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Peeked at twitter again unfortunately, and apparently people are mad that this week's seasonal story update was shorter? Literally it's a season that launches with the expansion. Every single one of those was smaller and lighter on the content.
Personally, I am enjoying that this season's storyline isn't too demanding. Clearly I love when we get a lot of lore, and we still get the usual initial dialogues, a lot of new weekly mission dialogues, ending dialogues and radio message + 2 lore pages. I have so much shit to do with Lightfall AND the exotic mission launched today which added so much new stuff to do so I was super glad that I was done with the weekly story in like 20 minutes.
Obviously the story was shorter due to the exotic mission launching alongside it. This seasonal story is also shorter in general, with only 6 weeks (6 lore pages to earn) which I am honestly relieved about because there's so much Lightfall content that I'm barely catching up with and there's the pinnacle grind that's kicking my ass because I don't want to die in every activity because an enemy looked at me. I get so overwhelmed with content when an expansion launches and there's also seasonal content. Sometimes I wish we got no season with the expansion.
So many people want things to slow down a little because we simply do not have time to grind 24/7, but then there's strange people who want a weekly update to require 6 hours of investement I guess. And of course everything in those 6 hours has to be brand new content, never before seen. If I see a single blade of grass that has been used as texture before, then Bungie is lazy. Obviously. /s
The only legitimate problem with this setup is for people who didn't get the expansion and only have the season. Their season is then not the exact same quantity as others. But it's never those people that make these complaints.
#destiny 2#destiny 2 spoilers#season of defiance#season of defiance spoilers#i'm just. there was an entire secret exotic mission??? that has multiple parts and extra bits to do??#and it will continue for a few weeks as well??#i got my weekly update done and was relieved i can go back to grinding stuff i still need to do#then the exotic mission was found. by the time i finished it already took several hours of my time#people are begging on their knees for less grind but then some players are just like. 'no. release more content every week.'#actually no. release less content.#and the best part is. they didn't even skip out on any lore. we still got everything we usually get in an update#and we're getting two lore books this season#i guess it wasn't anything groundbreaking so clearly it's bad#'we just got some conversations between characters!' yes.#i think a lot of people constantly complaining about this have never like. watched a tv show without binging it#GENUINELY feels that way#idk do people expect something bombastic must happen every week? when was that ever a thing?#'if the plot doesn't move forward spectacularly then it's a bad story.' it's time to calm down#it's just more FOMO. I'm glad this was short and easy on my brain#also it'll be less of a pain to replay it with other characters
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Finally played through the Pixel Remaster of Final Fantasy VI, it was a game
#Kermis plays video games#Final Fantasy VI#Final Fantasy#took me around 40 hours. I didn't do all the optional content but I did recruit all the party members#the default English font in this version is terrible though#I'm glad they patched in a more pixelated font later but even that still left something to be desired#luckily the Steam version is moddable so I added the font from the SNES original to it#if you're playing the PC release you can also delete the font_en file in the game directory and replace it with a copy of the font_ja file#and you get a more standard/less shrunken down & narrow font like you see in the first two screenshots#the auto-battle feature and being able to change between the original and redone soundtrack were nice#the opera scene being redone with actual sung vocals and a 2.5D graphical style reminiscent of some DS games was cool as hell
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obsessed with the handful of triple A game studios throwing tantrums over how Baldurâs Gate 3 is an exception and how people shouldnât start expecting games like this to be as detailed and expansive. like. yeah when you have a committed team who are willing to spend years and years in development with constant communication and feedback from actual players, and when the studio clearly values creativity and playfulness as much as they value compelling narrative and impressive coding and beautiful artwork - itâs gonna be a good fucking game. maybe if these other studios tried⊠idkâŠâŠâŠ. prioritising something more than turning the biggest profit as fast as possible???? maybe THEN BG3 could be just like. the standard.
#also. bg3 is SO fun. Iâve put nearly 200hrs into JUST the EA content which is an incomplete version of less than a third of the full game.#i havenât played in a while i think i did a quick run just after the druid patch and havenât been back since#but not bcus i grew tired of it#i just realised that i knew that EA content story inside and out and i wanted to have a big break before actual launch#so i could like. maybe forget some stuff a bit???#so that when the full version releases iâll get to rediscover it all as much as possible#but like. itâs so fun. itâs such a fun experience.
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And the Rejet merch train continues...
#Admittedly I quite like the theme for this set#and the fact that Shin is once again pulling this face :P#Laito too lol#but Rejet could you please at least give us an update on House of Vampire?#like if you've cancelled it at least let us know so I can stop anxiously hovering on your Twitter feed#apologies for the negativity I'm just very jaded at this point#the fact I'm in my Genshin phase and the 3.3 release is right around the corner doesn't help#as it reminds what it's like to be excited for actual content of the characters#I would be less salty if Shin's Daylight CD hadn't just been a speedrun repeat of his DF route#but I appreciate it's hard to write that much content and still generate new ideas
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Sonic Frontiers is already such an amazing game, but looking at cut content from the art book and also just seeing that there are some signs of crunch in places makes me think that if it had even more time, it would've been the best Sonic game by a lot
#It was in development for like 5 years so its pretty understandable they had to release it when they did#But still I really hope they add in all of the cut stuff#There is actually somewhat of a chance that they do this since I remember one of the devs talking about wanting to improve The End's fight#And they changed Metal Sonic's fight in Mania so it's not unprecedented#Also I'm very hopeful for the next game because Sonic Team now has a bigger budget which means they'll be able to do more in less time#And they already have the base of Frontiers to work off of#So even if they're given the same amount of time (Which they likely will since Frontiers has showed them that taking time is worth it)#They'll be able to fit in more content#Krafter Talks
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Current persona manga collection đ
I decided to get the 3rd volume of mementos mission and the 9th volume of the p5 manga since I have a Bit of free spending money now. It makes me very happy to have a growing collection đ
#speculation nation#ive just kinda been peeking thru the manga volumes for any akechi appearances#i was surprised when royal content started showing up. it's now very Definitely royal content#which makes me soooooo excited for whenever we get to 3rd semester stuff#i wanna see black mask akechi in the manga sooo badly#still need to actually read mementos mission. ill get there eventually.#manga is currently at the start of okumura arc. so it's Kinda getting there?? still got a ways to go#ive been collecting the p5 manga basically since it first started releasing. years ago.#1 volume every 6 months or so (or longer...). it's slow going#but i figure theyre like. ykno. drawing it as it goes.#comics take a while to make so it's Reasonable#im just glad theyre not shit expensive.#the nicer manga volume style like mementos mission and the p3 and p4 manga#means less content for more price. they look nice! but man theres a reason i dont own that many of them.#i would like to own all of the p3 manga eventually tho. someday...#alao ft the p5 japanese artbook And a few fanworks#a slowly growing collection... â€#this isnt even including my other manga. of which i have a Decent amount. even if i havent bought anything recently#(recently as in the past few years. aside from persona mangas)#idk im just not that into manga anymore. still enjoy what i got tho#id love to have enough space to actually Display my manga tho. i need to invest in more bookshelves đ€
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The Lara-Su Chronicles: Beginnings review
The day has finally come. Many, understandably, thought we'd never get here. Maybe we shouldn't have gotten here. We've been through so much. Lawsuits, reboots, redesigns, unreleased NFTs, empty legal threats over the fact that movie Knuckles has a dad, an attempt to license out Scourge the Hedgehog to fans that immediately got canceled (in both meanings of the term), and many, MANY idiotic Twitter controversies. But now, here we are.
Thirteen years after first announcing it in the middle of his legal battles with Archie and Sega that changed the American Sonic comics forever, former writer Ken Penders has released the first part of his new series: The Lara-Su Chronicles.
Yes. I had to buy the book. I had to take one for the team. Look at the fucking URL of this blog, a blog I've been using to talk about the American Sonic comics for nearly a decade while the specter of this book loomed in the distance. The one time I've actually been paid to write an article about anything in any professional capacity, it was an article about the Penders lawsuits. I'm cited on his Wikipedia page. There was no way I was going to skip reviewing this, and there was no guarantee that scans would ever turn up online given the incredibly small audience for this trash. (Only 166 people preordered this, and even that number feels way higher than it should be.) No, I had to preorder it to ensure I could get a copy and cover it for the blog... even if that meant my name would be forever immortalized in the list of "supporters" in the back of the book. These are the sacrifices I must make as a woman who stumbled ass backwards into being an amateur Archie Sonic historian.
So, what exactly is in this book? How much of it is new? How bad is it? How did we even get here in the first place? How can this exist without Sega pursuing legal action? What happens next? And, most importantly... why are there multiple depictions of an Archie Sonic character breastfeeding in this book?
I'm here to answer those questions as best I can, and in agonizing detail.
First, for those just tuning in to this decades-long saga or those who maybe don't know the full story, here's a refresher on the background info.
"What the hell is this?"
The Lara-Su Chronicles is Ken Penders' long-dreaded long-awaited continuation of his 1994-2006 run on Archie Sonic, ignoring everything written after he left by other writers like Ian Flynn. In particular, it picks up from the cliffhanger ending of the 2003-2004 arc "Mobius: 25 Years Later," which was set in what Ken considers the definitive canonical future of the series. It stars Knuckles' daughter from that future era, Lara-Su, among other new and returning characters. The project was first announced near the start of Ken's legal battle with Archie in 2011, and he's been posting WIP previews online for about a decade. Now, after all this time, a Lara-Su Chronicles book finally exists.
We'll get to the actual contents of that book in a bit.
"He can do that without getting in trouble with Sega?"
Believe it or not, yes, he can.
Thanks to the outcome of Archie Comics' woefully mismanaged lawsuits against Ken (yes, they sued him after he started filing for copyrights, not the other way around), he now has full legal ownership of every story he wrote for Archie Sonic and every character he created for the series. This was explicitly granted to him in the terms of the settlement between him and Archie (acting on behalf of Sega). He can even reprint his old Sonic material as-is to his heart's content. The main catch is just that he can't write new stories featuring Sega characters or trademarks, and his new stories also have to be distinct from Sonic at a glance to avoid confusing readers. As such, reprints can't use Sonic iconography on the cover, a few Sega characters (mainly Knuckles) have been renamed and slightly redesigned in the new stories, and the art style has been changed to less closely resemble Sonic. But otherwise, he can do whatever he wants with his own characters.
All of this is because Archie lost the original copy of Ken's work-for-hire contract that signed over the rights to his work. Without that (or any alternative that was considered permissible in court), his comics and characters are the property of their creator by default. Yes, those old comics are full of Sega stuff, but Sega doesn't automatically own the copyright for every drawing of Sonic in existence. And Sega put their stamp of approval all over those comics and let them get sold at retail for decades, even though (in the eyes of the court) there was no legal paperwork granting them ownership of any of it. It's almost like they were unwittingly distributing a fan comic for years and declaring it a fair use of their property, and now there's no takesies backsies. It's a strange and unique copyright situation. Again, they worked all this out in the settlement. And, yes, fans have long speculated that Ken stole and destroyed his own contract to regain the rights to his work, but frankly Archie was so incompetent throughout the lawsuit (it went so bad that they had to fire and replace their lawyers midway through) that I completely buy the idea of them just losing important legal documents.
Also, in case it needs to be spelled out: while Ken's a weirdo, it's ultimately a good thing for creatives everywhere that Archie lost their lawsuit against Ken. We do not want to live in a world where corporations can claim ownership of peoples' work without the contracts to back it up. That would be an incredibly dangerous legal precedent to set. And more comic creators, and artists in general, should own their own work! Corporations are not your friend! They'll delete your work for a tax write-off in a heartbeat! It's just bewildering that this guy, of all people, was the creator who ended up successfully getting his shit back, and that this is what he's doing with it.
"What about his old collaborators? Are they involved? Is he paying them?"
Ken is mostly doing The Lara-Su Chronicles solo, though he has, in fact, talked about compensating the artists involved in any material he's reprinting. The ones who give enough of a shit to get paid for a small scale reprint of something they did 20 years ago, anyway.
On the subject of his collaborators, it's also worth pointing out that Ken's wasn't the only contract that was lost. Most of the early Archie Sonic writers from before Ian Flynn's time seem to be in the same boat as Ken, with the ownership of their stories and characters defaulting back to them. Again, Archie fucked up big time. But like I said, most of them don't really seem to give a shit. For most of them, Sonic was just a random temporary gig they took to pay the bills while Marvel was busy going bankrupt in the '90s, not the thing that defined their entire careers.
The only other Archie Sonic contributor who's tried to do anything on the level of what Ken is doing was writer and editor Scott Fulop. In 2016 he attempted to sue Archie for the unauthorized use of what are now retroactively considered his copyrighted characters and stories, and he even announced a standalone comic about his most famous Sonic character, the recurring villain Mammoth Mogul (sort of a pastiche of DC's Vandal Savage and Marvel's Kingpin, with wizard powers added for spice). However, Fulop lost his lawsuit because he didn't put together a particularly compelling case. Since then he seems to have wiped all traces of his ill-advised Mammoth Mogul comic and his company, Narrative Ark Entertainment, from the internet. For now, this leaves The Lara-Su Chronicles the only project of its kind.
"What about those other Archie Sonic reprints he just announced?"
At the time of writing, Ken is once again claiming that he's trying to get the band back together to reprint all of Archie Sonic, now under the bad new banner "Floating Island Productions: MOBIAN LINE" that I can't imagine he consulted literally anyone else on.
So, like, look. As we've established, Ken can reprint his own stories. And if he can work something out with the other contributors whose contracts were lost, he can print their work, too. But there is no fucking way he's getting his hands on Ian Flynn's run, which Sega undoubtedly holds the copyright for. Even if they don't, Ian needs to maintain a good working relationship with both Sega and IDW if he's to keep his job, so he'd never go for this. Not to mention that Ian and Ken just... don't get along! Ken's whole plan here seems to be predicated on IDW going out of business (a thing he REALLY wants to happen) and freeing up the Sonic comic license, after which he knocks on Sega's door and goes "hey I've still got dirt on you guys," blackmailing them into giving him the Sonic license back so that he can reprint the later comics. Every step of this plan is ludicrous. It's never gonna happen.
He's been saying he wants to reprint the whole series for a few years now, though. This isn't really anything new. And despite his lofty plans that set Sonic Twitter ablaze, he quickly backpedaled. The only specific things in the works right now are a "two-volume omnibus" of all of his Knuckles stories and a collection of artist Scott Shaw's work on the very early Archie Sonic issues, since they're on good terms with each other. I have no idea how Ken plans on packaging these when he can't put any Sega characters or the Freedom Fighters on the covers, but these projects are small enough in scale that there's a decent chance they'll see the light of day. Scott Shaw only did like five issues. But anything beyond that? I'll believe it when I see it.
Or, y'know, this could've all just been a publicity stunt for his new book. I wouldn't put it past him. Let's just focus on the book that actually exists.
"So he finally did it? He made a whole Lara-Su book? It's out? He finished it??"
Yes and no.
The book that's out now is The Lara-Su Chronicles: Beginnings, a prologue for the series of seven graphic novels Ken somehow plans on making, even though it's taken him 13 years to put out literally anything new. I don't know whether or not this counts as book one of seven, because it only features 30 pages of new comics. 30.5 if I'm being generous.
Most of the book is actually just a reprint of his infamous Archie Sonic storyline "Mobius: 25 Years Later", which ran from issue #131 to #144 in 2003-2004. (Again, yes, he can reprint this, he just can't put Sonic on the cover.) Why's it infamous? Well, Ken had been building anticipation for this future era of the series for basically his entire run. We kept seeing King Sonic and Queen Sally from the future. Knuckles' entire backstory hinges on his dad having a vision of this future. Several years before Silver the Hedgehog was created, it was Lara-Su who was Sonic's equivalent to Future Trunks, the cool-looking child of one of the main characters who traveled back in time to try and prevent a dark future. Believe it or not, yes, there was hype for Lara-Su. And then we finally got M25YL, and none of that cool stuff happened. Instead it really ended up being about how unbearably boring the middle aged Sonic, Knuckles, Sally, and co. are in this peaceful future where Robotnik is dead and they're all married with kids, forced into traditional nuclear family gender roles. Lara-Su is present, but she mostly just does generic teen girl stuff and complains about how Knuckles won't let her do anything even though she REALLY wants to be the new Guardian of Angel Island, like, super bad! Come on, dad!!!
In its original printing, this meandering arc ended on an abrupt time travel cliffhanger that Ken was never able to follow up on before he left Archie in 2006. This new printing slightly changes that ending, using the unresolved timey-wimey shenanigans as a convenient excuse to alter the entire timeline. This creates the slightly different world of The Lara-Su Chronicles, where the few relevant Sega-owned characters have been replaced and everyone is ten times uglier.
After this, we finally get two short new stories picking up where M25YL left off: "The Storm," starring Acorn Kingdom super-spy and known creep Geoffrey St. John, and an early release of the first chapter of The Lara-Su Chronicles: Shattered Tomorrows, the first full TLSC graphic novel.
And now that we're all on the same page about what we're looking at, let's actually talk about the book!
The cover
Let's start by beating a dead horse. The cover art: it's still bad! But why is it bad?
The cover is, of course, based on Patrick Spaziante's cover from Archie Sonic #131, the start of the "Mobius: 25 Years Later" arc. (Ken did the layout for that cover, though, so in the eyes of the law he's the original creator who owns that cover.) That cover was, itself, a tribute to the iconic cover of Giant-Size X-Men #1 by Gil Kane and Dave Cockrum, the issue that introduced the version of the team with Wolverine, Storm, Nightcrawler, etc.
Ken seems to have forgotten that the point of both these covers was to hype up the arrival of a new cast of characters. The new guys are supposed to make a dramatic entrance front and center. That's the focal point. Meanwhile, the cover for Beginnings has the old timeline versions of the cast from Archie Sonic dramatically bursting out of a shattered crystal ball, while their new counterparts look on in mild bemusement - if they're even bothering to look at all, since most of the characters here are just copied and pasted from their profile pages. That's just not how you do this particular homage! The point is supposed to be "out with the old, in with the new." And why are they using a crystal ball to view the past? Hell, why are they even using a crystal ball at all? The original arc was presented as a magical vision of the future courtesy of Tails' uncle Merlin (don't ask), but the new story leans all the way into being futuristic sci-fi.
Of course, there is no real artistic intent at play here. The old versions of the characters are placed front and center in the crystal ball simply because Ken traced over Spaziante's original art of Lara-Su and Julie-Su (the only two characters on the Sonic cover he owns) and threw out the rest, ruining the composition in the process. Look at the awkward empty space where Sonic, Sally, and Rotor once were, and the new drawing of The Character Formerly Known As Knuckles who's no longer properly centered between his wife and daughter. Even if Ken can claim ownership of the cover because he did the original layout, this all just feels scummy and lame.
And, yeah, if it needs to be said, the new characters and Ken's new rendering style look like absolute fucking dogshit. Putting new Lara-Su directly next to old Lara-Su does her no favors. The shattered glass effect looks absolutely atrocious. I could go on, but we'll have plenty of time to talk about the art style when we see how bad the stories inside look.
Changes to "Mobius: 25 Years Later"
Overall, 99% of M25YL is presented identically to its original printing. Sonic, Sally, Knuckles, et al. are still present with no changes to their names and no tweaks to the art. Even the original cover for issue #131 is included only a few pages into this book with its Archie, Sonic, and Sega logos still intact and everything. Again, because of the weird copyright situation described above, these preexisting comics can be released without any changes.
There is exactly one bizarre change to the art, though, where a hand drawn shot of Angel Island is replaced with an unfitting photo background and the ugly Floating Island photobash that Ken has been using as his personal logo for decades. I think he only did this as part of a test for his motion comic app that nobody asked for. I don't know why this had to make it into the print version. It's like the book is firing a warning shot for what's to come if you keep reading.
The new content begins on the final page of M25YL. In the original wet fart of a cliffhanger ending, Sonic and co. accidentally alter the timeline with an old time machine of Robotnik's and Lara-Su begins to fade away. Then, after everything goes white, we just cut to the present day heroes going "gee, you ever think about the future?" In this new printing, that last bit has been cut, and the rest of the page has been awkwardly shrunk down so that Ken can fit in a new panel. We now see the hands of an off-screen villain, seemingly named "Override," proclaiming that "the Praetorian" (Knuckles) has messed up the timeline again and that they'll finally get their revenge.
Who is this Override? I have no fucking clue. The new stories in this book make no mention of them. You have to buy the next book to find out.
My confusion over the identity of this villain overlaps with another big problem: name changes. So many names and nouns have been arbitrarily changed in The Lara-Su Chronicles, even ones Ken didn't have to change for copyright reasons, and I only know what half of them are replacing because Ken's been tweeting about this shit for years.
The echidnas are now a totally original alien race called "the Echyd'nya." Even in flashbacks to events from M25YL attempting to mimic the old art style, if it's on a new comic page, they're gonna call themselves "Echyd'nya." Evil echidna faction the Dark Legion is now the "Cyberdark Dominion," hailing from the "Cyberdark Colony." The Brotherhood of Guardians is still the Brotherhood of Guardians, but now the main guardian is called "The Praetorian." Angel Island is still called "The Floating Island," like it was in the older Archie comics, but it's ALSO sometimes called "Avion"? When I read this I wasn't sure if he had randomly renamed Albion, the other echidna city from the Archie comics. But no. Now we have an Albion AND an Avion. Sally is mentioned simply as "Princess Acorn," while Sonic is referenced once as an unnamed "blue-spined Erinaceinae," using the scientific name for hedgehog to make it sound more sci-fi. In an incredibly ballsy move, Ken even mentions Robotnik as "the Insurrectionist Kintobor," retaining his original surname from the Archie comics that's just "Robotnik" backwards. Guess Sega never trademarked that one.
Aside from every name change being a downgrade, this leads to confusion when you're not sure if something is supposed to be new, or if it's just an Archie thing you're supposed to recognize despite having a new name and design. Is "Override" someone I'm supposed to know already? Am I just supposed to have read a fucking tweet from Ken where he said he changed the name of some existing villain to "Override"? The answer is no, but I had to term search his Twitter just to verify this.
Moving on!
New story #1: "The Storm"
If you've been following the WIPs, this is that story about Geoffrey St. John that Ken's been posting previews of for almost a decade. The title page copyright dates it to 2015, and that absurdly long gestation is probably why the art is so inconsistent here. Even the style of speech bubbles and the font change between pages two and three.
This is a problem when there's supposed to be a deliberate and noticeable change in art style here signaling the moment where the time travel stuff alters the timeline, replacing the Archie Sonic world with the Lara-Su Chronicles world. If you don't already know that's what's going on, the idea isn't conveyed clearly at all. It just goes from one hideous art style to a slightly different one with no explanation.
The main problem here is that Ken has hitched his wagon to a franchise about anthropomorphic animals when he can't draw furries to save his life. (Though a bit later in the book we'll also begin to wonder if he can even still draw humans.) He's shifted away from the cartooniness of the original designs and given them more human proportions and facial features, but this just ends up making them look incredibly uncanny and lumpy and gross. With some designs he's trying to lean into more of a Star Trek alien vibe, but then he still insists upon retaining the giant Sonic eyes on most characters even though he has no idea how to make them emote.
The rendering of these godawful designs doesn't do them any favors, either. Ken's going for more of a painterly look now, but it almost seems as though he's shading everything with Photoshop's burn and dodge tools that are designed to darken and lighten select areas of a photo. The result is a muddy, smudgy look that makes it feel like the color layer has been smeared in vaseline. And it only looks worse after coming off of 14 chapters of M25YL that have way more palatable art.
The backgrounds, too, are a complete mess, a jumble of low res jpeg photo elements (sometimes with extremely noticeable pixelation), stock textures, and smooth digital gradients. There's no real sense of place here, and it gives everything a surreal, dreamlike quality when you can't really tell where anything is supposed to take place. This first story is seemingly set in a high-tech stronghold below Castle Acorn called "the Bunker," but it could just as easily be confused for the bridge of a spaceship. This whole story features characters speaking to each other over floating video displays and hologram projectors from three different locations, but without a hologram effect and without a clear sense of where the characters are it often feels like they're just in the same room as each other. Characters will be in one location on one photo background, and then the camera angle changes and they're in a completely different place, because Ken just uses mismatched photos off of the internet. It's been like 25 years since he first tried using photo backgrounds in the Archie comics and he hasn't gotten any better at it.
When I had my boyfriend read the book to see if it made literally any sense to him (it didn't), Anthony said this: "This is the kind of shit I'd see linked on a Second Life world that hasn't been touched since 2004." I think he really hit the nail on the head. Now, there's actually a contrarian part of me that thinks that might theoretically almost be kind of cool, in sort of a messy counterculture way. I love weird indie shit. I was a Homestuck reader! But this isn't a scrappy mixed media zine, or experimental outsider art from someone just messing around with Photoshop, or a loving throwback to weird old internet art, or even something intentionally bizarre and offputting like Xavier: Renegade Angel or a PilotRedSun video or whatever where the fact that it's weird and ugly is part of the humor. This is supposed to be a sincere sci-fi epic drawing on Star Trek and Jack Kirby comics, made by a guy who's been drawing comics professionally since the '80s. This is supposed to look good. This is supposed to compete with mainstream comics that are on sale right now. He thinks any day now IDW's gonna go out of business and Sega will come crawling back to him so that he can stamp the Sonic logo on shit like this. It just doesn't work.
But, okay. It's ugly. We knew it would be ugly. But that ugliness would be much easier to accept if it was in service of an otherwise genuinely good story. So what about the writing? After all this time, how does Ken choose to kick off this new saga? Well, credit where credit's due. "The Storm" feels like a proper continuation of Ken's writing style from M25YL.
Because it's eleven pages of characters standing around and talking while nothing fucking happens.
Here's the synopsis: A dog woman named Brownie, an ensign in the Royal Secret Service fresh out of training and the only character who's almost cute, walks up to Geoffrey to deliver a report. He's immediately suspicious of her, asking who let her in and if she's a spy for Elias (Sally's brother, if you're new here) or Alicia (Sally's mom). The art style suddenly shifts when the timeline is altered, but the scene continues uninterrupted. Geoffrey points a gun at Brownie when she won't say whose spy she is. Geoffrey is distracted by a call and proceeds to have a conversation via a mix of holograms and video screens with Remington (head of Echidnaopolis security), Spectre (Knuckles' great great great great great grandpa, the one with the helmet who always looks evil), and a new scientist character named Dr. Zephyr/Zephur. (The spelling of this character's name changes multiple times throughout the 11-page story, because I guess nine years wasn't enough time to spellcheck this shit.) They say a bunch of made up technobabble nonsense about how it looks like the timeline was just altered and Knuckles and co. seem to be involved. It's complete drivel that I'm not even going to try to make sense of. Everyone decides to investigate further, and the conversation ends. Brownie tells Geoffrey she's his spy, then walks out and implies she's actually Alicia's spy in her inner monologue.
To be continued!!!
Yes, that's it. It's really just a bunch of technobabble where some characters talk about how it seems like the timeline has been fucked with. That's it. The whole time Geoffrey doesn't even get up out of his damn chair, which he's of course sitting in backwards to show how cool he is. It's just 11 pages of Geoffrey sitting in a chair and talking to people and looking uglier than he's ever looked. Nothing happens. Nine years for this.
I'm also struck by how meaningless all of this is to anyone who hasn't read Archie Sonic. The added context from M25YL may help a little, but "The Storm" focuses on characters who weren't in that arc, and the story does very little to introduce who any of them are. Brownie could've been super useful as an inexperienced point of view character who's only meeting the others for the first time here, but instead she's really just a passive observer who's here as part of some kind of 4D chess game between Geoffrey and Alicia, an off-screen character whose motivations in this era of the story are completely unknown to even returning readers. Who are the good guys and bad guys here? What are the conflicts and the stakes of the story moving forward? What do these characters want? Basic questions like this aren't really answered. I can't imagine a new reader being able to make heads or tails of this. Hell, I can't really imagine a returning reader who hasn't been following the last decade's worth of Ken's tweets about this story making heads or tails of it, either.
...Maybe more will happen in the next story?
New story #2: Shattered Tomorrows preview chapter
After another message from Ken, the story of The Lara-Su Chronicles proper begins with the redesigned Lara-Su walking along a jpeg photograph beach at sunset and crying while thinking about how Knuckles - sorry, his name is K'Nox now - is dead.
Yep! Straight into the dad stuff!
Look, I'm the last person to complain about writers getting super personal and drawing from their own baggage in their writing, but Ken's just no fucking good at it. There's no nuance, nothing interesting to say. He just keeps writing mediocre-to-horrible dads whose misdeeds are always justified by their "good intentions," and then sometimes they die and their kids are like "we may have fought but actually you were the bestest dad ever and I'll miss you forever, I'll never be able to fill your shoes!"
This is the only part of the new material here that feels like it has any heart behind it, because I know how much his complex relationship with his late deadbeat father means to Ken (there's an author's note in this outright saying as much). But the guy died 42 years ago, and it doesn't feel like Ken has had any new thoughts about this part of his life in those four decades. He's just not an introspective or self-aware enough artist to actually mine his personal baggage for anything beyond "father knows best."
Anyway, so then it jumps forward in time(?) and now we're following this human guy who looks like this.
Previously, Ken got a lot of shit for literally just using the likeness of Anthony Mackie for this guy, based on his IMDB profile photo. Ken has thus redesigned the character... and by that I mean I think he looks more like Ernie Hudson now? Ken's clearly just working off of photo references (if not straight up tracing), given his face is the most detailed and realistic-looking thing on any page where he's present.
But you may be wondering: who is this, and why is he here? Well, for one, he's here to run around in front of some low res space photos while making trite references to things like Planet of the Apes and Star Trek. Haha, he makes a joke about red shirts! Original!! But beyond that, Commander Mykhal Taelor (yes, that's really how he chose to spell it) is a human... from Earth! Archie Sonic readers are probably confused, because in those comics Mobius is Earth in the distant post-apocalyptic future. Well, despite being a Planet of the Apes fan, Ken always hated that particular worldbuilding decision from Karl Bollers, always preferring to think of Mobius as a separate alien planet. And now he gets to make that canon in his own stories and throw out Karl's ideas. So Mobius is basically just, like, a Star Trek planet now, with its own alien creatures that sometimes just so happen to look like anthropomorphic Earth animals.
Also, at one point Taelor wonders if the inhabitants of the dead Mobius might have been human, and the alien ally he's talking to over the radio says it's unlikely. "I don't understand why your kind has a problem understanding you're a minority within a minority." Perhaps poor wording for a line said to the only Black character in the story.
Anyway, Commander Taelor here seems to have discovered the uninhabited husk of Mobius after the vague time-space cataclysm everyone was worried about in M25YL has come to pass, and he finds an audio log from Lara-Su that I presume will explain what happened. I guess those are the titular Lara-Su Chronicles. In theory this flash forward establishes some sense of pressing danger, but when the threat to the planet is so unclear and technobabble-y it just kind of lands with a thud.
It doesn't take long before we get back to Lara-Su being sad about her dad. A good little chunk of the chapter is spent with this new timeline's Lara-Su recalling moments in her life, including echoes of the original Lara-Su's memories from M25YL, which feels redundant coming hot off the heels of a straight reprint of that entire arc. And boy, for anyone who read the later Archie Sonic comics, the protagonist having vague memories of the old version of the series from before a lawsuit-related timeline reboot sure does sound familiar, huh?
The art inconsistency somehow becomes even worse in this story, with Ken flip-flopping on whether or not he wants to use outlines, with the no-outline art managing to look even worse by relying entirely on Ken's awful rendering. By this point in the book, readers are also likely to start noticing how often Ken reuses art from previous panels. This is a shortcut that tons of comic artists use, of course. Invincible famously did a joke about this. It's often understandable. But, again... it sure does stand out in a book that took 13 years to make with only 30 pages of new art. Amusingly, Ken even manages to combine his inconsistency and recycling problems by reusing the same art with and without outlines. And, of course, any time Ken tries to draw the Archie era designs it's just... the worst.
And, yes, it's in this dreamlike montage sequence of Lara-Su's life that we get...
The uncomfortable family nudity scene, followed by the dual timeline Julie-Su breastfeeding scene.
Yeah, you might have heard about this one already. If this incredibly eerie presentation of Lara-Su's hazy memories of the two different timelines make it hard to tell what's going on, don't worry. There's another, clearer version later in the book as part of Julie-Su's character profile, because I guess Ken was just so proud of it.
(I censored these myself because I'm not playing Russian roulette with Tumblr's inconsistent nudity rules and risking getting banned lmao)
Like, okay. Is a mother breastfeeding her child really that shocking of a thing to see in a story? No, not at all. But, like... when it's two characters who you previously created for an officially licensed Sonic the Hedgehog comic for 7-year-olds... and some of those officially licensed Sonic the Hedgehog comics for 7-year-olds are reprinted in the same book... and when it's drawn like this... yeah, it's kind of a shocker.
It just looks so unnatural. Julie-Su is posed very deliberately so that you'll see both of her breasts, and in the new timeline version she's barely even holding Lara-Su so you can really get a good look at her supermodel body, showing zero physical signs that she just gave birth. Most people will immediately jump to this being Ken putting his fetishes in his work (a type of criticism that I'm incredibly tired of - it's 2024, all the cool artists are blatantly putting their fetishes in their work now). And my immediate response is that, no, this is probably just Ken trying to come off as really mature on a surface level, a thing he's been obsessed with since the Archie days. Free from the shackles of writing a licensed children's comic, of course he's going to jump immediately into depicting some nonsexual, artistic nudity to try and prove he's A Real Mature Artist For Grown-Ups who just thinks the human body is beautiful and breastfeeding shouldn't be a taboo etc. etc.
But then, like. You look at some of the other character designs. Like Espio's daughter Salma, who's now this horrifying alien lizard person who's always nude, and her scale pattern puts scales exactly where her nipples should be. Or you look at his comments about the Echyd'nya age of consent. Or you look at how he keeps drawing Lara-Su in this. Like, does the shuttle really need this, like... reverse chaise lounge thing in the cockpit? So that we can keep getting these shots of the 16-year-old Lara-Su lying on her stomach and posing with one of her legs kicked up, her naked ass in plain view?
The vibe isn't great, is what I'm saying!
I'm not going to try to ascribe authorial intent here. I don't know. I'm not a psychic. Given his very blatant reliance on photo references elsewhere in the book, it's entirely possible he just referenced some figure drawing photos that were maybe just a little too sexy. And also, he's an American comic book artist, and a boomer one at that. Those guys tend to draw women a certain way, even when it's not supposed to be sexual. I don't fucking know. It just sucks. I'm not gonna make some hyperbolic statement about how this makes him a literal pedophile who should be in jail, but it is deeply offputting and objectifying.
But if you already knew about the nursing scenes and were hoping there was some other really shocking stuff in there for me to talk about in this review, sorry to disappoint, but nope. That's the only shockingly weird new thing in here. Once again, not a lot happens in this story, and what does happen is pretty boring.
Once we get past the recap stuff and the human guy, the plot developments boil down to this: The timeline was altered at the end of M25YL... but not as much as you might think. In the new timeline, Knuckles ("K'Nox"), Cobar (now looking significantly younger), and Rotor (now a rhino just called "The Emissary") still traveled via shuttle to go find a time machine in the Badlands and fix the time-space continuum, like in the climax of the original arc. This time, though, Sonic wasn't there, and Lara-Su came along without having to stow away. Lara-Su watches the ship while the grown ups go deal with the time machine, and then after a couple panels Not Rotor comes back with Cobar and is like "Hey, Cobar got hurt, we gotta leave. Dunno what happened to your dad." And then they just, like. Presume that Knuckles must have died. Even though we have no idea what happened to him. And then they just fly away. And then Lara-Su is sad that her dad died.
And that's pretty much it!
This is supposed to be a really emotional sequence - it's literally the scene where Lara-Su learns that Knuckles is dead - but instead it comes off as unintentionally funny because of how poorly it's portrayed. Not showing Knuckles' actual disappearance is a huge misstep, for one, making his uncertain fate more confusing and anticlimactic than dramatic. But also, Ken keeps just using the same two drawings of Rotor for two pages, so he doesn't really seem to be emoting at all, and he's in this spacey hazmat suit that honestly just makes him look like fucking Moltar from Space Ghost. So the whole time I'm just reading his dialogue in Moltar's deadpan voice as he's like "I dunno. We did what we could. Anyway, let's leave."
After this, we get a two-page spread previewing the rest of the story from Shattered Tomorrows. It's basically like a trailer in comic form. It has one of the most mystifying layouts I've ever seen in a comic book. I have no idea what order I'm supposed to read this in.
Yeah, I kinda have a feeling this is the full extent of what Ken has drawn for the rest of that book. I'd love to be wrong, but I fear that I'm right.
Bonus material: Data files
These are mostly very dull, recapping a lot of events shared between Ken's Archie run and the new Lara-Su Chronicles timeline. It seems like almost his entire run is still considered canon to the backstory of the new timeline, just with some names changed, and things only really diverge at the climax of M25YL. But I'll share the interesting stuff here.
Lara-Su
The main thing you'll notice in Lara-Su's profile is the massive, unreadable wall of text where Ken felt the need to list the entire Knuckles family tree, split across both pages.
This is literally so long that Lara-Su's personal history has to awkwardly cut off mid-sentence and be continued on the final page of the book, after the rest of the data files.
Also, please note that this list gives Julie-Su's mom's full name as Mari-Su of the House of Atrades. Incredible on all levels.
There's also a reference to the dark timeline Lara-Su was originally supposed to come from. You know, the one where Julie-Su is the leader of a rebel movement fighting against a Knuckles who had gone mad with power? The timeline that would have been way more interesting than the one in M25YL? Here it seems to have been written off as the result of another "timeline disruption." Lara-Su allegedly has vague memories of this timeline, in the same way that she has vague memories of the M25YL timeline.
Geoffrey
Geoffrey's bio mostly recaps events from the Archie comics, which means the Sonic/Sally/Geoffrey love triangle has to be alluded to. His rivalry with Sonic is described like this:
"He would later resurface when Kintobor was transporting his latest hi-tech weapon, the Dynamac-3000. It was during that mission he discovered a rival for the Princess' affections. Whereas the Princess would be one of a line of conquests where St. John was concerned, the blue-spined Erinaceinae who protested doth a bit too much regarding his affections for the Princess for St. John's taste would prove to be a source of great sport and amusement."
Yes. It's gross. Saying that Geoffrey saw Sally as "one of a line of conquests" is gross. Ken writing this and then still treating Geoffrey as the coolest badass ever is gross. The "Princess Acorn" is also first on the list of Geoffrey's "female relationships" elsewhere in his bio, though I suppose how much of a "relationship" they had is left vague. Honestly, at this point the fact that Ken didn't explicitly confirm that Geoffrey took the underage Sally's virginity in the book comes off as a display of restraint. The bar couldn't be any lower, I know.
Remington
His bio is, frankly, shockingly long for such a minor character, though I guess he does get a large portion of the word salad dialogue in "The Storm." There's a lot of stuff here about how the identities of his biological parents are shrouded in mystery, a plot point that fans have long speculated Ken just straight up forgot about in his time at Archie. (Ian confirmed that Kragok from the Dark Legion was Remington's dad, though, so this isn't really much of a mystery.)
Lien-Da
She gets a bio even though she's not present in the two new stories, just so we get to look at her awful new design and compare it to how Steven Butler drew her earlier in the book:
Commander Taelor
We get to see two drawings of him with the same exact Ernie Hudson face side by side! That's fun.
Julie-Su
She gets a list of "known friends," but the only character listed is Knuckles' mom. Poor Julie-Su.
Also, Ken feels the need to reiterate that Knuckles and Julie-Su are still distant cousins. He made a whole new timeline where he can change whatever details he wants, but THAT had to remain canon. Thanks, Ken.
And then after the data files we get the special thanks page, listing everyone who preordered the book and/or bought TLSC merch from Ken.
With my name on the list. Because I had to buy a copy to cover it for the blog.
My name is on the very next page right after the breastfeeding panel in Julie-Su's data file.
Yep. He got me.
Is it at least a well put together book? Like, in terms of manufacturing quality?
Its physical quality is... fine. It's a nice, sturdy hardcover. The print quality seems fine, though mine does have a bit of smudging from some sort of printing error on one page. The pages don't seem like they'll fall out on me. The image quality is crisp. The colors are vibrant. This is a low bar, but this is one of the few places where I'm able to give this book anything resembling praise.
The formatting and graphic design work, on the other hand...
(I didn't crumple those page corners, it came like that.)
For one, the placement and sizes of the M25YL pages is inconsistent, largely due to the fact that the book doesn't actually match the proportions of a comic. A lot of pages aren't properly centered vertically. Some pages go all the way up to the top edge of the paper, while others leave a visible gap of about half a centimeter. Every page has a 1cm gap to its left and right, which is sometimes filled in with a solid color or gradient that doesn't quite match the page it's surrounding. I have to assume Ken didn't have any sort of source files or original artwork to work off of, as those ideally would've had more generous bleed to account for slight shifts in printing. It kind of seems like he just got the highest resolution versions he could find of the digital releases online and printed those. The colors are a dead ringer for the digital versions, which have always looked slightly more saturated and pastel than they did in print.
I can't say this bodes well for his further plans for Archie Sonic reprints - sorry, Mobian Line reprints. If they ever come out, please, for the love of god, do not buy those. I don't care how much you love Archie Sonic, they aren't going to be good reprints. For comparison, IDW's similarly priced hardcover Sonic collections have none of these formatting problems, because they're made by people who know what they're doing with access to the actual source files.
The book also has its fair share of text-focused pages, split between the data files and messages directly from Ken about the history of his career and this project, and these are formatted in the most amateurish way possible. Just massive walls of Arial text over either plain white backgrounds, simple gradients, or faded photos. I've seen school yearbooks with better graphic design. Even ignoring my subjective feelings about the art and stories within, this book does not feel like it's worth $36 USD.
It's frankly shocking how shabby he let this thing look considering it's supposed to be his baby. And doesn't that really sum it all up?
Closing thoughts
Obviously, I did not expect this to be any good. But I'm still left kind of dumbfounded by it.
I think what really strikes me about it is that Ken had a blank check to do whatever he wanted here. He got an opportunity many writers would kill for when he gained complete ownership of his most famous work. He's free from the limitations of a monthly licensed comic book for children, free to make whatever creative decisions he wants without editors or other writers or Sega to worry about, free to completely reinvent the series to his heart's content and finally tell the story of his dreams. And with that opportunity and 13 years of his time, he made... this. A direct continuation of "Mobius: 25 Years Later" that barely changes anything about the characters or world beyond their awful new designs, even though much of the word count is spent rambling about how the timeline has changed. A story that makes zero concessions for new readers, or even returning readers who don't already have the last decade's worth of Ken's tweets explaining his creative decisions burned into their memory. 30 pages where nothing really happens and the story barely moves forward an inch despite the decades-long wait - but maybe something will happen if you buy the next book!
Who is this for? Maybe this really is a project for no one but Ken. Maybe he just really, really wants to finish the story he started, a story that's personal to him due to the family history it evokes, and the number of people who enjoy it or buy it beyond that is irrelevant. I think that many of the best artists are incredibly self-indulgent ones working with that exact mindset, artists whose enthusiasm for their own work jumps off the page or screen. So, if that's the case, then why the fuck isn't he telling the damn story? What's stopping him? Why is he still spinning his wheels? Where is that passion for his own work? Because it sure as hell isn't there on the page. There's a huge part of me that really wishes I could say "Man, what a weirdo, but you do you, Ken. You tell your weird little story." But there's barely any story here. It's like he loves styling himself as a storyteller, but he's terrified of finally having to actually tell a story after all this time. He's still stuck in the exact same mode of writing he was in almost 30 years ago when he was doing 6-page backup stories about Knuckles, just killing time and stringing readers along until he's eventually able to truly realize his vision. If not now, then when, Ken?
Even the back cover blurb is mostly just a dry recap of the history of this thing. It was a Sonic comic, the original arc was published in these issues, it went unfinished, Ken left Archie, the lawsuits happened, now he's continuing the story. There's nothing about why anyone should give a shit about this as its own story, even though Ken has spent years trying in vain to convince people TLSC is its own beast that shouldn't be judged as a Sonic story. I think deep down he knows that there's no pitch for this beyond the novelty of it originating from Sonic. And that's why, despite declaring that he'd leave the site, he's still on Twitter riling up Sonic fans. It's the only attention he gets at this point.
Maybe this is too harsh when those 30 pages of new comics are just intended as a preview for the "real" book. But the elephant in the room is that we have no idea if that "real" book will ever actually come out, let alone the entire series of seven graphic novels that will supposedly complete this saga.
Ken is undeniably a complete jackass and all around unpleasant, vindictive person who's rightly become an industry pariah. He's a self-proclaimed paragon of progressive values who'll send Comicsgaters after his successors for the crime of not worshiping the ground he walks on, and then turn around and announce he's going to reprint their work without even consulting them. He's a sore winner who already won his copyright battle on a level most comic writers would never dare to dream of, and yet still won't truly be satisfied until he sees an entire major comic publisher go out of business, putting god knows how many people out of work, because he thinks this would get him back the license to a video game franchise he doesn't even like.
But I still have to pity him.
As an artist, the trajectory of his life is my nightmare. I think all of us fear dying before we can tell all the stories we want to tell. There's simply never enough time to do everything. And here's Ken in his 60s, talking about how he's still planning on making his magnum opus all by himself out of stubbornness and pride, despite demonstrably proving he can't handle the workload, and also talking about how if he dies before the project can be finished he'll have to pass the torch on to his kids and get them to finish it for him. It's so grim. Even just typing that sends a shiver down my spine. It took nine years of his limited time on Earth to finish and release an 11-page comic about Geoffrey St. John sitting backwards in a chair.
This is a purgatory of his own creation. And yet... I'm not sure he's ever been prouder. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
I guess if I want people to take anything away from this review, it's this:
Lesson one: If you're an artist or writer of some kind, or an aspiring creator, don't wait around. No one else is going to tell your story for you. Start writing that novel. Start drawing that webcomic. Start making that game. If Penders can put out this damn book that no one asked for after 13 years of work, then proudly proclaim that he's still going to make six or seven more books and also reprint hundreds of comics he doesn't have all of the rights to, then show up to cons with that foul Lara-Su Chronicles: Shattered Tomorrows banner and sit in front of it beaming with pride, fully aware of his critics but saying "fuck 'em, I know I'm hot shit," then you can do fucking anything. Tell the weird, sincere, cringe story of your dreams. If Ken Penders doesn't have imposter syndrome, then nobody should.
And lesson two: Don't buy Ken's books.
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If I like a game enough, I will end up pouring thousands of hours into it anyway. (Looking at you, Sonic Adventure 2 Battle and Banjo-Kazooie (and Banjo-Tooie), all of which are comfort games.)
...even if those thousands of hours aren't necessarily game play. (Looking at you, Doki Doki Literature Club, and the hours of theories and other people's let's plays and headcanoning and writing.)
Reviews of soulslike-type games can be tricky to interpret because a big chunk of the soulslike fandom can't seem to distinguish between "difficult" and "time-consuming", so you basically have to guess whether "the bosses are too easy" means they actually pose no execution challenges, or whether it just means it doesn't take twenty fucking minutes to wear down their health bars.
#musings#gaming#fandom#banjo-kazooie remains the singular game that i think i've 100% completed#banjo-tooie i'm only missing the last cheato page but canary mary (if you know you know)#i TRIED to 100% sa2b but#/but/#and then i've actually never played ddlc because it has a couple of lines that would be extremely triggering for me if i actually played it#but have seen all of the original material and hidden stuff#and all of the added stuff for the console release#but most games anymore i don't spend hundreds of hours playing even when i like them#i really enjoyed totk#and was enjoying going about doing the shrines#but as soon as i collected the last tear i abruptly stopped#i haven't played any of the dungeons#...partly because there's stuff in how they worded things that makes my brain anxiety zing which i...did not expect#but also because i just. stopped#i put hundreds of hours into pokemon shield#and miniscule by comparison into scarlet#idk#that's less about games and more about me#but like - my point still stands - if i like a game enough it doesn't matter if it is supposed to have thousands of hours of content#i will still derive thousands of hours of enjoyment from it#whether that's replaying it or getting into fandom
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Why the media CEOs will always learn the wrong lessons
Yesterday a friend and I talked about how the entire (AAA) game industrie looked at BG3 being as popular as it is and going: "Oh, we need to produce 100+ hour games, I guess! Those sell!" Which... obviously is not why it is popular. The game is not popular because it has 100+ hours of gameplay, but because it has engaging characters, that are well-acted and that work as good hooks for the players. Like, let's face it: The reason why I so far have sunken 160 hours into this game is, because I wanna spend time with these characters - and because I wanna give them their happy endings.
But the same has happened too, just a bit earlier this year, right? When Barbie broke the 1 billion and every Hollywood CEO went: "Oh, so the people want movies based on toy franchises! Got it!" To which the internet at large replied: "... How is that the lesson you learned from this?"
Well, let me explain to you, why this is the lesson they learn: It is because the CEOs and the boards of directors at large are not artists or even engaged with the medium they produce. They mostly are economists. And their dry little hearts do not understand stuff more complex than numbers and spread sheets.
That sounds evil, I know, but... It is sadly the truth. When they look at a successful movie/series/game/book/comic, they look at it as a product, not a piece of art or narrative. It is just a product that has very clear metrics.
To them Barbie is not a movie with interesting stylistic choices that stand out from the majority of high budget action blockbusters. It is a toy movie with mildly feminist themes.
Or Oppenheimer is not a movie to them with a strong visual language and good acting direction. No, it is a historical blockbuster.
And this is true for basically every form of media. I mean, books are actually a fairly good example. In my life I do remember the big book fads that happened. When Harry Potter was a success, there was at least a dozen other "magical school" book series being released. When Twilight was a big success there was suddenly an endless number of "teen girl falls in love with bad boy, who is [magical creature]" YA. When the Hunger Games was a success, there were hundreds of "YA dystopia" books. Meanwhile in adult reading, we had the big "next Game of Throne" fad.
Of course, the irony is, that within each of those fads there might have been one or two somewhat successful series - but never even one that came even close to whatever started the fad.
Or with movies, we have seen it, too. When Avengers broke the 1 billion (which up to this point only few movies did) the studios went: "Ooooooh, so we need shared universe film series" - and then all went to try and fail to create their own cinematic universe.
Because the people, who call the shots, are just immensely desinterested in the thing they are selling. They do not really care about the content. All they care about is having a supposedly easy avenue of selling it. Just as they do not care about the consumer. All they care about is that the consumer buys it. Why he buys it... Well, they do not care. They could not care less, in fact.
So, yeah, get ready for a 20 overproduced games with a bloated 100+ hours of empty gameplay, but without the engaging characters. And for like at least 15 more moves based on some toy franchise, that nobody actually cares about.
And then get ready for all the CEOs to do the surprised Pikachu face, when all of that ends up not financially successful.
Really, I read some interviews yesterday from some AAA-studio CEOs and their blatant shock and missing understanding on why BG3 works for so many people.
Because, yeah... capitalism does not appreciate art. Capitalism does not understand art. It only understands spread sheets.
#baldurs gate 3#oppenheimer#barbie#barbie movie#hollywood#game industry#media#indie media#media criticism#anti capitalism#late stage capitalism
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Is the Witness cutscene viewable to people who did not pay for access to the season (or will it be post-year)? Like people who only bought the expansion and not the season pass? I know they shove important story and lore info behind timegated paywalls constantly (reason I hate the season model), but that seems like a really especially vital scene I would hope would be viewable in-game by everyone
Right now, it's only a part of the season. Obviously it's available for free online on their official and non-official channels, but in-game it's only for those that have Season of the Deep, for now, since it's a part of this season.
As for the future, honestly no clue. I will assume yes because of one simple fact: you will no longer be able to buy the past seasons when Lightfall year ends. That would mean that only people who bought the season during this year would continue to have access to the cutscene going forward, but no new players would have the same access, which kinda defeats the purpose of having it accessible in the game later.
So I can assume that they might be working on some universally accessible cutscene viewer that will allow all players to see cutscenes from content no longer in the game, regardless of whether they've previously purchased it or not. That's the best scenario because it would mean we'd get all other cutscenes in the game too. The middle scenario is that only the Witness cutscene will be viewable somewhere as part of another mission or some quest, also without having to have purchased Season of the Deep (since you won't be able to once TFS starts: technically you'll be able to purchase Lightfall so maybe it will require you to at least have purchased that, but the season itself will no longer exist).
We'll have to wait for more info on that. As of now, I would assume that once this year is done and the season is no longer purchasable, the cutscene will be a part of content that is available to everyone. While it's still purchasable, it's only in-game for those that bought it, but can be viewed with no problem on their official channel (and elsewhere).
#destiny 2#ask#season of the deep#i completely understand the frustration of it if you decided to skip this season#i still think that this isn't too big of a deal and would 100% still advise people to skip any content when they're not into it#all of the content will be online#obviously it feels better to play it yourself but at this point we go into a more complex issue of seasons and vaulting#you'd have to pay for this content either way. delivering this whole story in an expansion would've made the expansion too long#which means it would've probably had to have split into even more pieces. putting it into a season relevant to this year makes sense#there's also the longstanding complaint about how seasons used to not really be relevant to the plot that much#especially not relevant to the expansion. people were fairly mad about that. it was a frequent point of critique in the past#but now that they are relevant people are mad again. it's an unwinnable scenario#i don't think anyone will ever be satisfied until destiny is a singleplayer rpg with a book series and an audiodrama#but hey. even then people would have to buy all that stuff. so i really don't know what the solution here is outside of just...#... 'put everything in the same spot and release it all at once for a smaller price'. balancing that is nearly impossible#as it stands destiny is still the live service game with the lowest monthly cost. even with all of the outrage.#the effective monthly sub for an annual pass of the expansion is less than you pay netflix.#that being said. never spend more than you can or more than you need to. seeing content online will always be better than feeling ...#... like you're wasting money. or worse. actually wasting money. nothing in the story really changes if you see it on youtube#i'm a big proponent of not spending money if you're 100% sure you are into something. even if it means missing out#it's an incredibly complex situation that people boil down to somethinig simple and it's just not the case
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cw: pregnancy
âwhen you said we were sneaking out to go for a ride, i didn't think you meant that,â you sigh, breathless but content as you slump against your husbandâs chest.
âdeep breaths, darling,â diluc encourages, fingertips brushing down your spine. it makes him think of before, of juvenile fumbling and embarrassment. heâs much less chaste now. confident in his touches and his ability to please you. âwhy let the horses have all the fun?â
âyouâve been spending too much time with kaeya,â you grumble.
âi agree. itâs why i had to sneak away from his party with you.â
âyour party,â you correct, letting him twine your fingers with yours. just like he had earlier, when heâd convinced you to sneak out of the surprise birthday party thrown in his honour. âthe guests are likely looking for you.â
dilucâs used to being the center of attention. he doesn't necessarily enjoy it, but his day-to-day is filled with employees searching for his signature or potential clients seeking his participation on new ventures. as the king of the wine industry, heâs possibly the most in-demand person in mondstadt.
but their attention is nothing compared to yours. youâre his favourite person.
âyou didn't even make it to the cake,â you add, shifting in his lap. âwhich means they'll be looking for us soon.â
he brings your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss upon your knuckles and making your heart flutter. âi've already had dessert.â
your face warms considerably against his skin as he chuckles, releasing your hand in favour of slowly smoothing his palm down your side, resting on your hip. heâs more than content to abandon his birthday party entirely in favour of being here in bed, watching the sunset over the fields of your home and bathing you both in golden light.
âwell, itâs your birthday party,â you say softly. âeven if your actual birthday is two days away, i still want you to have everything you could possibly want. and if what you want is to sneak away from your party to bed me so thoroughly, who am i to argue?â
his heart starts to thump so loudly in his chest that he fears you can hear it. he does want something else, an answer to a question thatâs been stifled by shyness, fear, and uncertainty.
âand if i wantedâŠsomething else?â
your fingers trace idle patterns across his arm as you hum. âiâd do my best to give it to you.â
he knows you would. which is why heâs been waiting, making sure you want this just as much as he does.
âkaeya said something to me earlier,â he starts.
âplease tell me this doesn't end with you hitting him.â
âof course not.â well, not this time. âhe asked when i would make him an uncle.â
your movements pause, and diluc wonders if he'd messed up, if it was too soonâ
you sit up immediately, grasping his shoulders. âhe told you i was pregnant, didn't he? i knew adelaide wouldn't be able to keep it a secret. sheâs been knitting baby socks since last week.â
wait.
wait.
âyouâreââ
âi wanted it to be a surprise,â you deflate, a frown tugging on your pretty lips. âon your real birthday. adelinde was the only one i told, only because sheâd caught me throwing up in the rose bush sheâd just pruned and insisted i get checkedâŠâ
dilucâs hardly hearing you, your rambling slowing to a stop as he holds your face in his hands.
he needs to hear you say it.
âweâre having a baby?â
you place your hands atop his, nodding. âweâre having a baby, diluc.â
he presses his lips against yours, one firm kiss before he rests his forehead against yours. you are and will always be his favourite person, the only one who could give him a gift as special as this.
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BONUS:
âlavender bisque. whispering peach. sweet potato surpriseâŠâ adelinde murmurs, hunched over a few sheets of paper.
âwhat is that? is that the menu for tomorrowâs party?â kaeya asks, peeking over her shoulder.
adelinde sighs, shaking her head. âthey're sample colours i had sent over for the nursery.â
ânursery?â
âyesââ the colour drains from the poor womanâs face as she realizes her slip. âoh dear!â
the realization takes a few moments to sink into the cavalry captainâs âmy brother had sex?!â
for @mydiluc aka mrs diluc ragnvindr for listening to my endless rambles...and also diluc bday fic!!!
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BAD HABIT (teaser)
18+ / mdi
summary: hiding his secret crush on you was already hard enough for jungkook, and after getting bit by a spider, he'd now have the grueling task of hiding his brand-new superhero identity from you.
content: spiderman!jungkook, f2l!jungkook, based on mcu's spiderman and is supposed to take place during/after civil war but with an aged up spiderman, college-aged Jungkook and reader, picture tattoo-less 2019 jungkook, pining, slow burn-ish, afab reader, smut, dry humping, fingering, penetrative sex, etc.
(^ no actual content warnings in the teaser)
wc: 878 (teaser); 9.4k (full fic)
RELEASE DATE: august 6th
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"Oh my God, did you see what he did last night?", you excitedly shoved your phone in Jungkook's direction, showing him yet another news article detailing Spiderman's newest act of bravery.
"What, did he stop another bank robbery?", Jungkook showed disinterest in your interruption, continuing to pay attention to what was playing on the TV.
"Okay, booo! Why are you so lame about him? He's so cool," you complained, setting your back against the couch again with a frown.
"I dunno," he shrugged, "Just don't see what the big deal is about him. There's cooler superheroes out there."
With the light from the TV shinning on the two of you, you allowed the content from the movie to consume you for a bit before arguing back. You always argued back when it came to Spiderman. This was practically routine to Jungkook by now.
"Like Iron Man? Sure, Tony Stark's cool, but think about it â Spiderman's probably just a regular person like you and me. Can you imagine doing all he does while keeping it all undercover?", you rambled on, "Also his body's crazy," you added as an afterthought, almost whispering it to yourself.
Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle at this, inadvertently looking down at his own abdomen before responding, "How do you know he's got a nice body under that suit?"
"You can literally see his abs through the suit! Duh!", you tutted at him as if he were an idiot to question you.
"Ah, right. My bad," he chuckled, "Okay, whatever. Just pay attention to the movie. You can ramble about him all you want after we finish, okay?," he held up his pinky towards you in a childish fashion, grinning when you giggled at him and intertwined your pinky with him, grumbling a 'fine' in mock annoyance.
Now with you both putting your focus on the movie, â Jungkook's all-time favorite, Back to the Future â Jungkook had the opportunity to lose himself to his own head, thinking about your recent obsession with Spiderman â New York's newest hero.
After Spiderman's recent appearance at an encounter with the Avengers in Germany, followed by a more prominent presence in the streets of New York with a revamped suit, you had instantly formed an intense interest in the masked man. Prior to that, the hero was mostly a man hidden in the shadows â a myth to all those in Queens. Almost immediately upon his return to New York he became a sensation across the world, but specially around the area in which he'd serve the people and fight all evil around.
Among all those fans stood you, maybe the biggest of them all.
It didn't take you long to develop a liking to the masked man upon his sudden resurgence. Jungkook had known you to get overly invested in your interests (there had been a few instances throughout your friendship where you'd demonstrated as such), but he never thought you'd be the type to develop such a blatant crush on someone you virtually knew nothing about. Past the fact that he was the youngest addition to the Avengers, there was not much information about Spiderman out to the general public, yet you were quite loud about your crush on him to everyone you knew â especially to Jungkook, who just so happened to be your best friend.
Unfortunately to Jungkook, you were entirely unaware that the man you were actually crushing on was your best friend in disguise.
And even more unfortunate to him, you were even more unaware of Jungkook's own crush on you.
Did this count? Were you technically crushing on Jungkook?
He chose to go for the most pesimistic answer and assume that your interest in Spiderman would immediately die upon finding out his real identity. Throughout your many years of knowing each other â all through the ups and downs of middle school and high school all the way to university â you'd never once shown anything but platonic interest in him.
To be fair, Jungkook also never gave you any clear indication of his feelings for you. He liked to think that he was discrete about it; that you had no idea of the embarrassing crush he'd been cultivating since freshman year of high school. Fortunately, you appeared to be far too oblivious to it, leaving Jungkook to hold not one but two life-altering secrets, never once considering letting you in on either of them.
For now, all Jungkook could do was make up lame excuses for his sudden absences and to grumble any time Spiderman's name was brought up. Part of him held disdain for Spiderman due to having to keep him a secret from you, but most of his dislike was born out of jealousy over your interest in him. What did he have that Jungkook didn't? Nothing! But he could never tell you that, leading him to a never-ending dilema that he could entrust in no one.
The movie left his mind for the next of the night, much more so when you seemed to become disinterested again, cuddling against him as you prepared to let yourself fall asleep. This was common in your relationship, though it was always strictly platonic. It always left Jungkook wanting more, but still content at having you by his side.
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New information has been released.
The information below is old, and I'd suggest checking out the link above first.
^Regarding whatever is going on w Iskall.
Let's all just back down, stop speculating, and don't ask questions to the Hermits. We might get to know more in the future, or we might not. They don't owe us any more information in reality.
Doc has said that he can't talk about it, and based on Mumbo's tweet and the og tweet, I'd assume that the Hermits can't currently speak about the situation.
So don't ask them anything. Have patience instead.
Here's a list of what we do know:
No minors involved
There were complaints about Iskall
Iskall resigned
Out of respect for the privacy of the people involved, they're not going to say more
Don't speculate. It just makes all the information that we do have less clear.
Also, don't go, "I was never a fan of Iskall either way."
People are allowed to be upset. You're not better or more morally good because you never enjoyed his content.
Also, reminder: We don't know the Hermits personally. We don't really know their views on things. We don't know them. YouTube is their job.
Saying that you "always got a weird vibe" is honestly a p weird thing to do. That's based on nothing, and we still don't actually know what happened.
So, stop speculating. Try to keep track of what the actual information is.
If this whole thing upsets you, try to find other things to do in the meantime.
#i am so tired rn i am constantly on the verge of falling asleep so i cant really formulate sentences the way id like to#but heres my two cents anyway#god English is a struggle rn#im also not going to add my opinion to this#bc it doesnt add anything and it doesnt matter#either way#hermitcraft#mumbo jumbo#docm77#iskall85#hermitblr#stressmonster101
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a let my demons get a little silly with it here
Now Loading, Kinktober Week Two...
Synopsis: Ryomen always got what he wanted, it was a simple rule of life. And ever since he caught your scent, you were all that he wanted- your previous bond mark be damned. And you must have wanted him too. Why else would your window be open in the middle of your heat? Kinks: Omegaverse, Breeding, Marking, Knotting, Scent, Dub-Con, Non/Con, Somnophilia, and Infidelity. Reader Discretion is Advised.
Sukuna was going to fuck you. He was going to have you on your back, legs spread as he filled you to the brim, breeding you like a bitch while covering you in his bite marks and scent. Sukuna was sure of this fact from the first time he caught your smell in the air, light and warm and made for him. You were made for him. It was only a matter of time until he took what was rightfully his.
The only problem was you were marked, and sadly, it wasnât by him. Worse yet, it was by some weak asshole who barely even had the ability to mark someone. Some feeble excuse of a man who probably didn't know what to do once he got your panties around your ankles, much less what to do when you were in your heat. The only thing worse than you being bonded to that douche canoe, was knowing it only happened so you wouldnât be bonded to him.Â
Okay, so âbondedâ wasnât really the right word there. âSacrificeâ was closer to the actuality of the situation, but still! You were literally destined to be his, and one asshole wants to play hero and fuck it all up? It drove him fucking mad, what right did that limp dick think he had to interfere? He caught himself clenching his fist and jaw. He needed to calm down before he hurt someone, especially since the only person nearby was you.Â
Sukuna watched from a distance as you lounged under your tree, finding comfort in the forest instead of the inherent danger you should feel. He had suppressed his scent enough he was sure you hadnât noticed, your calm demeanor conveying that fact. He could have you right now, release his scent and take you where you sat. But, that wouldnât have done anything about your bond mark. No, to take care of that Sukuna had to be patient. Which, was a real fucking drag because if there was anything Ryomen Sukuna wasnât it was a patient man.
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He remembered the first time he encountered you. Almost a month ago now, while he was taking his regular walk through the woods. He could still feel the full body reset that happened when he caught your aroma, the smell of apple and clove working its way through his nervous system and grabbing his cock his heart in a chokehold. Suddenly, his lazy stroll through the woods was a hunt to find out what decadent creature had made such a perfume.Â
And thatâs where he found you. Sitting contently in a floral field, making a fucking flower crown of all things, and surly waiting for him. He saw your hands falter and your eyes widen as he approached, no doubt because you finally picked up on his pheromones. He could feel the smirk forming on his lips.Â
âWell, what a nice surprise,â He hummed as he approached you, âI wasnât expecting to find anyone else out here.â You immediately fell into a low bow before him. Good, you knew your place.Â
âIâm sorry my lord,â You apologize, though you werenât sure why. You knew of the warlord Ryomen Sukuna. You knew he owned your village, as well as the villages surrounding it. But to your knowledge he didnât police who was allowed in the woods. Still, youâd rather not risk upsetting him.Â
âWhatâs a pretty girl like you doing out here, all alone?â He asked, eyes tracing the way your back curved into the bow.
âMy mate and I moved closer to the forest recently, I was exp-â
âYour mate?â The vitriol in his tone made your stomach revolt and ignited your fight or flight system. You didnât even know what you had done wrong.Â
âY-yes?â
âStand up, look at me.â He demanded. You did so without hesitation, your omega body naturally inclined to follow the alphas commands. When you did, you were hit with a fresh wave of his aura, the smell of whiskey and cinnamon filling your senses and making your joints feel weak. You were caught between your need to honor your bond mark, and the need to fall to your knees for the man in front of you. You whimpered softly as he grabbed your chin and shoved your head to the side.
Sure enough, right there on your scent gland were faint teeth shaped scars. If he wasnât specifically looking for them, he wouldnât have seen them at all. Still, the fact it hadn't been refreshed didnât negate the fact that it was there. You were unequivocally spoken for.Â
âYou donât smell marked.â He scoffed as he released your head, taking a step back.
âItâs newâŠâ You muttered. He may not have been able to smell your mate, but the stench of a lie was familiar to him. Especially one as piss poor as that.
âIf itâs new then you should reek of him, Wench, donât lie to me.â He growled. You looked down as your shame rolled over you.
âHeâs a beta.â HEâS A BETA?! Sukuna had felt rage a lot in his life. Some may even say it was his default setting. But the rage he felt at being cucked by a beta was unlike anything that he had felt before. He felt his fingers twitch with the need to wrap around someone's neck, and the urge to burn down this entire forest was a hard one to fight. He choked back his molting hot fury with a simple reminder: Beta bond marks donât mean shit. He could easily still have you. He just had to wait for your next heat cycle to do it, when your hormones were high and looking for something moreâŠsubstantial, then a betas nub.Â
âHow cute, being mated to a beta. Iâm sure youâre crazy for each other.â He sneered. You wished. Leaving every heat cycle woefully unsatisfied and frustrated might have been worth it if you had actually loved the man. If your union to him wasnât purely survival.Â
âHe provides.â You settled on a half truth to keep from lying, one Sukuna definitely picked up on.Â
âWhatâs your name Omega?â He demanded.
You told him your name in a soft whisper. Cute name. Heâd be sure to have his servants look into you and your records.Â
âWell Omega,â He said, making a point not to use the title given to him. To remind you what you were. âYou should probably get back to your beta. Itâs not safe for a pretty little thing like you to be out in these woods alone.â It didnât take a rocket scientist to know that was a warning and a threat, the edge in his words making that much clear. You nodded to the warlord, before making your way home. You fought the urge to sprint with everything you had in you, knowing better than to activate his prey drive.Â
He watched as you did, noting your refusal to run. Smart girl. He could feel his mouth watering as he watched your hips sway, and his body buzzed with the need to have you under him. He took a deep breath to recollect himself before making the walk home. Heâd have you soon enough.
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He kept a close eye on you in the weeks that followed. Learning about how your marriage was arranged through his servants, and how your marriage was failing from watching you. To your credit, you did try in earnest to make it work. You were the perfect mate. You kept a tidy home, always had dinner ready, and were always happy to get on your back for your husband.Â
And yet it did nothing. That asshole still acted as if he was gods fucking gift for âsavingâ your life, and as if you didnât do enough. Dinner was never right, there was always an issue with the house, and every morning Sukuna could smell your dissatisfaction from the night before- still rolling off you in waves. It was pathetic that a creature as divine as you was wasted on swine like him. The good news was that your scent was evolving. As the leaves changed colors your fragrance got thicker, and sweeter in some aspects. You clung to your beta even if he was woefully unequipped. Your heat was coming.
A fact you were all too aware of. You could feel it pooling in your stomach and feverish on your skin. The effects were already starting, and you knew this one was going to be hell. Your mate thrashed in between your legs, chasing his high in you. You felt close, so close. Your body was trembling with anticipation, electricity buzzing under your skin. All you needed was his knot and-
He pulled out of your quivering cunt, cumming on your stomach with a guttural moan. Oh, right. He didnât have a knot. You whined as he painted you white, wanting to snap at him for wasting his load. You held back though, knowing that, in reality, the last thing you wanted was his pups. You watched as he rolled off the bed and grabbed his pants.
âW-wait, but Naoya-â You panted, âIâm so close, please-â
âYouâre gonna have to finish yourself, Iâm gonna be late for my train.â Your âmateâ groaned as if you were an inconvenience.Â
âButâŠâ You whimpered, then let it go. You knew better than to argue, and besides. Your climax was already fleeting. âDo you have to go?â You asked softly. You understood that, as a beta, Naoya couldnât sense when your heat was coming like an alpha could. You accepted that. What you found hard to accept was that he still planned a business trip during your heat cycle, despite you explicitly telling him that you would need him.Â
âYes, Sweetie,â He said it with so much ire and hate, you would have rather he called you a bitch. âThis is my job. It doesnât stop because youâre horny.â He snapped, tired of having this conversation again. His venom shut you up. You watched as he quickly got dressed, then grabbed his bags and rushed for the train station. You fought tears as you went to clean yourself up. Were you really so unloveable?
You often wondered what the worse fate was, being sacrificed to Ryomen Sukuna or being trapped in a loveless pair bond. For years you knew without doubt it was being sacrificed to the warlord. You were always grateful to your father for selling you to the beta, saving you from what would no doubt have been a cruel and untimely death. Naoya may have been cold at times, but surely he wasnât as bad as Sukuna.
Or at least, thatâs what you used to think. Before you had actually met the man, and felt the way your body reacted to his presence alone. Suddenly, the so-called king of curses invaded your every thought, and life trapped in a passionless marriage felt like a prison sentence. You thought about Sukuna constantly, especially in the days leading up to your heat. You chased his faint scent on the wind, traced his markings in your dreams, and envisioned him to endure your husband's advances.Â
It left you a wreck. Especially now, as night fell and your body temperature rose. Your fingers were doing absolutely nothing for you, and wouldnât for at least the next week. Which, was rather conveniently when your husband was due to return home. You knew your heat bothered him, but you never knew it bothered him this much. Resentment grew in you the more you thought about it. If he didnât want a fucking omega, then why the fuck did he pay for one?Â
You tried not to think about it as you opened your window, hoping the cool night air would do something to help cool down your feverish skin. You lived far enough away from the other villagers you didnât really have to worry about a wayward alpha finding you. And at this point, you werenât sure you would care if one of them did.Â
You settled into your nest, albeit a bit reluctantly. The faint smell of your mate clung to it, and despite your bond mark it brought you little comfort. More just frustration. It didnât smell right anymore. You quickly took off your sleep pants, finding them unbearably hot, leaving you in just a tank top and soaked panties as you drifted off to sleep.
Sukuna could try and say that he was just out on a stroll to enjoy the moonlight. That he enjoyed the peace that the dark brought with it, and was only out to clear his mind. He would be lying. The truth of the matter was Sukuna had been keeping tabs on you. And while your bitch of a mate may have been inflicted with brain worms, Sukuna was not. He knew you were alone, and in heat. And he fully planned to take care of you, in ways your beta couldnât dream of doing.
Walking to your little shack at the edge of the woods felt like wading into a warm lake, your trail becoming thicker and thicker in the air as he made his way to you. It was intoxicating, and he couldnât stop the visions of you whimpering underneath him from entering his mind. Needy and alone, fuck. He could feel his blood rushing in his veins as your scent laced into his senses and his psyche, and his cock ached for you.
He wasnât shocked to find your window open. Of course your window was open. You were waiting for him, your true mate. That fucking beta be damned, you wanted him, why else would the window be open? He crawled into your room on instinct more than much else, your body calling to him like a siren's song. The reality of your heat hit him like a train as he took in your visage. Sleeping not-so-peacefully in your marital bed, mindlessly rutting into a pillow drenched with your slick. He fucking hated that you were reduced to fucking pillows.
He was right here, you just needed to let your proper alpha take care of you. Let him protect you, let him fuck you until you canât walk, let him fill you to the brim- until youâre overflowing, let him fix the fucking stench of your nest. He was on your bed and spreading your legs before he even fully realized what he was doing, ripping your slick drenched panties off of you. On a normal night, he would have touched you and known you were burning alive with a fever. But tonight? He was molting lava with his own forced rut, and he didnât even notice yet.Â
Mates donât need to ask before taking care of their mate in heat, so he doesn't even bother waking you up before shoving two fingers into your weeping pussy to get you ready for him. You whine out softly, back curling off of the bed as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you sharply. He smirked as he curled his fingers up, listening to your breath catch in your throat.
âFuck, Sukuna..â You whimpered in your sleep. Of course you called out his name, you were his omega. You chose him, you were meant to be with him. Soon, there would be no doubt about that. After he covered you with his scent, after he marked you as his and only his, and when your stomach was swollen with his pups- pink haired, four eyed and undeniably his.
He shrugged off his robe, his rock hard cock burning with need and dripping pre-cum. He ran his dick up your slit, gathering your divine slick on his angry red tip. He felt the tension in his shoulders finally dissolve as he pushed into you, finally at home where he was supposed to be. He growled as he sunk in to his base in one swoop.Â
You jolt awake with the sudden intrusion, your cunt torn between pushing the intruder out and sucking him in deeper. âWh-whaâŠ?â You were given no time to try and catch up to the situation before the assault on your g-spot started, leaving you a moaning mess. Sukuna lifted your hips, holding your body with just his forearms as he changed the angle he fucked you in to fuck you deeper, harder. He needed it to take.
You looked up and saw a shock of pink hair and sharp tattoos through bleary eyes. On the surface your body revolted, knowing this wasnât your mate and he was not meant to be touching you. But something deeper, more primal rejoiced at feeling the alphas fat cock. âFuck, fuck, more..â You whimpered, bucking your hips in time with his thrusts. You could feel his knot swelling inside you and all you wanted was him. Nothing had ever felt more right.Â
Sukuna had fucked a lot of omegas during his ruts. He ran through whores like they were nothing. But none of them had ever felt like this. Your pussy was made for him, so perfect as it milked his cock. Your body reacted to him perfectly. You were made to be his. You were his. Every inch of your skin, every breath you took, every smile you gave you were his. Heâd prove it. He grabbed you in a bruising grip as he bent over you, capturing you in a demanding kiss and taking what little breath you had away in a clash of teeth and tongues. You belonged to him.
He growled lowly, as he pulled back, throwing your ankles over his shoulders as he pressed his body weight into you, folding you in half. âFuck, youâre so good,â He groaned, âSo fucking tight for me Baby Girl. Gonna knot you, fill you with my pups,â You didnât know if he was talking to you or himself but it didnât matter. A thought that should have been deeply revolting to you as a marked woman had never sounded more euphoric.
âYes, please,â You begged into his ear, âFuck me, itâs sâ good. Fill me, I- I need you.â you slurred together whatever words you could grapple with. You felt drunk on the feeling of euphoria, you almost forgot sex could feel so good. Your words, albeit a bit jumbled, electrified the part of Sukunaâs brain that had already decided he was your mate. You didnât just want him, you needed him. You needed him. Of course you needed him, you belonged to him. You were his and his alone.Â
His his his his-
Then he smelled it. In the sea of apple, clove and cinnamon whiskey a sharp mildew scent hit his nose. The fucking mold of your âbond mark.â Sukuna saw fucking red, his body seething with rage as he remembered you werenât truly his. No matter how deep he fucked his seed into you, or how much of his skin touched yours, you werenât his.Â
Not yet anyway.Â
He plunged his teeth into your scent glands, right over your previous bond mark. You howled as he did, a wave of ecstasy rocking its way through your heated body and decimating your shocked nervous system as you came all over him. Aftershocks of your orgasm pulsed through your cunt in time with his thrusts, sending static electricity through your needy body. You instinctively dug your fangs into Sukunas scent glands, an act you were never able to perform on your (former) beta mate.
The relief that washed over him as you completed the bond mark was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it left him in ruins. Cumming deep inside you, painting your womb white. The warm feeling he filled you with actually worked to (somehow) cool the raging inferno in your bloodstream, and you finally found relief from the hell you had been in.Â
You stayed connected, him holding you close while he waited for his knot to deflate. You thought about Naoya. You had never been able to properly mark him because he didnât have scent glands for you to mark. It met you were never really bonded, not like how you were bonded to Sukuna now. But, he was technically still your husband. This was his house and his bed you were getting fucked by a perfect stranger in. How would he react when he found you here with the warlord that owned the land? Would he find you here?
Would you regret it?Â
You didnât have time to really consider the ramifications of your actions before Ryomen was moving inside you again, and the last thing you wanted to think about was the boy that abandoned you. You whined underneath him, bringing your hands to tangle in his hair. He pressed his forehead to yours in response.
âStill with me Omega?â He asked as he started to pick up the pace, making you whine underneath him.
âIâm here my lord,â You mumbled softly.
âGood,â He punctuated the word with a sharp kiss before straightening up, âCause itâs gonna take more than just that to knock you up.â He chuckled as his hips started to piston into yours, setting a punishing pace. The natural curve of his cock was seemingly designed to bully your hypersensitive g-spot, stimulating your body back to life as you gripped the sheets under you.
âAww, look at my pretty little omega,â Sukuna cooed mockingly as he fucked his cum back into you, âAll fucked out and full. Feels good to actually cum after spending so much time with a limp dick, doesnât it slut?â Apparently, all it took was him getting to cum once for him to find his voice.
âSo good, so fucking good.â You whimpered, âSo big, so fullâŠâ And you had no problem feeding into it. His claws dug into your hips, leaving bruises defined enough you could take his fingerprints off of them. He watched the way your tits bounced as you tried to feebly hold onto the sheet, attempting to ground yourself however you could. He watched his bulge appear and reappear in your stomach with every thrust. He watched the way your skin glistened in the moonlight, begging him to mark it. He watched the way your eyes fluttered and glazed over with dazed pleasure.Â
But the real show was happening where the two of you were connected. Where your slick coated his cock, creating a foamy ring around the base. Where your natural lube mixed with his load, making the most vulgar sounds as he fucked your quivering cunt. God, he couldnât have asked for a better mate.
Your warm pussy hugged him perfectly, begging him for more and pulling him even deeper into you with every thrust. Every movement of your hips sent a wave of euphoria through him, and he desperately chased both of your highs. He wanted to see you cum. He didnât get to the first time.
 He wouldnât make that mistake again. You were finally finally his after months of coveting you. Of watching you, of needing you wanting you, of imagining you, you finally belonged to him. He was going to see what you looked like when you came for him god damn it!
âYou gonna cream for me again Sweetheart?â He growled, âSquirt all over my dick like a good girl? I know you are, I can feel it, fuck-â His words fell apart on his tongue as you clenched around him. Stars blotted out your vision as your second climax started to creep up on you, slowly tingling up your spine and taking over your body. You bucked your hips into his erratically, chasing the high only he could give you. Sparks of bliss exploded under your skin as you felt him start to swell again.
And suddenly he felt way too far away. You needed him closer. You needed his scent, his skin, him. You ripped one of your hands away from the bedsheets and reached out, trying to communicate what you wanted. His head tilted to the side and he scoffed as he looked at your outstretched hand.
âWords slut, what do you want?â He growled.
âMy mate.â You whimpered. He was immediately leaning down to you, pressing his chest to yours and letting your fingers intertwine with his. How could he deny you your mate? Your body exploded into a thousand sparks of ecstasy where his skin ment yours. His scent wrapped around your senses like an old blanket, cozy and familiar and safe. You whined softly and closed your eyes to embrace for impact.
âNo.â He growled, using his free hand to pull your hair and force your eyes open, âLook at me.â He demanded. Your watery eyes held his fiery ones as you moaned pathetically under him.
âIâm so close..â
âThen cum for me.â The floodgates opened and you were suddenly drowning in a sea of ecstasy and dopamine. Your hips thrashed against your will and your legs shook like the last leaves on autumn trees. You swore you saw entire galaxies be born before your eyes as you were hit with one of the hardest climaxes of your life. Your eyes watered as they looked into his, your skin felt flushed against his touch, and your grip on his hand tightened.
âFuck, RyomenâŠâ He hadnât heard his first name spoken in years. His body slammed into yours as his own climax hit him with a brick. He fucked you as best as he could through his knot, riding out both of your highs as he filled you to the point of overflowing and then some. His entire body was racked with euphoria as he came harder than he even thought possible.Â
He collapsed on top of you, rolling you both to the side so he didnât crush you with his body weight. For a while, the only sound was of the two of you trying to catch your breath. You felt his arms wrap around you and calloused hands rub your back gently to sooth you. He kissed your neck almost sweetly.
âYouâre doing so good sweetheart,â He praised in a whisper, one soft enough the wind threatened to take it away, âSo good for me.â It made your stomach flutter. His presence was instantly calming, much more so than your exâs. You might have even fallen asleep, if you didnât feel him start to move again, still rock solid inside of you.Â
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Your body was sore the next morning when you woke up, but the fever had subsided for now, finally giving you room to breathe and think about literally anything other than lust. The first thing you noticed was that you were not at home. You jolted up in bed, a soft whimper leaving your throat.Â
âSilence, woman.â That was when you registered the body next to you in the bed. You looked over to see Ryomen, fully annoyed at being woken up. âYouâre safe. Iâm here.â He grumbled as he pulled you back into his side. You werenât sure what was more impressive, that he managed to return to (what you assumed was) his home after last night, or that he managed to carry you with him.Â
âSukuna-â
âRyomen.â He corrected you with a dangerous growl. You paused, a bit taken back.
âRyomen,â You accepted the correction, âwhat happens now?â
âHopefully you go back to sleep.â He sighed, irritated to have been woken up at the ungodly hour of 12 pm. While he was still in rut no less! He didnât get a lot of chances to sleep during this time, and neither did you. You needed the rest.
âNo, I mean withâŠwith,â You didnât know how to put it.
âWhat, you mean your cuck ex? Donât worry about it.â He didnât hide that he was irritated with you for bringing him up first thing in the morning.Â
â....Is he going to be hurt?â You asked softly. Sukuna felt his lip twitch.
âIf I have it my way, yes.â He didnât mince words. Why the fuck did you care so much about that loser anyway? You thought about your mates words, then nodded.Â
âGood.â You said, finally settling back into Ryomens arms and relaxing into him. He didnât hide the smile that tugged on his lips. He knew he loved you.Â
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[ { Synopsis } ] †Gojo Satoru couldnât let you go, not when you were so close to getting off on his leg. But, perhaps it would've been better if you left instead of staying just to finish...
[ { Need to know } ] â€This is a What-If scenario that stems from my fic; The F*ck Listâ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt.
[ { Content & Warning } ] †f!reader, smut, dirty talk, language, pet names, slight manhandling, Gojo's really cocky & has a thing for mocking the reader apparently.
[ { Paring } ] †Gojo Satoru x f!reader.
[ { Word Count } ] †7k
"Oh fuck-, S-Satoru wait," You moaned into the air as Gojo got carried away in kissing you. Your back was against his apartment door by this point and he had one of his legs in between yours, his hands on your hips and his lips all over your neck.
Gojo sucked, licked, and even nibbled all over you, his hands feeling all parts of your body as he did so. You felt him knead your ass in his grasp as his focus went just under your jaw, soft smacks of his tongue and lips against you filling the air.
âYou said I could kiss you,â Gojo hums. His voice was so low, lower than youâd heard it in a while.
One of his hands slides up and you sigh when you feel his fingers run over your chest, gently groping you as his kisses trail back up. His eyes meet yours for less than a second before he steals your breath by crashing his lips into yours again.
âM-Mmh,â You hum, feeling as his tongue works the insides of your mouth and his leg rubs against your clothed sex, âT-This⊠This isn't just k-kissing,â You mumble against him.
Gojo moves to clasp your lower lip in between his teeth and as he gives your skin a slight tug, his eyes open and both of you make contact through a low-lidded gaze. âShould I stop?â He asks huskily.
His eyes were drowning in lust, his leg yet to stop the constant rub over your cunt. You were getting all too worked up over this and your breathing grew unstable, âHa-ah⊠Y-Yeah, maybeâŠâ You hum.
He tilts his head, âMaybe? You sound unsure, sweetheart.â His thigh suddenly angles a bit differently and presses up against your clit.
Your jaw drops, âS-Shit,â You whine.
âIf you want me to stop then tell me to stop-â
âDonât s-stop,â You breathe out, confused by what you want at this point, rolling your hips forward against his leg.
Gojo bites his lip, âWe shouldnât be doing this, yâknow.â
âThen you stop,â Your voice was so light and airy already, simply over some kisses and the slightest touches.
âI wonât if you donât tell me to.â He tells you.
You shake your head, âI s-should be⊠mmgh,â You fold over a bit as his leg rubs over you just right, âShouldâ be leavingâŠâ You manage out.
Gojo snickers, âThen leave, sweets.â
You squeeze your eyes shut and move to grab onto his arm, âThen s-stop⊠haah⊠stop-, mmh⊠moving your leg,â You moan.
Heâs trying his best to control himself but⊠He hasnât seen you like this in months. Gojo forgot how whiney and fidgety you get when youâre flustered and turned on. The sight aroused him like crazy.
âYouâre so fuckinâ cute,â Gojo teases, âI might cum in my pants if you seriously get off on my leg right now.â
Your head flips up to him with a glare, âWe shouldnât be doing this. I-It was supposed to be one little k-kiss⊠mmmhâŠâ
âWhen is it ever one little kiss, love?â He asks softly.
âI canât stand you,â You breathe out.
âMhm,â Gojo nods, âI know. But you know the second option for you if thatâs the case.â You furrow your brows and he makes up for his lack of explanation, âYou can pick my face or my lap, either way, if you canât stand me then sit on me.â
You roll your eyes at him and move to straighten yourself up. Abruptly, his leg kneads up into your pussy and you release a very light moan, your eyes flickering for a moment, âO-Okay⊠fuck..."
"Okay... what? Do you actually want me to stop? Hm?" Gojo teased, tilting his head at you and giving you that stupid taunting look of his.
A slight groan leaves your lips and you just shake your head, "No," You gasp when he flexes his thigh for you, aiding your needy cunt in getting off, "Keep goin'... hah, I'm c-close, I think..."
Gojo narrows his eyes at you, "You think? The hell does that mean? Are you about to cum or not, love?"
Your head shakes. You're so confused by this point. Gojo only a few minutes ago told you he was obsessed with you and yet here you are humping his leg like you're in heat. It was embarrassing but somewhere deep down, or maybe not so deep down, you missed this-, you missed sex with Gojo.
And now more than ever were you aching for it. Why? Was something about Gojo Satoru being an obsessive freak turning you on? Did you want to dip into that dark area of his and find out how he expresses his obsession in bed?
"Jus' shut up and keep going," You huff out desperately, torso leaning forward as your head rests on him and your hips move over his leg.
The man scoffs, "You're so demanding,â Gojo teases as the hands placed on your hips continue to aid you in your grinding.
âShut up,â You whine softly.
Gojo shifts a bit, inclining his head down ever so slightly just to put his lips to your ear, âMake me,â He challenges.
You groan and the hands you had clinging onto his shirt curl a bit as you grip onto him tighter, âYouâre so annoying, shit.â
A playful smirk splits across his handsome face, âAnd youâre needy,â Gojo whispers into your ear, his voice making you let out a moan, âItâs cute y'knowâ watchinâ you get off on my thigh⊠sâthis all you want though?â
âH-Hm?â You hum in confusion, back arching a bit as you rotate your hips for more friction.
âI can give you more,â Gojo suddenly offers, his breath hitting the shell of your ear as he talks in such a sensual manner, âI can give you my cock,â He tells you, voice dipping down into something lower and almost demanding.
You gulp and lift your head a bit, turning to meet his gaze and noticing your lips are madly close to one another, âSatoru,â You whine, frowning as you mentally try to figure out what it is you want.
He tilts his head and his gaze is down on your lips in an instant, a hungry glint embedded into his eyes, âYes?â
âIâm supposed to b-be leavingâ You mumble. The heat radiating off his body, pulsing in between your legs, flushing your face-, all of it was too much.
Gojo snickers but his grip tightens on your hips, almost in a way that tells you heâs not letting you go anywhere. âThen leave,â He hums, âBut Iâm just sayinâ⊠Yâknow, we could fuck one last time.â
There's this clench he feels over his thigh, the sensation making him smirk as he realizes it was your cunt reacting to his words.
Shaking your head, âW-We shouldnât,â You sigh.
He shrugs, âBut we can.â
Gojoâs leaning in closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours and god the scent of his cologne is dizzying, this light waft of mint hitting your skin as he parts his lips. Youâre staring down at them, nearly melting into his nonexistent touch.
âS-Satoru,â You whisper again.
âOne more time,â He pleads, âThatâs all I ask.â
Steadily, your eyes lift to him and you notice heâs looking directly into your gaze. It was so intimate, so longing, so needy. Oh screw what your mind and maybe your heart wants, your body wanted him more than anything.
Hence why youâre nodding slightly and leaning into him, your lips connecting with one other in one quick motion.
The second Gojoâs lips are on yours, heâs lost his mind againâ large hands sliding up to your waist, pushing you back off his leg and up against the wall. His teeth part your lips and his tongue pushes in, he was devouring you.
His lips were plush, soft like clouds, and you just melted against him like always. The hands on your waist slipped down in one swift movement, only to jerk up but under your shirt and feel your skin beneath his smooth skin.
âIâll make you feel so good, love,â He breathes into your mouth, to which you smile against his lips, arms rising to wrap around his neck and pull him impossibly closer.
One of your hands trailed up a little, fingertips grazing his undercut and making him groan into your mouth.
Then, you smirked, âYouâre so sensitive, âToru,â You point out against him, fingers dipping down to his nape and twirling over his skin just to hear the way he pants lightly against you.
âMâweak for you,â He mumbles, both of you messily making out and smiling against each other like a pair of fools unknowingly in love with each other in such a twisted way. âSo weak,â He whispers.
This time youâre pushing your tongue into his mouth and your body lifts a bit as you stand on your tippy toes, arms swiftly wrapping around his neck in full whilst the two of you tilt your head in opposing directions to gain more access to each otherâs mouth.
You were hot, he was hot-, both of your bodies were heating up and the kissing became more and more passionate-, almost loving. Gojo weighs himself forward a bit and your entire backside is smushed against the wall of his apartment before your leg brushes against his crotch and you feel the hefty bulge resting there.
Your lips pry from his with a heavy smack echoing into the air, both of your mouths left open as your eyes peel open and you two make eye contact again.
Tension. There was so much tension between your gazes. Suddenly, youâre nodding a little, âOne more time?â
He flashes a half-smile, âOne more time.â He repeats in agreement.
A final and quick kiss is shared between you two before he pulls your shirt up over your head and youâre trying to tug at his. It seems he had no plans on moving from this very spot so, in a way, you already knew he was about to fuck you against the wall.
Were you complaining? Of course not, especially not when it all happens so fast. First, heâs undressing you and caressing your body tenderly. Then heâs tugging your bra off just to grab ahold of your body, spin you around, and proceed to push you face-first against the wall.
Gojoâs in your ear as your cheek presses into the cold structure, âSpread your legs,â He orders, voice husk.
Thereâs a chill that runs down your spine but thatâs okay, you didnât careâ you need this-, need him. Knowing he was obsessed with you just made the entire interaction all the more better for you.
Which is why youâre taking it a step further and ridding yourself of all clothing from the waist down, leaving yourself standing naked and drenched for him.
He doesnât even try to hold in the groan that leaves his throat as he settles his eyes on every inch of your unclothed body. âFuck-, I love you,â Gojo suddenly murmurs, âYeah, I love you.â He blindly repeats.
You snicker a little and then move, pressing your hands up against the wall as you step back a little, legs parting and back shifting into this slutty arch for him.
Gojo nods, unknowingly smiling, âMhm, thaâs good,â He breathes.
It takes a second for him, as if he were processing this entire situation-- he was really about to have sex with you again. Right here, right now. This was real, you were real.
After his little mental moment, he's moving again and you don't even see as he messily strips himself, the most you acknowledge is the feeling of his hands on your hips again, fingers digging into your skin, and the sudden nudge of his flushed tip against your folds.
He wasn't even thinking about foreplay, your grinding on his legs should've been enough, right?
Yeah, not exactly because despite your cunt being a dripping mess and slicking up his cock as he shallowly rubs himself in between your folds just to tease you, when Gojo starts easing his dick inside you your jaw drops and you seem to have forgotten how big he was.
Angling a hand back, your fingers graze his chest while a staggered gasp leaves your throat, "S-Satoru wait, fuck."
Gojo smiles and tilts his head, one hand moving to grab ahold of the arm you brought back, "What? Why're you pushin' me away?"
You tried to respond but fuck-, his cock was slipping into you inch by inch by inch. Gojo's face is flushed already, his eyes down on how your cunt parts just to take him. He was getting dizzy at the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around his length, a slight groan leaving him.
He breathes out your name before leaning his torso forward, lips moving to your ear, "Relax, sweetheart," He whispers to you softly.
You think you got butterflies at the sound of his words as if he wasn't in the process of splitting you open.
Gojo's breath hitches, "F-Fuck, you gotta relax, you're fuckin'... squeezin' the hell outta' me," He whines, hands settling on your hips again as he angles his head down to your neck and kisses you, "Relax, please."
His voice was so soft and caring with you, the sound and his gesture of kissing you so lovingly making your heart flutter and your body ease up. Gojo's pushing in and in and in until he couldn't anymore, the tip of his cock just nuzzled against your sweet spot without even moving yet.
Once he's there, Gojo stills for a moment, simply relishing your warmth and letting out these heavy breaths against your skin. Your pussy was so warm and wet-, no-, soaked. Did you really get this turned on by him kissing you? Does his lips drive you this crazy?
Open-mouthed kisses are suddenly being pressed against the side of your neck and your lashes flutter a bit as Gojo begins to draw his hips back and then eases his cock in and out at a slow and tender pace.
Then, his lips reach just under your ear, "Did you forget how to take me or somethin'?" He teases.
You could feel him smiling a bit and you scoff, "N-No... mmgh, you can... hahh, you can g-go faster 'Toru," You tell him, to which he chuckles.
"You're already stuttering though," Gojo snickers, his pelvis pressing flush against your ass as his length bottoms you out, again making your eyes flicker.
"T-That's cause you-," A moan leaves your lips as Gojo rolls his hips into you slowly, reaching impossibly deeper, "Fuuck, why're you s-so... ahh..."
Gojo tilts his head, "So what, hm?"
"Deep," You whine, moving a hand to try and push him away again.
He finds it cute how you were trying to get him to let up on you when he wasn't even moving anywhere remotely fastâ Gojo was doing nothing more than stroking your insides at such a mellow pace, caressing your cunt with his cock and forcing you to feel every inch and vein that trailed along his shaft.
So, he laughs, "I can go deeper," Gojo whispers, watching the way your eyes widen and you shake your head a little.
"You're deep enough," You hum out against the wall.
He nods, "Alright then, I can at least go faster now, right?"
"Mhmm," You agree, moving your hands away from him and back to the wall.
There's one last chuckle that leaves Gojo before he's pulling his hips back and then thrusting his cock in harshly once, twice, three times-, fuck he was working up a mean pace within seconds.
Gojo leans his face away from your neck so that he can look down at his actions, hands gripping onto your hips as he watches his shaft disappear inside you only to reappear within a second covered in you. The sight of your cunt leaving a messy coat of slick around his cock makes him bite his lower lip.
And it was loud too, wet sounds of your pussy urging him deeper in with his every thrust made Gojoâs head spin. You told him he was reaching too deep and yet your cunt was gripping and tugging him in such a way that told him the opposite.
âHahh, fuck,â Gojo breathes out before his hips pick up in speed. Thrust after thrust after thrust, you began to unapologetically moan with every one.
Whatever Gojo may have lacked in thickness, his fucking inches made up for itâ hell, you donât even know if he was pushing his cock all the way in each time he knocked into you. The most you could tell was that you were full of him and he was reaching all the right spots with no problem.
The hands placed on your hips suddenly pull you back to meet a harsh thrust, the abrupt jerk of your body causing him to reach deep inside you.
Your jaw drops, eyes widen, and a broken moan pours out your mouth, breath hot against the wall as Gojo continues behind you. You thought it was bad already as his thrusting turned into pounding, his heavy balls smacking against you as his pace picked up.
âSatoru-, hhngh⊠f-fuck,â You moaned, nails scraping against the wall in front of you as you tried to steady yourself.
âFuck,â Gojo curses, head tossing back, âI forgot how loud you get,â He says with a grin on his face.
That doesnât deter the moans from spilling out your mouth, âHahh, ahh, m-mmgh,â You think you wanted to say something but youâre not sure what by this point.
The man suddenly leans forward again, aggressively stuffing every inch of his cock into you, tip mashing into the hilt of your cunt as his lips near your ear, âShhh, do you want my neighbors to hear you?â
How could he ask you such a thing with himself buried all the way in? Your legs quaked a bit and you nearly fell over because of how far his dick reached. How did you ever handle this man before?
So when yet another moan exits the very back of your throat, tears welling up in your eyes, Gojo only smiles.
âFine then, be fuckinâ loud,â He scoffs as he pulls his hips back. Then, his voice drops even lower as he fucks you right into the wall, âLet âem hear what a slut you are fâme,â Gojo whispers.
That makes your back arch even more, almost in a way that said you wanted to escape his harsh thrusts. There was drool escaping the corner of your mouth before you even rendered it, Gojoâs twitching cock hitting this spot inside you that simply made your mind go blank.
Your eyes crossed a little as the hands on your hips continued to tug your body back to meet his harsh thrusts, dick slipping in and out and in and out-, he filled you up so perfectly.
But it certainly didnât help that Gojo leaned forward and to your ear, one hand leaving your hip and moving to your abdomen to feel the nudge of his cock every time he thrust in.
The feeling makes him smile, âOhh, mâreally deep in there arenât I?â Gojo teases, tipping away from your ear to get a look at your face. Your eyes were closed and you were simply taking him as best you could, to which he scoffs and hums out your name, âOpen your eyes ând look at me while I fuck you,â
The sudden command makes your eyes flutter open and his face is so close. Your vision takes a second to focus on his face as Gojoâs thrusts grow harder, cockhead beating into you on purpose to make things difficult.
âS-Satoru,â You let out a breathy whine of his name, the sound making him smile before he praises you.
âMhm, thatâs my girl,â Gojo murmurs, âJusâ keep those eyes on me, okay?â
Your brows twist up in a pleasurable way and you pant, âHahh⊠âToru⊠t-too fast,â You mumble out.
âHm?â He hums, tilting his head innocently, âIâm going too fast?â
Your head nods desperately, âUhuh, s-slow down⊠fuuck, please?â
Gojo snickers and his pace doesnât waver, if anything, it grows harsher, more needy, and almost even feral. His thoughts were waning. How could he possibly slow down? âJusâ take it,â He says playfully, putting on a pout to mock your expression.
Despite the sexy moans leaving you, a scowl takes over your face as you maintain eye contact with him. âI s-shouldnât even-, mmgh⊠b-be here,â You mumble out to him.
The feeling of Gojoâs hand sliding down makes you tense up and your cunt clamps around his throbbing cock at the faint movement of his. He lets out a hiss and his face twists up, âFuck-, d-donât squeeze me like that, câmon,â He huffs out.
Youâre frowning, ââŠSâYour fault,â You moan out, âM-Making feel like-, hhngh-, t-this, ahhâŠâ
Gojo scoffs and then rolls his eyes, hips easing back and dick nearly slipping out of you, âYou talk so much yâknow,â He points out.
âYouâre one t-to talk,â You reply, your eyes going wide as he shoves every inch of himself back in with no warning.
That hand of his that was on your abdomen slides further down and you feel your legs tremble a bit as his fingertips find your clit and messily swat over the bud in sync with his thrusts.
Your fingers curled against the wall, the need to grab something stronger than ever. His cock was practically making out with your cervix, hips bucking into you at such a rough pace that had you gasping for air.
âYâknow,â Gojo chuckles, lengthy fingers rolling circles around your clit, âWeâre supposed to be fucking, not arguing.â He comments.
You groan and nearly fall over against the wall as both his cock and fingers become too much for you, âS-Satoru-, fuck-,â You gasp.
âHuh? Did yaâ wanna say somethinâ?â Gojo taunts as he purposefully drags his fingertips around your sensitive bud in such a teasingly pleasurable way.
Just as he works on his hand movements, his dick is simply drilling into your sopping hole, your slick making an entire mess of both him and yourself. You were leaking all over his cock and you could even feel your inner thighs wet up as his thrusts grew more pinpointed and calculated.
At one point, Gojo shifts ever so slightly and his tip fucks somewhere overwhelmingly good inside you, âO-Oh-,â Your jaw dropped and your eyes rolled back, âT-Too deep, fuuck, sâtoo deep âToru,â You whined.
Gojo grunts but doesnât stop his thrusts, âWhat do you mean Iâm too deep?â He asks, loud and lewd squelches of your pussy filling the air and making him snicker, âDidnât you say that last time?â
Halfway out of it, âUhuh,â You nodded.
âExactly so,â Gojo leans to your ear again and his fingers pinch your clit, âYou can take it.â
Another groan pours out of your mouth and you had drool running down your jaw and dripping off your chin. His voice was so low and it drove you crazy, the sounds of his grunts and groans flowing into your ear.
âMessy girl,â Gojo suddenly commented, his eyes downward as he feels and sees the way you suddenly came around his cock, âDidnât even tell me you were cumming, sweets,â He taunts, smirking, âDo I make you feel that good?â
Yet again, youâre just nodding along to his words with this fucked out expression on your face, âUhuh, f-feels sâgood âToru,â You whined, âB-But⊠m-mmgh, y-you couldnât take me-, nngh, t-to your room?â
Gojo scoffs and his thrusts slow down a little just so he could talk into your ear once more, âNo, no I couldnât⊠fuck-, take⊠hah, take you to my room,â He stammers out, feeling as you squeeze and squeeze around him every time he spoke. âYouâre actinâ like you didnât wanna get fucked against the wall anyway,â He points out in almost one breath, lips pushing against your ear, âYouâre jusâ as needy as me, sweets.â
âMmmh, hnngh⊠ah,â You moaned helplessly, âMânot⊠n-needy,â Your words came out in such a desperate and whiny way but you were too into it to care anymore. âYouâre j-justâŠ.â Your words come out in a low murmur and he misses what you say.
Gojo tilts his head and his thrusts slow to a sudden stop, his cock resting comfortably inside your warmth, âHahh, what?â He asks. You whine a little and murmur it out once more but he seems to get a bit annoyed, âCâmon, speak up ând stop mumblinâ.â
âToo fuckinâ deep Satoru-,â You finally manage out a bit louder, âC-Can feel you all t-the way⊠in,â You babble thoughtlessly.
âYeahh, I know, I know mâdeep sweetheart,â Gojo coos before gently easing his hips back, âBut you like me that way,â He says with a slight scoff before heâs ramming his dick into you again, quite literally fucking the air out your lungs whilst he picks back up on that animalistic pace of his.
Gojo could care less how much you complain, he knows how far inside you he is, he can feel it. The way your pussy sucks him all the way in, the base of his cock flush with your cunt after each thrustâ Gojo knows heâs filling you up but how is he expected to care when you just suck and squeeze him in so nicely?
Your cunt was too snug, too tight, too sloppy for him to care about your little whines and pleas. Youâve got his cock smothered in cum and you expect him to cater to your cries of slowing down or not pushing all the way in?Â
Gojo canât help but scoff and suddenly blurt out an intrusive thought of his, âWonderâ what Choso would think if he saw you like thisâ cumminâ all over my cock instead of his,â He hums almost casually.
The way your plush walls grip onto him nearly leads him to empty his balls into you as it chokes a groan out of the back of his throat.Â
âS-Shiit, almost made m-me cum, sweets,â Gojo chuckles lightly as his eyes flicker.
You shake your head in a disapproving manner, âD-Donât fuckinâ⊠bring him up,â You breathe out.
Gojo tilts his head, âHm? Why not?â He questions as his cock jerks in and in and in, blue eyes locked on your facial expression as he smirks at the way your eyes roll back and back and back with his movements.
Your jaw is simply slack and you pant, âHa-ahh⊠nngh, mmh⊠J-Just-, hhngh, s-stop talking-,â You mewl out, eyes watering at his movements.
Gojo slips his length almost out before teasing your hole with his tip, glancing down at his actions and chuckling at the constant twitch of your cunt, âYour pussyâs tellinâ me to keep talkinâ thoughâŠâ
You groan, âShut up.â
âOh please, youâll be alrightâŠâ Gojo argues back to you before easing his cock in slower this time. You can just feel his every throbbing vein as he inches in and moves to your ear just to whisper, âSânot like heâll know.â
Your hips begin to move back to meet his motions and Gojoâs taken by surprise. He knew he didnât need to be concerned with your earlier cries, Gojo knows you know how to take dick.
So, the two of you get quiet for a minute as things slow. His thrusts are shallower, almost like he just wants to marinate in your cunt for a while, feel you twitch as his dick throbs inside you. His breath is against your ear all over again and he soon wraps both his arms around you.
Then, once youâre in his grasp, his pace is slow to speed up again. But this time youâre not whining through it. Instead, breathy and quiet moans spill from your wet lips, and all you could focus on was the sinful sounds of sex filling the entirety of the apartment.
After which, it was Gojoâs voice yet again youâre focusing on, ââŠMaybe you should jusâ stay with me,â He offers.
âH-Huh?â You hum cluelessly.
His dripping tip presses into your sweet spot once more, âYou heard me.â
You let off a whine and your face scrunches up a little, âY-You wanna talk about this-, nngh, now?â
âYeah,â Gojo chuckles, his voice low in a whisper, âYeah I wanna talk about this when Iâm balls deep inside you. When else should I say somethinâ?â
You scoff at his way of wording things and your cunt is just milking his cock at this point, âW-What about⊠mmh, C-Choso-â
âYou can see him tomorrow,â Gojo groans, âLet me have you for the rest of today, sweets.â
A slight chuckle escapes you, âT-The rest of today?â
His thrusts have groan tender, slow but hard strokes given to your pussy as the conversation continues, âYeah. I wanna fuck you all night,â He explains.
âMmmgh,â You hum at the thought, ââToruâŠâ
âFeelâ you milk my cock for hours,â Gojo whispers into your ear, voice sensual and seductive with you despite him being buried so many inches inside you.
Your eyes just barely meet his and you see how serious he is, âB-But-,â
âHow many positions do you think I can put you in before the night is over?â He cuts off, face inching closer to yours as his movements come to a stop and he has you keeping his cock warm yet again, âHm?â
You manage to catch your breath due to the slight break heâs giving you, âHah⊠I-I dunno,â
Gojo tips his head to the side and his lips near yours, âMaybe Iâll fuck you in every inch of this apartment so when youâre gone Iâll have that memoryâŠâ
Oh heâs just rambling at this point but youâre not complaining. If anything, your cunt squeezes around his shaft for the nth time since heâs been inside you.
âShit, yâlike that?â Gojo chuckles, âWeâll start with the living room after this-, fuuckâŠâ He groans, feeling the way you get tighter and tighter with his every word, âIâll have the couch soaked by the time Iâm done with youâŠâ He explains.
Your brows furrow, âThatâs gonna⊠mgh, be so messyâŠâ
âWho cares if itâs messy?â Gojo scoffs, rolling his hips into you in slow motion just to get some kind of movement again.
Your eyes roll back yet again and he watches closely, smiling at the effect his cock has on you.
âUhuh,â Gojo nods, his eyes practically having hearts in them with how enamored he was by you, âThen the kitchen-, I gotta bend you over the counter and feel you drip all over my fuckinâ cock,â He explains.
Damn the way you begin to experience another orgasm at such a perfect time, the feeling making Gojoâs smile deepen.
âYeah? You really like the sound of that huh?â He teases, biting his lip afterward. âWhat else? Hm? Maybe I can fuck your throat in the shower,â His suggestion makes your face twist up and you shake your head with a cute little whine leaving you.
âWhy?â You ask, the question completely thoughtless as youâre too focused on his member shallowly easing in and out of you just barely.
âWhy?â Gojo mocks you, âWhy not?â
âM-MmghâŠâ You grumble out, your mind growing hazy as the tantalizing roll of Gojoâs hips into you distracts your thoughts.
Then his voice just follows again, âOh and I definitely want you ridinâ me in Suguruâs room. Gotta get payback for that one time.â He tells you, cock twitching inside your cunt at the thought.
âT-Thatâs so⊠hahh⊠m-mean, âToru,â Your voice comes out in a mumble he finds cute.
Scoffing, âHeâll be fine, donât worry,â Gojo shrugs off. Then his pace is picking up again, from shallow and slow strokes to a regular speed, his abs tensing as his orgasm approaches.
You sigh and begin to play along with his little fantasy, âOkay⊠w-well what about-, mmh, your room?â
âIn my room?â Gojo repeats, his hips snapping into you suddenly. The fact that youâre considering what he was saying made him lose his mind a little, âOh Iâm not fuckinâ you in there.â
You frown and a single tear falls from your eye as he starts rutting into you again, slight whimpers heard exiting your throat.
âHeh, you look disappointed,â Gojo teases, âDonât worry, in my room weâre takinâ things slow,â He tells you, voice low in a whisper again, âIâm putting you on my mouth for a while.â
Youâve never had the pleasure of experiencing his tongue so youâre left wondering what thatâd be like, how messy of an eater Gojo probably is, how heâd do nothing but talk and talk and talk-
âYeah, ân then my fingers,â Gojo cuts off your thought process, âI know how much you love âem,â He points out.
You release a fucked-out little laugh, âMhm, and after?â
âAfter that?â Gojo sighs, leaning back and parting his legs a bit more before sliding his hands to hold your hips as he fucks his lengthy cock into you, âHmâŠ. Iâll make love to you,â He says.
Your jaw drops and you moan so beautifully, his eyes all over your face against the wall as he loses that slow pace of his and returns to the rough one.
âIâm gonna treat you carefully so you don't break,â Gojo explains, despite the current and constant shove of his cock into your sopping pussyâ you were making such a mess.
âH-Hnngh, hahh, ah⊠W-What about-, nngh⊠now?â You cry out in question.
He tilts his head, white hairs sticking to his forehead as sweat slicks along his body, âOh, what about now? Nah, right now Iâm in the mood of splitting you openâ you look hot in tears,â Gojo chuckles, his voice wavering ever so slightly.
He was seconds away from spilling into you but he somehow managed to hold himself back long enough.
âPlus, the shake in your legs feeds my ego,â He snickers, cockhead drilling into your filthy cunt so perfectly.
So much so that youâre blurting things out without thinking as he hits that one spot over and over, âFuuuck, right there⊠mmmmgh-, I love your cock-, ohmygodâŠâ You whine out mindlessly.
His hips stutter and Gojo chokes out a groan, âF-Fuck-, what?â
You shake your head and move a hand to your mouth, refusing to repeat that.
His brows tense and his pace is ruthless with you, senselessly pounding you into the wall as he leans closer, âMove your hand,â Gojo orders, his voice lower than before.Â
Your hand drops and you moan as he questions you further, âWhat the fuck did you just say?â He pants, âYou love my what?â
The last thing you wanted to do was say that again. It was unlike you but, you were far too out of it to care, âY-Your cock, mmh,â You hum out softly.
âYeah?â Gojo whines and it goes straight to your cunt. He almost came inside you, âYou love my cock?â He repeats, to which you nod, âFuckinâ sluuut. Of course you love my cock, I already knew that.â
That ego of his makes you send him a scowl, even with the constant moans leaving you and the harsh slap of his pelvis to your ass.
âI mean, youâve been makinâ a mess on my floor ever since I hit rightâŠâ Gojo shifts ever so slightly and urges his dick in somewhere specific, âThere, so⊠I already knew that, sweets.â
Youâve lost count of how many times you came on him or how many times your jaw has gone slack but both happen againâ face twisting up, eyes rolling back, and drool dripping off your chin.
âYouâre so cute when youâre all fucked out,â Gojo says, smiling at you. Another moan is heard as you make eye contact with him and he decides to tease you, âLook, I bet you canât even say my name properly.â
Scowling, âFuck you,â You breathe out, to which he keeps knocking into that mushy spot inside you, ââT-Toru,â You moan his nickname and it makes his smile widen.
âAww, câmon, say the whole thing,â Gojo teases, âSa-tor-u,â He emphasizes each syllable with a thrust and you think youâre about to fall over completely, âCâmon, you can do it.â
âSâtoru,â You slur out, tears dripping from your eyes.
Gojo pouts, âMmmh, close but not quite, try again.â
âH-Hahhh, Satoru, f-fu-uckâŠâ You finally manage out.
His smile is so sexy while he continues, âShit⊠youâre so hot-, fuckinâ perfect,â Gojo groans before tossing his head back.
Again and again and again he buries his inches inside of you. How long has it been? How is he even still going? You donât know, nor do you have the mental capacity to think about that right now.
Your own slick is dripping down your legs and you wouldnât even be standing up straight without his hands gripping onto your hips tight enough to leave marks, âF-Feels⊠nngh-, sâgood, aangh,â You moan within your cockdrunk stupor.
âYeahhhh?â Gojo chuckles, âWhoâs makinâ you feel good, huh?â He asks, head tipping down into place to watch you answer him.
âY-You, Satoru⊠mmh,â You hum, eyes on the verge of closing.
Thereâs a constant drip onto the floor below as Gojo bottoms you out, finding himself fucked out in the same manner as you. âUhuhh, fuuuuck. I love the way you moan my name,â He breathes out before leaning in toward you, âKiss me.â He orders.
Just barely do you angle your head back and he inches closer, cock beating into you and scrambling your insides so heavily as he messily presses his lips to yours.
A sloppy kiss is shared between the two of you and his thrusts begin to match that as he approaches his high. Gojoâs tongue is slithering into your mouth and heâs inhaling your moans and whines in such an eager way.
âMhm, attaâ girl,â Gojo whispers just as his lips pry away from yours. Then you watch tears gloss over his eyes as he whines-, almost whimpers, âF-Fuck, mâabout to cumâŠâ
Thereâs a filthy string of saliva hanging from his lips that connects to yours and both of you are gazing into each other's eyesâ watching how fucked out both of you are.Â
After a minute, Gojoâs whispering, âCan I-â
You just nod and whisper back before he even finishes, âCum inside me, âToru.â
And hell, heâs fucking his orgasm into you just as the words leave your lips. Gojoâs quietly whimpering against your lips as he does, his face flushed, pupils blown out, and pants pouring from his mouth as he does so.
Both of you were hot and sweaty and itâs not until heâs done that his hips stop moving and he groans in a pornographic manner.
You think your voice is gone and you can hardly imagine doing anything more than what just occurred. Any longer like that and you mightâve squirted-
âI love you,â Gojo suddenly breathes out, dick still inside you. Then he leans in and kisses you softly before saying it again, âI love you so much.â
You meet his hazy blue eyes, your pupils unknowingly dilated as you whisper to him, âMhm, I love you too, âToru.â
He choked and his brows furrowed, âW-What?â
Not even giving him a second to process, you mindlessly kiss him again but notice heâs frozen. A soft lick to his lips is felt and he blinks a few times.
âY-You what?â Gojo questions.
Again, you shut him up with a kiss but inside his mouth, youâre mumbling, âI love you.â
His hands slip up to your waist and the two of you are messily making out. Gojoâs fingers curl into your skin and heâs not letting you go now-, not ever.
Fuck leaving him tomorrow. Fuck the consequences thatâll come from this. Gojo Satoru wonât let you go after saying those three words to him.
Hence why heâs devouring your lips all over again before his cock slips out of you. Then, in one haste movement, heâs turning you around to face him, lifting you up, and moving to make out with you in a needy manner.
âYeahh,â Gojo breathes into your mouth, âMânever letting you go.â
âS-Satoru,â You stammer out, âI-â
âShut up,â Gojo cuts off, âFuck Choso. Fuck whatever you feel for him,â He blurts out. Oh heâs lost it, âYouâre staying here-, staying with me. Fuck anything and everything else-, fuck SukunaâŠâ The last part mumbled under his breath but you donât miss it.
âW-What?â You whine, brows furrowing.
Gojo shakes his head and starts carrying you off and toward the living room, âDonât worry about it, sweets,â He says. His tone is starting to worry you a little but your mind isnât yet all the way there, âItâs just you and me now⊠and forever, okay?â
You blink.
What the hell did you just do? Maybe...
Maybe you should've just left instead of giving in to temptation.
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Spread Your Wings- Part 1
This came from some very, very horny brainrot from a porn star by the name of Manuel Ferrara and got me thinking. And writing.
Pairing: PornStar!John Price x PornStar!fem!reader
Summary: Porn wasn't your ideal career choice, but here you were. Your manager has just contacted you saying a veteran of the field has requested to work with you as he winds down his career. The only issue? You've definitely gotten yourself off to him multiple times, leaving your professionalism in question. And John, well, John's not helping the situaiton with how he treats you.
CW: MDNI 18+ content, NSFW, porn industry inaccuracies, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), fantasy relationship, John being an absolute munch (duh), consent and check ins (because John is responsible in every universe)
Word Count: 4.9k
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It wasnât your first career choice, nor your second, third, or fourth. In fact, if you were honest with yourself, it was never even a thought. Yet here you were, several performances into your adult entertainment career and on a steady rise with a decent paycheque along with it. But you were yet to experience a big break, one that would just allow you to feel a little more settled, give you the standing to be pickier with the roles you selected to film. And you had feeling that this next one was going to be that breakthrough.Â
Holding your phone in your hand, you read and re-read the message from your manager that heâd sent you earlier in the day.Â
Got a personal request to film with you. John Price. Details listed below.Â
John Price. John fucking Price. That man practically owned the porn industry. One of the most popular male actors for almost the past couple of decades. Youâd be lying to yourself if you hadnât done a deep dive or two into his repertoire of videos on long, lonely nights with a bottle of wine and some toys to accompany you. Porn was one thing. John Price porn was another. He was older, hot, and had thick, veiny, mouthwatering cock that made you squeeze your thighs together every time you saw it. But that wasnât what had drawn you back to his videos time and time again. It was the way he seemed almost⊠tender. Rough, to be sure. But also, sweet.
 And he wanted to film with you. You. He had only released a few videos in the past year, slowly winding down his career to instead focus on his hobbies and other interests. Or at least thatâs what his team had told the media.Â
The document your manager had attached to the text was a simple call sheet with the basic run down of the shoot. It was nothing you hadnât done before. In fact, it seemed vanilla in comparison to most porn, but thatâs what John Price was known for. Soft sex. Romantic sex. Pussy pleasingâ if you wanted to be a little crass, but that was the reason he was a massive hit with the audience. Youâd also heard from other co-stars that he was incredible to work with. Charming, attentive, and made sure his partners always felt comfortable.Â
And he requested you?Â
That was the part that stunned you the most. You stared at the two names on the call sheet, his name directly next to yours under the subheading âcastâ. You blinked, wondering if youâd imagined it. But your name remained, and you were meeting with him inâ you glanced at the time and swore. Less than an hour before you had to be on site and the drive took a good twenty minutes on a good day.Â
Hopping into the shower, you knew youâd have time to prep on site, but there was something in you that wanted to make a good impression on your costar, craved making a good impression to someone as decorated and well-respected as John Price in the industry.Â
***
As your manager was walking with you to the meeting room, you realised youâd never actually met John Price before. Sure, youâd seen him around at a few work events, but he was a rare sight at social gatherings these days. You could feel the nerves bubbling underneath your skin as your manager scrolled on his phone, muttering comments under his breath as he went.Â
âPretty much one of his last videos. Or at least thatâs what his manager said. Iâm honestly surprised he chose you over someone more well known, but itâs great for your career.â The subtle dig wasnât missed on you, but there was some truth to your managerâs words, and youâd been thinking the exact same. Why had he chosen to work with you, someone practically unknown to him? Maybe it was a question youâd never have an answer to as you stopped outside of the door, fixing your hair unconsciously before pushing the door open.Â
He was already in the room, sitting next to his own manager, Kate if you remembered correctly, with the director at the head of the table. Smiling at the group, you ducked your head and mumbled a couple of apologies about being late as you hurried to your seat, directly across from him. There was a general murmur from the room acknowledging your apologies before returning to their conversations. You swallowed thickly as you raised your head, meeting his deep blue eyes as he stared at you, the corners crinkled as a wide smile stretched over his face, a smile, it seemed, that was just for you.
âHey sweetheart, lovely to meet you. Iâm John.â He spoke lowly, quietly, as though to the of you were sharing a secret. His voice was rough but soothing, exactly like it had been in all the videos youâd watched of him. Crossing your legs, you held out your hand to shake his with your own shy grin as you introduced yourself.Â
âItâs an honour to be working with you, John.â It wasnât a lie. You had a lot to gain from working with him. Just having your name on the call sheet was enough to open doors for you. The director was Nikolai, who youâd never worked with before, but you knew he was a good friend of Johnâs. He also shook your hand before getting the meeting underway, outlying the expectations, and going over the general script. There wasnât much to the story, like most of Johnâs scenes, but you werenât complaining. Little story meant less lines to remember and John tended to improv. Next was an overall brief of safety, a rundown of yours and Johnâs likes and dislikes during scenes before everything started to wrap up.
 Once signing the consent forms, your manager stood up, nodding to you as he collected the form along with Kate and Nikolai.Â
âIâll leave you two to it.â He spoke. Your brows furrowed, feeling your heart race as you glanced over at John who shot you a warm smile. Â
âJohn prefers to talk to his scene partners one on one beforehand.â Kate explained, patting her colleague on the shoulder. âSomething heâs always done. Allows you to get to know each other a little better.âÂ
âOh.â Your voice was small, but you nodded as the trio left the room, leaving you alone with someone youâve gotten off to before.Â
âI know itâs a little unconventional, but I feel like it smooths things out for the scene.â He explains gently, pouring two glasses of water and passing one to you. âIâve seen your work. Youâre good. I liked the one you did with Johnny.â People often think that working in adult entertainment rids you of awkward modesty, but here you were, face heating and glancing away from the older man as he fully admitted to watching your scenes and was complimenting you on your performance.
Your scene with Johnny had been enjoyable, which had been a rare occurrence in your experience in the field. It was a job after all, not filled with screaming pleasure like scenes often displayed. But Johnny had made it easy, fun. Kept the mood lighthearted during the retakes and scene cuts.Â
âItâs probably been one of my favourites to date. Johnny was good to work with. I know youâve worked with him before.â John nodded.Â
âA couple of times for threesomes and gang bangs when he was first starting out. But I stopped doing group scenes once he got on his feet. Wasnât really my thing.â He shrugged, eyes carefully watching you even as he lifted the glass to his mouth. You hummed, pursing your lips, and interlocking your fingers. Letting out a huff, John placed the glass down and reached out, resting one of his large hands over yours, thumb caressing your knuckles.Â
âYouâre okay, sweetheart. I know the reputation my name can bring but I assure you, anything youâre not comfortable with, itâs off the table.â Your shoulders relaxed as your head lifted, a genuine smile on your face.Â
âThanks, John. I just⊠youâre very seasoned in the field.â You winced at the word choice, but he chuckled, standing up to walk around the table and take a seat next to you.Â
âWith my expertise comes the ability to adjust things to my liking. Itâs why I work with Nikolai. He knows how I work, lets me run the show really and works his mastery by getting the angles that make me look mildly flattering.âÂ
âYouâre flattering from all angles, John.â At the compliment, he raised his brow, eyes trailing down your body for a moment before snapping back up to yours.Â
âSeen my work, have you?â He teased, the smile turning cocky as he leaned back in his chair, rested his cheek on his fist. You shot him a look of your own, which answered everything. âSo, you know how I tend to conduct my scenes?âÂ
âYou like to please your viewers.â You answered confidently (answering questions about your scene partners sex scenes is something both normal to want and possible to do, right? You might even get a good grade.) âYour tendency to lean towards softer sex brings in a more female-dominant audience.â The smile reaches his eyes, lighting them up in a way you found particularly charming.Â
âI like to please pussy. An important distinction.â He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. âItâs why I became more selective about my scene partners.âÂ
You were thankful your legs were already crossed over, covering the urge to squeeze your thighs together at the lowering of his tone. A question nagged in the back of your mind. Why you? But you werenât confident enough to ask it.
âHow do you want the scene to run?â You asked instead, turning the conversation back a little more professional. John shrugged.Â
âI like to let things flow semi-naturally. Enjoy a lot of sensual touching and kissing. Iâm getting older so I donât enjoy the rough and fast constant fucking like I used to. Also, a lot harder to keep it going for that long.â He glanced over at you out of the corner of his eye. âBesides, I find my scene partner enjoys it more when thereâs a lot more sensual physical contact involved.â
âAnd how would you know that?â Your voice was coyer than you felt, leaning towards him as you placed your elbow on the arm rest. His head tilted the expression on his face overwhelmingly cocky as he snorted.Â
His voice lowered to a velvety purr. Iâve become good at reading people, sweetheart. I can tell the difference when people fake feeling good, and whoâs actually into it. If Iâm going to spend my time coming into a studio, I want to enjoy the dayâs work, and for my partner to as well.âÂ
The hairs on your arms stood on end as his voice lowered, his eyes boring into yours as he waited patiently for you to respond. Running your tongue along the line of your teeth, you processed his words.Â
âHow do you know that weâll work out, though? Weâve never worked together before. Wouldnât it be easier doing a scene like this with someone youâre more comfortable with?âÂ
âSweetheart,â John shuffled forward on the chair, placing a reassuring hand on your thigh, thumb tracing over the inside of your knee. âIâve watched your work; seen what scenes you feel more comfortable with. Had Kate speak to your manager too, to get an idea of what your preferences were. I think weâll work out fine.âÂ
âYou asked about me?â Your eyes were fixed on where his hand rested, looking at the thickness of his fingers and swallowing.Â
âI like to know who Iâm working with. But I also had to listen to Johnny talk about you for hours after his scene. Thought I should take the buck down a peg and show him how a real veteran pleases a lady.â His breathing was levelled and composed, the complete opposite to yours, allowing him to hear exactly how much he was affecting you. You swallowed thickly as you tried to keep some semblance of professionalism while his thumb rubbed slow circles into your thigh, and you began to worry about the state of your panties.
âItâs porn, John.â You whispered, eyes blinking rapidly as you tried to surreptitiously shift in your seat. âItâs acting, itâs a job.âÂ
âDoesnât have to be, sweets. Who says you canât enjoy your work? Especially when youâre good at it, huh?â His smile broadened as he lifted his free hand to smooth over the bristles of his thick beard. Squeezing your thigh one last time before standing up, cupping your chin to ensure your head follows his movements.Â
âYou can back out at any time. Just say the word. But until then, Iâll see you in 30 on set, yeah? Youâll find your uniform in your change-room.â Two fingers tapped your cheek before he stepped out of the room, leaving you alone, hot, and bothered. Thank fuck for the change of clothes. Hopefully you wouldnât soak through these panties as well, but after all, it is porn.
Taking a bit of time to freshen yourself up, you stood, staring down at the so-called âuniformâ John had told you about. A thin satin slip nightdress with some lacy white underwear, bra foregone. You couldnât help but feel your heart in your throat at the thought of John specifically picking out the piece with you in mind. Surely, heâd done this with all of his costars.Â
As you thought back to each of his videos, trying to recall what each of them had been wearing, unwarranted jealousy filled your head instead and you squeezed your eyes tight. He was a costar. Nothing more. This was his job. He was many years your senior. It was silly, childish, and petty to get jealous over the other people heâd slept with, especially professionally. But heâd chosen you to film with, and that stirred some primal, possessive part of you, and you slid the silk over you, wondering how thick fingers might rip it off.
A knock at the door pulled you out of your head, snapping you into gear as you changed. Pulling it open, you saw Kate standing there waiting. Her gaze remained professional as she admired the dress.Â
âIt suits you well. Johnâs always had a good eye for things like that. Come, letâs head to set.â Walking at a steady pace, you kept the conversation flowing.Â
âDoes John usually do things like this?â You pointed down at the dress, trying to keep your tone neutral. Kate laughed lightly, shaking her head.Â
âNot always. Usually only with his favourites.â She gazed at you out of the corner of her eye. âBut heâs so winding down on his career, so maybe heâs just in a generous mood.â There was something in her tone that left you feeling slightly baffled, no closer to understanding the reason why heâd picked this out for you.Â
Stepping into the studio, the first person you noticed was John, dressed in a button-down shirt with fitted slacks. He whistled lowly, eyes unabashedly roaming over your figure.Â
âLook at you. Knew that colour would suit you well. Come. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can enjoy ourselves, yeah?â He held out a hand, motioning towards the set.
âYou didnât have to.â You breathed, glancing down at the dress. âBut I really appreciate the gesture. Almost makes me feel bad for not getting anything for you.â Taking his hand, he leads you towards the bedroom set, where you were playing his partner in an established relationship, waiting for him to come home late from work.Â
âThe gift is working with you, sweets, and looking so perfect in that dress.â His stare was a little hungrier this time, raking over your body. Squeezing your hand, he stepped back behind the camera as Nikolai motioned for the scene to begin.
***
As you stood leaning over the kitchen bench, you hear John step onto the set, placing down the empty prop briefcase as he sighed heavily.Â
âHey, sweetheart. Iâm home.â A hand clasped over your hip as he pulled you towards him, burying his face in your neck. Reaching up, you cupped the back of his head, humming softly as you tilted your pelvis back against his. His fingers dug into your hip firmly, a deep rumble in his throat probably not audible enough to be picked up by the microphone.Â
âWelcome home, honey. Did you have a good day?Â
âBetter now that Iâm here.â He replied almost instantly, body hands now cupping your body, breath heavy on your skin as he trailed his fingers up and down the lines of your body. âEspecially when my wife is lookinâ so pretty in what I bought her.âÂ
His⊠wife? That hadnât been specified in the script. Sure, it said an established relationship, but there was something that stirred inside you at the sound of that word coming from his mouth in reference to you. And so, you played along.Â
âGotta make sure I look pretty for my husband, donât I?â You purred, turning your head to his as you grinned, pressing your lips to his temple, nails dragging over his scalp.Â
âAlways look pretty, lovey. Pretty for me, hmm?â God he really was good at making his costars feel wanted, pinging the right receptors in your brain that craved this for real. You moaned prettily, arching your back for both John and the camera as his hands slid up your front, thick fingers ghosting teasingly over your breasts as he mouthed at your neck. Whimpering, you placed one hand over his, trying to urge his hand down, but he tittered in your ear.Â
âSo desperate, arenât you? Donât worry, youâll get what you want. Just let me play with you first, yeah?â You nodded at him as you glanced over your shoulder. There was no way you were going to say no, not with the way his large hands were running over your body, tugging the pathetic excuse for clothing as he went. Your lashes fluttered as his lips sealed over your neck, sucking softly as he ground his erection into your ass.Â
God he was already hard. The voice of reason in the back of your head told you heâd most likely taken viagra like a lot of the men did to keep it up for so long, but the fantasy you were playing through your head liked to think it was all you. Letting out another low growl, John bared his teeth, biting into your neck before sucking soothingly.Â
âNo marking!â You heard your manager exclaim in the background, before being hushed by Nikolai.Â
âDonât interrupt. He knows what heâs doing.â
As if to spite your manager further, John swept your hair away, latching onto the other side of your neck, drawing out a soft moan as you clung to his short hair, encouraging him further.Â
âYes! Please! Mark me as yours.â John presses his weight against you, causing you to fall forward onto your elbows on the bench. Hands cupped the globes of your ass roughly as he pressed a line of kisses down your exposed spine.Â
âMy pretty fuckinâ wife, arenât ya?â His voice was thick with desire as his fingers teased the hem of your dress, scrunching it up until it lifted over your ass. John groaned as he revealed the swell of your cheeks, the thin straps of the white thong heâd bought barely covering anything. âLook at you. So fuckinâ pretty. Too fuckinâ pretty for me. Canât believe you married me. Iâm so lucky to have you, sweets. Perfect girl fâme ainât cha?âÂ
Your head was spinning as the words of praise kept coming. Bent over the kitchen bench, ass on display for him, and held down by one of his strong arms made you feel incredibly vulnerable yet secure in a way you hadnât felt filming before.Â
âOne leg up for me?â He tapped the outside of your thigh, and you hitched it up obediently, knee resting on the bench to expose yourself further to him. John let out a low breath as he sunk to his knees between your spread legs. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a camera following his movements and so, like youâd been taught, you clenched, causing your clothed cunt to throb for the camera. And for John. You heard him chuckle and glanced over your shoulder to see him staring up at you with a brow raised.Â
âCheeky thing.âÂ
His hands ran up the backs of your legs, causing you to shiver in anticipation. His breath was close to where you wanted him and you whined in response, tilting your hips back ever so slightly to display your soaked underwear better for the camera. At that movement, John clicked his tongue and slapped your ass.Â
âThis pussyâs mine, yâhear?â He growled almost possessively, fingers digging into the backs of your thighs, keeping your legs spread for him. âLook at you. So wet and eager for me, huh? Bought you these pretty knickers and youâve already ruined them.â One finger gently traced along the length of your clothed slit, and you keened, trying to push your hips back to gain more friction, but his other arm wrapped around your hips, pinning them to the cold bench.Â
âDonât get greedy now, sweetheart. Youâll get what you want, just let me admire you first.â Already, your legs were trembling as his thumb brushed against your clit. Gasping a little excessively for the camera, you bit your lip, fingers pressing into the stone below you as you felt him lift up the soaked underwear and pull them to the side.Â
âOh love.â He cooed, blowing gently on your sensitive, exposed skin. âYouâre so wet. Have I been neglecting my duties as your husband? Not been treatinâ my wife right and leaving her desperate and utterly drenched. You been wet and wanting all day, sweets?â Though you couldnât see his face, you could hear the smirk in his voice, hear the cockiness as even he knew you were this wet for him naturally.Â
Moaning in affirmation, you shook your ass in his face. âGod please⊠need your mouth on me, sir. Need it so badly.â He chuckled, thumb returning to brush against your clit, this time with no fabric in the way.Â
âBeing so polite, love. You really do want it, huh? My mouth on your pretty pussy? Look at it. So swollen and needy.â Gritting your teeth in impatience, you glanced over your shoulder, meeting his cocky gaze as lips pulled into a smirk.Â
âPlease, I need your mouth on me. Iâm so wet for you. Want your tongue in my cunt.â The smirk faded slightly from his face and his eyes narrowed as he stared up at you for a moment. One finger steadily tapped against your thigh as time seemed to ooze by. Gulping, your brows furrowed, unsure if youâd said something wrong, but then he winked and leaned forward, licking a fat stripe up your slit.Â
Breath hitching at the sudden movement, a broken moan left your lips as your eyes fluttered closed. Your body clenched as your hips twitched, angling them slightly to follow Johnâs tongue. Chuckling darkly, John whispers into your cunt, your own ears barely able to pick up the words.Â
âThereâs the real you, sweetheart. Gimme more of that.â
The soft whimpering from your mouth just urged him on, his tongue licking broad strokes over your cunt before he slid his fingers between your labia, spreading them to flick the tip of his tongue delicately over your clit. Jumping at the direct stimulation, you tried to pull away from him, but his arm still held firm over your hips.Â
âNone of that now, love. Youâll take what I give you like my good little plaything, yeah?âÂ
âOh fuckâŠâ You whispered under your breath, eyes fluttering as you nodded. Taking that as permission, he dove back in, lavishing your cunt like he was starved. His tongue dragged up the length of your slit before plunging in to taste you deeply, thumb working over your clit. Then, he kissed his way down so his lips could replace his thumb, sealing themselves over the bundle of nerves, sucking and flicking it at the same time.Â
The bristles of his facial hair burned the insides of your thighs pleasurably as he buried his face into your wet pussy, nose prodding your hole as his mouth continued to work you over. His hands ran up your legs, caressed the backs of your thighs, and over your ass to spread your cheeks wider, giving him more room to work with.Â
âJohn⊠oh my god John please!â You buried your face into the crook of your elbow as you moaned pitifully, feeling a genuine orgasm rising much faster than you were expecting.Â
âLift your head up!â The sharp voice of your manager broke you out of the fantasy and propelled you back to the reality of the moment. You were at work, filming. This wasnât for personal pleasure; it was meant to be marketable for audiences. Lifting your head up, you tipped it back slightly, putting on a face for the camera as you moaned, not that you needed to fake much with the way John was devouring you.Â
Snarling at the interruption of your manager, Johnâs fingers dug tighter into the meat of your ass, tongue swirling around your clit in sharp circles as he groaned, the vibrations running through your body, causing you to press your hips back onto his face. A guttural noise rumbled in his chest as you did so, and he pulled away. John was panting heavily as he stared at you swollen, wet cunt, eagerly twitching and throbbing for more.Â
âYou have no idea how fucking good you taste, do you love?â His voice was gruff, lustful as he ran two fingers through your folds once more, spreading them to reveal your cunt so he could spit, and then plunge two fingers into you. Almost immediately, he hooked them expertly, just right to press insistently against that spongy spot inside you as he trailed soft kisses along your inner thighs. His beard was soaked with your juices, leaving the feeling of sticky wetness behind as he returned to your clit.Â
Sucking in air, you felt your body beginning to slide over the smooth surface of the bench as your body temperature rose. Johnâs mouth returned to your sex, teeth gently grazing over the hood of your clit before pressing his tongue against you and sucking. Letting out a high-pitched wail, you felt yourself clenching around his fingers, hips bucking into his mouth as he continued to pleasure you. Unable to find purchase on anything stable, you gripped your own hair, throwing your head back as you moaned loudly, feeling your inevitable climax approaching.Â
It wasnât like you hadnât orgasmed at work before, but it wasnât common. And when it had happened, it certainly wasnât this intense. Heart beating rapidly and your breathing quickened as the tandem effort of his fingers and mouth brought you closer. John could tell too, with the way he kept the same rhythm of his fingers and mouth, letting out muffled groans when he felt your pussy squeeze around his digits. You felt your entire body clenching before spasming, your orgasm rushing through your body as you twitched and jerked uncontrollably.Â
âFuck John⊠fuck!â You moaned lewdly, remembering to at least roll your eyes back excessively for the sake of the camera, when all you wanted to do was bury your face into your arm as your body shook from the intensity of your climax.Â
John had pulled his mouth back, working you through your release with his fingers inside you and his thumb on your clit. Your juices dribbled down his arm and between your legs, puddling on the floor below you as he crooned.Â
âOh, fuck look at you. Fuckinâ squirting for me ân all. Good fucking girl. Good fucking girl! Knew you could do it. Youâre so fucking hot, love. Wish I coulda seen that pretty face as you came like that.â He pressed soft kisses to your thigh between his sweet, vulgar words, fingers slapping gently over your clit to extend your orgasm for as long as possible before you jerked, the overstimulation settling in.Â
Withdrawing and rising to his full height, John flipped you around effortlessly, so you were on your back and tugged you close. He wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled your body up by the back of your neck so he could seal his mouth over yours. Trying to fight the urge to simply go limp, you gripped onto his thick arms, but you could feel yourself sagging. Noticing, John pulled back, resting his forehead on yours.Â
âNeed a break, sweets?â He whispered, his voice earnest, and you knew he was looking out for you. His grip tightened around you, making sure he was holding you steady as you made up your mind.Â
âI think so.â You nodded, sucking in breaths to try and calm your racing heart. âHavenât cum that hard in a while, sir. I think Iâll need a breather.â He hummed, pressing a reassuring kiss to your cheek before signalling Nikolai over your shoulder. You heard the director yell to cut as John ran his fingers down your arms soothingly.Â
âTell me what you need.â
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