch me too. I’ll be just fine. Just love being here with you. We don’t always have to have sex.”

You clenched your jaw and huffed imagining that scene. Having Harry yank his cock with his big hand until he was coming on your floor. You’d want to lick it up off the floor too. Scoop it all up and swallow it down. He had you obsessed with his come. Well, with him in general.

You tried to think of something to say but your brain was stuck on the image of him slowly stroking his fat cock and saying filthy shit to you while you tried to hold it together and not give in to your own urges.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Harry lifted a hand to your face and brushed his thumb along your jaw and up over your cheek, “Need to tell me something?”

Your lips parted and you breathed out a small whimper and squished your eyes closed. Your determination was crumbling with his soft touches.

“S’okay. If you don’t mind,” Harry pushed your legs off of him and quickly began to unbutton his pants, “S’getting tight in there…” he pulled his pants down just a touch so that the bulge under his briefs was now poking out and he had a bit more space to breathe.

He pressed over his erection and straightened himself out and suddenly the tip of his cock was peeking out over the band of Calvin Kleins. You closed your eyes again and tried to will yourself to not give in to him. But what was fair was fair. You were teasing him with your body and now he was returning the favor.

When you heard Harry chuckle you opened your eyes to look at him and your head was fuzzy. He was literally mouth-watering. He’d unbuttoned his shirt so you could see his tattoos and the large erection poking out from his briefs was like an actual cherry on top of it all. You licked your lips and swallowed down your saliva as you stared at his swollen head. It looked like something you could just pop into your mouth and suckle on if you weren’t so stubborn.

But Harry loved how stubborn you were. You really did make him work for it. You were exciting and sweet and he loved the way you teased him.

“If you want some you can have some, sweetheart. I know you’d like a taste. S’right there for you if you just ask politely.”

You groaned and looked away from him but your eyes were burning and all you could think about was straddling his lap and pushing his briefs down so you could fuck yourself on him. You were actually vibrating and pulsing you were so turned on.

And when you thought about it all… how this was all just a game anyway. How you both knew you’d end up with his come dribbling out of your cunt and satisfied and fucked out before you went to bed you laughed, “Fuck it…” you said as you crawled yourself over his lap and Harry’s hands found your hips, “I want you. Okay? You win.”

He had a pleased smile on his face when he felt you press your soaked panties over his briefs and plaster your lips over his in finality.

He would have laughed and teased you for giving in but he was thankful you did. Because he was aching for you.

You were desperate too. You pulled away from the kiss and put your hands down to his briefs and pushed at the material before sliding the crotch of your panties to the side and letting your wet hole kiss his tip softly as you looked into his eyes, “Can I please have it?”

Harry’s smirk fell from his face the moment you began to lower yourself, coating him in your slick arousal, “Yes. Take what you want. Fuck…”

The music was soft and you could barely hear the lyrics as you began to work yourself down and up along his length. You moaned as you felt him poke deep and keened, sucking in a sharp breath, “So thick…” you panted.

You were wetting Harry’s briefs and the tops of his pants but he didn’t care in that moment. He’d take care of the issue after you were done, “Yeah? Needed to stuff yourself with my cock didn’t you darling? Feels good?”

You nodded and held onto the back of the couch as Harry moved his hands from your hips up to the bottom hem of your top and pushed the material up so he could finally look at your pretty breasts. His favorite. He leaned in and suckled your tit into your mouth and you gasped softly.

You began to ride him a little faster, sticky slick noises coming from between your bodies as you writhed up and down his cock.

“Harry!” You shouted his name in a desperate plea. You didn’t know what you were pleading for but you just wanted more. His tongue and lips and teeth on your tits and his heavy, hard dick inside of you were really all a girl could ask for.

Harry moaned and licked over the spot he nipped next to your nipple and moved his lips over your soft flesh as he spoke, “Poor thing… so needy for me. Should have just given in the first time I told you to, baby.”

The couch under you squeaked gently as you rose and fell over him. The relief of having him inside of you had you tearing up.

Harry tilted his head back to look at your face. And just as he expected you were completely insatiable. Your expression was hungry and lusty with your lips parted, a pained look across your features.

Harry cooed at you and slid his hands up from your soft breasts to cup your face and make you kiss him. Your mouths moved together slowly as you shifted over him, slowing down a little now that your mouths were connected.

Harry pulled away, keeping his hands at your face, “Slow down a little bit. Here…” he dropped one hand to your hip and stilled you, pushing you down all the way over his shaft until you were firmly seated in his lap and his tip was stuffed so far inside of you it hurt making you whine and quiver.

“Like that. Just sit and feel me. No need to hurry. Gonna always take care of you. Okay?” His lips pressed over yours again and you moaned into his mouth.

You acted as if you were starved. You canted your hips slightly to glide your clit against his pelvic bone and he gasped and pulled away again, “I know you need it, baby. Just slow down. You were so desperate weren’t you?” He thumbed at your cheek and wiped your tears with a grin, “Always my good girl. Aren’t you?”

You bit your lips and whimpered as you nodded. You felt like a pathetic girl. It was like the moment his cock was inside of you all your good sense flew out the window and you were a melty, needy puppy in despair, deprived of attention and love. You needed more and more and more every time he entered you. It only got worse as the months crawled on and your affair got more serious.

“I wanna be your only good girl. Please…” You slid your shaky fingers into his hair and smoothed your lips over his with a tremulous breath.

Harry rocked upward, dipping into your sensitive insides and you gasped again, parting your lips from his.

“Look at me, Y/n…” Harry spoke as he moved a hand to the back of your neck.

You locked eyes with him and your sad little pout had him leaning in to give you a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth before he looked back into your eyes, “You’re my good girl. No one else. Just you, baby. Understood?”

You nodded and sniffled, “But I’m not,” You jutted your bottom lip out like a child and felt ridiculous. You didn’t know what had you so emotional suddenly. Maybe it was the build-up and all the teasing. Or the way you always gave in to him and he was so cool and secure in himself while you were shaky and desperate.

Harry moved a hand down your back and kept his other hand brushing softly over your cheekbone, “Yes you are. You’re mine. You’re my only.”

You didn’t want to say it. Hated to bring it up but you couldn’t help it or you thought you’d explode if you didn’t tell the truth, “But you’re married. I might be yours but you’re not mine.”

He hadn’t quite expected it. You knew the situation. He couldn’t just leave his wife of 20+ years. It didn’t work that way. But to hear you say it was… well it gave him pause.

“Okay. I am married. But I’m here with you right now, Y/n. Because I’d rather be here with you. Wish I could be here every night. And I would if I could.”

You nodded. You knew he’d prefer to fuck you rather than his wife. That part was understood. But he’d never actually choose you over her when it came down to it. “I know. I’m sorry for bringing it up. I just… I’m starting to…” You swallowed the words your heart wanted to reveal but you stopped, “Just want to see you more I think. Once a week or every other week isn’t good for me. Need you more. I think that’ll make me better. I’m sorry… I don’t know –“

Harry shushed you and stroked your back softly, “I want to see you more too, baby. Should we think of a way to make it twice or three times a week even? Will that make it better?”

You smiled and nodded, “Three times a week? Oh my god…” You kissed him and squealed at the idea of having him three times a week.

Harry laughed and nodded, “If it makes you happy. Didn’t know you needed more, honey. Didn’t want to make you sick of me.”

You laughed in return and shook your head, “I could never be sick of you, Harry. I’m…” You stopped yourself once again. The words on the tip of your tongue but that wouldn’t be fair. To you nor to him. “I’m happy you want that too.”

Harry’s fingers on your face felt soft and comforting, “Of course I want that. I want you happy. And that would make me happier too.”

You felt dizzy with love and excitement as you pasted your lips to his and began to rock your hips slowly again.

You knew you were selfish. Knew you were getting in too deep but you didn’t care. Maybe down the road one day it would hurt but for now, you would be happy with anything he gave you.

Suddenly Harry shifted and brought his arm to cradle you close as he laid you down flat on the couch, his thick cock still inside of you. But now he was hovering over you with a dark smile on his face, “I need to fuck you like you’re mine. Show you I mean it,” he said as he pulled your legs up, calves pressed over his shoulders, and began to roll his hips into you. The springs in the couch cushions danced under your back and creaked as he picked up the pace.

You coughed out a moan and squished your exposed tits together. You still had on your shirt, tugged up above your tits, and your underwear, and Harry still had his clothes on, while his shirt was unbuttoned and his pants were down past his bottom. You were both the picture of neediness, not even bothering to take the time to undress fully.

Harry held onto the back of your thighs as he plunged in and pulled back to his tip, before plowing his cock into the hilt again. Every time his hips met the back of your thighs the sticky sound of your arousal on his cock was unmistakable.

He swatted at your thigh when you began to slip from his hold, your leg wobbling free from his shoulder, “Stay put. Keep your legs up,” he grunted.

You gasped and nodded, “Yes, sir…”

Every dip of himself into you felt divine. His cock pushing into your insides and slipping into your guts repeatedly was noisy and delicious.

Harry moaned, unable to hold back how good it felt to be inside of you.

You looked up at him and saw how gone he was. His soft raspberry lips were parted and his eyes were dark as he gasped and panted. His thrusts were becoming harder and sloppier and he was breathing hard. You wanted his come.

“Need it, Harry. Give it to me…” you whispered as you brought a hand up to his jaw and he kept his eyes on you. He was shaking with desire you could feel it.

“Fuck, honey…” he groaned and clenched his jaw. He wanted to make you come first but his own emotions were getting him keyed up and he was already leaking a steady stream of pre-come into your pussy with each stroke.

He stopped his motions and sucked in a sharp breath as he lowered a hand to your clit, “Need you to come first, okay? Then I’m gonna fill your pussy like you need, baby.”

With his thumb on your clit you cooed in ecstasy. You had no idea what you were saying as you felt electricity begin to thrum through your body, winding its way around your ribs and down your spine, and into your tummy where sparks began to turn to fire as he began thrusting into you again.

“Want you to fuck your come deep into my womb. Breed my pussy, sir…” You moaned your words unable to stop it.

Harry grunted and he popped his eyes open to look down at you in shock. He knew you were on birth control and knew it was highly improbable but still, your words had him reeling and feeding his breeding kink, something that had been dormant for many years. You tended to awaken old feelings he once relished in.

And he wasn’t sure if he actually want to get you knocked up but just hearing that fed into something deep and instinctual that had been pushed down. Something primal. You had unleashed a tsunami of emotions and now this?

He began to hammer into you and your legs fell from his shoulders as he fucked himself down into you so hard you saw stars and you gurgled as you came around him, unable to voice your dirty thoughts as your pussy pulsed and squeezed around him.

“Fuck!” Harry barked loudly when he felt you come and he allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy that you’d tapped into, “Gonna knock you up. Fuck you til your all bred and full with my cock and my babies. That what you want? Stuffed full of me in every fucking way?”

Harry throbbed as he finally poured into you, pushing his cock into you as deep as he could manage, balls tucked up against your bum as he whimpered with each tight roll of his hips upward. Imagining his come seeping into you and having it stick. Getting you pregnant. Making you his forever.

He collapsed over you and slid his tongue into your mouth as you brought your arms around his back to keep him close.

Pure hedonistic, rapturous oblivion.

Your heart pounded as he kissed you and you felt him trembling in your arms just as you were in his.

You longed to speak the words you knew you felt but it wasn’t right. You’d want him to say it first. Wanted him to admit it. Wanted him to want you.

But Harry was feeling it all heavy and deeply just the same. His own longing to show you exactly what he felt and that even though he’d play off those words he spoke as he came inside of you, he meant it in a way. He’d love to see you pregnant with his babies. Have you as his own for good. Tell you what he felt deep down.

You smiled into the kiss and Harry pushed himself up to look down at you.

“Just what I needed, Harry. Always know how to make me feel so so good.” You pushed your fingers into his hair and gazed into his pretty eyes and watched as his grin widened.

“Mmm… Ditto. Need you more than just once a week, baby. I did mean that you know.”

You bit your lip and closed your eyes to let that idea sink in a bit. Harry grunted as he moved and you suddenly felt a pinch at the back of your thigh and you laughed, opening your eyes.

“Did you hear me?”

You nodded, “Yes, sir. Three times a week is what you said. That sounds like as close to perfection as I could ask for.”

Harry nudged his nose to yours and let out a soft breath, “Just want more of you, baby.”

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B-Squared's Top Games of 2024!

Another year has come to an end, and you know what that means! Reminiscing on all that I’ve played and engaged with this year but uh…times are tough and I’ve had to be even MORE selective with money for new games this year. Most of what I played was older games on sale so I can’t quite give you a Top 10 List of my favorite games from this year…best I can do is a Top 6. Regardless, let’s talk about the new games I DID manage to play this year!

#6: PRINCESS PEACH SHOWTIME!

It’s been quite a while since Princess Peach got to headline her own game, but the surprise reveal of Princess Peach Showtime last year was a highlight. Compared to Super Princess Peach on the DS, a very by-the-books and easy platformer, Showtime has more going on with it from a mechanical standpoint and has a lot more potential moving forward as a possible franchise. Peach has to save the day by taking on a number of roles in magical plays, and so she’s constantly swapping between being a sword fighter or a superhero, alongside a mermaid or ice skater. Levels are relatively short and straight-forward, with each outfit having its own gameplay style. Admittedly the game is quite easy and a bit on the short side, but it’s a great way to showcase Peach in a way we haven’t seen until now. The developer, Good Feel, managed to make this game a real visual treat…though sadly the performance suffers a bit, like most late-gen Switch titles. On the whole I think this game has a lot of charm and personality, though I do wish it had a bit more meat on its bones. It really feels like a sequel could flesh things out a bit and be really special, but it’s a good foundation for the Mushroom Kingdom Monarch to really strike out on her own.

#5: UNDER NIGHT IN-BIRTH II [Sys: Celes]

I’m on a never ending quest to play as many fighting game franchises as I can, and French Bread’s own Under Night In-Birth series is one I haven’t gotten around to until now. The latest in the series, it furthers the overarching story while serving as the most polished entry yet. The game’s presentation is pretty stellar; with really clean hand-drawn sprites and some colorful, gorgeous backgrounds, coupled with a fantastic sound track to tie it together. Seeing as most fighters these days are fully 3D, it’s good to see French Bread holding down the fort with a 2D title. As far as the gameplay goes, it has an interesting mixture of accessible controls with a lot of hidden depth. There’s the GRD (grid) system that basically acts as a tug-of-war between both players. Every ten seconds or so the game tallies up who has the most GRD filled up and bestows a buff that leads to more damage and a potential combo cancel opportunity, making for an interesting pace where proper offense AND defense is rewarded. You earn GRD by attacking or defending, but can also use GRD as a resource for certain actions, so there’s some interesting risk and reward that takes this concept further than a more traditional super meter (which exists here too). Under Night II is also notable for finally bringing proper rollback netcode to this series, so it can finally have playable online. All things told, there’s a lot to like here, but as I’ve only recently gotten the game and haven’t poured THAT much time into it, I’ll have to leave it here.

#4: SUPER MARIO PARTY JAMBOREE

Party games are often derided as nothing but shovelware, but the Mario Party series has been able to survive for quite a while, so they have to be doing SOMETHING right! The Switch games have seemingly gotten over the slump they originally found themselves in after a few experimental titles from developer ND Cube, with each game getting better overall. Super Mario Party Jamboree combines the newer minigames and partner mechanic of the first Super Mario Party on Switch with the updated online and remastered maps of Mario Party Superstars to make the definitive Mario Party experience. The partner mechanic has been further fleshed out, with partners doubling the effects of pretty much every space or board interaction…but that goes for both good AND bad outcomes. Coupled with partners being easily stolen by other players, there’s a lot more risk and reward with them in this game, so you’ll have to think strategically when it comes to using them. On top of that, this game also has some interesting new modes, including the return of a single player campaign, alongside an 8 player co-op mode AND a 20 player online battle royale race. It’s probably the most ambitious Mario Party in a long while, and it’s been a blast with friends…the only real downside is how long some of these games can last, drawing the parties out. All things told there’s worse problems to have!

#3: RIVALS OF AETHER II

The original Rivals of Aether is one of my favorite fighters out there, and my favorite non-Smash platform fighter, so I was already pretty excited about a full sequel, but Rivals of Aether II has managed to meet all my expectations and then some. The game looks great in 3D with a really flashy style, but the game isn’t content with just a visual upgrade. Rivals II attempts to smooth over some rougher elements of the first game with some new mechanics, like grabable ledges on top of shields and throws, alongside further fleshing out each character’s moveset with even more specials. Being able to do special attacks from ledge, when rising from a knockdown, or during a grab adds a lot to a given character’s kit. Really, the characters themselves are the highlight here. Each fighter feels really unique both from each other and compared to other platform fighters. Kragg is a super heavy character who can alter the terrain of a stage at will, on top of having a solid projectile to dominate in a way most heavies fail to in other games. Newcomers like Fleet or Loxodont also bring some nice variety to the game. Fleet is a very agile zoner, floating through the air as she aims her bow and waits for the perfect shot to snipe her opponents, while Loxodont is like the lovechild of Super Smash Bros. Ganondorf and King Dedede, another heavy character who commands great range and can be a real juggernaut with his magma armor. Rivals II boasts rollback netcode for some great online and has a roadmap with tons of new modes and features planned too, with all post-launch characters being free. I really want to see this game be as successful as possible, and I’m looking forward to seeing how it grows. It would honestly probably be my Game of the Year…if my potato PC could run it better.

#2: PRINCE OF PERSIA: THE LOST CROWN

Earlier this year I played the demo for Prince of Persia: The Lost Crown and was immediately hooked. It took me longer to get to the full game than I wanted, but it ended up being worth the wait. I’m not really all that familiar with the franchise, but The Lost Crown was a really solid, seemingly standalone adventure that sadly didn’t seem to hit for most. The reveal of the game got a lot of mixed reception and its sales were lackluster, which is a damn shame because it’s one of the better games Ubisoft has put out in years. Considering how bad the company has been doing lately, on top of the toxic culture that enables abusers in high-up positions, I suppose this is just karma. All the same, I do want to highlight what some very talented people did at a company that clearly doesn’t deserve them.

Playing as an elite warrior working for the royal family, Sargon finds himself trapped in a mysterious mountain where time flows all over the place and he’ll have to fight all manner of monsters to get to the bottom of this mountain’s secrets as he attempts to save the kidnapped prince. The Lost Crown ends up being a fun mixture of 2D action game and Metroidvania or “search action” as some call it. My biggest compliment to this game has to be the overall feel of the controls. Sargon feels great whether he’s slicing and dicing foes or performing some tricky jumps. You gain more interesting tools and abilities as the game goes on and they really put you to the test at points. Boss fights are often full of spectacle and really pushed me at times, and I felt compelled to scour every inch of the map until I found everything. It does suffer a bit from the “Ubisoft Bloat” problem that plagues so many of their other titles, but it was a blast from start to finish and was well worth the time I put into it. We’re certainly spoiled for choice with solid Metroidvanias these days but it’s always great to see some AAA efforts sprinkled in with all of those indies.

#1: SPLATOON 3: SIDE ORDER

This year saw the conclusion to Splatoon 3’s planned content, and as I went into with a previous post, one of the highlights of its roadmap was the paid single-player expansion. Side Order had been teased before the original game even released, and it was ultimately worth the wait. Once again starring Agent 8, the protagonist of Splatoon 2’s Octo Expansion campaign, players are trapped in a virtual world and have to repeatedly ascend the Tower of Order in an attempt to save the world from a looming threat.

While Side Order is still a third person shooter like Splatoon games past, it also incorporates rogue lite elements. Each floor is randomized with a number of different objectives, layouts and enemies to deal with. Adding to that, you get different power-ups for each floor and can eventually give yourself some really impressive builds that can bend the game so far in your favor it becomes a real power fantasy. That said, you’re expected to fail quite a lot, so each attempt gives you a currency to spend on permanent upgrades to make sure each future attempt goes by more smoothly than the last. Considering this is Nintendo’s first real take on this genre they did a great job, creating a satisfying loop that kept me coming back for more. I poured SO much time into this game over the year, to the point that my thumbs were hurting, and that’s honestly never happened to me before. I’ve had my qualms with Splatoon 3 proper, but the single player stuff has never been an issue, and Side Order continued that trend. An addictive experience that I couldn’t put down to the end, I’d consider this whole expansion to be my Game of the Year. Is it a little sad that it’s DLC and not a completely new game? Sure, I guess….but tons of people are gonna say that Elden Ring’s DLC counts for this so why not Splatoon?!

CONCLUSION

So here we are, another list of games done for another year! I really do wish I got to play more games this year but sometimes things just don’t really go that way. From indie hits like Balatro or Mouthwashing to other big hits like Final Fantasy VII Rebirth, not to mention the Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door remake OR the Mario & Luigi: Brothership Mario RPGs…there was a lot there that I just didn’t have the ability to play this year. Hoping things look up next year because there’s never really been a shortage of great games to play. Obviously you can’t play everything, but it’d be nice to have a bit more variety in my picks for my top games of the year. I still had a lot of fun with what I DID play, at least. Stay tuned for my year-end wrap up for this year in gaming on the whole though!

-B

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I wouldn't mind that post on VNs!

So I was gonna write three different lists, but then after writing the first part I realized this is very long and takes a while to write and nobody cares anyway so I’ll just post my recommended list only. Well, I mean, you asked, but I doubt you wanted all this lol. Thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about this stuff, though. Hope you enjoy my ramblings!

An explanation for what this list is: Sometimes I know a game isn't perfect in many aspects but I still had a genuinely good time playing it, hence why I'm recommending it. Also I should mention that I could talk for hours about some of these games so if anyone’s curious about more of my thoughts, let me know.

Alright, now that that's out of the way ...

How to Take Off Your Mask / How to Fool a Liar King / How to Sing to Open Your Heart (f/m): This is a trilogy of smaller, single-RO games where you can take one of two routes depending on how you act, and they’re all interconnected where you get to meet and interact with the previous games’ characters in the sequel games. I went into this expecting very little but what I got blew me away with how funny, charming and cute the games were. They don’t take themselves too seriously, at one point an angsty male character monologues deeply about some shit, and another one just slides into frame and starts mocking him. It was so fucking funny, holy shit. Also, a central theme is literally racism against catgirls? Which is monumentally stupid, and probably the games’ main flaw, especially in the final game where it pairs up a catgirl with a catgirl racist, but that one still ends with a literal bisexual queen literally making a man her malewife because she fell in love with his cooking, so like ... It speaks for itself. My favorite game of the three is the second one, where you get to play a punchy fake catgirl and romance a pink-haired prince. And honestly, all the female protags in these games are lovely and a breath of fresh air, and the male characters are fun and not abusive assholes either. There’s full Japanese voice acting, and two out of three female protags are literal catgirls who pepper in “nya” and “mya” into their dialogue, and it’s just treated as a quirk of their catgirl race. I AM NOT KIDDING. Yet somehow it never comes off as cringe, because it doesn’t take it self too seriously. These games are just cozy. That’s the only way I can describe them. Cozy and hilarious. Play them yesterday. Dream Daddy (m/m): Man tumblr did this game dirty. This is just a cute, wholesome daddy dating simulator with gorgeous art. Coming out on Top (m/m): So you know Dream Daddy? What if it was EXTREMELY, MAJORLY NSFW? Though I realize how bad the comparison really is, the only thing these games have in common is that they’re gay dating sims and don’t have an anime art style and oh, yeah, they’re both really well-written. Or at least, extremely funny. COOT (heh) is DDADDS’ horny older cousin, and I first encountered the game on a lesbian letsplayer’s YouTube channel. Yes I watched a lesbian play a gay porn game and it was GOOD. I was there for the cringe and fun and got surprised by how genuinely funny and sometimes actually touching the game was. I can’t give it my universal endorsement because it’s not a game for everyone, as I said, it’s extremely NSFW and the menu theme literally includes the singers screaming “SEX SEX” at the top of their lungs. There’s more to this game than the porn, but there’s just so much porn. It can be censored in the settings but it’s unavoidable. However, I still think it’s worth a look just because of how funny it is and how charming the characters are. If you don’t want to play it yourself, at least watch Anima’s playthrough of it. It hasn’t aged super well in some spots but I still go back to it every now and then. Akash: Path of the Five (f/m): This game markets itself as a more “professionally produced” western dating sim, and that’s accurate in some superficial aspects. The game is pretty poorly written, but it’s absolutely gorgeous and has really good English voice acting by actual professional voice actors. The premise is quite self-indulgent, but I genuinely respect that about it. You play as the only female elemental in a village with only men, and all five of your classmates want a piece of you. It’s clear the writers have put some thought into the lore and worldbuilding of this world, but barely any of it comes through in the actual writing and plot, which is basically just a vehicle for you to get together with your boy of choice. The ROs aren’t very well-developed either, and the plot is the same in every route with only minor variations depending on which guy you pick, up to the point where the protag has the same voice lines in some parts regardless of which guy she’s talking about. It also has one extra half-route that’s so bad and pointless I genuinely wonder why they wasted resources on making it instead of spending a bit more on the writing/adding some variations to the main plot. So why am I recommending this game? Well, it’s pretty, and it sounds nice. This game is a himbo, gorgeous but dumb as rocks. Enjoy it for what it is. I know I did. Get it when it’s on sale, I think if I hadn’t gotten it at half-price I would’ve felt a bit more cranky about it. Also Rocco is bae. Mystic Destinies: Serendipity of Aeons (f/m): Yes that’s the full title, no I don’t know what it means either. You may have noticed how most of the games so far I’ve enjoyed because they don’t take themselves too seriously? Well, this one does. It takes itself SO FUCKING SERIOUSLY. Like, way too seriously. It’s a little embarrassing at points because baby, you’re an urban fantasy dating sim. Calm down. But the game has gorgeous art and 3 out of 5 routes are very good. The last route, the one with your teacher, is both the most problematic yet somehow the one that breaks down the very concept of a dating sim within its own narrative (yes, this shit gets fucking META) and it got so wild at the end that 1) I still listen to the soundtrack for that route and 2) I still remember it to this day despite finishing it ages ago. My favorite route is Shou, he’s a sweetheart, but the mindfuck route is so buckwild that I think the game is worth playing just for that. There’s also a route that’s like a neo-noir mystery? I Do Not Know. This game is many, many things and it does them so sincerely and tries so hard, you can’t help but respect it. It doesn’t always stick the landing but man, just let this thing take your hand and wax poetic at you for a bit. Also get this one at a sale because it’s very expensive to get the full version. I got it for 9 bucks on itch.io and I felt that was a fair enough price, I’d say I wouldn’t have minded paying more for it because there’s a lot of content to enjoy and/or be baffled by. Arcade Spirits: This one’s a bit more weird from what I recall, and I honestly couldn’t tell you much about it, but I remember having a very good time with it and recommending it to a friend when she was going through some tough times and she said it made her feel better. I remember it making me feel better, as well. This is a VN about an arcade and the ROs are wonderfully diverse, with very real human conflicts that get explored in each of their routes. It can get quite existential and heavy at times, but in the end it’s a kindhearted game that I think everyone can enjoy. The main character was also, how you say, mood. It’s a game about getting possessed by a video game and then learning self-love. Ebon Light (f/m): This one’s free/name your own price on itch.io so go play it. It’s a weird plot where you play as a girl who ate an elven relic? And then the elves kidnap you because you’re the relic now. All the ROs are extremely pasty (like, literally white, as in literally the color white) dark-haired elves, except for one, who’s an extremely pasty blond elf, so ... diversity? I honestly don’t know what this game is aside from unique. I used to be a bit put off by the art style but now I think it contributes to the general atmosphere. It’s a weird game that technically doesn’t do anything groundbreaking but still left an impression of “huh. weird” in my mind and I think more people should play it. The ROs are all pretty generic dating sim archetypes but done well, with bonus points to Duliae who’s just a massive creep and I love him, and also Vadeyn who’s the only bitch in this house I respect. The worldbuilding is honestly a bit buckwild and I can’t give enough credit for how unique the elves’ culture is in this game. Definitely give it a go. Hakuoki: Kyoto Winds / Hakuoki: Edo Blossoms (f/m): These two are newer releases of an older Japanese visual novel. I wouldn’t call it a dating sim, it’s ... it’s more of a super depressing historical fantasy epic with some minor romance aspects awkwardly wedged in. It’s seriously some of the heaviest and most grimdark shit I’ve ever played in a VN/otome. I don’t understand why it’s a dating sim, it doesn’t read like one, it’s just historical fantasy based on real world events with characters based on real people, and they kill and they die and they grieve and they suffer. The games are literally about the downfall of the Shinsengumi, there’s no way of avoiding everything going to shit and you get to watch and be in the middle of it all as they struggle to stay alive and relevant in a world that doesn’t need them anymore. And there’s the protag in the middle of it all, being useless and submissive and bland just the way the usual otome protag is. I don’t think these games are necessarily fun, and the romance is certainly a lot more downplayed and deeply problematic just based on the age differences alone with some of the men, but the sheer amount of horror and sadness in these games make them stand out above its peers. It’s like watching a war movie. Since most of the characters are based on real people, they feel like real people instead of the usual otome archetypes, and they are so, SO flawed, it’s interesting to just watch them deal with the shit the world throws at them. It’s an Experience, and if you’re up for it, I think it’s worth the time. Cinderella Phenomenon (f/m): This game is free on Steam so go get it. You play as a really, genuinely shitty princess who gets cursed to be poor and forgotten and she has to help one of the ROs break his fairy tale curse so that she can learn about being a good person herself and return to her normal life. This game doesn’t look like much, but it has a genuinely well-written main character who’s actually at the center of each of the stories and in the overarching plot instead of just being around to make eyes at the real protagonists, aka the love interests. Aside from the main character, my favorite part of this game’s writing is how each route slowly but very smoothly expands upon the overarching intrigue. If you play them in a certain order, you get more and more info revealed to you that you didn’t see in other routes, gaps are filled in as you find out more about what actually happened and why, but every route also stands on its own as a full experience and none is more canon than the rest. There’s also some really heavy emotional parental abuse explored, which I found quite potent at times. The romances themselves were alright, I think Karma and Waltz were my faves.

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5 Quality Yet Accessible Tragic Anime You Should Watch

Let’s talk about tragedy in anime. Ain’t nothin’ like watching some sad anime boys experiencing sad things while I sit there and cry. I love tragedy in anime, there’s just a certain satisfaction in ‘dissatisfaction’. Sometimes, it’s far more meaningful for someone to lose a fight, to make a hard decision or sacrifice something. Maybe the hero never saves the girl, or a loved one just doesn’t make it. Yes, in a perfect world everyone ends up happy, but this isn’t a perfect world. People suffer, and sometimes it ends on a good note, sometimes everything goes to hell and the world burns. That gritty realism and human error adds a level of empathy and depth to many shows that would otherwise lack it. I personally think it’s worth talking about that, since I don’t think tragic anime get enough love.

So I thought I’d make a quick list of 5 accessible yet Quality tragedy series, ranging from pretty popular and accessible, to slightly more niche. Many of you have seen these series I’m sure, but with the continuous stream of shows being released every single season, it can be hard to either go back and watch older shows, or stay on top of newer ones. These are just a few picks that I would urge anyone and everyone to go and at least try.

I should also preface this by saying, when I say tragedy, it doesn’t mean the show has a depressing ending. By tragedy I’m referring to tragic events happening in a show regularly, be it at the end, the beginning or throughout. Simply putting something on this list, doesn’t mean it has a tragic ending, so you can rest assured there are still surprises to come when watching these.

Also, these are all my opinions, everyone is entitled to them. You can disagree or agree, it’s up to you, we can even discuss my peeps. Just don’t brutalize me for shows you don’t like or if one of your favorites isn’t on this list.

All of that being said, Here are 5 tragic series I think everyone should at least try:

1. Code Geass

Starting off simple we have Code Geass. What a show this was back in the day. Death Note, mixed with Mechs and sci-fi and chess and a whole lot of edge. For many people, they have already seen it, it’s almost guaranteed if you watched anime in the early 2000s. However, as time goes on, this series slowly falls into obscurity, many people being less attracted by its flamboyant art style and the ever growing age. It seems like Code Geass is slowly fading away with time, people online aren’t forgetting about it, but moving on, and many new fans are understandably detracted from a show like this.

But they’re all wrong. This series is incredible. It’s a fundamental “must-watch” show. Sure, it shows it’s age now, but that doesn’t detract from it’s plot and characters. With a very likeable cast, a constantly expanding story, high stakes, insane powers and mind games, politics and action, all of these make an insanely good series, one that warrants repeated viewing to this day. What starts as a boy being in the wrong place at the wrong time, blows up into a worldwide conflict. This is one of those series that sticks with you, there are scenes and moments in this you just never forget moving forward.

Some of the things I love is Sunrise’s mech designs, Lancelot as well as many of the Knightmare frame designs in the movies and show are still fun and vibrant to this day. Many old Mecha shows become redundant years later as the designs don’t hold up. This one though, certainly does.

I also really love the voice acting. Yes the sub is good, but the dub (fight me) is just mwah. Johnny Yong Bosch as Lelouch is nut worthy. Just watch the first episode where he gives his first command. Insta nut. I’m telling you.

I also love the endings of both seasons. I think the first is a really good climax, while the second season closes about as well as this could, while still coming out of left field.

Some things that I think detract people, definitely start with the art style. Sunrise’s designs for the machines and backgrounds and such is fine, it looks good, however Clamp’s character designs are definitely an acquired taste. They’re not for everyone. Everyone looks super slender, almost cartoon like in their clothes and proportions. Yes you get used to it, but they still look very “different” to the standard, even back when it first came out.

Another is sometimes, the show just goes to very strange places, for example having an episode to do with drug addiction that just came out of left-field. In the same vein, some people have very mixed opinions on season two, not entirely liking the direction it goes and some of the character developments. However, a lot of these things are subjective and I’ll leave them up to you to decide.

Spanning two, 25 episode seasons (you can definitely just pretend the movie never happened) as well as several spin off OVAs and Shorts (Those you actually can watch though), the series is a pretty long watch by today’s standards, but it’s definitely worth it.

2. Zankyou No Terror

Next up, we have Terror in Resonance. This one for sure is worth the watch even without the tragedy. This is one of those shows, which is so visually appealing to watch. It’s one of the most aesthetically pleasing shows I’ve ever seen. I guarantee anyone who’s interested in aesthetic gifs and images of weeb stuff, has seen shots from this show without even realizing it. It’s not exactly a niche show, but it’s a little less accessible than something like “Angel Beats”, with a much more serious and gritty tone. It’s not criminally underrated, but I just really wish more people had seen this, since it genuinely is a beautiful series.

Some of the things I really love about this show, is (as I’ve mentioned a thousand times) the aesthetic sense. Every shot in this series is screenshot worthy, with plenty scenes making for ‘straight-out-the-box’ gifs and icons and whatever it is you kids use screenshots for. Even the food, just like papa Gigguk mentioned, is just mwah, spicy stuff. I attribute this to the very well considered color palette, realistic lighting and designs, as well as just overall good cinematography.

On the less visible side of things, the story hold ups really well too, with some very genuinely emotional moments and scenes. Just like Code Geass above, this series has a very well considered ending, with a “Wholesome”(?) message at the end.

The only negatives I can really give for the series, is some pacing issues if you’re an impatient brat like me, as well as almost a complete lack of lightheartedness. The series can be sweet and touching, but it’s almost always dark and serious at the same time, with no time to relax or breathe throughout.

I think there isn’t as much to say about ZnT as there is about Code geass, as it’s not as subjective. It is an objectively high quality show, your own enjoyment of it is what varies. Unlike Code Geass, there isn’t many flaws, but it doesn’t take as many risks. To me, this show is a very safe bet. It looks gorgeous, is only 11 episodes (you big boys and girls can binge that) and tells a satisfying, self-contained story. A little bonus is that it’s directed by Shinichiro Watanabe, famous for Cowboy Bebop and Samurai Champloo, so hey- It has that going for it too.

3. Parasyte: The Maxim

Following on, we have one of the series that introduced me to tragedy, Parasyte: The Maxim. Let me tell you, this series is dark. And violent. Very violent at times.

When it first aired in 2014, the response was pretty good, it didn’t reach critical Acclaim, but had its own cult following, with the manga having been published from the late 80s to the mid 90s. For me, this was one of my first truly “darker” and more violent anime, having really only watched shounen and some seinen before that. This to me isn’t one of the best stories ever, the characters are fine, and the show looks acceptable. But while it doesn’t excel in anything, it does everything really well. To me, it’s the perfect bridge from Casual fan, to serious- or even as a primer for more dark and violent stories, such as Berserk or dare I say it Tokyo Ghoul (Read the manga, please don’t support the anime adaptation).

For me personally, I really Liked the main character, he drove the show on for me. Watching him develop into someone completely different from the beginning of the show, was a real draw to me. He’s likeable, relatable to an extent, and he had a complete character arc. Shinichi in the beginning is not the same character as in the end.

This character is also used to convey a deeper meaning about what humanity is and how we define the term. It’s a really interesting series about us as a race, with some genuine things to discuss and think about, which leaves a longer lasting impression than most shows. It’s the sort of series that makes you want to share it with other people just so you can talk to them about it. Ah- and it’ll hit you in the feels. This show is genuinely tragic through out, but still stays personal to the small cast, which to me, is the sign of a really good tragedy. Despite things going on in the entire world, they make you care about these few people specifically.

However, it has it’s own problems too. Art wise, it’s very faithful to the original source material, capturing the feel of it, the low key oppressive vibes. However, this also means, it can look a little… ‘Bland’? At times. The earthy colors can be a little drab, especially in an age were Studio Trigger, for example, can make an eye-gasm worthy scene using colours you didn’t even know existed.

The other problem, is some of the characters are very one dimensional. Take the love interest, she doesn’t really develop or change at all throughout the series, but I personally give this a pass as she’s not super relevant to the story anyway.

A fair warning though, this series has some strong violence, plenty of gore and mutilation, if that’s a problem for you, I suggest either giving this one a skip, or just trying to sit through it. It’ll be a good learning experience.

Spanning a fair 24 episodes, having aired in 2014, this series is both bingeable, and holds-up very well in the modern ecosystem of anime. To me, this is a pretty top tier show, a solid 8/10, it’s very good, a really well made show, It makes for the perfect bridge into far more serious and dark stories, such as maybe Berserk and Devilman, hence why I put it on this list.

4. Fate/Zero

For my second to last show, perhaps one of the most well known franchises, that is lowkey kinda niche. Fate is a series everyone knows the existence of, but not as many people have actually watched, especially not casual fans. To be frank, it’s intimidating. The series has no real easy entry point, and all the timelines are relatively interwoven, you can’t just bounce around. Everything spoils everything and it’s scary to even look at a list of fate entries.

That’s why I picked Fate Zero. To me, it’s the best entry point into the Type/Moon genre. For those of you who don’t know, it’s basically a battle royal between seven summoners who each have a servant of different classes. They all have to fight for the Holy Grail, an artifact that will grant them a single wish. Sounds simple right?

Well it’s not. The entire series is full of not only badass action, but plenty of mind games and ‘cat-and-mouse’ between the characters. It’s brutal, it’s tragic, violent and uplifting. Ufotable delivers some of the highest quality animation you’ll see in your life (they’re renowned for it), but it doesn’t just look good. The story is compelling, the characters are genuinely likeable and by the end, I wanted everyone to live and survive. Everyone has believable and compelling motivation, and even the objectively evil characters, like Caster, are still likeable, because you begin to love to hate them. The entire season honestly plays out more like a compressed microcosmic version of Game of Thrones, than a battle royal anime.

There are plenty of things I like about this series, the plot is really fun, the fights are pretty damn cool and it can be a very emotional show at times. I could talk about these aspects endlessly. However, the thing that really makes Fate for me, is the characters. Each individual characters gets some time and attention, and with the exception of a few, you really genuinely like and care about everyone. You want everyone to win, or at least survive, since all of them are either genuinely lovable, or have very compelling motivation.

The other part to it is, this is the best starting point for the rest of Fate, and I would actually argue that it enhances many scenes found in the subsequent (story wise) series, even if they aired prior to Zero. This series both introduced me to Fate, and got me attached and invested in the world, which is the sign of a good (technically) first series.

On the other hand, it has problems. First of all, it’s pretty interwoven with the later series. Those came before it and set up a lot of mysteries and ideas that Zero goes out of it’s way to explain, from character identities to events in the timeline, watching Zero will spoil a lot of those things, which may lessen the later experiences for some people.

The other flaw is despite being maybe the best starting point for Fate, it still isn’t entirely accessible. The show can be straight up confusing at times, at least for someone who hasn’t seen Fate. Many elements of the world aren’t explained and you’re just expected to go along with it, since it’s either just a part of this world, or explained in other series. Which is fine, but often lead to some rather “But wait… What just happened?” moments.

Ultimately, Fate/Zero is fantastic series for anyone looking for a really good character drama, full of magic and badass historical references. It’s not the best introduction but it’s the best you’ll get from Fate. Similarly to Code Geass and ZnT, the series has a really good conclusion in my opinion, with plenty of tragic moments sprinkled throughout.

For Fate, Zero specifically consists of two seasons of 12 episodes each, for a bingeable 24 episode series. For ideas where to go next from this, look for my upcoming Tumblr Post explaining the fate continuity.

5. Mobile Suit Gundam : Iron-Blooded Orphans

And Finally, we come to our last pick of the day. This is a series, I would urge anyone to watch. If I could make you watch one Single series from this list, this would be it. Throw away any views you have on the franchise or the genre, don’t be afraid of the name, just give this series a try.

Iron Blooded Orphans follows a small mercenary band of boys who just want to make a home for themselves in a galaxy strained by political unrest. The premise is simple, just people trying to survive and make a life for themselves.

Well what if I told you it was directed and written by the same Duo that made AnoHana, one of the most commonly acknowledged tragic shows out there. This duo write and direct stories about innocent children being put through immense hardship and this series is no different. This show is tragic, painful even. I sobbed as many times as I laughed and smiled in this show. We spend a season watching them come up in the world, only to watch everything get torn apart in the second season, and it is genuinely emotional and heart wrenching.

Something I love about this series, is the characters and how attached you become to them. Death is a genuine threat in this show, even if you don’t feel it in the beginning. When people die, it hurts, and that applies to IBO, where each death leaves resounding ripples on the people around them. It handles familial relationships really well, making you believe in these people and their emotions. When they suffer, you cry for them, and when they get brief moments of respite, you do too. I love how invested you become in this ragtag team of boys, making some of the later scenes all the more devastating when they happen.

Another thing I love is the stakes. Within the second season, the pressure to perform is on, the first season, while having threats and such, was never even close to season two. To be vague, one of my favorite moments is when a character has to land a decisive shot in the midst of a battle, and everyone’s lives are on the line. That entire confrontation is one of my favorite scenes in anime of all time. It is truly suspenseful and will take you on an emotional journey.

To top it all off, it’s made by Sunrise. If you like Mechs, well oh boy do they have you covered, and if you don’t- well oh boy, you will when you’re done. This show makes the mech Genre, and Gundam entirely accessible, you need no prior knowledge, you don’t need to be a fan to enjoy it. The fights are really fun and have genuinely cool moments, as cool as it can get for a mech anyway. The characters and story are well written and everything just comes together to make a very well produced show- Good job Sunrise.

It doesn’t go without it’s own problems though. The first 20 ish episodes, until they get to earth, are not pointless, but have some pacing issues, as well as low stakes. There are threats and people die, but you never feel that scared or intense. Then towards the end of season one, the show kicks into high gear. To counteract this slow start, the series has a phenomenal season two that I genuinely believe everyone should watch, as it’s a perfect example of character drama done exceptionally well.

The series is comprised of two seasons of 25 episodes each, totaling a measly (if you’re a big boy or girl) 50 episodes. There is several related forms of media, nothing worth mentioning though, for more Gundam, you’re better off watching other series from the franchise.

If I can only force you to watch one, please go out and watch Iron Blooded Orphans. To me, it’s 9- pushing a 10/10 series, with a undeniably slow start, but a fantastic heart felt, emotional ending.

So that’s it from me guys. Thanks for taking the time to read the ramblings of a mad man like me, but I hope this gives some people some ideas on where to go next or what they can watch now. If you enjoyed, make sure to follow me for more discussions and lists and whatever else anime related. If you have any advice, or want to discuss something with me, go ahead let me know, other than that- Leave, go outside, get some fresh air after reading all that.

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Follow The Leader

Pairing: It’s a foursome! John Winchester x OFC, Dean Winchester x OFC, Sam Winchester x OFC (No Wincest)

Rating: Explicit, NSFW, Smut

Warnings: Language, seduction clichés, foursome dynamics (f/m/m/m), Daddy kink, oral sex (male and female), face riding, titty fuck (is that a technical term because I couldn’t find one), mention of bodily fluids (a lot), female ejaculation, grinding, unprotected sex

Word Count: 12.9K  

Summary: Catarina has a new neighbor who has caught her attention. What happens when her plan of seduction brings about more than she bargained for.

A/N: This has got to be the most smut I’ve written for one scene. A foursome is is a lot of work lol. I wrote this more as a joke because it’s all very cliché and predictable, but the more I wrote, the more I fell in love with it. I didn’t think you guys would mind reading this literary porno. Hope you like it and enjoy!

Masterlist is in my bio

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Cat sipped from her glass of lemonade, the coolness of the beverage only slightly easing the heat coming off her skin. It was one of the hottest fucking days she’d ever experienced and she was fast losing patience with the day. It was why she was currently dressed in a baby blue bikini, the material representing that of a bandage dress rather than a flimsy swimsuit. It was a newer purchase, but one of her favorites. The style flattered her curves while the color offset the golden hue of her olive skin. It was a ploy…a weapon in a carefully crafted plan. A plan that involved a man.

 Her new neighbor to be exact.

 John Winchester was new to the area and had recently bought the place next to hers. The home needed some work; the space not as newly renovated as others in the neighborhood. That was how Cat had discovered the rugged stranger had moved in. Four months ago he’d been doing some exterior work on the house, his broad back encased in a gray t-shirt that clung to him in dampened spots on his skin. He wore dark jeans and thick boots, the roughness of his appearance doing nothing to dissuade her fast-growing attraction. His hair was thick and dark with an even layer of stubble along his jaw and chin. The staggered spots of gray are what made her panties soaked. The minute she’d locked eyes with him as she walked to the mailbox she knew she was a goner. His gaze was dark and penetrating. He’d eyed her with both a gentlemanly interest and a predator’s pursuit of prey.

 It. Was. Intense.

That was what had set her on her current track. Four months of friendly chats and delicate flirting were starting to take its toll. And Cat couldn’t entirely rule out the sudden heatwave having an effect either. The weather aided her efforts, the pool in her backyard a beacon and perfect stage for her theatrics.

 The sun was already high as she stepped onto the porch with her tanning essentials. Music softly floated through the Bluetooth speaker she had set up as she walked to the lounger in the sun. She timed her actions perfectly. Cat may not have a lot of experience in the bedroom, but she’d never had an issue going after what she wanted. Especially when she knew the thing she wanted, wanted her back just as badly.

 The fences that separated the two yards was a newer addition and one she’d originally hated. The people that had previously owned her house were a family and they thought the small white picket fence was cute and picturesque for their apple pie life. Cat despised it…until now. The fence only came up to a person’s waist, the feature more about looks than actual privacy. It had always been on Cat’s list of things to re-do, but the house next door had been vacant for quite some time so there was no need to rush. And after seeing the new neighbor, well now she didn’t mind the lack of privacy.

 The soft scent of coconut filled her nostrils as she rubbed a low level sunscreen and tanning lotion on her skin. The heat was already making her feel toasty, but she persisted. Her dark shades kept her eyes shielded and she was thankful because that meant she could ogle in peace. She laid her towel on the chair and positioned herself so that the yard to her right would have the perfect view of her profile. She piled her dark waves on top of her head, relishing in the cool breeze that swept over her naked neck. She had just laid down when she heard the opening of a door and voices. A small wave of anxiety washed over her when she heard more than one, caught off guard by the fact that John could have company. She remained still and listened intently, realizing she recognized them. They belonged to his sons.

 Cat had caught a glimpse of the two men on a few occasions, never formally meeting them. She only recently found out they were his sons because she heard them address him as such. Luckily for John, she was into the Daddy thing. The revelation had momentarily surprised her, but she soon discovered the strong genes the Winchester men seemed to carry and was lusting after them as well. Both were hulking men like their father with the same intense energy. She’d watched them once as they worked on a sleek black car in the driveway, the action almost erotic and far too arousing for her deprived body.

 And now, instead of covering herself or going back inside, Cat smiled and settled back into the chair. She was bound to catch something with the net she threw out.

 “The hole in the back fence is small, but it needs to be patched up.” John’s voice ran over her body like a blanket, her legs parting slightly at the tempting sound. She’d imagined many times what kind of lover he was. Imagined how he’d take her and what he’d do…the things he would say. The fantasies had gotten her off successfully and she wanted so very badly to experience them in reality.

 “Yeah, should be a quick fix. Right, Sammy?” That voice belonged to the shorter, lighter haired man. His voice worked magic on her body about as well as his father’s. It was deep and soothing, a smoothness to it that his father’s lacked.

 “I think you can handle that by yourself Dean.” This voice was softer, but no less sexy. Its owner was the taller of the men, his giant-like frame making Cat want to wrap her legs around his waist and straddle him.

 She opened her eyes beneath her sunglasses, turning her head slightly to peek into the yard. Her lips were parted as her breathing faintly increased, the excitement of having three gorgeous men so close starting to show. They were huddled near the porch, their backs still to her place. She made a split second decision and decided to up the ante.

 Cat got to her feet, the soft pink color of her toenails already standing out against the developing tan. She made a show of stretching, as if she’d been out there for hours already. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the men shift, their bodies appearing to face in her direction now. She continued to act as if she hadn’t noticed them, adjusting the waistband of her suit as she stepped towards the edge of the pool. Her back faced them now, but she could feel their gazes. A woman could always feel a man’s gaze. Whether it was welcomed or not. A woman knew. And this time she was accepting the attention with open arms, and at some point, open legs too.

 The water was clear and reflected beautifully off the sun. The steps underneath the cool surface aided her as she submerged herself, the sensation making her moan softly. She hesitated on the last few steps, the water only coming to her thighs. She decided to free her hair, shaking the long tresses loose as she tossed the hair elastic and her sunglasses to the side. Her actions were completely cliched and obvious, but they were classics because they worked. It was easy bait for men and that just happened to be Cat’s goal.

 She returned to her descent in the water, aware that no noise was coming from the yard behind her still. She smiled as she plunged below the surface, swimming to one end of the pool and doubling back. On a normal day Cat would be in the pool anyway, though the obvious acts of seduction would not be a part of that routine. She loved the water and she loved swimming, and this just happened to also be a perfect way to show her neighbor what he’d been missing. A notion that now extended to his sons.

 Cat broke the water’s surface back at the end she entered in. She pushed her hair back, the ink-colored locks now weighted down with water. She let her eyes fall to the fence and as she climbed up the steps, the trio of men were revealed to her. They were trying not to be obvious and it was cute. There were beers in their hands, their eyes darting from her, to each other, and down to their feet. She could see how they were trying to be respectful and not perverted in their staring, but Cat didn’t want that noble side they all clearly had. She wanted the grit underneath. She wanted what was hidden behind the curtain.

 She caught John’s eye and he waved somewhat sheepishly. The gesture made a laugh fall from her lips, but she returned the wave. That was her opening and she was going to take it.

 “Hi there,” She called, voice carrying over the sorry excuse for a fence. Her feet propelled her forward, bypassing the towel she would normally grab to protect her modesty. John figured out her destination and met her at the fence. Cat gathered her hair and wringed out the excess water to allow the strands to start to air dry. She kept eye contact with the older man the whole time, becoming more and more aware of her state of undress the closer he got.  

 “Staying cool?” He asked, using his beer to motion to the pool at her back.

 She nodded, resting her fingers along the tips of the pointed fence. “Yeah, the damn thing is a blessing in this godforsaken heat.”

 “Tell me about it. The boys and I’ve been working around the house since the sun came up.” John pointed a thumb to the men that stood behind him and Cat leaned over his shoulder so she could see. They were listening to their conversation, their expressions neutral but the way they gripped their beers said something else entirely.

 “You haven’t met the boys have you?”

 She shook her head and waited as John called for them to come over. Up close they were better than what she’d seen of them. They each were attractive in their own ways. The shorter one had eyes that made her feel as if she were staring straight into a green meadow. His lips were soft and full for a man’s. They made her want a taste. The taller of the two had eyes similar to his father, dark and full of emotion. But they held a gentleness in them too that eclipsed the intensity. His jaw was chiseled and the barest hints of a five o’clock shadow were visible.

 “This is Sam and Dean. My sons.” John said with a smile that showcased just how proud he was of his children. Cat took note of their names, matching them to their faces now. She stuck her hand out and shook theirs in return, noting how they swallowed hers. The feeling made a shiver of desire shoot up her spine.

 “It’s nice to meet you both. I’m Cat.” She introduced, licking her lips when she caught the quick glimpse Dean gave her breasts. She couldn’t nor would she blame him for the action. Her breasts were pushed up and together by the support of the bikini top. The cleavage she had in this suit was stellar and she wanted to utilize it.

 “Likewise.” Sam replied with a polite smile. He was much more discreet about his visual exploration of her body, but she caught it nonetheless.

 “Cat…Is that short for something?” Dean asked, his plump lips wrapping around the end of the beer bottle and taking a long pull. She watched his throat move at the action, his Adam’s apple nearly hypnotizing her.

 “Catarina. It’s a family name.” She answered, noting the way his green eyes bore into hers. It was almost as if he was suspicious of her, but the interest was still prevalent. He was sizing her up. She embraced it.

 “It’s a beautiful name.” John interjected. She met his eyes and smiled, a blush blooming across her skin at the compliment.

 “Thanks.” She replied bashfully, eyelashes fluttering up at him. “So…,” She started, eager to move the conversation along. “You guys just passing through or…” She trailed off, letting one of them finish the thought for her.

 “Yeah, just helping our dad out with some stuff.” Sam supplied, his long hair catching the wind. The statement was vague and Cat caught the slight hesitation at the end, but she didn’t push it.

 “That’s awfully nice of you boys. Wish I had helpers like that.” She was making conversation but she couldn’t help the warmth that spread within her body when Sam responded.

 “If you need help with something we could take a look.” The offer was sweet, but the underlying context was not lost on anyone. Sam surprised her with his brazenness, but she relished in it.

 “You’d do that? I mean…I don’t wanna be a bother.” Cat smiled sweetly, innocence radiating from her eyes, but her body language said otherwise. She bit her lip when she noticed all three of their gazes fall to her breasts as she pushed them together with her arms. It was done with ease and years of practice so that it didn’t look the least bit rehearsed. They all took the bait.

 John cleared his throat with a chuckle while Dean’s lips shifted up into a barely there smirk. Sam looked down at her, letting her catch him as his eyes moved from her face to her chest. The reactions were feeding her desire; feeding the woman inside that yearned to be taken by a man. It’d be so long and Cat was tired of doing everything on her own, including getting herself off.

 “No bother, darlin’. I’ve told you that before.” John finally spoke up, his voice sounding gravelly and lower than before. The term of endearment was one he’d chosen a time or two when speaking with her and it’d always done a good job of setting her panties ablaze…when she was wearing them.

 “I know. I just-,” She stopped when Dean cut her off abruptly, silencing her pitiful explanation.

 “What’d you need?” His voice sounded like honey and whiskey. He’d said it so matter-of-factly that she’d immediately shut up and obeyed.

 “Pipes under the sink in the kitchen have been leaking.” Cat answered immediately, her obedience seeming to please each man.

 “We’ll have a look. Is now okay?” Dean asked, though she took it as more of a demand.

 She nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’ll let you guys in through the front door?” It came out as a question, but neither man answered it.

 “Give us ten minutes.” John said, a new spark in his eyes that had Cat’s blood rushing between her thighs. The three of them didn’t speak, but they seemed to be conducting a silent conversation with just their eyes. It was thrilling and somewhat intimidating. Not five minutes ago Cat had been in complete control of the situation. But now…now she was at their mercy.

 “Sure.” She said, her voice smaller than before. They parted from the fence, Cat gathering her things hurriedly. She tried hard not to listen to her rational brain about how irresponsible and dangerous she was acting in that moment. This was what she had wanted, though with a few extra pleasures. But she was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

 She raced upstairs, knowing she had no time for a shower. Instead she stripped off her swimsuit and dressed in one of her favorite summer dresses. The floral patterned garment came to just above her knees, the sleeveless style allowing her arms to show how much color she’d gotten in the short time she’d been outside. There was a row of buttons that lined the front of the dress from her chest to the hemline. Cat popped open the first few, giving a small glimpse to her braless chest. She skipped underwear and went to the bathroom to assess herself. She wasn’t wearing much makeup. Waterproof mascara and lip gloss were the extent of that. Her hair had already dried for the most part and she left it in the natural waves it formed to.

 A knock from downstairs had her freezing, nerves pitting in her stomach. But that persistent throb in her pussy was what kept her moving forward; the promise of what was to come too good to pass up.

 Cat hurried down the stairs and took a deep breath before swinging the door open. Three men took up the space of her door and then some. John held up a toolbox and she beckoned them in, stepping back to make room.

 “Let me show you the kitchen.” Her voice carried down the hall as they followed, her back feeling the heat from their stares. She moved to the sink and bent to open the cabinet doors. “I noticed it about a week ago but the leak is small so no real damage has been done.” She explained as she turned to face the trio. They were all looking at her hungrily, their posture stiff as they each gazed over a different part of her. John’s eyes were centered on her face. Sam’s were on her chest. Dean’s emerald stare was on her exposed legs.

 Cat cleared her throat and stepped to the side to let them take a look at the problem. Sam was the one who moved first, his large frame ducking under the cabinet to inspect the issue. “You guys want a beer?” She asked, desperate to keep her hands busy.

 “Sure.” Dean replied, his hands shoved deep into his jean pockets. John nodded in agreement as he moved to help Sam.

 Cat removed four beers from the fridge and lined them up on the counter. She grabbed her bottle opener and removed the caps easily, the metal making soft pings as they fell to the counter. She kept one for herself and handed one off to Dean, leaving the others for John and Sam.

 “Impressive.” Dean remarked. At her confused gaze he gestured to the pile of caps and the opener.

 “Oh, I bartended in college. Some stuff stuck.” Cat explained, mindful of the way her dress had shifted to show the top of her left breast. She didn’t move to fix it.

 “Okay, think we figured it out.” Sam’s voice was muffled since his head was still underneath the sink, but she easily could make out his words.

 “Already? Don’t tell me it just needed to be tightened.” She groaned, afraid it was something as innocuous as tightening the seal. While it was a blessing to her bank account, she’d been prepared to have them in her kitchen for longer than five minutes.

 “It just needed to be tightened.” John teased as he wiped his hands on a rag he’d brought. He walked towards her, his tongue playing with the seam of his lips. Cat held her breath as he invaded her space and reached behind her to retrieve his beer. He didn’t back away once he did. He took a long swig from the bottle, his lips now glistening with the beverage. She couldn’t help but think about his mouth and face between her thighs, her juices coating him in much the same way. She clenched her thighs at the mental image.

 Dean saddled up next to her suddenly, appearing out of nowhere. He leaned against the counter, his eyes following the open path of cleavage. John chuckled, pulling her eyes back to him. Their scents made her head feel dizzy. Combined they smelled like whiskey, mint, and motor oil. The effect was tantalizing.

 “See something you like, son?” John asked, though the question was rhetorical. Dean smirked as he licked his lips, eyeing her now without caution or discretion. They were both openly admiring her, the action both pleasing and terrifying. She felt like a sheep with a pack of wolves; visually devouring their meal before they’d even had a taste.

 “You were right…” Dean started, his body now pressed against hers as he let his nose bury itself in her hair. He was addressing his father, but all of his attention was on Cat. “She’s not wearing a bra or panties.”

 She couldn’t help it. She moaned. John smiled smugly, seemingly pleased with himself for his prediction. Cat wasn’t the least bit ashamed or embarrassed that she’d been so predictable. Her nipples were straining against the thin fabric of her dress and she jutted her breasts out in response, eager to have someone show them attention. Dean inhaled against her hair, the rumble in his chest making gooseflesh appear across her skin.

 “She smells good. Like coconut and the sun.” Dean spoke as if she wasn’t standing right there. The action didn’t anger her. It made her putty in their outstretched hands.

 “You need us to help you with something else, baby girl?” John’s voice was gentle, but his eyes were boring into her as if he already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear her say it.

 He set his beer back down behind her and stepped closer, moving a strand of hair off her face. “If you want us to touch you, you gotta say it.” He demanded, his breathing fanning across her skin like a minty breeze.

 “Yes.” She pleaded, eager to have their hands on her.

 “Yes, what?” Dean asked.

 Cat locked eyes with John as she spoke, temporarily putting the ball back in her court. “Yes Daddy.” She said with all the softness and innocence she could muster. John’s reaction was instantaneous. He growled, his meaty hands encasing her throat as he tilted her face towards his.

 “She already knows what you like.” Dean said with a laugh, his words taunting in her ear.

 The eldest of the three men held her throat with a firm grip, but not tight enough to cut off her breathing. His pupils were blown wide, his deep gaze almost black with untamed lust. The heat from their bodies had her leaning into them, the men practically holding her up. She could feel her thighs start to dampen, her arousal overflowing. Her body started to thrum with energy as her pussy tried to clamp around something that wasn’t there. She desperately needed to be stuffed. Stuffed to a fullness that would have her sore for days.

 “You wet for Daddy, baby girl?” John asked, his tongue licking his lips seductively as he spoke. She nodded, unable to form the words. He didn’t seem to mind her silence. “Check her out, Dean…wanna know how badly she’s aching for it.” He ordered, his eyes still locked on her.

 A calloused hand delicately traced up the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs slightly, granting access to the man still pressed beside her. His breath was hot in her ear and against her neck, his breathing not nearly as erratic as her own. A finger came into contact with her bare lips suddenly and she jolted, the touch expected but still a shock to her system. Cat whimpered as Dean teased her opening, his finger never breaking through the flesh to explore her depths. He didn’t necessarily have to. Her cup runneth over.

 “Don’t tease her, son.” John instructed, his hands still encasing her throat. His grip was gentler now, his fingertips tracing small patterns into her neck.

 “You know I like to play with my food before I eat it.” God, his voice was unbelievably sexy. “She’s on the edge already. Juices coating my finger like molasses. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?” His words made her pussy flutter, feeding the high she was currently riding. He abruptly dipped a finger inside of her and she reached for his wrist, grasping it firmly as he swam in her waves.

 “Does that feel good?”

 Cat wasn’t quite sure who had asked the question, but she answered with a strangled moan and a nod of her head.

 “You want more?”

 Again she nodded, trying but failing to push herself down onto Dean’s finger.

 Suddenly, their touches were gone. Cat whimpered pitifully at the unexpected loss of their heat, her body tense with unreleased ecstasy. She opened her eyes and noticed the two men who’d been tending to her had stepped back, their massive figures no longer crowding her. Beyond them she could see Sam sprawled out on the floor on his back, hands cradling his head as he smirked up at her.

 “Take a seat on Sammy, baby girl. He’s gonna help ease that throbbing.” John gestured to his son as if he was presenting her with a new car. He noticed her hesitation and his face grew serious. “You wanna stop you just say the word. No harm, no foul.” His words were drained of any lust that had been there before, but he still spoke with a softness that let her know he wasn’t bullshitting her.

 “No, I want this.” She replied quickly, uncaring of how desperate she sounded. Dean snickered at her, his hand grazing the hardened bulge beneath his jeans. Cat rubbed her legs together, the lack of friction only fanning the powerful fire within her.

 The men caught her pathetic attempt at relieving herself, each of them clenching a jaw. John reached a hand out to her and she took it. He walked her to Sam’s laid out body, his form taking up a huge portion of the kitchen. She went to straddle his waist, but John stopped her.

 “Not there.” He pulled her further along and stopped once she was standing next to Sam’s head.

 “Sit down, sweetheart. Sam will take good care of you.” Dean winked at her as she looked to John for confirmation. He seemed to be the ringleader in all this, so it only felt natural for her to follow his lead. The eldest Winchester nodded and helped her ease down to the floor to straddle Sam’s face. She was nervous and her face must’ve shown it.

 “You ever done this before?” John asked as she seated herself along Sam’s wide chest; the younger man’s hands settling on her hips immediately. His hands were large and rough, and they felt delicious against her body. His face was nestled between her fleshy thighs and the fact that she was completely nude under her dress was suddenly apparent…to everyone.

 “Which part?” Cat asked with a soft laugh, the nerves showing themselves in her words. John smiled warmly, a thick hand tangling in her dark locks.

 “Guess that answers my question.” He teased, his eyes back to being a warm cocoa. His gaze absorbed her and made her feel safe. Made her feel as if he was going to take care of her.

 “Just relax.” Sam’s voice made her jolt in surprise. He’d been suspiciously quiet throughout the events leading up to this moment, but looking at him now, Cat could see the twinkle of mischief in his eyes that said he wanted this…wanted her.

 She nodded and let the sensations take over her body. Sam’s scruff between her legs scratched in a way that was both uncomfortable and arousing. John’s hand continued to weave itself in her hair, his blunt fingernails scratching against her scalp. She could feel Sam’s hands start to inch her dress up her thighs to reveal her to him. Cat let instinct take over and shifted the fabric of her dress out of the way. He made a humming noise in his throat, pleased by her consideration. He lined kisses along her upper thighs, dancing around the area she needed him the most.

 “Fuck. You smell good.” Sam growled. The gentleness in his touches and words were gone. He seemed to tap into something primal at the scent of her. He licked the length of her pussy, gathering up the mess she’d made. A noise left her lips, something between a moan and a yell. Her hips retracted from his touch, but his grip pulled back to anchor her to his mouth.

 “Don’t fight it.” Dean was at her side and speaking directly in her ear again. He nibbled at her lobe while his brother lapped at her hungrily. Her hands tangled in Sam’s thick hair, pulling at the root when his teeth encased her clit. Cat threw her head back and she vaguely registered that she collided with a solid thigh. John’s hand was still in her hair; the soft pets to her head making her feel like Daddy’s good girl.

 “How’s she taste, Sammy?” Dean asked as his mouth continued to work along her ear and neck. He appeared to be the mouthpiece of the group. His words propelled the energy into another dimension. He appeared to enjoy taunting and torturing his victims before he put them out of their blissful misery.

 Sam sucked on her clit harshly and then licked his lips lavishly as he spoke. “Like the sweetest cherry pie.” He’d placed an unforgiving kiss to her pussy in between each word. “You’ll love it, Dean.”

 “Open your eyes.” Cat couldn’t stop the gyrating of her hips against Sam, pleading for more. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but they opened at Dean’s demand. She turned to look at him and watched with rapt fascination as he sucked on his finger. The same finger that had been inside her not five minutes before.

 “Yeah, you’re right. Tastes like a ripe cherry pie.” Dean rasped, a knowing smirk planted on his lips.

 A literal flood rushed to her pussy at both the sound and sight of him. A familiar tingling was starting to make itself known, though it felt far more intense than anything she’d felt before. Her limbs felt heavy with lust, her mind mottled by each man and what he was doing to her.

 “She liked that. Filled my mouth up.” Sam said from between her legs.

 “Think she’s close.” That was John. His hand now keeping her against his leg as his son worked her over with his mouth.

 “You need more, sweetheart?” Dean.

 Cat nodded deliriously. She could feel herself ready to crest over the edge. The throbbing in her pussy was becoming downright painful and she needed to find a release soon.

 “Let me take care of that.” It was Dean again. His hands started to unbutton her dress, revealing her naked breasts to the cool air. She pushed her breasts into his hands eagerly and was rewarded with a tug to her nipple. It felt as if another silent conversation had taken place because Sam changed his movements and used his fingers to open her up. He explored her once again with his tongue, her pussy wide open for his abuse.

 “Beautiful.” John remarked as Cat pressed her face into his denim-clad thigh. All three of their actions sent her into oblivion. Her nerves ignited and her whole body tensed as a rush of overstimulation washed over her. Her mind lifted above her as her body rode the waves. She was vaguely aware that she was probably suffocating Sam, but she didn’t think beyond that point. This orgasm felt too good to interrupt.

 Her eyelids fluttered open. She felt as if she’d passed out, but she was till upright and straddling Sam’s face. Her whole body felt hot and satiated. She let her hands loosen in the brown hair she’d been gripping, but jerked away when the owner of said hair licked at her sensitive pussy. She whimpered and cuddled into John’s leg still holding her up. His hand moved her hair out of her face, his movements tender and light.

 “Let her rest a bit, Sam.” John admonished. The hands that had been gripping her thighs so tightly were now gone. She found herself missing them. “You okay?” He asked, his fingers moving to her chin and tilting her face up.

 She meet his stare and nodded, a soft smile playing at her lips.

 “Think you can handle taking care of Dean. Seems to be getting antsy over there.”

 Cat turned and looked for the fairer-haired man. He was now sitting in one of her dining chairs. His legs were spread wide and a hand was rubbing at the hardened muscle straining his zipper. She felt a tremor of new arousal settle into her bones and before she’d even thought about it, she was answering.

 “Yes, Daddy.”

 “Mmmm…good girl.” John praised, the words shooting right to her core.

 He helped her to her feet, her legs feeling like jelly as she moved. Again he walked her to his son, and again she let him take the lead. She moved until she was standing between Dean’s outstretched legs, John’s front to her back. She leaned into the older man’s touch, feeling his hands smooth along her arms and around to her still exposed breasts. He cupped them, pushing them together so that they overflowed in his large hands.

 “She’s got great tits. Bet they’d take a dick good.” Dean lewdly observed, unbuckling his belt as he spoke. Cat moaned wantonly, unable to keep it in.

 “Would you like that, baby girl?” John husked in her ear. She could feel his own bulge pressed against her ass and she pushed back, wedging him between her ass cheeks. He grunted and laughed menacingly at her actions. “Damn, you want a cock bad. Don’t you?”

 “Yes…”

 A loud scrape brought Cat back to reality and she jerked her head at the sound. Sam was pulling out a chair next to his brother. He sat down and stretched out in the same fashion Dean currently was, his eyes glued to her willing body. They were situated as if they were watching a show. Front row seats to the performance.

 “You gonna let us see all of you?” She nodded in response to the man behind her and shivered when he pushed the straps of her dress down. Her dress halted at her hips and John moved to push it down to her feet.

“I gotta say…” He started, his hands rubbing sensuously at her ass once she was completely naked. “Your ass has made me hard as a fucking rock for the last four months.” His hands gripped the flesh hard, spreading the cheeks obscenely. “I’ve wanted to watch it bounce on my cock from the moment I first saw you.”

 A solid slap to her ass made her yelp, the stinging making her nipples harden and her pussy ache. Dean had his pants undone and his cock out as he jerked himself off. He grunted when John spanked her again and Cat cried out in pleasure. Thick fingers were back at her weeping slit, exploring her sensitivity. She moaned when the fingers moved to trace the opening of her ass, the muscles clenching at the action.

 “Anyone ever taken you here before?” John asked huskily while his finger gently probed around the untouched rim of muscle.

 Cat shook her head, both turned on and panicked at the idea.

 He picked up on her reluctance and kissed the nape of her neck, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “We’ll save that for another time.” The promise was in the air and she couldn’t help the thrill she felt at what that could mean.

 Dean shifted impatiently in front of her and lifted a hand to caress the flesh just above her sex. She shivered at the intimate action. John’s fingers left her and were soon replaced with Dean’s. He was rough with his touch and he curved the digits inside of her, the action making her lurch forward and grip his shoulders. Her nails dug into the flannel he wore, but the sharp sting of pain to his skin showed on his features. She cried out at the intrusion and subsequent assault, not ready for another orgasm but feeling the tension build anyway.

 “She’s tight.” He stated with amusement. “I can feel her pussy sucking me in.”

 “Oh god…” Cat whined, head falling back to connect with John’s hard chest. Dean’s words and fingers felt as if they were teleporting her through space, lights dancing behind her lids at warp speed.

 “I think she’s gotta thing for Dean’s incessant talking.” Sam chimed in. Looking over at him, Cat could see he was entertained, but the arousal that crackled in the air was still very much present. His own jeans were undone and he was stroking himself to their debauchery. He made for a sinful sight, but the sheer size of his cock made her stomach clench in apprehension.

 “On your knees.” John ordered suddenly.

 She obeyed without question. He helped her to the floor in between Dean’s knees, her discarded dress offering some comfort to the hardwood floor beneath her. Dean wrapped the fingers that were embedded in her pussy around his shaft, slickening the flesh with her arousal. She couldn’t look away. And as he groaned at the mixture of their juices coating him, she felt her walls contract.

 Dean reached out and cupped her face, dragging his thumb over her lips and smearing their combined spending’s along her mouth. “You’ve got the fullest fucking lips. Wrap them around my cock, sweetheart.”

 Cat leaned forward and sucked lightly at the head of Dean’s cock. He was thick and had enough length to make her hesitate. She could taste herself on him, as well as his own salty flavor. She took all of him down, his length nearly suffocating her. Her nose was almost flat against his abdomen as she swallowed. He groaned from above her, his hand resting on the back of her head. She could feel his restraint as he tried not choke her, but she disregarded the courtesy. She breathed through her nose as she deep throated him, humming in approval at the way he tensed beneath her.

 “Shit, that feels good…” His voice was strained and she took pleasure in making him that way. Her hair was being pulled and she moaned at the pain. She came up for air, licking the length of him as her hand took over. She took one of his heavy balls into her mouth and sucked, the action making him jerk. He was biting his bottom lip as he tried to watch her take down his cock. She paid the same attention to his other ball, the sounds of her slurping and sucking filling the room.

 Dean’s moans and groans of pleasure spurred her on and she didn’t think twice when she wedged his cock between her breasts. His eyes grew dark when he realized what she’d done and what she planned on doing.

 “Oh, you are Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?” He growled.

 Cat nodded, her mouth preoccupied with sucking on his tip as she worked him between her tits. He was slick from her saliva and he moved easily against her flesh. His hips began to thrust, meeting her awaiting mouth. He was close and she doubled her efforts.

 “Fuck, I’m gonna cum on your tits.” His teeth were gritted and his jaw was clenched as he started to cum. His hand tangled in her hair, nearly pulling the strands from the root. His whole body tensed as she caught the thick ropes of white on her breasts and chin.

 She continued to gently lick at his cock, the flesh softening as he came down from his climax. She cleaned him up until he pulled away, the oversensitivity kicking in. He licked his lips as he looked down at her and the mess he’d made.

 “Gorgeous.”  Dean mumbled, the orgasm making him sound sluggish.

 Cat dipped a finger into the stickiness painted across her flesh and raised it to her lips. She kept her eyes trained on Dean as she sucked the salty mixture from her digit. A low moan escaped his pouted lips, his hips shifting in the chair at the sight.

 “Goddamn, she’s a keeper.” He addressed the other men in the room, resituating his cock back into his jeans. Cat smiled at the compliment, unexpectedly warmed by the sentiment.  

 “Knew she would be.” John rumbled from behind her, his massive hand tangling in her hair once again. The gesture was making Cat more aroused each time he did it. “You feel up to showing Sam the same hospitality?”

 The question didn’t need to be asked. She was already moving on her knees towards the larger man. She heard the light laughter and soft murmurs of approval from the men around her as she resituated herself between Sam’s legs. His frame was like that of a giant and she imagined she looked quite small perched at his feet.

 “Use your hands first. Then your mouth…slow.” Sam instructed. Cat nodded, relieved that he’d given her some direction. The panic must’ve showed on her face when she came eye to eye with his member. It was enormous, a deep shade of red, and already leaking precum. She licked her lips despite her nerves.

 She did what he said and used her hands, his leaking slit aiding her movements. Her hands worked in tandem as she incorporated his heavy sac. Sam’s eyes rolled back and a deep groan rose from his chest. The display encouraged her. She let her tongue delicately trace his hole, gathering up the cum before it had time to settle.

 “Fuck, that feels amazing.”

 Cat licked the length of him and then sucked the head into her mouth. He reacted in a similar fashion to his brother. His hands moved from his thighs to her hair, unable to keep still. She let him guide her as she took down more and more of him. He hit the back of her throat when he was only half-way down, but she breathed through her nose and continued on. He filled her esophagus, her breathing erratic as she struggled to deep throat him. Drool was pooling around her lips and down his shaft. She swallowed and again he cursed in appreciation. She pulled away to take in a fresh gulp of air, a line of saliva connecting her to him still.

 “Quick learner.” He quipped, fingers tightening against her scalp. He was smirking down at her and she felt her nipples tighten at the action. She had Sam pegged as a do-gooder, but he was fast proving her wrong; proving that despite his boyish charms, he was a man who took what he wanted. His role among the trio was no talk, more action. He didn’t need to tease or taunt like Dean. He didn’t need to run the show like John. Sam was content in letting his actions and the orgasms he gave out speak for him.

 Cat deep throated him again and felt his body tense beneath her. She hummed, letting the vibrations travel down his cock. Sam thrust his hips up, the action making her gag. She pulled off of him and went to take him again, but his hand stopped her.

 “Hold on, baby…I wanna paint these lips.” He held his throbbing cock in his hands and directed the tip to her open mouth. She stayed still as he dragged himself across her lips, a trail of precum left in its wake. “Taste it.” He ordered and she willingly obliged. His taste was more prominent than Dean’s, but not unpleasant. Her thighs parted as she let a hand trail down to the apex of her thighs, suddenly too aroused to sit idly by.

 “I don’t think so, baby girl.” John chided, stepping to her back and placing a booted foot between her spread thighs. He raised his foot to connect with her naked and swollen lips, effectively blocking her hand from making any contact. Cat couldn’t help it; once she felt the rough texture of the laces and leather, she grinded against him. The boot offered just enough stimulation to have her cresting that invisible hill.

 “Oh, fuck…” She moaned, not stopping the motion of her hips. She clung to Sam’s leg as she moved, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

 “That is a sight.” Dean exhaled, his figure leaning closer to catch a better angle of Cat’s movements.

 “Suck me while you get yourself off.” Sam commanded breathily. His eyes were no longer twinkling with mischief; he was all business now. Even in her delirious state, Cat abided by his demand. She took him down hungrily as she continued to ride John’s boot. She could feel the slickness of the leather beneath her. She wouldn’t be surprised if she ruined the damn thing.

 Sam’s cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged again. He took the lead and jutted his hips up and into her mouth. She let him abuse her throat; she was too high on endorphins to care about the slight pain it caused.

 “That’s it. Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” He warned, his pace increasing. Cat opened her jaw wider, attempting to accommodate him. She could feel her clit catch on John’s boot just right and she let herself go; the myriad of sensations too much to keep her climax at bay. Sam jerked under her and his hand tugged at the roots of her hair as he started to cum. “Swallow it.”

 Cat did as she was told, even during her blissed out state. Hot spurts of liquid gushed into her mouth and she quickly swallowed it down, not wanting to waste a drop. Wayward streaks leaked from the side of her mouth and once she was sure she’d swallowed most of him, she set about cleaning him up. He was still half-hard, but she could tell he was feeling overstimulated. She softly licked his cock, but he hissed and jerked as she did. The boot that had been beneath her was now gone, her pussy still throbbing with unquenched need.  

 “Baby girl,” John called, a slight lilt to his voice as he spoke. Cat stopped what she was doing and looked in the older man’s direction. He’d moved from behind her to her left. His hands were in his pockets, but his erect dick was apparent under the denim he still wore. “You made quite the mess on Daddy’s boot.”

 Her dark eyes traveled to his feet, paying particular attention to the one that had the shiny sheen of moisture on the laces. She felt her cheeks heat with both embarrassment and arousal, the sight almost making her doubt she’d even done it. She’d been so caught up in the throes of climax that her only goal had been scratching that proverbial itch.

 “Don’t be shy now.”

 “I-I’m sorry…” She started, dark eyes downcast.

 He cut her off with a laugh. “Nothing to be sorry for, darlin’. I’m gonna leave it. Let you stay on me all day.” John boasted, successfully heating her body up all over again. He grinned down at her with a roguish spark in his eyes. It made a shiver travel up her spine.

 “Ready for me?” He asked, though she knew it was a veiled demand. She was more than ready. Had been from the moment she’d seen him. And while she’d gotten off twice already, her pussy still demanded that she be filled to the brim with cock. His cock.

 She nodded mutely and stood as he helped her to her feet. Her knees ached and her legs still felt gelatinous, but her body was humming with electricity. In her peripherals, she could see the brothers still seated in her dining chairs. Their pants were back to being zipped and buttoned, but their eyes followed her like a lion ready to strike.

 John pulled her to him roughly and surprised her by devouring her mouth with his. Her hands rested on his chest, leaning on him for support as he assaulted her senses. He tasted like the beer he’d been drinking. He smelled like saw dust and motor oil. His skin was calloused and rough. He was primal; her feminine nature recognizing and demanding the taste of a true man. Her head swam with lust. She felt doped up and she clung to his flannel as he started to pepper her neck with kisses. His scruff burned and his teeth nipped, but she craned her neck for more. His hands were everywhere and all at once. Each time she felt his touch she arched into it, only for him to pull away and find a new spot along her skin.

 “I want you to sit on my cock, baby girl. Can you do that?” His words were mumbled against the pulse point on her neck and Cat rolled her eyes back in pleasure at his suggestion.

 “Yes, Daddy…” She dutifully replied. A rush of moisture made her thighs slide against each other, the scent of her filling the already sex-filled room.

 John pulled away and seated himself in another chair next to Sam and Dean. They looked like the most sinful lineup she’d ever seen. He stretched his legs out in front of him and undid his belt and zipper, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt like she was standing in a store window on full display for the passing patrons. Only these patrons wanted to fuck the shit out of her…and she wanted them to.

 Cat moved towards him and accepted his help as she situated herself on his lap. She straddled him, immediately moaning when his bare flesh met hers. She smeared him with her juices as she began to move her hips rhythmically against him. He gripped her rounded hips forcefully, struggling not to thrust up and into her.

 “That feels fucking amazing.”

 The sounds of her sliding his dick against her wet folds filled the room. Grunts and groans followed as she worked herself over him. His cock was not as long as Sam’s, but it was definitely thicker than Dean’s. The heavy head caught her clit and she moaned, eager to feel the sensation again. John’s fingers moved from her waist to her pussy, spreading her lips so that she could take more of him in. That action set her off for the third time. It was a smaller orgasm compared to the others, but it paralyzed her none the less. Her own fingers tangled in his salt and pepper hair, grabbing at the roots in the same manner the brothers had done to hers. Lips suctioned against her neck as she tremored and shook with ecstasy. A painful bite to the spot was dulled by the pleasure coursing through her veins.

 “She’s a responsive one.” Sam mused from his spot beside his father.

 Dean nodded in agreement, eyes still glued to her quaking form. “Makes it all the more fun.” He quipped with a knowing smile.

 Cat had gotten used to them talking as if she couldn’t hear them. She was finding herself getting off in it. The way they complimented and observed her as if she were a prized animal…it made her feel owned.

 She was wrapped around John once she’d come down from her high, her face buried in his neck. She burrowed into the muscled flesh, tongue peeking out to taste him. He raised her ass, adjusting them so that he could align with her opening.

 “Let me in, baby girl.”

 Despite the need to pull away because of the still powerful after effects of her climax, Cat did as he said and allowed him to sink into her. She moved slowly, feeling the burn of his girth even with the slick coating her walls. She took him inch by inch, swallowing his cock in small increments before pulling him out again. She could feel every vein and groove inside her, her walls sucking at the intruder desperately. He was tense beneath her, but he allowed her to go at her own speed.

 “Goddamn you are tight. Doesn’t feel like we loosened you up at all.” John grunted, his cock finally bottoming out once Cat took him all the way in. She sat that way for a moment; his cock hard and pulsing inside of her as she sat flush against his hips and thighs. She clenched around him and he gripped her ass hard, a low moan following.

 “Gotta move, baby girl.” His jaw was clenched as he spoke, the last vestiges of his control quickly falling away.

 Cat began to move, rocking back and forth so that he stroked against her. Her mind was still trying to wrap itself around the situation, around the circumstances that led her here. Her whole body was jittery with arousal, but her movements felt lethargic. She was feeling too much, and not enough all at once.

 John’s cock was hitting just the right spot deep inside of her and she began to pick up her pace. She threw her head back, feeling the ends of her hair brush against the denim of his thick thighs. His mouth lowered to her breasts, sucking and biting at her nipples enthusiastically. She could feel her walls start to flutter and she knew she was passed the point of no return.

 “Yes, right there…please…” She begged, unsure of what she was specifically asking for. A finger massaged her clit as she now bounced herself on John’s cock. Everything around her ceased to exist as the dam broke inside of her. Cat trembled with a force so powerful she nearly toppled off his lap. She trapped John against her breasts, holding him to her as she twitched and writhed. Her walls contracted tightly around his cock, feeling the heat coming off him.

 “That’s it. Cum for Daddy.” John licked her nipple as he spoke, his gaze never leaving her face. He let her feel everything as he remained still below her. He hissed when she finally stopped clenching him, the feeling almost painful for his throbbing member.

 Her breathing was rapid as she untangled her arms from John’s neck and hair. He was watching her with a different spark in his eye and she cowered in response.

 “Take me out.”

 She hurriedly obeyed, afraid she’d done something wrong. She lifted up her hips and pulled him from inside her slowly, the sounds obscene and erotic. He lifted her from his lap and stood, his angry looking cock brushing the skin of her stomach. A trail of wetness was left in its wake, the appendage soaked from her release. He reached for her and shifted them so that she leaned against the table, the edge digging into her ass. Her eyes moved to the other two men in the room, hoping they’d give her some sort of clue to what she was in store for, but they were both watching with the same hardened stare their father was.

 Anticipation swelled in her belly. And what felt like fear. For the first time in their time together, Cat was unsure.

 “Lay back.” John commanded gruffly. He sat her on the piece of furniture easily, the cold surface a shock to her overheated skin. Cat did as he said, eyes going to Sam and Dean’s. John stepped between her legs and propped her feet on the edge so that she was lewdly displayed. She wanted to cover herself, but she fought against the instinct.

 “That is a pretty pussy.” His finger teased at her opening, the flesh swollen and sopping wet from all the activity. He ventured passed her lips and she jumped at the intrusion. “She’s still trying to clench around something. She’s a needy thing.” He continued to taunt, his words somehow making her overworked body tingle in newfound desire.

 Dean moved from his chair and stood near her head, his green eyes roving her body as if she’d just unveiled it to him. His hand caressed her cheek and then gently swept her hair from her forehead. The gesture was surprisingly intimate.

 “You look scared, sweetheart.” Dean said with genuine care, though the wickedness still sat idly under the surface.

 “Are you-,” She paused, eyes going to each man in hopes they’d see her meaning. “Are each of you-,”

 “No.” Sam said quickly, cutting off her line of questioning. His response was serious, but the smirk on his lips let her know he was more than willing to go against it.

 “I get to have you today. Only me, baby girl.” John explained, his hands smoothing against the flesh of her widened thighs. He caressed her from her knees to her ass, easing the tension that had settled in her muscles. “The boys can have you next time. If you want. But we’re starting slow. Can’t run before we crawl, can we?” He raised an eyebrow at her expectantly and she nodded, bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

 The idea of all of them taking her at once appealed to her more than she’d liked to admit, but she knew she wasn’t ready to dive into that just yet. The thought was intimidating and almost unfathomable. But at the prospect of getting to have all three of them, even at once, was enough to keep her intrigued.

 “You think you could handle three cocks at once?” Dean asked, his finger rubbing her bottom lip and forcing it from the grips of her teeth.

 “Y-yes.”

 “You don’t sound so sure.” Dean baited, his finger trailing from her lips to her neck. He stroked the sore spot near her pulse point and she realized there must’ve been a mark left behind.

 “I can…” She tore off into a moan when John’s mouth descended on her pussy abruptly. Dean’s finger drifted to her nipple and circled the fast-hardening bud. The dual sensations made her back bow against the table and into their skilled hands. Cat’s hands threaded through John’s hair as he worked, his lips kissing her own sensuously and thoroughly. He wasn’t missing a drop and he made sure he touched every part of her flesh that he could.

 Soon, hands were grabbing at her breasts and pinching her nipples. They kneaded her skin with a roughness and need that had her crying out. She opened her eyes and struggled to keep them focused against the onslaught of euphoria she was feeling. A dark head of thick hair was nestled into the other side of her neck. It was Sam; his mouth was assailing the flesh. He was working with a purpose. To mark her.

 On her other side, Dean’s hands were still grasping her breasts while his lips were positioned near her ear. The words he whispered sent jolts straight to her abused core, her legs clamping around John’s head.

 “You’re gonna take the three of us next time, aren’t you? Gonna fill up every hole. And you’re gonna beg us to stop. Beg us to not make you cum again.”

 Fucking hell, the images he was conjuring for her were making her hips rock against John’s mouth. She whimpered when she felt a painful twinge, indicating another orgasm was on the horizon.

 “You gonna cum for us?” Sam asked, voice low and dangerous.

 She shook her head, not ready. Something felt different. Something she’d never felt before.

 “I can’t.” She whined, feeling an urge to release but unable to let her body do so.

 “You can and you will.” Dean ordered harshly, leaving no room for arguments.

 Cat felt John push his fingers into her and curl them, hitting a spot that set alarms off inside her. His lips suctioned around her clit, the action almost uncomfortable. She shook her head again, trying to convey how close she was to a cliff she’d never jumped off of.

 “Fuck. I think I’m gonna cum.”

 The words barely made it passed her lips before she was cumming. Liquid rushed out of her in a way in which she’d never experienced. Her mind was barely registering the phenomenon as her body seized and contracted with spasms. The hands that had been racing her to the finish line now eased up and stroked her soothingly. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths and her limbs felt like lead as she wafted back to reality.

 “You’re a squirter?” Sam’s voice broke the silence, his eyes watching her with delight.

 “I-I’ve never-,” Cat struggled to get out the words, still trying to catch her breath.

 “Holy shit. That was fucking hot, sweetheart.” Dean praised with awe and lust.

 She could feel the mess she’d made and belatedly looked down to John. He would’ve gotten the brunt of her unexpected talent and she found herself once again embarrassed. She met his gaze as he stood and was met with pure, animalistic desire. His stubble was coated with her spending’s, his white teeth grinning like the cat that ate the canary. He seemed more than pleased by the events.

 “You’re just full of surprises, baby girl.”

 He reached for her arms and she let him help her to a sitting position, the blood flowing back to her legs. He kissed her forcefully and giving her no choice but to taste herself on him. His tongue danced with hers, the flavor a mix of salty and sweet.

 He pulled away and nipped at her bottom lip as he spoke. “I’m not quite done with you.”

 She whimpered, knowing her body was nearing exhaustion. Her skin was sticky and covered in sweat and cum. Her throat felt sore and dry from being impaled on massive dicks. Her hair was tangled and her muscles were delightfully sore. She could die in that moment and die satisfied and happy.

 John sniggered at her half-assed protest, but ignored her obvious fatigue. “Bend over.” He commanded. And even though she was on her last legs, she submitted. Because she knew if she really wanted to, she could put a stop to it. But she didn’t. She wanted to keep going. She wanted to push her limits.

 Her skin stuck to the table under her, but with John’s assistance she was on her feet and bent over the surface. Sam and Dean were out of her line of sight again, having moved to capture the best view of her fucked raw pussy. She gripped the edge of the table as John entered her without warning, his thickness making that burn settle into her walls again. His thrusts were deep and slow. The movements made the table move across the floor as Cat struggled to remain on the tips of her toes.

 “This is the best goddamn view.” He thrust again, the force of his hips making the edge of the table dig into her stomach. “Your pussy is swallowing my cock so fucking good, baby girl.”

 “Oh, Daddy…fuck.” Her face was pressed into the table, her nails digging into the woodgrain.

 His hips stilled suddenly. Cat felt her soaked channel gripping and releasing his cock, but he still stayed unmoving.

 “Fuck yourself.”

 She moved her hips forward and then back at the same speed he’d been thrusting. She angled her hips down and then up as she took him in, letting him hit spots he hadn’t before.

 “Look at all that cream.” Hands spread her ass cheeks as she continued to move. “I’m gonna cum in this pussy. You gonna let Daddy do that?”

 Cat nodded dumbly, unable to form a sentence. A hand came down hard on her right cheek and she flinched. The undercurrent of pleasure made her push back for more. He obliged her, his hand assaulting the other cheek in the same manner. His actions spurred her on and she moved faster. He was still making her do a majority of the work and she cried out in frustration when she couldn’t find the rhythm needed to push them over the edge.

 “Need a hand from Daddy, baby girl?” John taunted, the knowing tone in his voice almost infuriating her. Tears sprang to her eyes as she tried and failed to chase ecstasy.

 “Please…” She begged, wanting the sweet torture to come to an end.

 John’s grip on her hips tightened as he began to pound into her, the grueling speed just what she needed to send her over the edge again. She cried out as she felt his cock continue to bottom out inside her, his grunts mingling with her own litany of whimpers.

 “That’s it, baby girl. Cum on my cock.”

 Cat felt a beefy hand grab at her hair, pulling her back into a near impossible arch. Her whole body felt utterly and truly abused, and yet she found herself craving more.

 “I’m gonna cum…you gonna take it all?” John gruffly asked, his hips smacking harshly against her reddened ass.

 “Yes, yes, yes…” She chanted, ready to feel the warmth of him dripping from her depths.

 “Fuck, I’m cumming.” He gritted out between clenched teeth, her hips now trapped against his. His cock swelled and pulsated as his hands dug into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises. Thick, warm ropes of him filled her, coating her walls and finally making her feel as if she could fall into the deepest sleep she’d ever experience.

 She all but collapsed against the table, feeling John pull away from her. A cool gust of wind washed over her now exposed backside. She could feel his seed start to trickle from her, the cheeks of her ass spreading by the same hands that had held her seconds before.

 “Take a look at this, boys.”

 Cat didn’t have to turn around to see that every man’s gaze was zeroed in on her. The heat of their stare was burning her flesh; and if she wasn’t so exhausted, she was sure new tendrils of desire would’ve overtaken her.

 “Prettiest thing I’ve seen in a while.”

 She was sure it was Dean that spoke. And she was also sure that the hands caressing her lower back and ass belonged to Sam. Their combined words and touches were the last thing she remembered before she was pulled behind a dark curtain of sleep.

 ****

Cat’s eyes fluttered open suddenly, the darkness of the room momentarily frightening her. She realized she was in her own bed, nestled into the comfort of her sheets and blankets. The clock on her nightstand said it was barely after eight o’clock at night. Memories flooded her conscious mind like a faucet had been opened. Flashes of hands on her body, maneuvering her to their liking, painted a debauched picture. Groans and whispered words of praise looped like a song in her ears. Her body was aching and sore, but in a way that made her feel satisfied and alive.

 Her mouth felt dry and her eyes still felt heavy, but she shifted herself to the edge of the bed. She belatedly realized she was nude and shivered as she sat up and took in the space. She quickly did the math…she’d been sleeping for about six or seven hours. And her last recollection was of three strange men, devilishly handsome but still strange, fucking her useless and in her house. They could’ve done anything while she was passed out. Her whole house could be empty. The world could’ve fucking ended and she would be none the wiser.

 She raised up on shaky legs and made her way to the bathroom, her bladder not able to wait another second. She used the facilities, remnants of semen still on her skin. Her reflection met her gaze and she balked at her appearance. Mascara was smeared under her eyes. Her hair was a tangled mass of brunette waves. Her skin was peppered with bruises and beard burn. She almost looked as if she’d been in a serious accident.

 Cat decided to take a quick shower and rid herself of the fucked senseless look she was currently sporting. She didn’t hear any movement downstairs and figured if her shit was stolen, well there was nothing she could do about it now.

 The warm water cascaded over her skin and soothed her tender muscles. The bottom half of her body, specifically the juncture between her thighs, hurt every time she moved. Again, the pain wasn’t unwelcomed. It was a reminder of the unlikely circumstances she’d found herself in earlier that day. The pain and visible marks were reminders of the three men next door.

 She finished her shower quickly and dressed just as fast in shorts and an old off the shoulder t-shirt. She brushed her hair, taming the mess John’s hands had created. She walked through her bedroom and was just about to open the door when something on the floor caught her eye. Cat turned a lamp on to get a better look and froze at what she saw. There were a pair of dark brown leather boots sitting haphazardly at the end of her bed. Men’s boots. The boots she’d ridden and gotten herself off on hours before.

 Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any other sign of a man but found none. If John’s shoes were still here, where was he?

 A noise from downstairs made her stiffen. She walked into the hallway quietly, straining to hear any other sounds. Light was emanating from the kitchen and dining room, her house seemingly alive without her. Her bare feet were soundless on the stairs as she rounded the corner to the first floor. More noises confirmed the presence of someone in her kitchen and Cat wished she’d brought the bat she kept next to her bed with her.

 A man had his back to her, the muscles beneath his grey t-shirt rippling as he tinkered with a light fixture. A flannel shirt was thrown over the back of one of her chairs, a tool box open near it on the table. Cat recognized John immediately and upon seeing him she instantly relaxed. She was also thankful none of her belongings seemed to be missing.

 Her feet made a floorboard whine and he spun around, his eyes softening once he realized who she was.

 “Hey, beautiful…” He greeted with a warm smile, the tools in his hand long forgotten.

 Cat stepped towards him, the uneasiness she’d been feeling seemingly dissipating the longer she was with him. He held out his hand to her and she took it, letting him pull her to him. He was being much softer with her than he’d been that afternoon. His arms encircled her waist, his body radiating a heat that made her step closer into his space. He was quite a bit taller than her and she had to crane her neck to meet his gaze.

 “How you feelin’?” He asked, eyeing the flesh of her marred neck.

 “Good…sore, but good.” She answered honestly. Her voice sounded hoarse and she cleared her throat to dispel the cobwebs.

 John flashed a wide grin at her words. Even though Cat was cleaned up and dressed, she knew she still looked like she’d been fucked ten ways to Sunday. And he was clearly basking in that notion. In that moment he looked like the perfect mixture of rugged man and boyish gentleman. The combination made her stomach flutter and her pussy clench uncomfortably in remembrance.

 “You been out for a while. I kept myself busy.” He gestured to the various tools that littered her countertop, indicating he’d done some more repairs to her home. A lone pizza box sat at one end of the kitchen and she could swear her mouth watered at the sight.

 “You didn’t have to.” She replied, embarrassed that they’d essentially fucked her into a coma. Her cheeks felt warm and her eyes were focused on the material of his t-shirt, unable to meet his eyes. His hand left her hip and tilted her chin. He was staring down at her with a softness and warmth that made her heart beat faster.

 “It’s the least I could do.” He smiled down at her and she couldn’t help but to reciprocate the gesture. “You hungry?” He asked, arching a thick brow down at her. She nodded and let him lead her to the countertop where the pizza box sat.

 “You ordered pizza?” Cat asked as he pulled two slices from the container and placed them on an empty plate that was out. She lifted herself onto the countertop, a slight grimace flying past her lips at the exertion it took for her aching body. John turned a worried glance her way, but she smiled and waved it off, accepting the plate of food.

 “I picked it up in town. I was out for a bit getting some more tools and figured you’d be hungry once you woke up.” He responded, plating two pieces for himself. He leaned against the edge of the counter near her, his clothed form rubbing against the bare flesh of her legs.

 “Thank you.” She murmured, not quite sure what part she was thanking him for. She supposed all of it…the amazing sex, the handyman repairs, and the nourishment.

 He winked at her while he chewed and she figured he’d caught the meaning of her simple, yet loaded words of appreciation.

They sat in a comfortable silence while they ate until Cat belatedly realized that she hadn’t seen or heard from the two other men that had ravaged her that afternoon. She almost felt as if it was a fever dream, a mirage conjured up by her depraved mind. If not for the physical reminders of them on her skin, she would’ve believed it too.

 “Where’s Sam and Dean?” She finally asked after swallowing down a bite of pepperoni pizza.

 John cleared his throat before answering, wiping his mouth with a napkin as he did. “They had to head out. They’ve got some business to attend to out of state.”

 Cat nodded, trying not to feel neglected by the men. They had all had fun and they were under no obligation to hang around and converse with her. And they had mentioned that they were only passing through.

 Still…insecurities and doubts started to creep up.

 “Hey,” A gentle hand lifted her chin as a broad body placed itself between her thighs. She looked up and met John’s warm brown eyes, her mood lifting slightly at the way he stared down at her. “They wanted to stay, but they got a call. They wanted me to tell you that they liked you. Enjoyed you.” He said with a knowing smile as he caressed her fast-reddening cheek.

 A smile lifted the edges of her lips. She tried not to look like an enamored teenage girl, but she knew she was failing. These men, especially the one before her, had her totally and completely captivated.

 “And…” He started, his rough hands now stroking the inside of her thighs. The action made her shiver. “They said they wanted to see you next time they were in town.”

 A warmth spread throughout her body as he spoke, relaying his sons’ message to her. Her body was coming alive under his touch and she felt a coil start to tighten inside her at the idea of repeating their time together.

 John began to trail kisses along her neck as he stepped further into her space. She automatically widened her legs, accommodating his large frame. His stubble burned her skin, but it was in a way that now felt familiar and intoxicating.

 “Would you like that, baby?” He rasped against her neck, his voice sending shivers through her body. “You want all three of us again?” He nipped at her bruised skin, reestablishing his claim on her.

 Cat moaned and pulled his crotch flush with hers. She tangled her fingers in his hair, already losing herself to the sensations. God, he felt like the best drug she’d ever been on. And even though her body was still recovering, she happily accepted him again.

“I need you…” She gasped as he palmed her breast beneath her shirt. She could feel him hard against her and she pushed back in hopes of enticing him.

 “You should rest.” He growled, her hands starting to stroke him through his jeans. She whimpered in response, not wanting to accept his demand this time.

 “Daddy…”

 John pulled away, but his hands were still on her and practically searing her skin. He eyed her with careful consideration and she could tell he didn’t like her act of defiance. She almost felt sorry for it…almost.

 “I’ll let that slide for now, baby girl. But I’ll get my punishment in due time.” His words made her thighs squeeze shut, the need to ease the pulsing ache overwhelming. He seemed pleased by her actions, licking his lips and showcasing those perfect teeth.

 “Come on.” He took a step back and extended his hand to her. She took it without question. He helped her down and began leading her back to the stairs and to her bedroom. “I’m gonna fill up the tub and you’re gonna soak.”

 “Are you going to join me?” She asked once they had made it to her bathroom.

 He dropped her hand and turned on the lights. He didn’t answer her right away. Instead, he moved about her space and did what he said he was going to do. He filled her bathtub, adding bubble bath that she had sitting on the counter. When he finished, he turned to face her and lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his naked torso to her for the first time. A breathe escaped her lips as she took him in. He was all tanned skin, tattoos, and scars. Muscles rippled as he started to unbutton his pants, his eyes trained solely on her.

 “Strip.” John ordered, the tone of his voice leaving no room for argument.

 Cat smiled and immediately complied. From this moment on, she was going to follow this man anywhere. She was a goner.

[taste-in-music]

New Music Monday (3/25/19)

New Releases

Patience by Tame Impala: I like Tame Impala, but I wouldn’t necessarily call myself a dedicated fan, as I’ve only heard a handful of singles. Regardless, I have friends that are obsessed with their music, so I decided to give this new single a listen because they haven’t released new music since 2015. I really like this track, with its swishing synths and laid back vocal delivery. 

Headcase by Kailee Morgue ft. Hayley Kiyoko: My witchy siren, (who’s pansexual, btw,) meets Lesbian Jesus in this new single. The atmosphere is eerie but playful, (the instrumental kind of reminds me of Gives You Hell by All American Rejects? It think it’s the electric guitar on the chorus.) Morgue's sweeter voice contrasts with Kiyoko’s more raw vocal presence very well. 

Friends Go by Maggie Lindemann: I had the opportunity to see Maggie Lindemann open for Sabrina Carpenter recently, (it was such a fun concert,) and when she played this song I knew that it was going to bop like no one’s business. I love that there is a full fledged horn section on this track, it adds real flair and pizzazz to a song with lyrics that are kind of depressing but also super relatable. 

Pretty Dark (Demo) by Grimes: It feels like it’s been ages since We Appreciate Power dropped, and I’ve been eagerly awaiting any kind of new releases or upcoming album news from Grimes. This song is simple, but quite relaxing and floaty too. It kind of reminds me of the REALiTi demo that she dropped before Art Angels, but has as a more back-to-the-basics feel. 

Style by Foster The People:  As someone who’s heard Pumped Up Kicks a couple of times and doesn’t know much else about this group, I don’t know what I was expecting when I clicked on this song in my Spotify Release Radar. But holy hell, it’s a banger! This song has tons of swagger and a rocking groove, it reminds me of Cage The Elephant a little bit. 

Fantasy by Sofi Tukker:  Sofi Tukker always brings it when it comes to quirky tropical house, and this track is no exception. I can already tell that this is going to be my song of the summer. The chorus is catchy, with sparkling production and a thumping beat. 

Orange Trees by MARINA: Speaking of summertime jams, this song is also 10/10 going to conquer my summer. Mixed with glittering instrumental flourishes and an all around beachy feel, this song makes me want to wander through Sicily while wearing a maxi dress. For a song about Orange Trees, this song feels very, very orange, if that makes any sense. Not to mention the video is GORGEOUS. 

Other Favorites

Truth Hurts by Lizzo: Thank you to @eleanorschidis for introducing me to this masterpiece. I’m not usually that into hip hop, but I do have certain artists and songs that I like, and this song joins this lists with flying colors. With a punchy piano line, a crazy charismatic performance from Lizzo, and badass bar after badass bar, (my favorite being “I don't play tag, bitch, I been it,”) this song is so much fun and makes you feel like a bad bitch. While you’re on it, also check out Cuz I Love You too. That song slaps. 

Mine by Slayyyter: Sometimes all you can say is that a song is a bop and makes you want to dance. Just trust me on this one. If you like Kim Petras or Charli XCX, give Slayyyter a listen, because her sound is kind of similar to them. 

Slower Than Usual by Ariel Beesley: I’ve been obsessed with Ariel Beesley recently, whether it be her self titled EP or her newer releases, especially this track. When I say that the chorus of this song has been stuck in my head for days on end, I’m not kidding. This song feels like it was dug up from the 80s, and it should be revered for its genius. It’s fucking great/10, LISTEN TO IT. 

Also

Don’t Feel Like Crying by Sigrid: An adorable, colorful video for an adorable, colorful song. Brimming with joy and enthusiasm, Sigrid brings it with the visual for the second single off her debut album Sucker Punch. This isn’t necessarily a new song, but this video is cute and y’all should give it a watch!

Check out last week’s Music Monday (which was a playlist, not the normal format.)

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[tjkoopa]

Monster Hunter World: a true series evolution.

   Monster Hunter has been a remarkably slept on series by many, probably due to remaining on the 3DS for nearly a decade. That hasn’t stopped it from being a incredible game and having such a cult following since it’s 2004 release on the PS2. I didn’t get into the series until my cousin got me 3 Ultimate on the Wii U, but despite the flaws in that game, it didn’t stop me from falling in love with this series and sticking with it from there on. I got friends into the series and we pondered alongside many other fans what the series could be on a modern console or PC, and Capcom thought the same at some point as in 2017, they revealed Monster Hunter World for PS4, Xbox One, and PC releasing about half a year later. It took me quite a while for me to get into this one since I didn’t have a PS4 until a few months ago and I don’t have a giant gaming PC but I already love the direction they took with this game from its predecessors. both the big leaps and the smaller steps the game made.

   For those who don’t know this series, the best way to explain it is going on missions to hunt giant monsters and take them down by killing or capturing them. (...I know, the title makes that clear.)  Basic on the surface; however, the multiplayer and the gameplay itself are what make this game so remarkable and downright addictive along the lines of an MMO. Hunting these monsters allows you to gather parts from them to then craft new weapons and armor, and rinse, repeat. This premise is backed up greatly by unique monsters, gorgeous environments (especially now being on newer hardware), and weapons to utilize. Although there is a story to the game, it takes a backseat to the gameplay as it does with most other games in the series. To sum it up briefly, you’re a member of the Fifth Fleet heading to the “New World” chasing a migrating Elder Dragon known as Zorah Magdaros to find out why it’s migrating and potentially stop it. It’s more to help teach new players about the basics and introducing things slowly without overwhelming them. To veterans, it’s just a playground to get familiar with the new mechanics and adapt, and there’s a lot to adapt to.

  So the biggest draw to the series (arguably) is, well, the monsters themselves. There’s a wide variety of creatures both small and large totaling up to 53. It definitely isn’t the largest roster the series has had with 3U and 4U having 70-90 but it’s hardly a downside when they’ve overhauled them both aesthetically and in how they fight. Staples like Rathian and Rathalos, returning monsters like Diablos, Kirin, and Barroth, and new monsters such as the Anjanath and Great Jagras. All impressive and act so differently even if some have similarities. What makes them fun to fight is learning what they do, adapting, knowing when to back off and when to strike. this game helps that shine with how they’re programmed as they act and behave like animals. Some won’t bother you unless you attack, some will attack you on sight and they even interact with each other, fighting for territory. This actually means a lot since in previous games, they solely focused on you acting like there wasn’t another giant creature next to it.

  This is also complimented by the fact that the environments are more expansive than ever. Before, they were sets of numbered “areas” connected by loading zones making for a very disconnected venture in a sense. Now, each area is one whole map loaded in, multiple layers and tons to find including several camps to set up, making getting to certain places on the map easier and giving rest stops more accessible. Though I won’t lie, I get turned around and lost in these large maps very easily. I’ve gotten better with it but be ready to stumble for a bit and use your map a lot. It’s a handy tool now for finding items and tracking your targets with the help of a new mechanic: scoutflies. These colorful dots help you identify items you can harvest like plants, bugs, ore, and use them for varying purposes like turning herbs into potions and taking nullberries to cure blights. On top of this, the mainstay mechanic of crafting new items from what you pick up is given a nice update allowing you to set certain items to auto craft when you have the items such as making mega potions when you have potions and pick up honey. The scoutflies also assist with tracking down monsters by using pieces they leave behind such as footprints, skidmarks, mucus, etc. and makes finding the monster feel like a real hunt and not just a wild goose chase.

  Another big overhaul was in the weapons in terms of their moveset and abilities. With 14 weapon types at your disposal, your bound to find your favorite or favorites as you aren’t bound to one. From the basic user friendly Sword and Shield, to more heavy weapons like the Great Sword and Hammer, to the long range Bow and Bowguns, and of course the technical ones with Charge Blade and Insect Glaive. Each weapon has a unique feel and have been given a expanded kit from the previous game, Generations where there were multiple styles giving you access to different abilities for each weapon depending on the style but they weren’t all beneficial to every weapon; namely, the Insect Glaive had no benefit with striker style and aerial style does nothing for Charge Blade. Here, all of them have the best of their moves and some new ones to freshen things up and you can easily play through the game with just one weapon or jump between them all. I normally main Charge blade but I’ve jumped around trying everything again to see what’s new.

 There’s also new gear to use such as the mantles. These are specialized tools for different occasions like hiding from large monsters or buffing your health or even better mobility in the map. These have a lot of utility as the ghillie mantle has helped me heal and sharpen on many occasions. The biggest addition to gear is the slinger. It’s a wrist mounted slingshot/grapple hook allowing you to use varying ammo to shoot at monsters to do small damage or apply certain statuses or even the environment to say drop boulders wrapped in vines on top of your target or trigger a vine trap ensnaring them for free damage. It does allow mobility such as grappling onto special bugs up high but I haven’t used it too often. It’ll vary from player to player.

  Now for quality of life improvements that both newcomers and veterans will appreciate. First, using consumables doesn’t stop you dead in your tracks. You can walk or run while using items like potions, rations, berries, or anything that isn’t two hand action like sharpening. This is incredibly refreshing as having to stop to heal in past games was infuriating as it required you to run away or hope the monster is distracted and on top of having the ability to interrupt the animation to dodge roll if need be. In addition, a lot of tools that you used to carry on you for gathering certain resources like ore, bugs, and fish are now permanent items and don’t require constant replacing and don’t take up inventory space as they’re relegated to being specialized tools.  

  Two of the biggest QOL changes come down to the multiplayer and monster info. The former includes the SOS flare. The game pretty much has you always online for multiplayer unless you can’t use it but using this allows you to call hunters to aid you if you’re having trouble with a hunt. If you’re offline, this does nothing and don’t worry you can still play the whole game offline, but this game is a nice social experience whether playing with fresh hunters or seasoned vets.

  The second biggest change is data on the monsters. Throughout the years, data on how to get certain monster parts or chances of getting them was relegated to wikis and fansites, now it’s all inside the game’s hunter notes and will grow the more you hunt a specific monster. This means you don’t need your smartphone or computer next to you constantly to figure out what you need to hunt or hit to find the parts you need.

  All in all, Monster Hunter World feels like a big step for the series, not just the platform jump, but even the little things it fixes that leave a good first impression to those trying it for the first time and makes long time players happy and beyond satisfied. Although I can’t say I won’t go back to games like Generations as they have their own feel, this I can safely say is my favorite game in the series by far. I’ve had a hard time putting it down outside of the work week. It can be a grind but a damn fun one. I love this game and can’t wait to see it’s future content.

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random non rp one: what do you think of spyro so far, depending on how far you've gotten? what are your favorite and least favorite (besides town square >_>) parts of it?

okay since i just RAGEQUIT haunted towers ill answer this

granted ive only played through a portion of spyro 1 so far, but ive gotten pretty far along! so

the game is just. gorgeous. i love that kind of... colorful painted blocky cartoon style that is in some newer games that feels so SOLID. i like cartoon things that feel very... solid. yeah. this is good. and the colors are always really gorgeous.

spyro feels SO good to control. his animations are fucking top notch. spyro reignited spyro animations should be a taught as a standard for character animation. his run cycle? his idle motions? just the way he... MOVES. its so good. for all my life ive been on an unending quest for games where you play as animals and just running around feels good because it just Feels Good To Me to indulge in that fantasy, and this is a really fucking good one for that. 

oh before i forget, i love all the dragons you free. i mean some im like “eh” but i like how they all have themes and how different and distinct each one is. id say my favorites have been the beastmakers and the dream weavers. i love those crocodile tails and those feather wings

theres just something really nice about the system of the homeworlds and the little offshoot levels and freeing the dragons. collecting gems and stuff... i also love all the variety of rewards, like. the base level of completion you need to move on, then you can 100% a level, then you can get all the skillpoints/achieves. its nice!! maybe. TOO good. i have to do it ALL. 

also the difficulty is... just right. some things i struggle with but i always feel like i CAN do it. and im, you know, not AMAZING at video games or anything but i feel like i can with a bit of patience and persistence. thats nice! actually related, it feels really nice to actually make good progress and get stuff done. as a kid, playing hero’s tail but also games in general i never could manage to get very far in any but... now im an Adult and i have a bit more skills to make up for my shortcomings

 im really enjoiny it. its just so charming and silly....

but also TERRIFYING and CRUEL. i will kill whoever invented all those supercharge puzzles. and flight levels, just........ i’ll get to you later. 

also the enemy designs range from really cool and fun to. uh. druids. and....... him. 

i enjoy it a lot and enjoy the challenge but... some of the challenge like. get me really frustrated and i have no idea how kids figured it out back in the day. i’m not as frustrated with some other games, theres a kind of “this game lowkey hates you, but it’s fair” that spyro occasionally has that i dont mind as much as some kinds of “hard but fair”. 

anyway tl;dr im enjoying it a lot! its a good game. its a GORGEOUS game. i feel like i could nitpick a few more things or point out a few flaws but... i dont feel its needed

before i go here are some of my fav and least fav worlds (so far)

favorites: dark hollow, cliff town, hmm maybe wizard peak, i actually am fond of tree tops, metalhead, dark hollow least favorite: town square (>_>), alpine ridge, high caves, misty bog, JACQUES

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‘AskMarshandBroflovski’

Author/Artist:              jovishark Additional Credit:        puppetamateur Status:                         Complete Links:                           Tumblr Rec No:                        #2 (Part One)

The Gist of It (aka. TLDR)

‘Stan and Kyle go through a whole lot of shit during their last couple years of high school; with side-characters and sub-plots galore. Honestly dudes, it’s hard to summarize this one since it’s just so jam packed with all kinds of everything. This askblog, maybe more than anything else I’ve read, really does encapsulate that whole ‘something for everyone’ feeling. Just trust me my dudes, ships galore, on-point writing, and gorgeous art. Go go.”

Also putting this before the page break: I know, it’s technically not a Cryde work, but I guarantee, there’s more content between those two in there than in most exclusively cryde-centric things. For a bit of trivia, it was this blog that got me into Cryde as a ship to begin with. So c’mon below, and I’ll try and reassure you…

Also also: Fair warning, this rec’ll be long af. I’m a little obsessed. So, get yourself a drink or something?

Storytelling

So like I said in the gist, the premise is fairly simple from the outset; Stan and Kyle start up an askblog, and your usual mix of hilarity, drama and ‘will-they, wont-they’ romance ensues. Now I had read askblogs before this one, and generally found them a lot of fun, but holy shit− from the get-go dudes, from the absolute start, this one had its hooks in me like nothing else has ever quite managed before or since. I’d originally just come across it after seeing some of the Craig/Clyde panels on some google search one weekend; then before I knew it, it was Monday morning and I’d read the whole blog front to back, and was experiencing like, genuine feelings for the first time in a long while.

A lot of what snagged me was the writing, which I walked in totally not expecting to take my soul hostage the way it did. The dialogue I’ll talk about with the characters, but as far as the actual story elements were presented? It reads like a god damn mini-series, with actual self-contained story arcs, side-scenarios that mesh in with the A-plot and oh my sweet jesus, the world building in this thing… Seriously dudes, I normally try and stay more grounded in tropes and clever literary devices and what have you, but with this blog I have a lot of trouble not getting like, emotionally invested.

I think that really is what makes this one so special; the atmosphere. There’s this underlying theme of determination and overcoming adversity (mirroring the writing of the blog itself, if you read the authors notes throughout− something I’d defiantly recommend) It’s the sort of writing that genuinely inspires people, deals with difficult subject matter and just generally gives off a positive vibe about soldering on and making good on big life changes, and that includes everyone, of every age and background.

And therein lies another giant strength, the variety. I would think it a very difficult task for someone to not find something they enjoy in this story; it’s a god damn carnival ride− not to spoil too much, but there’s a wash of different genres, different dynamics, different methods of storytelling and different perspectives on those stories. There’s music, there’s action, audience-participation, and enough backstory and little details that I’m still picking up new things even after having read through multiple times.

And lastly, oh boy− pitchforks and torches at the ready –there’s the content between Craig and Clyde. Now I’m not going to sugarcoat it, or really bother trying to hide the fact that these two don’t wind up in a happy relationship here. But please, and I really do mean this, don’t let that dissuade you. They have a very complicated relationship that keeps changing throughout, but their bond never goes away− so just because it isn’t all kisses and romance, I’d say it’s still one of the most endearing relationships I’ve seen written about the two (hence why I’m sticking to my guns on calling this a cryde-recommendation). Honestly, and I can say this from experience here, it gels with how boys like that can end up acting at that age. Despite everything, they still wind up being the biggest player in each other’s lives.

Characters

There is just characters bursting at the seams here, if you’re a fan of someone in the show, you can bet they’ll probably make an appearance somewhere along the line; or at least get a mention. Even Scott Malkinson gets namedropped, and that’s the first time I’ve seen him show up in something I’ve read in this fandom in like, forever.

Stan and Kyle are great picks for the leads, it feels easy experiencing the events unfold from their perspectives− honestly, it’s like watching a more grown up version of the TV-show for the most part, with Cartman and Kenny filling in with their usual contributions of being an asshole and a sweetheart respectively. (I really do love the way Cartman’s handled; he plays a tremendous bastard to be sure, but in a way you could imagine his childhood-self becoming- he makes a delightfully hammy and worryingly formidable antagonist) Also features pretty much my favorite version of Wendy I’ve come across; she’s the real MVP.

Craig’s low-key stealing scenes at first, before kicking things into high-gear and trying to take over the show throughout the run, to the point where he’s pretty much the focal point of all the drama several times. He’s a bit of a mess, but understandably so. Truthfully, all the characters have a unique take on them (all in keeping with how you’d imagine their canon counterparts at that age) and it’s a delight to learn what makes them all tick. I think with Craig especially, his views often radically differ from what you’re presented with by the other characters (including Stan and Kyle) and it’s never written in a way that forces you to side with any particular party as being ‘in the right’. Something I always find refreshing when it’s done as well as it’s done here. Everyone is presented with both strengths and faults, with actual long-running consequences for past actions, good and bad, and it’s up to you as the reader to make what you will out of it.

But then you’ve got the dialogue, and my god, it really takes the cake. There’s not much I can say apart from I legitimately thought some scenes and mannerisms must have been penned by Trey himself− the humor especially. Truly guys, you’re in for a treat. I would have loved to have asked the boys a question back in the day.

Style

Since I’ve gone long on the writing, I have to pretty much devote this section to the artwork because it’s fucking magic. Picture paints a thousand words and all that, and my god, does it ever do that here− the way things are scripted and tied in with the respective art? It makes for all sorts of amazing comedic timing, adds tenfold to any of the emotional scenes and just makes the story flow like a dream; I always have trouble putting it down once I get started.

Jovi’s just an incredibly talented artist, there is simply no escaping this fact. Each and every character has a unique design that fits their character and− I realize this one’s super subjective –to me, they all have such charm and personality in the way they’re drawn. It’s this masterfully presented cartoon-style with an emphasis on expressions, movement and color that I honestly just adore. Even at the very start of the blog, where the art is almost entirely different than it winds up looking at the finishing point two years later, I just love it− again with a South Park comparison, it reminds me of the watching the early cardboard-cutout style of the show compared to its newer 3D designs, both holding a special place in my heart in their own ways.

It floors me to think this was the author’s first major project. As mentioned above, I’d greatly recommend reading through the blog in its entirety, including all the commentaries by the mods, the funny tags, the side-art. One of the most inspiring things about this work is getting a sense of the love and dedication that was put into it over the years it was running; like watching the behind-the-scenes on some giant motion epic and coming to terms with how much effort went into producing what you’re seeing. It’s practically another story itself, and no less heartening than with the boys and their trials and tribulations. Seriously dude, so much kudos.

Favorite Things

The content variety. There’s just so much to love here, things being kept fresh and exciting throughout the super long run-time of the blog without feeling disjointed, on top of managing a satisfying conclusion. There’s a lot of fun to be had, no half-measures.

The character dynamics are a treat. With such a big cast, there’s all sorts of different personalities playing off each other, with dynamic relationships that all manage to evolve and grow. Definite love given to proper character arcs.

Inspiring themes and feel-good moments really do make this a gem to read when you’re looking for a pick me up. The messages about dealing with depression and addiction, managing your health and fitness and even studying and making smart choices− all of them really hit home.

Relationships of all different types; one’s that work out, one’s that don’t, some being easy, some being hard, long ones, short ones, mistakes and awkward surprises. Romance is well and truly covered, and I like that it doesn’t shy away with the stuff that just doesn’t end well.

Some of the best artwork you’ll come across (and so utterly fitting of the material), drawn to such a quality standard and on such a short time-frame that it kinda makes my head spin. I’m now at the point that when I think about the characters, these versions are the ones that appear in my head.

It’s honestly a little embarrassing for me to talk about AMAB, and god knows it’s pretty presumptuous, y’know? New guy recommends beloved artwork that already attracted thousands of followers back in its day. I’m going to guess this’ll end up being the rec that I’ll have needed to have written the least− since like, all of you have probably already devoured the blog long before you learned about it here.

But you know? If anything, I hope this ends up reconfirming what an excellent choice it was for you to have read it. And as always with these review things, if the author should read this, I hope you know just how much what you’ve made affected me and countless others; how good you deserve to feel, and how proud the people in your life must be of you for doing something so important and worthwhile.

As usual, next post’ll be spoilers and artwork− and I’m just going to bury my head in the sand so hard because my artwork is garbage compared, but we’ll have to muddle through. Join me there for second hand embarrassment, okay?

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Acer ConceptD 7 Ezel Review

Acer's ConceptD 7 Ezel (starts at $2,499; $3,999 as tested) might be the most radical convertible laptop on the market.  Aimed at pen-savvy creators, designers, and engineers, this 15.6-inch hybrid's gorgeous UHD/4K touch screen flips into many different positions thanks to a unique hinge design, making it more versatile than traditional convertibles with 360-degree hinges. It also offers a Wacom EMR pen for a natural inking experience. Like the smaller ConceptD 3 Ezel, the ConceptD 7 Ezel is a slam dunk for those able to leverage its uniqueness, as there's nothing else quite like it. Just be prepared to get equally creative with your finances to afford it.

A Unique Concept(D)

The ConceptD 7 Ezel's uniqueness starts with its marriage of desktop-class power to a large 15.6-inch pen-enabled screen. My review unit, model CC715-71-7163, has the same grade of components found in a top-shelf gaming notebook, such as the Razer Blade 15 Advanced (2020). Inside is an eight-core Intel Core i7-10875H processor (2.3GHz base, up to 5.1GHz turbo), an 8GB Nvidia GeForce RTX 2080 Super Max-Q graphics card, 32GB of memory, and a 2TB solid-state drive. The Windows 10 Pro system carries a one-year warranty, which strikes me as skimpy for $3,999.

The only convertible that offers remotely similar performance is the HP Spectre x360 15 (2020), priced at $1,649 at this writing with a six-core Core i7-10750H, a 4GB GeForce GTX 1650 Ti Max-Q, 16GB of RAM, and a 1TB SSD. That's a lot less than the base $2,499 ConceptD 7 Ezel, which matches the HP's specs except for a more powerful 6GB GeForce RTX 2060. That said, the comparison is purely for penny-pinching purposes; much of the ConceptD 7 Ezel's value comes from its design.

Versatile Usage Modes

The ConceptD 7 Ezel has a traditional display hinge that opens and closes clamshell style, but there's a second one halfway up the lid that allows the screen to rotate independently.

The display can be positioned at almost any angle and elevation by moving both hinges. It becomes a tablet with the screen rotated 180 degrees while the main hinge is folded flat, and by raising the main hinge, the screen can float as shown here …

The second hinge is stiff enough to keep the screen stationary for drawing or using the touch screen in this position. It also makes it possible to stand over the ConceptD 7 Ezel while doing so, an act that would require reaching several more inches with a traditional convertible that would be lying flat in tablet mode. A stand mode is also possible, which is like the photo below, but with the screen pressed down further so that it rests in front of the keyboard. The ConceptD lives up to its "easel" name in that position.

Last, it can operate in a display mode with its screen flipped over 180 degrees. It's a useful position if you're seated across the table from someone and wish to present something.

Creative Design Inspirations

The ConceptD 7 Ezel's white exterior may look like plastic, but it's metal; running a finger across it rewards with a high-pitched scratchy sound that plastic can't produce. The white comes from a ceramic coating that Acer claims is stain-resistant. I tested it by splashing dark roast coffee on the lid and letting it dry for a few hours. Sure enough, it wiped off without a trace.

At 1.13 by 14.1 by 10.2 inches (HWD), the ConceptD 7 Ezel is one chunky laptop considering today's relentless drive toward thin-and-light electronics, though it's not terribly overweight at 5.5 pounds. The display contributes most of the extra thickness; its base is of normal height for a notebook this powerful. All surfaces are satisfyingly flex-free.

The keyboard adds visual warmth with its atypical amber backlighting. Prettiness aside, the island-style keys unfortunately lack for tactile feedback, a casualty of their short vertical press distance.

The productive layout includes dedicated Home, Page Up, Page Down, and End keys. Only the arrow cluster is nonstandard, combining half-size up and down and full-size left and right keys. Below, the buttonless trackpad is just big enough. Its clicking action is slightly stiff but offers communicative, noiseless feedback. Meanwhile, the holes forward of the keyboard are for cooling, not for the speakers; the latter deliver unremarkable sound from under the palm rest.

Plenty of Input and Output

The ConceptD 7 Ezel offers Wi-Fi 6 and Bluetooth 5 wireless support, as you'd expect from a high-end laptop made in 2020. Its physical connectivity starts on the front edge with a full-size SD card reader, a nice break from the usual microSD slot.

The left edge holds a Kensington lock notch, a USB 3.2 Gen 1 Type-A port, two Thunderbolt 3 (USB Type-C) ports, and a headphone/microphone jack. Full-size HDMI and DisplayPort video outputs, another USB 3.2 Gen 1 Type-A port, and an Ethernet jack dot the right edge.

It's potentially inconvenient that most of the ports are located along the front half of each edge; connected devices can intrude on external mouse or elbow-resting space. The power jack's location at center right is also irksome—it should be further back to keep the cord out of the way—but at least the included adapter has a right-angle plug that doesn't stick out too far.

The power button, located on the left edge, doubles as a fingerprint reader for Windows Hello biometric logins. However, the ConceptD 7 Ezel has no IR webcam for facial recognition. Its average-quality 720p webcam also lacks a physical privacy shutter.

Legendary Inking: Wacom EMR Returns

The ConceptD 7 Ezel's best asset is its screen, a 15.6-inch IPS touch panel with detailed UHD/4K (3,840-by-2,160-pixel) resolution. Acer rates it for 350 nits of brightness and 100% coverage of the Adobe RGB gamut for eye-popping color. It looks great.

The ConceptD app provides controls for switching color spaces, including a native mode for those who plan to calibrate it themselves.

All I can discredit about the picture is its slight sparkle. It could be from the anti-glare surface treatment, a necessity given that the surface is glass (precisely, Corning Gorilla Glass 6) and would otherwise be reflection-prone.

The hard glass and the slight resistance from the anti-glare treatment provide an excellent pen-on-paper-like feel for inking with the ConceptD 7 Ezel's pen. Stashed in the right side of the display, it's slightly narrower than a normal ink pen and has two buttons. It never needs to be charged thanks to its Wacom EMR technology.

Wacom EMR, the oldest of the active pen technologies, is uncommon on convertible notebooks. It adds thickness since it requires an active digitizer to be built into the screen. By contrast, Wacom AES and N-Trig combine an active (powered) pen with a passive digitizer.

One of EMR's advantages is a long and responsive hover distance. The cursor appears when the pen is about three-quarters of an inch above the surface and moves perfectly in sync with the tip. With AES, the cursor lags since the tip's position isn't precisely known to the digitizer unless it's in contact with the display. EMR's tilt support, natural responsiveness to pen strokes, and up to 4,096 levels of pressure sensitivity are other key reasons to applaud the ConceptD's inking.

Testing the ConceptD 7 Ezel: Studio Power

The ConceptD 7 Ezel is a GeForce RTX Studio product, which means it packs enough performance for advanced creative tasks such as video editing. My unit's GeForce RTX 2080 Super Max-Q GPU is also capable of gaming, though its 4K screen resolution is too high to drive without lowering the detail settings in many newer titles. Its screen refresh rate is also just 60Hz, whereas even mid-grade gaming notebooks have 144Hz or higher.

Acer offers the ConceptD 7 Ezel Pro for those in search of professional Nvidia Quadro graphics and independent software vendor (ISV) certifications for popular apps. It's expensive; the top-end CC715-91P-X1XB model goes for $4,999 with a quad-core Xeon processor and a 16GB Quadro RTX 5000. But that sounds about right for a mobile workstation with those components.

For our benchmarks, I compared the ConceptD 7 Ezel to the following convertibles and high-performance notebooks...

The non-convertible HP ZBook Create G7 and MSI Creator 15 are thin-and-light creative laptops with GeForce-class graphics. Though they're not direct ConceptD 7 Ezel competitors, their overall performance should be similar.

Storage, Media, and CPU Tests

The ConceptD 7 Ezel started with an excellent 5,753-point showing in UL's PCMark 10, our general system performance assessment that simulates different real-world productivity and content-creation workflows. We informally look for high-performance PCs to post at least 4,000 points in that test. The Acer also did well in PCMark 8's storage subtest, though it didn't stand out from the others despite having two 1TB solid-state drives striped together in RAID 0 (they appear as a single drive in Windows).

Next up is a pair of CPU-crunching tests: Cinebench R15 stresses all available processor cores and threads while rendering a complex image, while in our Handbrake test, we transcode a 12-minute 4K video down to 1080p.

The higher clocks of the ZBook Create's Core i9 processor gave it a slight advantage over the ConceptD 7 Ezel in these tests. Predictably, those two and the eight-core MSI had no trouble leaving the six-core ConceptD 3 Ezel and Spectre x360 15 in the dust.

The final test in this section is photo editing. We use an early 2018 release of Adobe Photoshop Creative Cloud to apply 10 complex filters and effects to a standard JPEG image, timing each operation and adding up the totals. This test is not as CPU-focused as Cinebench or Handbrake, bringing the performance of the storage subsystem, memory, and GPU into play.

The ConceptD 7 Ezel finished with an impressively low time for a convertible laptop. The high 5.1GHz boost clock of its Core i7 chip and 32GB of memory are ideal for advanced Photoshop tasks.

Graphics Tests

Our first two benchmarks in this section measure the gaming performance potential of a PC. In UL's 3DMark, we run the Sky Diver (lightweight, capable of running on integrated graphics) and Fire Strike (more demanding, for high-end gaming PCs) subtests, both DirectX 11-based. Unigine Corp.'s Superposition is another gaming simulation that uses a different rendering engine to produce a complex 3D scene.

The ConceptD 7 Ezel's GeForce RTX 2080 Super Max-Q GPU gave it top scores in these tests, as it should have, though the ZBook Create G7 wasn't far behind with its RTX 2070 Max-Q.

For cooling, the ConceptD 7 Ezel relies on cooling fans that jet air out the sides and back of the chassis. They ran frequently and noticeably, especially during our benchmark runs. They did, however, keep the chassis cool top and bottom.

Battery Rundown Test

For our last benchmark, we measure a laptop's unplugged runtime while playing a locally stored video with screen brightness at 50 percent and audio volume at 100 percent. We use the notebook's energy-saving rather than balanced or other power profile where available, turn off Wi-Fi, and even disable keyboard backlighting to squeeze as much life as possible out of the system.

Eight hours of unplugged life from a convertible this powerful is impressive, especially considering its active digitizer; it's longer than we expect from gaming notebooks with similar components. It even outdid the much less powerful Spectre x360 15.

One of the Biggest, Baddest Convertibles Around

Acer's ConceptD 7 Ezel defies convention by combining the power of a top-shelf gaming laptop with a Wacom EMR-enabled screen. It's a blissful combination for designers and creators, though not one without compromise. This is one bulky device, and one that will set you back financially even in its base configuration. But for those willing to ante up, this one-of-a-kind convertible delivers an unparalleled creative experience.

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Why Buying Designer Handbag is Worth the Investment

Looking at the price tag on that designer handbag can be daunting. Sure we all want that glamorous designer bag that says I am chic, I have style, I am worth investing in myself, but without actually having to make that investment, right? I know my stomach tightens up, I get a knot in my throat, and my hands get sweaty when I even think about dropping that kind of coin on a pair of shoes.

The truth is, often times you end up spending that kind of money when you have to keep replacing that $75 bag every 6 months anyway! When you’re not buying designer, you’re often times wasting your money on products that are made cheap and won’t last longer than a few months. I know there have been many times I bought a $30 blouse or skirt only to have it rip, tear, fray, or otherwise deteriorate on me on the very first wear! It can be frustrating going through items so quickly and feeling like you’re just throwing your money away!

While some designer goods can still be far out of reach for most of us, there are actually many designer products out there worth investing in. So how do you know which products are worth the investment? Handbags are always one of the top designer products to buy, as they are one of the easiest things to resell, they generally get used more than anything else in the closet, and the classic styles and designs never got out of style. Also, if something on them does happen to wear or break, many designers like Louis Vuitton will fix them for free.

I have a good friend who has had the same Louis Vuitton shoulder bag for 10 years! She’s had to have the handle repaired once, (which they replaced for free) and she’s worn it every day since she’s owned it. Although the bag initially cost her a couple thousand to buy, I’d say she certainly got her money’s worth, and she is still wearing it! It is still in great condition and she can turn around and sell it for 50-75% of what she paid for it once she decides to upgrade down the road. You can see here, how investing in key designer pieces can be nearly as good of an investment as buying real estate!

A few key things to keep in mind when investing in Designer:

1. Is it a classic style that will always be in style? Avoid the “of the moment” trendy items like the fringe, neon, and gingham prints that aren’t “in” every season. When purchasing designer accessories or fashion, pick classic styles, colors, shapes, and designs that will always be in style. Look for products that have been selling from that designer for years and years.

2. Has the designer been around a long time? Are they here to stay? Do many people know of this brand? An investment in a designer item is only as good as the name. If you buy that $2000 bag from a brand no one has ever heard of, or if that brand ends up going under in a few years, you’re going to have a much harder time getting that item fixed for free when it breaks or selling it later down the road when you want something newer and better. Buy from well-known designers that have been around for decades!

3. Can you find that item second hand? You can save up to 50% when buy designer slightly used, but remember that your product won’t be under warranty and you won’t be able to get free repairs. Also, keep in mind that when buying online, to always make sure you’re buying from a reputable dealer, and that the item has it’s authentication card so you can be sure you’re really buying legit Louboutin’s and not some super hard to spot knock off. A lot of fakes can be really well-made and really look the part, so don’t always trust yourself to just take a look at it. Make sure it’s backed up with a guarantee!

Also, be cautious when buying second-hand shoes or sunglasses online versus trying them on first in the store. Many shoes form to fit feet and sunglasses form to fit heads, and these products may not fit you as well as the person who owned them prior.

4. Even though its designer, you still don’t have to pay full price for it, even when it’s brand new! While sample sales and flash sales have been a great way in the past to score designer product at a great discount, this kind of “Black Friday” shopping can be a headache many of us would rather not deal with, even for a couple hundred in savings. Luckily Beyond Tag offers a new way to buy deep discounted designer products without all the pandemonium!

How it Works: BeyondTag lets you bid against other shoppers by setting your wish price, without the comparison of prices against other shoppers to buy designer goods at an amazing savings! All products are sold from BeyondTag so you know you’re buying from a reputable dealer and items are authentic and real. You can find designers such as Alexander McQueen, Gucci, Versace V Italia, Tom Ford, Fred Perry, Christian Louboutin, Dolce & Gabbana and many, more here!

There is no need to shop around for coupons, simply put in your wish price, and you will know instantly if it was successful or not. BeyondTag only charge’s your credit card when your wish price is accepted.

BeyondTag cuts out the middle man so you’re able to save up to a whopping 85% on designer goods without having to fork out the big bucks you would shopping in department stores or even in the designer retail stores themselves. Inventory runs out quickly and new products are added multiple times a week, so if you’re looking for something specific or even if you just like to browse, it’s worth visiting the site 2-3 times a week to check out what’s new! BeyondTag treats customers like family and a portion of all proceeds are given away to charity!

While it can seem stressful investing an entire paycheck into buying one single handbag, if you follow these tips above, you can have peace of mind knowing that you’re spending your money wisely by investing in a piece that will last for years and years, instead of wasting money on cheap knocks offs that break within months, and you’ll know you’re finding that gorgeous Dolce and Gabanna at the best possible price too!

Happy Shopping!

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New OLED, QLED and NanoCell TVs 2019

This review is updated regularly with new models Last updated: September 13, 2019 Of course, competition requires companies to constantly expand the range and functionality of their products. This axiom holds for all segments of consumer electronics and the TVs was no exception. In just a few decades, companies have developed and introduced QLED, OLED, NanoCell, HDMI 2.1, Dolby Vision, HDR technology and many other innovative technologies. This year, their range has also expanded significantly. Of course, the review format does not pretend to be a complet, but it includes some promising models. Review includes the following models from major market leaders: - LG Rollable Signature Series R9, LG Z9 8K HDR OLED TV, LG SM9500 4K HDR LED NanoCell TV and LG (B,C, E, W) 9PUA 4K HDR OLED TVs (all w/AI ThinQ); - Sony X950G 4K Ultra HD Smart LED TV with HDR and Alexa; - TCL S425 4K UHD Smart Roku TV; - VIZIO P-Series Quantum X 4K HDR Smart TV.

LG TVs

Of course, this company needs no introduction. LG annually offers its new developments and this year was no exception. LG Signature Roll Up R9 4K HDR OLED TV at CES 2019 made an indelible impression on the most imperturbable viewers.

This model has all conventional pros and cons of OLED technology, uses 2nd Gen α9 Processor and WebOS 4.5 with Alexa. Unfortunately, its peak brightness is only 800 nit. According to LG, the Signature Series R9 will be available at the end of 2019, but in a 65-inch version only. But we can only guess about the price. In addition, the company announced the first LG Z9 OLED TV with 8K resolution and design in the "wallpaper" style.

Additionally, LG continued to develop its LCD NanoCell TVs by introducing LG 4K HDR Smart LED SM9500 NanoCell TV w/AI ThinQ.

Moreover, the company promises to announce its first 8K LCD NanoCell TV by the end of the year. It will be called LG SM99, have a full array of local dimming (FALD) and HDMI 2.1 support. Besides, the company introduced the ninth 4K OLED series, which continued the popular 2018 4K OLED series. As known, it included B8, C8, E8, G8, and W8 series. Accordingly, new series includes B9, C9, E9 и W9. B9 uses α7, other newer models use α9. By analogy with the 8 series, the models differ mainly in design and speakers. LG C9PUA 4K HDR Smart OLED TV w / AI ThinQ claims to be the most popular. This model can be considered an improved version of C8 (C9 vs C8.)

LG C9PUA 4K HDR Smart OLED and LG 4K LCD TVs

As known, OLED panels use organic light-emitting diodes, which are a separate light source with individual brightness adjustment.

Of course, such a natural local backlight does not require backlighting, providing absolute black and, therefore, unlimited contrast. Very high contrast, uniform illumination and very wide viewing angles provide perfect color rendering. Unfortunately, a relatively short service life of the blue subpixel and very high price significantly limit their popularity. Today, LG is a leader in this area. In recent years, the company has been able to significantly reduce the cost of OLED-panels and extend their service life. For example, the B8 55-inch today costs about $ 1,300. As a result, LG 4K OLED TVs have become very popular in recent years. The LG C9 2019 is well positioned between the budget B9 and the more expensive E & W models, providing an awesome OLED picture quality at a reasonable price nearly $1,500 for 55 inches.

This series uses 55-, 65-, and 77-inch matrices. Like all new LG TVs, the C9 has an α9 Gen 2 Intelligent Processor, supports HDR10, Dolby Vision, HLG, and Advanced HDR standards, HDMI 2.1 and Google Assistant, and uses the excellent WebOS 4.5 with Alexa. Of course, the company did not forget about traditional LCD TVs, introducing the budget LG 4K series from UM71 up to UM76, and LM63 1080p series.

Sony X950G 4K Ultra HD Smart LED TV with HDR and Alexa Compatibility

Sony X950G 4K LED TV uses FALD (full-array local dimming), and has an impressive specs.

Key features: - 4K (3,840 x 2,160) resolution; - supports High Dynamic Range, including HDR10, Dolby Vision, and Dolby Atmos standards; - full-array local dimming; - 120 Hz refresh rate; - DCI-P3/10-bit color space; - Android OS (Android Oreo 8.0 with Google Assistant). Android-based smart platform supports apps like the Google Play store, etc. Unfortunately, it has the traditional disadvantages of LED models, including too aggressive local dimming and narrow viewing angles. Accordingly, the TV distorts colors when viewed at an angle, limiting the choice of a convenient location. Moreover, the model provides an HDR color gamut without margin, inferior to other TVs in this price range. But overall, the X950G looks great. With the exception of narrow viewing angles and not ideal color accuracy, other aspects correspond to a very high level. TV provides excellent contrast and image clarity even in brightly lit room. This series offers four sizes, including: - 55-inch (XBR-55X950G); - 65-inch (XBR-65X950G); - 75-inch (XBR-75X950G); - 85-inch (XBR-85X950G). Depending on the diagonal size, today their price ranges from $ 1,200 to $ 4,500, respectively. 75-inch and 85-inch models support Sony's X-Wide Angle technology. Maybe the company slightly exaggerates its effectiveness, but this technology really increases the color accuracy.

The X950G uses 4x HDMI 2.0a (1x ARC), 2x USB 2.0, 1x USB 3.0, component, LAN ethernet port, RF input, optical audio output, headphone jack, providing all the necessary connectivity.

Testing

The reputable reviewed.com provides the following Performance Testing results: - HDR contrast (brightness/black level): 670.8 nits/0.112 nits; - SDR contrast (brightness/black level): 431.1 nits/0.075 nits; - HDR peak brightness: 1,198 nits (20%); - HDR color gamut coverage: 92% (DCI-P3/10-bit); - SDR color gamut coverage: 97% (Rec.709); - viewing angle: ±16°. Of course, this is a very high contrast for LED TVs even with FALD. Peak brightness for SDR ranges from 400 to 500 nits, which is enough for a well-lit room. But for HDR mode, it reaches an unprecedented 1,200 nits, providing this series a huge advantage over its competitors. The native 120Hz panel with X-Motion Clarity technology handles motion perfectly, delivering smooth playback for gaming, sports, and low-FPS content.

Additionally, TV provides surround audio playback using Acoustic Multi-Audio.

Overall, the X950G is a superb choice for a lit living room, but with some nuances, including narrow viewing angles and, sometimes, excessive brightness.

TCL S425 4K UHD Smart Roku TV

For several years, TCL TVs stably present in most different TOP lists in the budget and mid-price segments. High quality at a low price ensures them with an excellent price / quality ratio, providing a place among Best Sellers. Of course, TCL does not stop there, constantly expanding their range. This year was no exception and the company introduced the 2019 TCL 4 Series.

This series offers follow screen sizes: - 43-inch (TCL 43S425); - 49-inch (TCL 49S425); - 50-inch (TCL 50S425); - 55-inch (TCL 55S425); - 65-inch (TCL 65S425); - 75-inch (TCL 75S425). Their price ranges from $ 280 to $ 1,000. 4 Series has three HDMI 2.0-compatible ports, a USB 2.0 input, an ethernet port, a shared component/composite input, and a coaxial jack. Key features: - 4K resolution (3,840 x 2,160); - High Dynamic Range compatibility (HDR10 standart); - built-in Roku streaming platform with Roku remote; - Native 60 Hz refresh rate. As usual, the Roku smart platform and remote are simple and user-friendly. Today it's rightfully considered one of the best. But calibration is ineffective without the Roku mobile app. HDR tests show better results compared to SDR, but the difference is not significant due to the low brightness, which does not exceed 300 nit even for the HDR signal. Therefore, the playback quality of HDR content is visualized only in a dark room. Unfortunately, viewing angles reach only ± 22 °, after which the contrast of the panel deteriorates significantly. In general, this series of TCL TVs reasonably claims to take its rightful place among the Best Sellers in the budget segment.

VIZIO P-Series Quantum X 4K HDR Smart TV

Vizio TVs have long and successfully competed in the budget segment. But over the past few years, the company has introduced a line of TVs that successfully compete in the middle and even top range with recognized leaders. In 2019, the company continued this trend with the introduction of several gorgeous Vizio P-Series Quantum X models.

The Vizio P-Series Quantum X or PQX offers 65-inch and 75-inch TVs only: - 65-inch Vizio PX65-G1; - 75-inch Vizio PX75-G1. Today, the cost of a 65-inch model does not exceed $ 2,000. 65- and 75-inch versions use different amounts of local dimming zones. In particular, the 65-inch PQX has 384 total local dimming LED zones compared to 480 in the 75-inch PQX. Accordingly, the 75-inch PQX provides higher performance. On the other hand, today both models can claim the status of brightest TVs, providing up to 3,000-nit peak brightness. For comparison, today HDR-capable TVs with 1,000-nit brightness levels are considered very bright. Key features: - 4K (3,840 x 2,160) resolution; - Quantum dot display; - HDR10, Dolby Vision, and HLG support for HDR-content; - FALD (full-array local dimming); - 120 Hz refresh rate; - SmartCast 3.0 smart platform; - built-in Chromecast support; - Apple AirPlay 2 support; - DCI-P3/10-bit color space. Testing in Calibrated picture mode from reputable reviewed.com showed the following results: - HDR contrast (brightness/black level): 642.8 nits/0.081 nits; - SDR contrast (brightness/black level): 354.2 nits/0.076 nits; - HDR peak brightness: 2,057 nits (40% white); - SDR peak brightness: 1,149 nits (40% white); - HDR color gamut coverage: 95% (DCI-P3/10-bit); - SDR color gamut coverage: 98% (Rec.709); - viewing angle: ±12.78°.

Conclusion

1. LG has maintained its innovative leadership by introducing in 2019 the Rollable Signature Series R9, Z9 OLED TV with 8K resolution and LG SM9500, which continued the development of NanoCell technology. 2. Sony introduced the very bright X950G series with high image quality and relatively low price. 3. TCL introduced the S425 4K UHD series with Smart Roku at a great price, which is likely to take its place among Best Sellers. 4. VIZIO presented its best models, which today are brightest TVs. Their very high brightness provides excellent contrast. In addition, quantum dot display covers about 95% of the wide P3 color gamut. As a result, the 65-inch PQX delivers image quality that is comparable to the LG OLED C9. But LG’s popular flagship costs $ 1,000 more. Of course, a narrow viewing angle that cannot compete with the super-wide angles of OLED models, occasional light bloom, and not ideal Smart platform are still inferior to the flagships of the leaders. But the very low price for this class with a margin compensates for all the shortcomings, providing these models with huge growth potential. 5. Unfortunately, the expansion of functionality with innovation technologies does not always compensate for the decrease in prices for previous models. As a result, this list not completely match to TOPs from experts with most successful models in terms of their price / quality ratio. In addition, it differs significantly from the Best Sellers list, the contents of which depend primarily on the price and includes mostly the most successful budget LED models. But it may be interesting to fans of innovative models when choosing the optimal TV. This video offers a Vizio 4K TV Lineup at CES 2019. Read the full article

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