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[catiuskaa]

need you to [Lee] Know.

SUMMARY: minho loves you: to him, it’s as clear as water. Its only after he finds out that you’re starting to doubt it—he needs you to know just how much.

REQUESTED! here by an anonnie. I hope you like it, pookie, ‘cause I had fun doing this! <3

CW: slight hurt/comfort if you squint, but it’s just fluffy fluffy lino being really down bad and not knowing how to grasp it tbh which just gives me my serotonin dosis for the rest of the month lol

WC: 1.2k

A/N: also omfg kats posting two requests on the same day? that’s right baby, look at me go! 🤩🤩🤩

[🔅★🌼★🔅]

Minho was not the type to show his affection.

He comes off more like a shy kitten that slowly gets used to you, your sweet smell and how soft your touch feels, and then slowly opens up.

“But, uh… can I be real with you for a sec?”

It’s a feminine voice with a strong accent. He can hear it comming from your room, and the slight glitchiness of it makes it obvious that it’s a phone call set on speaker.

“Sure.” He can almost see you shrug, but he just closes the main door as soft as he can, pleading for the cats to stay silent for a little bit longer.

Minho can’t exactly place together why he’s overhearing your phone call. He knows who you’re calling, he can recognize Chan’s sister by her tone. But still, he keeps quiet, gently placing his bag down and silently taking his shoes off.

“I just— and don’t get me wrong, but, your boyfriend kinda seems… bored of you.”

What? Minho has to hold back a scoff, remaining as still as a statue next to the front door. He’s waiting for you to deny it.

“You think so?”

And then, he frowns, because you didn’t. Instead, your tone sounded hesitant. Dubious.

As if you weren’t sure if Minho loved you.

“You say he keeps cancelling your plans together. He has stopped making time for you. Like, girl, you can’t remember when was the last time he told you he loved you.”

Hannah pauses, and that only makes it worse, because it lets every word sink in.

“I uh, well. I ain’t gonna say that he should throw flowers at you every single second, but, uh, you know.”

He can only hear you groan loudly, almost picturing that cute motion you usually did when he meaningly teased you, taking your hair and covering your face with it.

“Can’t say anything for sure with him,” Hannah adds. “But, just by what you’re saying…”

Minho’s heart clenches tightly in his chest. He doesn’t want to keep hearing this... this nonsense. God, he loves you. And you… can’t see it? Frowning, he starts walking to your room, but his movements end in a halt, his hand just above the doorknob, threatening to grasp it and fully open the door.

“Girl, it’s gotta be late down there. Sorry this whole call was about me.” Your chuckle comes off slightly dry. “I’ll talk to you later, ‘kay? Go get some good sleep.” Your tone just screams how bad you’re feeling, and it just makes his chest swell with guilt that slowly creeps up his body.

Maybe he had been taking you for granted?

He opens the door as soon as you press the red button, sighing loudly after ending the call. When you see him, you jump in your place, startled by his presence, and you stand up awkwardly.

“Minho!” You say in a squirm. He can’t help but cringe slightly.

“No.” His tone sounds childish, like a petty toddler who didn’t want to eat the carrots in their lunch.

You frown slowly, the slightly wary grimace melting on your face, allowing a soft confusion to step in.

“No what?” You mutter.

He walks to you slowly, and grabs your hand, taking it to his chest, pressing it flat against his clothed skin, over his heart. You can feel his heartbeat, a not-too-slow rhythm: thump, thump, thump.

“Call me by a pet name. Any pet name.” He says, his tone equally firm and soft. “Call me by a pet name and say you love me.”

He’s serious, but god, so fucking nervous. His brain is slowly melting away because he’s so bad with words and he isn’t sure any action could be enough. He’s already blushing.

“I, huh… I love you, jagi.” You mumble, still confused.

And even if you don’t say it as fondly as always, or if your smile isn’t beaming like how it usually did, you can feel his heartbeat quickening.

“You can feel it, right?” His eyes are soft and worried.

Oh, God. You just know you’ve gotta be pouting. It’s hard to react with words, and the only thing you can fathom doing is linking your arms behind his nape and sinking your face on the crook of his neck.

“Min, I’m so sorry.”

“N-no, kitten.” He mumbles, hugging you tightly too. “I am the one who’s sorry.”

He breathes in, drowning in your soft fragrance. Home. It’s you, it’s warm, and he loves it.

He loves you.

So, he says it. He has to say it. He can’t not say it.

“I love you.”

And it feels so good to let it out that he chuckles. He has to say it again. “I love you.” And again. “God, I love you.” Just once more. “I love you so much.” He’s giggling like a fool, but he’s a fool in love, and that makes him blush even more. “I can’t not love you. Not loving you would turn everyday into Mondays. Like, I can get it tattoed if you want me to. I just. I love you so much that ‘I love you’ can’t even—.”

You move from his shoulder, now facing him, and you cradle his face, pulling him in a kiss that’s so sweet that threatens to give both of you type 1 diabetes.

“Y-you’re crying.” Minho mumbles, softly brushing the stray tears away with his thumb.

“It’s your fault, silly.” You sniff, giggling too. “How can you say stuff like that?”

Your heart is beating like crazy, the butterflies in your stomach are multiplying by seconds and in your cheeks glistens a bright and deep shade of pink.

You want to say it too. But in his own way.

So, you take his hand and settle it on your chest. Right above your heart.

It’s a rapid thump thump thump that Minho feels right away. He can’t help but smile widely.

“I super-mega-love you.” He teases, picking you up in between his arms.

You’re laughing, squirming in his hold.

“Lee Minho! Put me down!”

But he just grips your body tighter to his, and walking as if you weighted nothing, heading towards your bed, plopping you down there.

“Good girl.” He snickers, and you blush even further. Minho takes your chin tenderly and pecks your lips. For a moment, certain kind of idea flashes through his head, but he just kissed you again, following his previous thought.

He opens your closet with a toothy grin, and halfly eyes the window before picking up a random shirt, a grey hoodie that used to be his, a dark skirt and your thigh-high socks, going as far as to the suspenders for you.

He then turns to face you, his eyes glowing. He can’t wait to see you all dolled up. Minho feels like a teenager, and he loves it.

“You have twenty minutes.”

You blink at him, and you can’t help but smile, confused.

“I’m taking your cute ass to a date.”

It may not be an instant fix to the struggles to your relationship, but as you two walk down the beach, looking for colourful rocks that match each other’s eye colour, you know that he’s worth fighting for.

Regarding Minho, he happily hums to himself, eyes glued to your figure as you cackle and run in the beach, as you look behind you and giggle at the prints your boots leave in the humid sand.

He smiles, running towards you, tackling you and holding you in his arms.

He’s not letting go anytime soon.

~Kats, who always struggles to choose a picture for the fics because istg lino looks good in every single moment!!

[luna-azzurra]

do you have any tips for writing arguments/fights?

Before you write an argument, know why each character is upset. Understanding their motivations will make the conflict feel authentic.

What are their personal stakes? What do they stand to lose or gain?

What are their emotional buttons? What specifically sets them off?

Keep Dialogue Realistic, Arguments often involve interrupted sentences, raised voices, and heightened emotions.

People often cut each other off in heated arguments. Use dashes or ellipses to show interruptions.

Use short, sharp sentences to convey anger or frustration.

Don’t be afraid to use exclamation points sparingly to show yelling or intense emotions.

Example:"I can't believe you did that!" she shouted. "I had no choice!" he interrupted, throwing up his hands. "You never listen to me!"

Show, Don’t Just Tell, Body language and physical actions can add a lot to an argument. Show how characters are feeling through their actions:

Clenched fists, crossed arms, pacing, or avoiding eye contact can show tension.

A character might slam a door, throw something, or storm out.

Flushed cheeks, narrowed eyes, or a furrowed brow can convey anger or frustration.

Build Tension Gradually, Arguments often escalate rather than start at full intensity. Build the tension step by step.

Start with a minor disagreement or a tense conversation.

Let the argument build as each character becomes more invested and emotional.

Reach a peak where the characters are at their most heated and emotional.

Decide whether the argument resolves or leaves characters estranged.

Use Emotional Beats, Incorporate moments of realization, regret, or empathy within the argument. These emotional beats can add depth:

A character might have a sudden realization in the middle of the argument.

Show a character feeling immediate regret after saying something hurtful.

A character might momentarily see the other’s point of view, even if they don’t fully agree.

Reflect the Stakes, Make sure the argument reflects the stakes of the story. The higher the stakes, the more intense the argument should be. If it’s a minor disagreement, keep it low-key. If it’s a life-changing issue, let the emotions and tension run high.

Vary the Pacing Not all arguments need to be fast and furious. Vary the pacing to reflect the ebb and flow of real conversations, Use quick back-and-forth dialogue for intense moments. Allow for pauses where characters collect their thoughts or calm down slightly before the next surge of emotion.

Consider the Aftermath, Think about the consequences of the argument. How does it affect the characters and their relationships moving forward?

Are characters feeling guilty, relieved, or still angry?

Does the argument bring characters closer, or does it drive a wedge between them?

Example of a Written Argument

"You never take my side!" Luana shouted, her voice echoing in the small apartment. "That's not true," Jamil replied, his tone defensive. "I just don't think you’re being reasonable." "Reasonable?" She laughed bitterly, crossing her arms. "You call ignoring my feelings reasonable?" "I'm not ignoring your feelings!" Jamil snapped, taking a step closer. "I just think you're overreacting." "Overreacting?" Luana's face flushed with anger. "You always say that! Every single time I bring up something important!" "Well, maybe if you didn't blow things out of proportion—" "Don't you dare say that!" she interrupted, her voice trembling. "I can't talk to you when you're like this." "Fine," he muttered, turning away. "Maybe we shouldn’t talk at all."

[satosugusandwich]

His Angel and His Brat

Part 1!!! Part 2

Hard!Dom!Geto x Brat!Gojo x obedient!afab!reader

(I also try to write my fics to be racially ambiguous! No mention of skin tone or hair type!)

Summary: Gojo is a mega-brat to y/n and Suguru and likes to push buttons cuz he can so Suguru decides to overstimulate Gojo until he thinks he’s broken. (Key word: thinks.) To add to Gojo’s humiliation, he ensures that the reader is getting princess treatment while watching Gojo suffer endlessly. But, of course, things don’t always go as planned with Satoru Gojo.

CW and whatnots: Overstimulation, vibrators, cuffs, finger sucking, condescending!geto, usage of the word “cock”, gojo’s boundless stamina and cocky attitude, anal play, cum licking (off the floor and gojos pp) praise, cocksucking, angel ass reader that ends up in trouble cuz gojo can’t shut his mouth, geto is actually so mean to gojo but so soft cuz he’s actually a teddy bear dw. Use of “brat, princess, angel.” There will be aftercare in future parts cuz imagine leaving pathetic satoru a cum drenched mess. Poor baby. :(((

There will be additional tags in future parts. This is how I cope with ch 236.

Suguru runs his thumb along your bottom lip, licking his own lips while you whimper. Your pretty eyes fixated on his blushing face and half-lidded eyes. He looks at you with so much lust and is so gentle with you, just so in love with how much you please him and how willing you are to do what he wants. You eagerly await him and his orders, always ready to obey.

But.

“Suguru!”

Satoru’s cry makes his face go from pure admiration to utterly sadistic. “Satoru.” He says, looking at the man to the right of you, the same man that’s panting and whining as the vibrator in his tight hole runs relentlessly. “Jealously doesn’t look very good on you.” He grins and hits a button on the small remote he holds in his hand that isn’t occupied with your mouth.

“Fuck—FUCK!” Satoru’s eyes clench shut, the whirring sound coming from his bottom getting faster and bit more high pitched. You’re grateful you aren’t in his position, you don’t know if you could handle Suguru having full control of how much pleasure you get to feel. Especially if that pleasure is ongoing… and nonstop.

Satoru looked unusually pathetic and… weak. It’s insane to think that the so called strongest sorcerer, the cocky, the arrogant, the man on top, bends to the will of his pretty best friend. Suguru’s change in character comes as a shock too. The sweet, soft-spoken, gentle, and empathetic sorcerer is now grinning down at his partner, showing no mercy, no kindness, and is only sending Satoru into deeper throes of overwhelming pleasure. You almost didn’t want to look at Satoru, what if Suguru surmised you wanted the same treatment. Would he show you mercy?

“Now, now,” Suguru muses, “if you can beg me properly, I’ll stop your torment. And of course you’ll need to apologize to Y/n and I for being such an impatient little shit.” He chuckles softly and withdraws his thumb from your mouth. “She’s being so well-behaved while you whine and whine and cry and cry about how much it is.” He mocks him, furrowing his eyebrows together in a false pity. “I suppose I should expect it, after all, you’ve cum how many times? That pressure against—“ Suguru crouches as he speaks “—your prostate—“ he runs the tip of his fingers up Satoru’s base “—it’s been nonstop for 30 minutes now.”

You can’t help but watch as Suguru’s hand starts to stroke Satoru now, giving expert attention to his neglected yet tortured cock. Suguru notices how you eyeball his actions and can’t help but smile wider.

“Ah, do you feel left out?” His false pity changes back to his gentle expression. “It’s alright, princess, why don’t you show Satoru how impressed you are with his stamina. Give him a little reward?”

Suguru is evil.

“I don’t think he could take it, Sugu.” You answer honestly.

He looks a bit disappointed but he relents his ministrations. “I suppose you’re right. But he still owes us an apology before his punishment ends.”

You nod and meet Satoru’s eyes. He can barely speak as his next orgasm approaches. “I-I’m so—“ his body is shaking. “I’m so sorry! I’ve been so—Suguru—so impatient! Please, I’m so so soo!!! So sorry!” He’s almost in tears now, you can tell Suguru is even beginning to feel pity for his best friend and his brat.

“Ahh… cum one more time and I’ll take it out. Show me you deserve mercy by pleading. Plead for mercy.” Suguru’s fingers tug at your nipples now, clearly losing interest in Satoru’s torment. You know that you aren’t being punished, but seeing Suguru like this… makes you a little weary.

“Please please!” Satoru repeats the word over and over. “I’m so sorry! Please, mercy!” He keeps prattling on, thrusting into the air as he struggles to keep together.

“Y/n.” Suguru looks to you. “Clean up his next mess for me. Lick his cock clean and then it’ll be your turn.”

Satoru starts to mumble and moan out different variations of thank yous and Suguru’s name as he reaches his final high. And when he cums, It’s a mess. Semen spills from his cock and your immediately there to catch it. Suguru’s eyes widen, absolutely loving your eagerness to take his cum down your throat.

“Good boy, good girl.” He pets your head and clicks the toy off, causing Satoru’s to collapse completely, his body weight bearing into the now standing legs of Suguru. He catches his breath, still whimpering as Suguru pets his head. Satoru looks you in the eyes, his beauty keeping your gaze fixated on his body. His six eyes are a little red, probably from the tears that he held back, and his body is flushed beautifully, his pretty cock slowly going soft as he does his best to calm down.

Satoru relaxes back on his knees while Suguru goes behind him to remove the toy from his ass and undo Satoru’s hand cuffs. You breathe a sigh of relief for him, always impressed by Satoru’s unwavering stamina and attitude. You wondered how Satoru enjoyed pissing Geto off so much, does he really enjoy these punishments that much? Suguru seemingly loves the after effects of a good punishment, his adoration of Satoru is evident in the way he kisses his head and gently rubs his back while Satoru regains his strength.

As much as you love watching, you are wondering why Suguru invited you to observe Satoru’s punishment. You’re not really complaining and it definitely isn’t the first time you’ve seen it, but, all you’ve had is a thumb in your mouth and a little bit of cocksucking. After all, Suguru can’t ever stay entirely focused on Satoru, he needs some pleasure himself.

Satoru seems to be wondering the same thing. “So, baby, why did you bring her in to watch?” He asks, rising from his knees to give them a break.

Suguru looks down at you. “Just on a whim.” He strokes your face before looking back toward his brat. “And I’ve noticed you get more worked up with an arousing audience.”

“Well, wouldn’t you if she was licking your cum from the floor?” Satoru grumbled, sitting on the bed.

Suguru turns his attention back toward you. “She does love cum in her mouth.” He strokes himself slowly, catching your attention.

“I want yours next.” You tell him, shifting your weight and sending him a smile.

Satoru watches as you lean forward to lick Suguru’s cock, taking his precum on your tongue. He doubt he could handle anymore cumming, but he certainly loves to see you take cock down your throat. If he had more energy, he’d love to stuff his down as well. “Like it that much, y/n?” He chuckles.

Suguru’s eyes shoot to Satoru. “Jealous again, Satoru?? Well, the question is are you jealous cuz my cock is down her throat or are you jealous cuz it’s not down your throat?”

Satoru sucks his teeth. “I want to watch her take me balls deep.”

Uh oh.

Suguru removes his cock from your mouth. “Satoru,” you start, “I don’t think you have enough energy to keep that attitude up.” Indeed, his stamina is incredible.

Suguru waits to see his reaction.

And of course, the other man grins and only adds fuel to the fire. “Think she’d look better with my cock in her mouth. She’s been paying more attention to me than you anyways.”

“Satoru…” you sigh and in seconds Suguru has him pressed back into the bed and is beckoning for you to get on with him.

Satoru laughs. “Aw, did I bruise your ego, baby? What are you gonna do about it?”

Suguru points to his mouth. “Sit on him to shut him up and I’ll give him a nice view of my cock in your mouth.”

Fuck, that sounds hot. Satoru just grins and motions for you to ride his face, pointing at his eager tongue that’s already out and waiting.

“Y/n, make sure he stays quiet I don’t want to hear him make a single peep. And since he likes being punished so much, I’ll punish you instead if he speaks.”

What?

You blink. Undeniably aroused but a bit scared of his now very evident sadism. “You know he’s going to try to speak now on purpose?” Mercy isn’t exactly his thing right now but you’ll pry at it for sure.

Suguru gives you an evil grin as you lower your weeping pussy onto Satoru’s face. “Then keep his mouth shut.”

[miyamizuna]

Is it that sweet? I guess so~

Haikyuu boys as lyrics from "Espresso" by Sabrina Carpenter part 1 | part 2 ft. miya atsumu, kuroo tetsuro, semi eita

I can’t relate, to desperation (miya atsumu)

Being the MSBY social media manager means work- especially when it comes to Miya Atsumu. It seems like every other week he gets himself. caught up in controversy. Whether it be him being too touchy with an already-married older actress, or even being spotted on dates with multiple female idols. It’s your job to defend his already poor internet reputation. 

“Y/n~ c’mon now, one date is all I'm askin’! Throw me a bone here!” He pleads for the 5th time today. He was sure to be persistent after the many rejections before.

“Miya, how many times do I have to tell you no?” You sigh as you reject him once more to add onto the tally of 56 rejections over the course of a year. 

Sure he was attractive, what normal person would say no to a 6’1” professional volleyball player? Sadly you know firsthand about his player activities. You understand it though, a young early twenties male is bound to act like this. though the severity of actions vary on a case-to-case basis; he happens to be on the far end of the spectrum. 

“Besides, it’s unprofessional to have a relationship between the two of us. I’m your manager.” You explain to him hoping finally you’d be able to get the message through his thick skull.

“Professional or not, who cares! give me a chance to prove myself! C’mon I've been good recently, no contreveries!” He explains trying to persuade your thoughts.

“If you call being spotted with a married woman in a fancy restaurant ‘good behaviour’, I don’t know what to tell you.” You frown as you avert your eyes from him, back to your laptop, typing out a public apology for Atsumu’s recent events.

With a frown, he steps forward and closes your laptop whilst leaning over your desk. His figure obviously towering over your sitting self. 

“Enough of that, It wouldn’t be the same as those famous women who only want me to have an affair. It’s different with you.” He explains with sincerity as if this time he actually means what he says.

You look up at him with a smirk and now with crossing arms, leaning back on your office chair. “Oh really? Maybe when you give me an easier time with your little affairs, I’ll consider it.”

That's when his face lights up and puts on a stupid grin and leans in closer to your ear. i’m

 “Oh you bet.” He whispers seductively in your ear before pulling away and walking to the door of the office. 

“Well, see ya around Y/n, ya better hold up yer end of this.” He tells you before walking out of your office.

God this man. He's so�� desperate for attention!

and I got this one boy, he won’t stop calling (kuroo tetsuro)

42 missed calls. Are you fucking kidding me? You had met this hot guy today at the cafe you work at, he was a tall man in a business suit, kind of built as you could see some of his triceps through the dress shirt, a really classy guy overall, though odd his hair didn’t match the aesthetic. You left your number on his cup just for the slight off chance he wasn’t in a relationship. Clearly, he’s not in one.

You decided to call him back, afterall you were busy with the cafe with the 8 hour shift you had just worked. Now lying on your stomach first, your leg hanging off the bed, you hit the call button.

“Hello?” a male voice says after only one ring. 

“Uhm, Hi. You left 42 calls on my phone.” You informed him as if he wasn’t already aware of what he did.

“Oh yeah, I did do that~” He teases through the phone. “So what’s your name, coffee girl?” 

“It’s L/N Y/N, and you?” You ask with a semi-interested tone returning the energy of his voice.

“I’m Kuroo Tetsuro. Y/n is a pretty name ya know” He flirts through the phone. 

You can just imagine his silly smirk, the same exact one as when he saw the cafe when he read your number, and then the “call me <3” written under it. 

“So I take it you’re not taken as you’re calling me” You suggest as you twirl your hair and kick your legs, god you feel like a teenage girl.

“Nah, I’m not taken. Haven’t really had a girlfriend before, closest was talking stages.” he explains you hear the ruffling of papers in the background. 

So that explains the 42 calls. Takes a man's guts to admit that.

“You don’t exactly know what you’re doing, don’t you~” You tease as you hear a sigh from the end of the phone.

“Well no- I do know what I’m doing! Just I wanted to get to know you- soon!” He fumbles words trying to explain himself which brings a laugh out of you.

“Suuuure…” 

There’s now a long awkward pause in the conversation. In which both of you don’t exactly know what to ask each other next.  

“Soo- Are you a full-time worker at that cafe?” He suddenly asks, speaking up to fill the silence.

“Well no, I’m still in college. I’m going there for an English degree. How about you? You seem like you got a pretty good job.” You explain, then follow up with a question about himself. 

“Well darling, I’m a sports promoter, specifically for volleyball. I work for the Japanese Volleyball Association.” He informs you with a proud tone. 

This does pique your interest, not every day do you meet a guy who works for a sporting association who happens to walk inside a hole-in-the-wall café.

“Well shit, that's cool! Did you play in high school or something?” You ask now, flipping over onto your back to a more comfortable position.

“I did- made it to nationals during my last year.” He answers with a cocky tone. There is more shuffling of papers in the background, maybe he’s still at work-

“Kuroo! We need the papers finalised by tonight!” A voice from the background of his end says with a very demanding tone. Causing him to groan into the phone.

“Well you certainly heard my boss…” He sighs. “Call you back cutie. We still need to finalise our date.” He tells you before hanging up the phone not even leaving time for you to respond to his statement.

“huh…? DATE?” You shout to the void that is your room. 

Man, this guy is confident. Both him personally, and you being too willing to give this man a chance. You know one thing though. You’re definitely going to come back to 42 calls again.

I'm working late bc I’m a singer (semi eita)

Oh, Semi Eita, the lead singer and guitarist of his little band. The foundation of what his band is about all stems from him. His rock style is unique, flashy if you call it. He always felt the need to stand out from others. You know that best as his significant other. Since high school, he’s always been a show-off or tried to be. Because of his show-off nature, he was benched on the volleyball team in his 3rd year. 

Now here he is, slumped over on his office desk at one in the damn morning, struggling to come up with meaning to his new song. 

“You know, Eita, This song must really got you stumped. You haven’t stayed up writing this late in forever.” You smirk leaning on the doorframe to his office. You both know that you’re right.

Eita usually has a set schedule; sleeps at 11 pm, unlike his teen days when he’ll pull all-nighters for fun. He sighs and turns his office chair around. 

“Well, I guess you can say that.” He replies as he tiredly smiles at you. 

You walk over to his desk, the wood planks creek in the silence of night, and lean over his shoulder to look at the song. 

“So what’s this song about?” You ask him while reading the lyrics. 

“A boy who fell in love with a girl and sees her with rose-tinted glasses.” He explains as he taps the pen on the paper every few seconds, clearly in thought.

“Well is she a good person, or a bad person.” You ask, sitting yourself at the corner of his desk. 

He sits at his desk long in thought. “That’s the thing. I don’t really know.” He admits and he runs a hand through his hair, the other hand twirling the pen around.

“Well when you think of this girl, who do you think of?” You ask him whilst  playing with the drawer of his desk that sits above you. 

as he sits there in thought, an idea suddenly pops into his head. There is one girl in particular that comes into his head.

“I think of you.” He lets out with a grin as he ruffles your hair, causing you to let put a laugh

“Me, huh? You really love me that much huh..?” You grin in response to his actions, with a proud tone of voice.

“I guess I do huh?” He smiles at your proud self. “I’ll write about you being the girl who I view in rose-tinted glasses,” He says as she writes down his ideas on the paper, making light scribble noises.

That's just when you get up and try dragging him away from the desk. 

“You know its bed time right?” You tease and you put him in a headlock and ruffle his hair.

“I’ll be there soon! Just, let me finish noting these ideas down!” He protests and he doesn’t look away from the page despite what you’re doing to him.

You sigh in response and let go of him. Walking to the door in the process. 

“Don’t stay up too late. We both know how grumpy you get without your beauty sleep.” You tell him in response to his protests. Finding a good opportunity to tease him in the process.

As you walk out of the room, all you can hear is a grumble in response. All for the fact he knows you’re right.

©miyamizuna 2024 do not repost

espresso is my spotify number 1 rn

[officialclangen]

Uh Oh!

It's come to our attention that anti-virus programs, most recently and commonly Windows Defender, have been quarantining files from the game for a lot of players, including the .exe file. This is likely because of changes within those programs and something we have no control over and can't stop from happening, unfortunately 😭 Instead we're going to tell you how you can get past this yourself if you are encountering this issue while using Windows Defender. Do note that this may not work for 3rd-party anti-virus programs. This is also a reminder to be kind to our tech-helpers while asking for technical help in our Discord!

Open Settings on your device and navigate to the tab called "Privacy and security".

Go to "Virus & threat protection"

Look for and go to "Protection History" under the Quick Scan button.

You should see Clangen listed here, under "Affected items" or "Threat quarantined". It should say the location of your Clangen game folder and the file that disappeared (Don't act on it if you see a file that isn't inside your Clangen game folder). Click on the "Actions" button menu and choose "Restore".

Go back to "Virus and threat protection" screen and from there, to "Manage settings".

Under "Exclusions", go to "Add or remove exclusions"

Choose from the "+ Add an Exclusion" dropdown to exclude a "Folder".

Choose the game folder that your Clangen game resides in. Finished! You should in most cases be able to play the game again. This is not the first time anti-virus programs have falsely flagged the game as a threat, but we assure you, it is not one. Thank you for your patience and we hope you have the best time playing Clangen!! 😸

[jpnriikicore]

── hickey galore

paring colby brock x fem!reader, word count 774, genre kinda suggestive, authors note there is a age-gap between colbs and the reader but of course the reader is of age, ( masterlist )

something colby has always held over your head since you’ve known him is the fact that he knows your neck is incredibly sensitive. in public he would place a gentle kiss on side of your neck just to watch you squirm. he would continue to tease you about it through the day and continues on like nothing happened. god, the teasing gets worse in privacy.

now, your cuddled up on the couch you settled between his legs. the arm that started at your waist at the beginning of the night was now holding the back of your thigh. one hand is interlocked with his. your fingers playing with his rings as a comforting habit you’ve picked up over the years. you were at this party that sam decided to throw last minute. you were almost late colby somehow convinced you that you had more time than what you did just so he could kiss you longer.

the majority of the time of getting ready was you attempting to cover up the hickeys that he gave you, but eventually in the end you just gave up and went to the party covered in his hickeys anyways.

his hand moved closer lifting your dress a little bit higher.

"colbs." you mumbled, putting your hand on top of his in a poor attempt to stop his actions.

"don’t worry nobody’s paying attention, kid." he whispered in your ear.

the nickname that fell from his lips sounded degrading. you weren’t a kid anymore. you were incredibly mature for your age. he used every chance to make you remember that you were younger than him. you weren’t that younger than him just young enough to make society look down on you two.

every time his hand moved an inch higher the more his touch felt like electric waves going through your body.

sam called him over as you shifted away, so colby could get up.

he leaned against the wall as he continued to talk to sam. occasionally glancing over at you. he’s wearing the black button up that you adore on him. the first few buttons are undone like normal, but tonight a few more buttons were undone. like as if he was just begging for attention exposing his collarbones and some of his chest. you could see his tattoo peak through the shirt some. he knew exactly what he’s doing.

he ended his little conversation with sam. immediately walking back over to you maintaining eye contact. he settled you in his lap. you "accidentally" shifted yourself closer to him in a way you just knew that would rile him up.

"i want you." you whispered in his ear while your dainty hand played around with his necklace.

his eyes glanced at sam who seemed to be preoccupied with a friend as he sit down the glass that was filled with whatever liquor he was drinking.

he pushed a few strands of hair behind your ear. his hand slipping up your dress completely his ring claded hand stroking your legs and stomach. the coldness of his rings compared to your warm flushed skin made a shiver go up your spine.

"come with me," he whispered, you shifted onto your feet and you link your arms with his as you walk upstairs to the bathroom. "you have to be quite for me."

you promised to his good girl as you walked into the bathroom. not a second later after he locked the bathroom door he taken back by you pushing him against the bathroom wall kissing his chest leaving a few hickeys, but you found yourself being roughly pushed against the wall. the roles being switched.

he continued to add to his collection of hickeys on your neck. whines escaping from your mouth due to the sensitivity of your neck.

"what would sam think seeing his little sister like this?" his hand slid up to wrap his hand around your throat adding some pressure to the sides just enough to keep you dazed.

hickeys littered your entire neck and area that your chest was exposed due to the dress you wore being low cut. you was completely flustered, your hair was completely messed up, your dress was wrinkled, and your eyes was blown out with lust.

you couldn’t even think straight. in response a loud whine escaped you. fuck, you was fucked.

"want to take this back to the car?" he mumbled, against your lips. you untucked the rest of his button up that was tucked in his jeans. letting your fingers fiddle with the buttons of his shirt hurriedly trying to unbutton the rest of them.

"mm-hmm."

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2023

[karlachismylife]

Yeah, but what if you're a character in a game they like to play? A pre-existing townie in a life simulator that helps them reconnect with normal life outside deployment? The one they somehow always tend to romance in every savefile, courting you through the clumsy mechanics?

Soap would absolutely spam interactions, interrupting any of the tasks you are trying to do. What do you mean your relatonship progress starts going down after he chose "tell a flirty joke" twenty times in a row? Why are you falling out of the conversation and going to water your plants or play on the computer? Does he have to delete it out of the game for you to stop getting distracted? Hmph. If you were a real person, you would be already swooning at his jokes, that he knows for sure. C'mon, bonnie, don't leave the lot for work! If you accept his proposition to move in, you'll never need to work a day in your pixel life! He also has a fuckton of savefiles, because he wants to try every single thing the game has to offer, but turns out mastering all 158 skills and 73 careers isn't that easy in one go. He still goes after you in each and every savefile. What can he say? You're just the prettiest of them all.

Gaz has the strategy nailed down. He knows your pre-set preferences and makes sure his character caters to them (good thing you seem to be generally into him, all he needs to do is add your favourite colour to his outfit, and it suits hm too!), he can calculate the shortest route to have a romantic meter above your head in one conversation. Juggling the interactions with ease, never making the mistake to bore or upset you. He knows you'll have the best family tree in that game, and he'll make it happen. Also has quite a few savefiles, but only because he enjoys the storytelling aspect and always prepares some elaborate plot, filled with drama. Takes inspiration from the hundreds of episodes of different TV shows he manages to watch, also plays with mods to add as much flavour to the game as possible.

Price tries to court you like he would a real person. Inviting your character out, putting a lot of thought into which conversation theme choose out of what game offers, bringing you gifts. Unfortunately for him, the game isn't registering his actions as actually trying to woo you... so he just takes the gloves off and fucking cheats your relationship status. His in-game self needs a pretty partner to look after the pack of three dogs, named Ghost, Gaz and Soap respectively. He's not above cheating your babies (whether your character carries them or it's the science baby option) to be triplets. Only starts new savefiles when you both grow old and pass away in the previous one, maybe because he can't bring himself to live out your kids' lives (they should be their own little virtual people and decide for themselves), or maybe because he doesn't understand that he actually can keep playing even if his character's dead.

Ghost starts with adding himself to your family and setting your relationship status as spouses. Oh, you have some in-game pathetic weird looking prick as your pre-set partner/husband? Too bad, evicted, deleted from the game, forgotten. If he is in the mood, he won't straight up delete that poor bloke, but will set up a pool with no ladder and drown him in it or lock him in a separate room to starve. Nothing you should see, though, you'll be plenty busy drowning yourself, not in a pool, but in his affection. Doesn't spam interactions, but really enjoys just watching you go about your day and making it so that his character takes care of your needs - if you start to get hungry, he's already slamming the "call to meal" button on the giant ribs plate his in-game self just roasted. Probably has one savefile where he keeps cheating any death back.

Or are you a cute tamagochi pocket friend/pet they enjoy taking care of, because having a real pet is impossible with their lifestyle? An NPC with an everyday quest of collecting produce in a chill farm simulator? A weekly boss they lose fight to as much times as they can afford to, just to see your opening cutscene replay over and over? A companion whose personal quest they have memorized line by line, but never skip dialogue to hear your voice and look at every expression you make?

Whoever you are, what if one day something in your code changes and you suddenly start recognizing them?

[msbigredmachine]

Checkmate - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

The new Smackdown GM reminds the Tribal Chief who’s boss, in more ways than one. The aftermath of the highly entertaining WrestleMania 40 Press Conference.

Pairing: Roman Reigns/OC

Word Count: 5.9k

Warning: Smut

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Answer your fuckin phone.

She's been expecting his text message, to add to the half-dozen missed calls he's already deluged her phone with. His WrestleMania plans were thrown into disarray tonight and for some reason he thinks she has something to do with it.

Too bad she doesn't give a fuck what he thinks.

I'm calling you one more time. You better pick up.

So bossy. Always has been. But he knows damn well who the boss really is. When her phone springs to life again with his beautiful face snarling at her through the screen, she rolls onto her back with a heavy sigh, smooths down her oversized t-shirt and presses the green button, waiting to hear his deep voice on the other end of the line.

"What the fuck, Joy!"

Damn. Even when he's pissed, he sounds sexy as hell; it's the same menacing timbre he adopts when he's folding her up and turning her out. The memory makes her hot between her thighs.

"Reigns." Her voice is calm and steady despite the thumps of her heart, calling out to him even when she doesn't want it to.

"Why was Cody there tonight? Hmm?" he demands, his temper simmering beneath his words. "I coulda sworn he agreed to step aside for Dwayne. Why he change his mind? Did you have something to do with it? What'chu say to him, huh?"

She extends her left hand to inspect her ombre-colored acrylic nails. "Calm your tits. I don't control Cody's actions, I'm Smackdown's GM, not Raw's. He won the Rumble and he has the right to choose who he wants."

"Don't patronize me, Joy! Rock and I were a done deal!"

"You sound tense, Reigns. Paranoid, even," she smirks, "Worried you can't beat the American Nightmare a second time? Besides, you heard the fans...they wanna see you and him-"

"Bullshit!" he cuts her off. "This wasn't about no fans. You wanted this and I know why. You saw the pictures of me and Venita over Christmas and you been in your feelings ever since."

It's a predictable, childish response, and though there's some truth to it, she dismisses its immature delivery. "What you do with your bitch is your business. You are marrying her, after all," she says coolly, hearing him bristle at the other end.

"See? We ain't had a civil conversation since those photos got out. I know exactly how you feel about her, so tell me I'm lying."

"Don't ever question my ability to separate business from pleasure. You are walking proof of that," Joy warns him. "My problem is with you questioning my authority, with your silly little threats and your temper tantrums. You did it leading up to the Rumble and I'll be damned if I let it happen again. In case you forgot, I run Smackdown now. You work for me. The Mania match is scheduled, so your ass better show up in Philly, you understand me?"

A long, tense moment crawls by.

"Are you done?" he says, sounding bored.

"No. Whatchu gon' do about it?" Joy challenges.

"You looked hot as fuck in that dress tonight."

She rolls her eyes. Of course he deflects. But it's not going to work this time. She wants him to feel as frustrated as she has been over the last couple of months. "Ain't your fiancée over there with you?" she retorts, her tone clipped and snarky.

"She's in the Hamptons. And even if she was here, that ain't never stopped us anyways," he calls her out.

"Whatever." As flippant as she's tried to be about it, she is growing tired of the same old song and dance between her and Roman. She's allowed him to juggle her and Venita, and she blames herself for not leaving him alone when he chose to stay with her. Perfect, pretty little naive Venita. The IG influencer extraordinaire whose only two cares in life are her follower count and the picture-perfect aesthetics of the 'Roman & Venita' brand.

Whatever helps her sleep at night, I guess.

Joy had wondered just how perfect they really were the first time she saw the couple backstage in the Thunderdome, with Venita looking bored as hell the entire time she was there. It was clear that she had no interest in Roman's world, and Joy told him just that. Certain she would be fired on her first day for opening her big mouth, he had merely laughed and agreed, and it was then she found out she was his producer for the upcoming Bloodline saga. Onscreen, they created magic with the now legendary Tribal Chief storyline, but the magic they soon began making behind the scenes and between the sheets was even better and way too hot for TV.

She's never had time to be ashamed of inserting herself in someone else's relationship, mainly because her career has accelerated to the top of WWE's creative hierarchy. Plus, she's not about to give up such great sex, not with a stroke game that superb and a libido as high as her ambitions. Sometimes she wishes she doesn't have to share him, but she accepts that she can't have it all. After all, she already lords over the A-show as Smackdown's General Manager, meaning she is virtually unstoppable now, with money, power, and most importantly, the balls of the biggest star in the industry in the palm of her hand. Literally.

But he's pissing her off right now.

"Look, I want us to talk. Come see me." He's turned on the charm but Joy refuses to fall for it.

"What I want is an apology for your constant disrespect ever since I became GM," she replies, "I told you; I don't give a damn that we're fucking. Do not make an enemy out of me, Roman."

The Tribal Chief sighs heavily. "Look. You're right. Let me make it up to you. Come to my room so we can talk things out."

"No. You just want pussy."

"That too," he snickers.

Joy bites her lip as she idly circles her middle and ring finger over her pussy lips. She had no prior plans to touch herself, but listening to his deep, haughty voice has sparked a throbbing between her thighs that needs urgent attention. "Right. Well, I don't feel like leaving my room. This bed is way too comfy," she emphasizes.

"Mine is comfier. Are you alone?" he asks.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Woman, you better not be givin' my pussy to nobody else," he growls, making her laugh.

"You're hilarious. My pussy is mine and mine alone, no matter how good you beat it and eat it," she reminds him, her smile widening as she hears him taking deep breaths, trying to compose himself.

"I see that you get off on testing my patience. Does that turn you on, baby girl? Hmm? Does it make that pussy wet? I bet you wet right now." His voice drops an entire octave at that last part, and she bites her lip to keep from moaning when her slick honey pools around her fingers.

"I might be," she gasps.

"Then bring your ass over here and let me take care of it."

Joy huffs, determined to resist him for as long as she can. "I can take care of myself, Reigns. Matter of fact, I'm doing just that as we speak..."

"Aww, babe, don't be touchin' on my pussy without me," he grumbles. His frustration makes her grin in triumph. She holds all the cards and she's enjoying listening to him squirm.

"I wanna see you, beautiful. We ain't been together in so long. I miss you," Roman continues.

"Is that right?"

"Uh huh. Don't you miss me, Joy? Don't you miss this dick? It definitely misses you. Listen..."

The slippery, sticky sound that follows his words is unmistakable, and her heart pounds in her chest at his soft groan. The image of him lying in his bed, probably naked, jerking off to her, makes her stomach flip and her pussy spasm beneath her fingers. The tension crackles over the phone, simmering with the same intensity as though he were right there in person.

"Hear that, baby? That's how bad I need you. Come over." His silky-smooth whisper finally loosens the last thread of control she has held onto tightly up to this point. She knows that ultimately, she won't deny him...she never does because she can't, and he knows that.

"Gimme ten minutes," she relents.

"Make it five."

"I said, ten. Text me your room number." Cutting the call before he can respond, she leaves her bed and searches for a couple of accessories to wear. After a quick check in the mirror, she picks up her phone and sees he's already sent her his room number. The thought of what is about to transpire hastens her flight out of the room, the dead of night no match for her rapidly burning need for him. She has since accepted that she will always need him, too.

His door swings open seconds after she knocks, and a surprised yelp escapes her when he yanks her inside and tugs her flush against him. He is barefoot, in gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, and shirtless to show off the majesty of his massive, inked chest. Joy meets his loaded stare head-on as he drinks in her own appearance. She is in one of his old Nike hoodies that she swiped from him and never gave back, with the open zipper in the middle showing the swell of her breasts underneath. Long pastel-pink stockings run up to her brown thighs with gray Crocs on her feet. As his eyes crawl hungrily up and down her frame, her body thrums with realization at just how hard he is, his sizable erection poking her lower belly. Despite their back-and-forth, it's no mistake that she intoxicates him, and that power thrills her.

"Like what you see, champ?" she asks, staring him down for his response.

Roman's moan is ragged as he clamps his huge paw around her throat and covers her mouth with his, and she instantly melts in his arms, her nerves alight from his touch. She is swept up in the softness of his lips, the sweetness of his taste that contrasts erotically with his aggressiveness and the eager, hungry flicking of their tongues as the kiss heats up. He feels wonderfully warm and smells incredible like he always does.

Reluctantly, his mouth retreats from hers and he tucks his face in the hollow of her neck. He nuzzles his cheek against her skin and inhales the fragrance he's missed so much, her hushed moan caressing the depths of his senses.

"You a vindictive little bitch, you know that?" he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her throat.

"Only when I wanna be," she hums, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You musta loved watching me lose my cool tonight," he adds, "I saw the look in your eyes on that stage when I got into it with those two bums. That shit turned you on. Your nipples were hard through your dress. And I'm sure that pussy was soaked."

Truth be told, seeing his cool calm composure collapse, with his long hair flying and cocky countenance as he talked shit to Cody and Seth, made her so wet she had to run into a restroom stall to take off her panties, forcing her to go commando for the rest of the night. She'll never admit it though; she never likes to give him the upper hand. "How do you know?" she challenges.

"Cuz I know you. I know everything about your body, sweetheart," Roman brags, "I know what you like, and I know you love testing me cuz it makes me wanna fuck the attitude outta you."

"So what are you waiting for?" She licks her glossy lips, full and pouting, goading him with her bedroom eyes. But the Tribal Chief can feel her body trembling, betraying her bravado. This time he has the upper hand and he plans to exploit it.

He pulls her hoodie over her head and his eyes immediately drop to the thin beaded belly chain adorning her slender waist, accentuating her delicious curves. Desire gleams in his brown irises at the sight of her bare breasts, the fleshy mounds popping out at him, her nipples hard and aching for his touch. "Fuck, you're sexy," he murmurs. He massages each one then leans down to lick and suck on them, his tongue and hands working together to pleasure her.

"Ooh, that feels good," she moans, placing her hair behind her ear to get a good look at him feasting on her nipples. Ever the multitasker, he grabs her white lace thong at the hem, yanking impatiently until it rips from her body. Joy bursts out laughing at his savagery. "I knew you was gon' fuck up my panties," she jokes.

"I replace 'em, don't I?" He abandons her breasts and kisses her again, this time sliding both hands down to her round backside and lifting her up to press her against the wall. The friction of their bare chests pressed together, nipples grazing, her legs wrapping around his waist and bringing them even closer, builds the desire. He grinds his throbbing hardness against the open heat between her thighs, and she gets him back by reaching inside his sweatpants and grabbing his dick, stroking the turgid flesh as it jumps in her grasp. "Mmm, baby you're so hard. Put it in me," she orders.

"Not yet," he cuts her off, his huge biceps flexing as he carries her across the lavish suite. "Come over here, you little slut. Come suck my dick in front of this great view of the Strip."

Next to the expansive window is an L-shaped sofa large enough for a good trip to Pound Town. As he takes off his pants, Joy can't stop herself from drooling at his towering form. Six foot three, bronzed Adonis with chocolate eyes, luscious hair, massive and muscled and all man, with a long, hefty cock pulsing between those powerful thighs. He looks like a demigod in all his glory, and she venerates at the altar of his beauty.

Roman settles himself at the other end of the sofa and eyes her down with a smug smirk. Tucking his hands behind his head, he spreads his legs. "Crawl to me," he commands, his smirk widening when she advances towards him on all fours. Joy is a work of art, with nicely sized titties, round hips, thick, mouth-watering thighs and ass and that fat pussy he dreams about at least once a day. Every part of her is real and silky soft to the touch. It's been years since he first tasted her, and he is still drunk off it. She is a potent drug he can't wean himself off of, and frankly, he doesn't want to. He loves Venita, but for all her prowess in bed, she does not possess a fraction of the wild thrill that encapsulates the woman before him. He wants Joy, needs her like he needs to breathe, and he always will. He will seek his fiancée's forgiveness when that day comes.

Joy slowly slithers up the length of his body, ignoring his erection for now as she straddles him and plants a long, wet kiss on his mouth, the sound of their lips meeting and parting filling the suite. Her hands caress the tight muscles of his body, having memorized all the spots that make his breath quicken and his pulse spike. He puts his hands on her hips, but she seizes them and pins them above his head without breaking stride, laughing when he moans out with frustration. She catches his tongue as it slides into her mouth, and she proceeds to suck on it, her head bobbing like she is sucking his dick. Saliva quickly gathers around their joined mouths as she feasts on only his tongue. It's the messiest, sloppiest, hottest kiss they've ever shared, and the tension is reaching fever pitch as a result.

"You want me to suck your dick like this, baby?" Joy asks. When Roman nods, she tugs his lower lip between her teeth. "Say it," she orders, her fingers digging into his wrists. Her hips are rolling too, moving in a seductive, serpentine dance that short circuits every fiber of his being. He can't move even if he wants to; his senses are pinned down to the bed along with his body. The Tribal Chief is helpless, forced to endure the sweetest agony, with the head of his dick grazing her wet slit and driving him insane. An uncharacteristic whimper deserts his lips as his blood pumps with agitation.

"Yes," he responds breathlessly.

"What's the magic word?" Joy presses. The mocking smirk gracing her pretty features should infuriate him, but it only arouses him instead.

"Please," he concedes, knowing full well that she will drag out the torture until he succumbs. With a triumphant smile and one more intoxicating kiss, she finally takes pity on him and makes the descent down his heaving body, soothing his butterscotch skin with soft kisses. As she nears his groin, his eyes squeeze shut, and he takes deep breaths to remain focused.

"You think you're in control, toying with two women's lives." Joy shakes her head. "Hell no. I'm in control, Roman. I own you. You're mine to do with however I want. And you know the best part?"

She closes her mouth over the tip of him, giving it a gentle suckle before driving home her point. "Deep down, you love that shit."

Roman merely grins. The power has shifted back in his possession and she doesn't even know it. He shows her when he strikes with lightning speed, grabbing her and twisting her around so her legs are on either side of his head. Stunned, Joy grabs his thighs to steady herself, as he's already grabbing handfuls of her ass while using his tongue to part her lower lips. Her body jerks from the warm fat wetness of his tongue lashing around her sensitive crevices, softening her up with his saliva. Heady with desire, she just lays there with his dick in her hand, too overwhelmed to do anything else but moan with pleasure.

A sudden, stinging smack on her left ass cheek jolts her back to earth.

"You gon' suck me off or what?" Roman demands impatiently before refocusing on his own task.

Regaining her senses, her mouth engulfs his length, her head bobbing with her wrist twisting around the base. She cups his balls and rolls them in her other hand, making him groan wantonly. Her mouth is warm and her pouty lips are tight around him, sliding up and down with her tongue trailing saliva along his hard flesh. He retaliates by spreading her pussy open and holding her down on him, sucking and licking her folds with rapid strokes and enjoying her sexy throaty sounds that mingle with the sloppy slurps of his mouth on her. The increased pressure on her sensitive pussy has her moaning and squirming against his face, which in turn floods his tongue with her taste. His appreciative groans while licking her in rhythm with her rolling hips sends shivers down her spine.

Mustering all the strength she possesses, Joy frees herself from his clutches and crawls back down his body, her juices smearing a slick trail along his torso as she guides his length inside her with impressive quickness. She moans out loud as he fills her, her head tipping forwards as his big palms paw at the supple flesh of her backside. Roman groans at the wetness that welcomes his dick as it disappears into the warm canal of her pussy. "Yeah, fuck me good, baby girl," he growls, slapping her ass in encouragement.

Holding onto his ankles, she rocks up and down his erection, winding her hips with each drop down to take him as deep as she can. His husky moans and his tight grip on her waist empower her. Joy seizes every chance she can to turn him into putty in her hands. Because the motherfucker never likes to relinquish control, always determined to break her down into submission; whether it's with his God-gifted tongue, or his huge hands choking her, or with that big ol' dick, fucking her against the wall of her office, bending her over the table in his locker room at TV, or making her ride him in the bowels of his private jet. It's fun taking control from him and showing him who's boss, on the job and especially outside of it.

"You love it when I ride this big dick dontcha? Got you deep in this pussy just the way you like it," she purrs haughtily, upping the ante by reaching down to grip his cock.

The Tribal Chief realizes she's on demon time to be stroking his dick while riding him. She looks so sexy on top of him, in them pretty waist beads and stockings. Her thick hips roll back lavishly, her even thicker ass presses down on his pelvis, grinding and twisting and nudging him all the way up in her creamy pussy. Damn. He loves the way she fucks him. Baby girl has mad skills and a juicy pussy, and he is glad to be the one she uses them on. "Go faster, baby. Bounce on my dick," he cajoles, massaging her ass cheeks and groaning softly when she obeys, "Uh-huh, just like that, babe, unnnh..."

She can almost see the look of pleasure on his face. She can definitely hear him as he tugs at the soft flesh of her butt, lost to the depths of her warm wetness, in the erotic sounds of their sex noises and their slapping skin filling the big room as she bounces on his dick. Another moan escapes her, her head tilting back as he angles his hips to make his dick reach that oh-so-sweet spot inside her. He smacks her ass again, earning yet another whimper from her lips as her juices trickle down his length down to his balls. Her thighs are starting to burn from her efforts, but she can't stop, not when she's so close...

"Uhhhn baby, I'm comin'," she gasps, leaning back to rest her hands on his chest as she gyrates her ass on him. Roman's breathing is as heavy as hers, his fingers digging into her hips to steer her movements. The sensations are overwhelming as her walls contract around him, her pussy moistening as she leans forward again and rides him even harder. Seconds later, a flooding orgasm bursts inside her with such power that it wracks her entire body with tremors. Through the thick fog of numbing pleasure, she hears Roman's surprised grunt as her cum leaks all over his groin area.

"Damn baby, you nuttin' all over me. I knew you been needin' this dick," he taunts her.

Truth be told, she wasn't expecting to come this hard, but fuck it always feels so good when she does. "Oh my god," her voice trembles, her hand clutching the headrest to keep from collapsing in a heap.

Roman spanks her again. "I ain't tell you to stop. Keep goin'..."

"Hol' up, you got me shakin' so much," Joy groans, her thighs still quivering. He is still deep inside her, his dick throbbing impatiently inside the warmth of her tight walls.

"If I take this shit over, you won't be able to walk in the morning, that's a promise," he threatens.

"Then quit talkin' and do that shit," she bites back, glaring at him over her shoulder.

"A'ight then." He pulls her backwards on top of him, with her back to his chest. He grabs her legs and holds her up by her knees, thrusting upwards into her, reveling in her surprised yelp that quickly dissolves into loud moans. This new position feels so good that she's whining and making noises that only seem to turn him on as he strokes in and out of her pussy from underneath, making her body react and remind her exactly why she's not leaving his trifling ass anytime soon.

"Uhnnn yes, Roman, fuck me," she whimpers over and over, her mind spiraling, her eyes rolling back. He is relentless, pulling her legs further back and pounding her faster, sparking another intense orgasm. She squirts so hard that she's left dizzy and boneless, causing her to slip off his sweat-slick body, a shivering crumpled mess. She curls up into a fetal position and gives in to the intense euphoria of her release. With a proud snicker, the Tribal Chief caresses all over her body, then rolls her onto her stomach, spreading her thighs to observe the damage he's inflicted on her pussy.

"We ain't finished," he informs her, tapping his hard, slickened dick against her soaked, puffy folds. She tenses and arches her back on instinct, anticipating his invasion. He smiles behind her, grabs her hips, and drags her limp body up and onto his hard, waiting dick. The moans they exhale together is a symphony that serenades the pair as he continues his hard, deep thrusts. With her hips in the air and her backside in his calloused palms, she is at his mercy yet again, and her vision swims at the feeling of him practically in her spine. She knows just how deep that big ass dick of his can get inside her, but it never fails to wipe her mind blank when it does.

"Oh, fuck," she mumbles into the couch, her face sinking further in it as he drills into her hard and rough. It hurts so good that it's quite literally taking her breath away. "Shit, fuck Roman, wait, wait," she pleads, reaching behind to push his thigh and forcing him to halt his movements.

"Too much?" he asks, laughing as he presses gentle kisses along her spine, feeling her body shiver from the contact. "That's what you get when your pussy is so good. You was talkin' all that shit earlier, best believe I ain't lettin' up, baby girl. Who owns who now, huh," he says, swatting her ass and starting again.

"You're a cocky asshole," she moans shakily, defiance swirling in her lust-filled gaze.

Roman's smirk is diabolical and panty-wetting. "And don't you forget it. Now shut up and take this dick."

Joy winces as his hand curves around her throat, the other clutching her lower hip as he fucks her prone body into the sofa. She clings to the cushions and her sanity with everything she has, tears filling her eyes as he pummels her with hurried, lethal thrusts, making her ass jiggle and her pussy drip some more as she's dragged dangerously close to the precipice. He pushes the arch out of her back and flips her around, sliding right back inside before she can regain her bearings and dropping his body weight on her. His intoxicating cologne surrounds her as their mouths crush together in a hungry, toe-curling kiss. Incoherent moans leave them both as he rolls his hips against hers, nestling his dick right there, eking a sob out of her as she falls apart again.

"Aww, f-f-fuuuck..."

"I know baby, I know it feels so good," He kisses away her tears and then her cheek, his fingers curling over her breast in a light squeeze which in turn squeezes her walls around his pounding thrusts. "Mmm, this pussy so tight and wet. Keep comin' for me, baby, gimme all that nut."

His sultry command sends another wave of pleasure crashing into her like one of his trademark Spears, and her jaw drops from the force of her orgasm, her pussy clenching painfully around his dick. Her pitiful moans that she struggles to muffle against his tattooed shoulder are music to the Tribal Chief's ears as his own body is moments away from the same fate.

"Shit," he groans gruffly, shuddering breaths tearing from his lungs as his balls tighten and his strokes become sloppier, heavier, "Fuck, I'm boutta buss..."

Joy lifts her left leg up and rests it on his shoulder, digging her other heel in his lower back to pull him in deeper and finally take him down. She runs her hands all over his sides, his back, his ass, her moans mingling with his as his hips snap harder and faster. Their foreheads touch, and a devilish smile forms on her face at the helplessness in his glazed eyes, licking his lips in between throaty gasps of pleasure. She has him right where she wants him. "There you go baby, pound that fuckin' pussy, fill it up," she coaxes.

"Unhhh, shit," Roman's whines disintegrate into a whimpering cry as his big body trembles viscerally against her own. Joy's toes curl as he lodges his dick all the way inside her, making her feel each throbbing spurt of his warm seed spilling generously in her pussy. She never minds him coming inside her; her IUD is always in place, mainly for his benefit and hers. His deep, sexy grunts as he rides out his nut with stuttered ruts of his hips wash over her, leaving her breathless and weak-kneed for him.

Kissing her leg and letting it down, Roman finally pulls his dick out with a hiss and strokes out the rest of his cum onto her softened, battered pussy lips. Joy stares dazedly at the ceiling, her body humming from the last vestiges of her orgasm and a touch of pain. She feels his big arms slide around her waist and draw her in so their lips meet, savoring their collective taste with their tongues as they bask in the afterglow. He takes her arms and winds them around his neck before picking her up, transferring her from the sofa to the king-sized bed a couple of feet away. He lays her carefully on the bed and sits at the edge, watching her snuggle against the soft sheets and pillows with a satisfied sigh. The outdoor lights peeking through the window cast a glittery shadow over her nude body, making her look even more beautiful. And speaking of beautiful...

"I got you something," he announces, taking a small gift box labeled Van Cleef & Arpels sat on the nightstand and handing it to her.

"What's this?" she questions, slowly sitting up.

"Just a lil' sumn I thought you'd like," he simply shrugs. "Open it."

Eyeing him suspiciously, she unties the ribbon at the top of the box and removes the lid. Nestled in navy-blue velvet are an eighteen-carat yellow-gold Alhambra bracelet and matching earrings. She wishes she disliked the warmth that blooms inside her at the sweet gesture. She meets his eyes, noting his cocked eyebrow and cocky smirk as he gauges her reaction.

"This a good enough apology for you?" he asks.

Joy smiles gratefully and kisses his lips. "They're beautiful. But I keep telling you, you don't have to buy me anything," she says.

"Well, I want to. Sue me." He goes quiet for a few seconds, contemplating his next words. "You got tickets to the SuperBowl, right? Let's go together. We can hang out in my skybox."

"And have people talk about us? We got reputations to uphold. And what about Venita?"

"She'll be there. She's still clueless about us. And I told you, ain't nobody gon' say shit. Between your lawyer and mine, all them NDAs are water-tight." When he speaks again, his voice is much softer. "I just miss spending time with you. I miss when we weren't at each other's throats like we are these days."

"That's only cuz you make my job harder, Reigns," she points out, scooting over when he rolls into the bed and sits up against the headboard next to her.

"And you, mine. But despite all of that, I would do anything for you. You know that, right? That's why I agreed to that damn match. For you," he adds, biting his lip as he caresses her chin and gazes tenderly at her. Joy feels her heart flutter as his chocolate-colored eyes gleam with that familiar, intense passion that the two of them have been sharing for almost four years now...

"You're so cute when you get all soft and sweet on me, champ," she smiles, leaning in for another kiss that lingers pleasantly this time. It's little moments like these that try to con her, even to this day, that their affair has veered towards the romantic side. She thanks the cynical businesswoman in her for swiftly kicking that childish notion to the curb every time the delusion attempts to rear its ugly head.

Their embrace is interrupted by the grating sound of his phone vibrating, forcing him to pull away from her with a tired sigh. On the nightstand, a text message with Venita's name lights up his phone screen.

Countin the minutes till I touch down in Vegas 🥺😍 Can't wait to see you again! Love you Baby Boo 😘

"Aww, poor baby," Joy's giggle is dark and mocking as she looks over Roman's shoulder. Snatching the phone out of his hand, she opens up the message and begins typing.

"Don't start no shit, now," he sighs, but makes no move to stop whatever havoc she's causing through his device.

"Relax, Baby Boo," she teases, pressing Send and holding his phone up to his face to show him her response.

I'm waiting for you babe. Can't wait to see you 😍 Love you sm.

"See? I was nice," she says, putting away his phone and climbing on top of his big body.

Roman rolls his eyes and runs his hands along her thighs. "I guess I should thank you, then?"

"Oh, no need to thank me. I'm just being a good, caring boss," she replies, bending to kiss his lips, trailing her tongue along his bearded jawline and tasting her dried juices. "You're my star employee, so it's important that I always give you what you need. And I always give it to you, don't I?"

Roman groans into her mouth as she kisses him harder, her dainty fingers stroking his dick which immediately pulses in her grasp as though it hasn't been touched all day. "Yeah, you do," he rasps, his body heating up as she starts to descend on him. "Oh shit, baby, you feelin' generous tonight..."

"Mmm, more like selfish..." She sits all the way down with a gasp, making both their hearts race with each twitch of his cock inside her. "Cuz I want that dick again, and I'm taking it..."

She is already moving, hunched over him, her titties in his face, sucking them both back into that sensual place of pleasure they like to visit together. He answers to her, in more ways than one, and he won't have it any other way. "Anything you want, boss. Anything you want," the Tribal Chief croaks out, allowing himself to sit back and enjoy the ride, quite literally.

THE END

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[psychic-pigeons]

hey if you write a pattern for the chilchuck amigurumi I will buy it instantly

ive gotten multiple asks about this, so ill just answer them all here in one go.

i wrote down everything while i was working on it, but i theres some stuff that i would do diffrently and i also didnt take a lot of process pics so it wont be a full proper pattern for those reasons, but ill add all that i have under the cut!

i dont want any compensation, but if you wanna do me a favor you can donate to esims for gaza, unrwa, any of these gefundme's, or another trusted charity of your choice.

now to the pattern! i would love to see the results of anyone making a squeakychuck, feel free to tag or dm me :)

the dimensions of this depend on the size of ur squeaker and yarn, i had a 4ish cm squeaker and somewhat thick 4/8 cotton yarn (kinda 6/8ish thickness). depending on ur yarn and squeaker u might need to follow a different pattern for the body.

if youre using a different body base pattern, the tunic and blouse pattern are pretty easily adjustable. ill add some notes for that at those sections of the pattern. ill also link some videos i used at relevant sections.

if theres an Action store near where u live, see pic below for the yarn i used for the skin, reddish brown, black and light brown. i got 3 of these but 2 packs was enough. the dark brown and creme were from my stash. i also got the squeaker from a donut dog toy from Action.

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abreviations list (all in us terms):

mr = magic ring

sc = single crochet

hdc = half dubble crochet

slst = slipstitch

ch = chain

bobble = 5 double crochet in one stitch

4inc = 4 sc in one

4 inc = increase in the next four stitches

BLO = back loop only

FLO = front loop only

what you need:

-skin color of choice yarn

-creme/white yarn (normal for body, thin for blouse)

-greyish creme (for boot flaps)

-black yarn

-dark brown yarn

-light brown yarn

-reddish brown yarn

-green yarn

-4 tiny buttons (for arm joints)

-cardboard (for shoe sole

-3.5mm hook

-squeaker

-needlefelt needle

-stuffing

-stitchmarker (optional, i always mark the first stitch of the round)

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once again disclaimer, this is not a propper pattern, this is just what i wrote down while i was crochetting. it may not nessecarily be the best way to do it. i wanted most clothes to be removable, but you have to partially disassemble the doll if you want to remove them. if you dont like how something looks or works ur free to do whatever you want. big fan of fucking around and finding out personally.

if you have any questions feel free to dm me, might take me a while to reply though.

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SQUEAKY CHUCK PATTERN 3.5mm hook

head (skin)

r1: sc 6 in mr

r2: (inc) x6

r3: (sc 1, inc) x6

r4: (sc 2, inc) x6

r5: (sc3, inc) x6

r6: (sc4, inc) x6

r7: (sc 5, inc) x6

r8-15 : sc 42

r16: (sc 5, dec) x6

r17: (sc 4, dec) x6

r18: (sc3, dec) x6

r19: (sc2, dec) x6

r20: (sc 1, dec) x6

r21: sc 12

slst, fasten off

ears x2 (skin)

r1: sc6 in mc

r2: (inc) x6

r3: (sc, inc) x6

r4-6: sc 18

r7: dec 9. slst fatsen off.

Body - leg up (skin, black, thick creme)

start with skin

r1: ch 6, inc in 2nd from hook, sc 3, 4inc, sc 3, inc

r2: inc 2, sc 3, inc 4, sc 3, inc 2

r3: inc 3, sc 5, inc 6, sc 5, inc 3

r4: BLO sc in all

r5: sc 3, dec 2, sc 3, dec 2, sc 6, dec 2, sc 3, dec 2, sc 3

r6: sc 1, dec, sc 4, dec 6, sc 4, dec, sc 1.

r7: sc 6, dec 3, sc 6

stuff

-r8 dec, sc in all

change color to black [color change video]

r9-23: sc in all

1st leg: fasten off

2nd leg [joining legs video]:

r24: sc7, ch 1, sc join in 1st leg after last sc, sc13, sc1 in visible v loop of ch1, sc 7

r25: sc7, sc 1 in remaining v loop of ch1, sc21

r26-31: sc 28

r32: sc 7, change color to creme/white, slst 1, sc 20

r33-35: sc 29

r36: (sc 8, dec) x3

r37: (sc7, dec) x3

r38: (sc6, dec)x3

add squeaker

r39: sc21

r40: (sc 5, dec) x3

r41-42: sc18

r43: (sc 1, dec) x6

fasten off

Arms (skin, dark brown)

i made the arms movable with button joints, but after looking at some videos i discovered that what i did is not called a button joint and i dont have a video explaining it, so i hope this drawing helps.

the red bits are the buttons inside of the arms and body, and the thread (blue for clarity, i matched it w the skin) should be pulled tight and finished off with a double or tripple knot inside the body.

or you could just sew on the arms that also works. but wait with doing that until youve finished the blouse as the hands dont fit through the sleeves. i have a seperate section on assembly at the end of the pattern.

start with skin

r1:sc6 in mc

r2: inc x6

r3(sc, inc)x6

r4 : sc 18

change color to brown

r5: sc 18

1st arm r6: sc 3, bobble, sc 14.

2nd arm r6.2: sc 14, boble, sc 3

[i matched the top loop to the bobble color but i think it would look better if u didnt]

r7: sc 18

r8: (sc 4, dec)x3

r9: (sc 3, dec)x3

r10 sc12

color switch to skin (you might want to do this a round earlier, i didnt initially plan on making the gloves flared, and this color change part can sometimes be seen and look kinda weird)

r11-14: sc 12

r15: (sc4, dec)x2

r16-19 : sc 10

r20: (sc3, dec)x2

r21: sc8

insert button joint

r28: (sc2, dec)x2

slst, sew shut

glove flare (dark brown)

r1: ch 15, slst join LONG TAIL

r2: (sc4, inc)x3

r3: sc4, inc, sc8, inc, sc 4

r4: sc 2, slst fasten off

sew 2 rows below thumb bobble

boots (light brown, dark brown, greyish creme) [video]

these are removable but they dont go on easily, so you gotta patiently massage the feet in there.

start with light brown

ch 7, start in 2nd from hook:

r1: sc 5, 3inc, sc 4, inc

r2: inc, sc 4, inc 3, sc 4, inc 2

r3: inc, sc 5, hdc inc 7, sc 5, inc 2

r4: slst fasten off. sew in holes/tails, fray ends for flat gluejob. trace onto cardboard for sole.

switch color to dark brown

r1: BLO join slst, BLO sc in all

r2-3: sc in all

glue in sole

r4: sc 8, dec 5, sc 12

r5: sc 7, dec 4, sc 10

r6: sc7, dec2, sc 10

r7-10: sc in all

switch color to greyish creme

r11-12: sc in all

r13: slst, FLO sc in all

r14-16: sc all

slst fasten off

flip the greyish creme flap over.

blouse (thinner creme)

this is a standard raglan pattern, if you need the whole thing bigger/smaller you need to have more/less chains at the beginning. this change also carries over to the collar. the increases are evenly spaced for me, and unless your doll has a very broad chest this shouldnt have to change.

if the arms need more space you need to either add more rows to the r3-7 part and/or add more chains in r8 (this part should fit pretty sugg around the body)

i was experimenting a bit w using BLO to minimize the gap where the sleeve and body seperate (r8). it worked p good but you can ignore it if you dont understand it and just sc in all.

(edit: if this confuses you, understandable. I answered an ask abt it here but feel free to ask if its still unclear)

r1: ch24, slst join.

r2: (sc 5, inc) x4

r3-7: inc in first of previous inc. last row should have 10 sc between increases.

r8: sc5, blo sc 1, ch 5, blo sc join in 1st of next inc, sc 11, blo sc1, ch5, blo sc join in 1st st of next inc, sc 5

r9: sc6, blo sc 1, sc 5, blo sc1, sc11, blo sc 1, sc 5, blo sc 1, sc 6

r10-13: sc in all (36)

r14: (sc8, inc)x4

r15: sc in all (40)

slst finish off

Sleeve

r1: join mid armpit, slst ,sc2, sc in the leftover bits from the BLO stitches, sc 11, sc in leftover BLO bits, sc2

r2-6: sc in all

collar

join left-middle front, sc 7, inc, sc8, inc, sc 7. turn

r2: sc7, inc, sc 10, inc, sc 7. turn

r3: sc8, inc, sc 10, inc, sc 8. turn

cuffs

r1: join mid body-facing side, FLO sc 20

r2-4: sc 20, slst fatsen off

Tunic (red brown) [tunesian entrelac crochet]

if you want to make this bigger i recommend keeping the same square layout, but making the squares bigger. its a bit of measuring and math to figure it out.

the tunic is made in tunesian crochet and i dont really know what written patterns for that look like so i hope this makes sense.

for a single square:

r1: ch4, start in 2nd back bump from hook. pull up a loop from ever back bump. you should have 4 loops on your hook total. simplestitch in all

r2-4: simplestitch in all.

r5: slst in all. fasten off

for the slanted parts i did the decrease by pulling through the middle 2 loops in one go on the back pass

this is how the full thing should look, its worked from bottom left to top right.

sew together the shoulders together, then sew in all of the ends

:) good luck

tunesian crochet has a tendancy to curl, so if you used cotton i def recommend blocking it

i defined the grid a little bit with a dark brown pencil.

cowl (green)

BLO sc 7, repeat till desired lenght, then BLO slst join the last row to the first.

scalp undercut bit (dark brown)

r1: sc 6 in mr

r2: (inc) x6

r3: (sc 1, inc) x6

r4: (sc 2, inc) x6

r5: (sc3, inc) x6

r6: (sc 4, inc)x6

r7: sc36

sew on back of the head (recommend doing this before the ears and face, see end for more detailed assembly instructions)

hair (reddish brown) [hair video]

disclaimer, this is kind of a mess. the lenghts didnt line up the way i intended so i improvised by adding loose strands and spent a lot of time pinning every strand in place before glueing them down.

i used bison kit contact glue since its sturdy, transparant, flexible and waterproof. you can use hot glue as well, i just personally dont like it because its bulky.

r1: sc 21 in mc. join BLO slst

r2: ch 12, sc in 2nd from hook, gdc10, BLO slst join

r3: ch 12, sc in 2nd from hook, gdc10, BLO slst join

r4: ch13, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 11, BLO slst join

r5: ch13, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 11, BLO slst join

r6: ch 14, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 12, BLO slst join

r7: ch16, sc in 2nd form hook, hdc 14, BLO slst join

r8: ch 18, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 16, BLO slst join

r9: ch 18, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 16, BLO slst join

r10: ch 14, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 12, BLO slst join

r11: ch 12, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 10, BLO slst join

r12: ch 10, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 8, BLO slst join

from now on, join in the FLO's of previous round

r13: ch10, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 8, FLO slst join

r14: ch10, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 8 , FLO slst join

r15: ch12, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 10 , FLO slst join

r16: ch12, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 10 , FLO slst join

r17: ch14, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 12 , FLO slst join

r18: ch16, sc in 2nd form hook, hdc 14, FLO slst join

r19: ch 18, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 16, FLO slst join

r20: ch16, sc in 2nd form hook, hdc 14, FLO slst join

r21: ch14, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 12 , FLO slst join

1x ch 6, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 4

2x ch8, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 6

2x ch 10, sc in 2nd from chain, hdc 8, slst in same, fasten off.

2x ch 12, sc in 2nd from chain, hdc 10, slst in same, fasten off.

3x ch14

pin all in place until it looks good, tie +glue loose strands first. then glue back pieces, crown, and lastly bangs/ top back layer. some of the lose strands go behind the ears, one is the left sideburn, and the rest is to cover up the crown. these pics are the best i can do as a guide, this was my first time doing this so i was struggling lol.

i didnt fully glue down the bangs and the top back layer bc i thought it would be fun if u could ruffle his hair, but my friend who i gave the plush to has significantly abused him (its been 2 days) and his hair is a mess so im gonna have to glue it down again lol. might as well do it all the first time if u plan on throwing him down the stairs or something.

Face

for eyes + eyebrows, embroider outline with dark brown, then needle felt [video] the inner parts w unraveled dark brown fluff. the dark brown i used was probably acrylic. cotton doesnt really work well for this.

Belt and pouch (dark brown)

the belt is a 3 strand basic friendship bracelet! [video]

sew together the ends and hide it with by sewing the pouch on top.

i didnt write down the pattern for the pouch, but from the top of my head its the same start as the squares for the tunic

r1-9: simple stitch in all

r10: simple stitch 1, decrease by putting your hook through 2 vertical bars when pulling up a loop, simple stitch edge 1.

r11: slst in all, finish with a long tail

use tail to sew together the sides, and sew the pouch onto the belt. use some yellow thread to make a button.

ASSEMBLY.

put on the blouse, put the arms in their place and finish the button joints.

put on the tunic, lace the sides with dark brown yarn, finish with a knot and hide the tails underneath the chest part of the tunic.

slide on the belt and boots.

sew the scalp undercut bit to the head

sew the ears to the head

tie + glue the loose hair strands behind the ears

glue the back of the hair

glue the back of the hair

glue the middle circle part of the hair

glue the top back layer and bangs

sew the head to the body

put on the cowl

i hope this is somewhat clear, feel free to dm me is you have questions.

enjoy your squeakychuck :D

[a-d-nox]

what your tarot deck thinks about the place you are living

grab your tarot deck! ask your deck "what do i need to know about my home?" below are some ideas of what the cards you get could mean.

the fool

first time home owner and/or going without an inspection or walkthrough (site-unseen buying)

the magician

fixer-upper and/or in need of repair

the empress

fertile ground and/or having a good foundation

the emperor

you definitely need to get an inspection and/or a picky/tricky seller (needing to be aggressive with bidding)

the hierophant

seek financial counseling, to seek with your realtor more seriously, and/or needing to call in a specialist

the chariot

get ready to move

the hermit

the house is older; you might want to look at foundation, electrical, and/or insulation

death

remodeling

the devil

definitely look at electrical and ac/heating elements (duct cleaning may be needed) - or even the dryer vent

the tower

this is a tear down and start from scratch project

the star

PLEASE look into your plumbing...

judgment

you might be in over your head with the cost of where you live; its time to move to somewhere a bit more sustainable

3 of cups

house warming

3 of cups rx

a controlling HOA and/or noisy/gossipy neighbors

4 of cups

having a lot of big ideas for what you want your house to be and look like, but not taking the action needed for it to get to that vision

5 of cup

money pit house that makes you feel disappointed/depressed

2 of pentacles rx

not having enough time for everything you want to accomplish with the house between life, job, and house renovations

3 of pentacles

talking with architects, someone who does custom building, and/or who an interior designer

4 of pentacles

having a lot of clutter and/or hoarding that damages the house

5 of pentacles

needing better insulation and/or to upgrade windows (plastic wrap in winter or something)

7 of pentacles rx

not working towards your vision in terms of housing expectations

ace of swords

making an offer on a house

2 of swords

having to make a difficult decision about what project to focus on

5 of swords

disagreeing with your family about what should happen with a project and having an argument

6 of swords

needing flood insurance

7 of swords

taking pieces from old projects or from what already exists

2 of wands

putting in an add-on

7 of wands

the place as a lot of unforeseen issues

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[nina-ya]

Lights Camera Action

Synopsis: You are an amateur pornstar who has the opportunity to work on a scene with the more well known Eustass Kid. You just can't seem to get through your scene, so Kid has to gain your trust before he can indulge in you A/N: This was originally a piece made for @cherrykamado and this is a collaboration with my dear friend @nc-vb thank you so much for working on this with me this is genuinely one of my favorite things i've written Pairing: Kid x Reader CW: NSFW, AFAB reader, Kid is kind of an asshole at first, oral (male receiving) WC: 4.2k

The makeup artist puts the final touches on your looks as you sit nervously in front of the mirror. You were an amateur adult film star and today’s shoot is with the famous Eustass Kid. You had heard through the grapevine that Kid was a rather tough person to work with, and he was not the kindest either, but only time would tell if these rumors were true. Despite your nerves, you were just thrilled at the opportunity to work with a more well-known performer. It was sure to get your name out there and give your career the boost it needed. 

You were dressed up in your robe with the rather skimpy secretary outfit underneath– your breasts were nearly bursting out of your button-up top thanks to the push up bra you were wearing, and the skirt you sported left nothing for the imagination. Of course, to add to the realism, you had no panties on. When the makeup artist finished, you put on the fake pair of glasses that you were asked to wear, sealing the look. 

The scene was set in a CEO’s office, with you playing Kid’s secretary. You had rehearsed the lines in your head trying to build up the confidence you needed. It was simple, right? You just had to go in and ask for a raise, give him a blowjob under the desk, and get railed over said desk. Not many lines to be said other than the occasional exaggerated moan and calling out of his name.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and took a deep breath before standing up and taking off the robe, draping it onto the chair behind you. The crew signals that they’re ready, and you make your way to the set, trying to ignore the nerves building within you. 

The set is complete with a large desk, leather chairs, bookshelves lined with various awards and books. The man of the hour, Eustass Kid, sat behind the desk with a stern expression on his face. Is he already in character or is he always this way? You thought to yourself as you took your  place right outside of the door to the room.

“Action!” the director, the infamous Buggy, called out, and you entered the room. You sauntered in, trying to exude seduction and confidence. 

“Mr. Kid,” you began, your voice obnoxiously heightened, as you have seen others do for this type of film. “I wanted to talk to you… about a raise.” If anyone listened closely, they could hear the slight tremble in your voice, indicating the anxiety you were feeling in the moment. 

Kid looked up from his papers, his gaze lingering on your figure. “A raise, huh?” he said, the gruffness in his voice not laying up. “And what makes you think that you deserve one?” He asked, leaning back in his chair as he placed his pencil down on the desk with a light thud.

You swallowed nervously, trying to remember your lines. “Well, Mr. Kid, I’ve been working for you for a very long time, and I think I have proven myself to be a valuable asset to the company.” You reached up, placing a hand on your shirt as you continued. “Maybe even a valuable asset to… you. Don’t you think so?”

With a coy smile on your lips, you began to slowly undo the buttons of your shirt, one by one. Each button released with a small click slowly revealing the lacy red bra hidden beneath. Your movements were deliberately slow and teasing, as you let the fabric slide open, inch by inch.

Kid’s eyes followed your every move, his gaze darkening with desire as he took in the sight before him. He coughed before speaking up, “Well, maybe I could be persuaded.” 

Cue the knocking at the door indicating the next part of the scene. You gasped, and scrambled to button up your shirt, when Kid insisted that you hide under the desk.  You crawled under the desk and right as prompted, two other actors walked in, portraying individuals Kid had a meeting with. Kid greeted them, and urged them to sit down in the seats across from his desk.

“Cut!” Buggy yelled. The camera and lighting crew started moving around, setting up to get the shots under the desk. This allowed you to have a moment to breathe. You closed your eyes and took some deep breaths, preparing yourself for the next scene. 

You could hear Kid above you muttering to the other actors, “Tch, they're already so nervous and we’ve barely started. It’s going to be a long day,” he finished with a groan.

You opened your eyes at the comment and you were met with the sight of Kid palming himself through his pants. You shouldn’t have been surprised, he needed to keep himself hard for the upcoming scene. Still, you couldn’t stop the heat that flushed your cheeks as you stared at the sight in front of you. You’d seen his work before and knew that he was big, but seeing it in person was a much different story. Even through his pants, You could tell that he was larger than any dildo you’d ever taken. 

This was certainly going to be an interesting shoot. 

The crew finished setting up for the next scene, the scene where you were supposed to suck him off under the desk. Buggy called for action once more, and you pushed aside those nerves. You took a deep breath, determined to give this your best effort. After all, this is one of your only chances to make it big in the industry.

As the script called, you made exaggerated facial expressions to indicate that you can hear the voices, and your expression turned into a playful toothy grin as you stared at the erection in front of you. 

You scooched slightly closer, and your hands reached out to unbutton and unzip his pants. You shimmied his cock out of his pants, staring at it while practically drooling. Part of you was not acting at this point- Kid was hung to put it lightly. You leaned forward, preparing to take him into your mouth, when your confidence faltered and you hesitated, your mind suddenly filling with doubt. ”What if I can’t perform well enough? What if I disappoint everyone?” you thought to yourself. 

With a shaky breath, you leaned in, barely popping his length into your mouth before quickly pulling back, unable to go through with it. your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you looked up at Kid and the crew, apologetic and ashamed. 

Buggy groaned rather exaggeratedly before yelling “Cut!”

Kid rolled back in his chair to put some distance between the two of them, his features clearly adorning a frustrated expression evident by the furrow of his eyebrows and the way he sharply sighed out.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice only audible to Kid. “First day jitters?” you asked, trying to lighten the mood. 

Kid glanced down at you, his gaze narrowing as his eyes bore into your. “Just do better next time,” he said rather harshly. He ran a hand over his face as he muttered, “fucking amateurs. Why did I even agree to this shit?” 

A sinking feeling washed over you. Anxiety bubbled up in you as you heard the disappointment in Kid’s voice. All the rumors were right. He really is an asshole. You knew that you had ruined the moment, and that sense of failure settled in as everyone prepared for another take.

Buggy yelled action once again, and you braced yourself for another attempt, determined to make it work this time. As you leaned forward, you could feel the frustration radiating off of him. You reached for his pants once more, your fingers trembling slightly as you unzipped them. But before you could even make a move, Kid’s voice cut through the air, sharp and biting. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he spat, glaring down at you. “Can’t you do something as simple as sucking someone off?” 

your heart sank at his words, his words hitting you like a punch to the gut. You refused to let it break you, though, and you gathered yourself quickly as you once again tried performing the scene. You leaned in, and you could feel Kid’s impatience growing, his harsh words running through your mind, making you struggle to focus. Just as you was about to make another attempt, a voice interrupted from behind the camera. 

“Cut!” Buggy shouted, his own frustration growing as the crew around you let out a groan of frustration themselves. Kid let out a frustrated growl, his anger simmering as he glared at you.

“You’re fucking useless,” he muttered, his voice laced with disdain as he stormed off the set, leaving you feeling small and defeated in his wake.

“Wha- Eustass come ba- oh okay, he’s gone.” Buggy sighed as he watched the door to the set slam with a loud thud. “I guess that’s it for today. Come on, pack it up.” he said as he started packing up his own equipment.

you sat there in utter defeat, not even bothering to move as the crew around you packed up. You only moved when the crew needed to move around set pieces, but you still sat off to the side, letting the disappointment settle in.

Unlike that of a film or television set, the ones used for adult productions were almost always running. While perhaps one crew was finished, the rest of the building would still be abuzz; the crew covering yours and Kid’s film likely would’ve been shipped off to another set on another floor. 

Knowing that the room wasn’t booked for another couple of hours, and that it still needed to be refreshed for the next team, you bothered to spare a moment and sighed into your hands. Despite being nervous going into filming, you at least thought you’d be able to make it through today’s scene, even if you had to pretend while you pretended. And leaving the room too early might’ve meant running into any member of the crew who hadn’t left yet-- the embarrassment if you faced them too soon would eat at you even worse. 

There’s a loud noise from the outer shell of the set, sounding similar to the crash bar on a door being slammed into; a door is shut a moment later. you sniffed, groaning at the thick of it, and pushed your elbows from your knees. The door to the office set swung open (even though you’d been prepared for it, it still managed to startle you), revealing you co-star for their film. Still wearing the same suit from production, he walked in, and let the flimsy office door for the set close loudly on his heels.

“Eustass,” you called, blinking rapidly. “Did you forget something?”

“No.” He paused. “Not really.” 

The sudden awkward silence was starting to grow heavy.

“So… why…” He cleared his throat, incidentally cutting off your attempt to query him further; you sighed. “Listen, Eustass… I don’t have the energy to hear you bitch and moan at me a second time about the scene. Just… leave me alone here; I’ll be ready by tomorrow.”

“Bitch and moan?” he repeated, his gruff voice raising an octave. “Is that what it’s called when someone’s trying to get a job done and you can’t get your shit together?”

your expression hardened. “And you saying what you said, is that how you’re supposed to treat your scene partner? All the rumours of you being tough to work with were true after all. So, is that what you came back here for? To snap at me some more. Because if so--”

“Dinner,” he interrupted. your lips stayed apart in your shock. “Come grab somethin’ to eat.”

“... with you,” you clarified. 

Eustass nodded, a jerk of a gesture. “With me.” At your lack of response, “We don’t know each other. And I’ve done this long enough to tell when someone ain’t comfortable with me. So let’s grab a bite, and, uh, talk.”

“Talk…”

“That’s what I said, damn it! You comin’ or what?!”

you hastily rose to your feet. “Y-Yeah, um, yes…”

The walk down the hall and the ride in the elevator was done in silence. Originally, you thought they might be going to some nearby restaurant, the closest being a ten-minute drive west of the set building. “Other than what our scene was supposed to take, I’ve got another one about five hours from now that I’ve gotta prepare for in three-- you fine with food truck grub? There’s a few that set up shop a couple of blocks from here.”

But “food truck grub” was fine, too. “Sure, that’s okay with me.”

Eustass jerks his head, gesturing the way. you stepped quickly to keep up with his lengthy stride, panting by the time they’d reached the curb where the trucks were parked. You caught the tail-end of a chuckle from him, a deep noise that made you flush. 

Choosing what to eat was the easiest part. With how many choices there were, you surprised yourself by picking out what you wanted fairly quickly. But as they walked away from the trucks, the two of them silently eating with the occasional question from Eustass, deciding on what to talk about was much more difficult. 

You could at least admit that contrary to those rumours you’d heard about him, the man wasn’t bad. Rough around the edges, rough in his mannerisms, with his speech patterns-- in your short time as an adult film actress, you’d yet to encounter a co-star who’d gone out of their way to make you feel comfortable; just grinning and bearing it had become the norm for you, swallowing down whatever discomfort or aggravations you were forced to deal with. Out of all the men in the industry, you’d expected someone like him to be even less courteous. 

You couldn’t help the flutter of relief in your chest at the sight of the man before you. Out of the set and out of the suit, enjoying a steak chimichanga and a dark soda; the normalcy he exudes was almost pacifying. And as their conversation went on and flowed naturally, filling those two spare hours of his easily.

A loud ring from Eustass’s pocket startles them both; wiping his one hand with a napkin, he reached for it and shut off the alarm.

“Gotta go back and start prepping for that next shoot,” he explained, crumpling both his and your garbage up into a ball. Tossing it into the nearby bin, “I don’t gotta ask if you’re good now, right?”

you laughed, an airy noise, and grinned. “No, I think this was just what I needed. I am sorry for ruining the shoot, I just…”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Eustass grumbled. “Besides-- who said that me inviting you out here was only for your sake?”

You blinked. “Sorry?”

His eyes narrowed down at you when he smirked. In raising a hand in front of his mouth, he parted his fingers, and poked his long tongue between them before walking away. You coughed, choking on your own saliva at the gesture, the very vulgar and in-broad-daylight gesture. As hard as you tried, not blushing was impossible, and his fading laughter only made it worse. 

The following day arrived quickly. Shortly after nine in the morning, you received a text from Buggy to come in before noon to finish the shoot. You showered quickly, ready and out the door by half after ten. Upon arriving, you spot Eustass at the end of the hall, about to enter his designated styling room when he notices you, shooting you a quick wave before disappearing inside. 

A different kind of anxiety nestled itself inside you. It churned in your stomach like dough, instead of cement, and had you fidgeting so much that your stylist had to ask you to “settle down”. You were eager to begin, eager to prove that the day before was just a fluke. Half the night was spent thinking and planning along the grains of the script on how you were going to exude the confidence and sexuality you knew you had in you. You’ve done it dozens of times. The situation with Eustass Kid was intimidating. “He’s a decent guy, just… a bit impatient.” Now that you know him better, this’ll be a cinch.

Once more, you slipped out of your robe to assemble the overly-pinched secretary outfit, breasts almost tumbling out of the push-up bra supplied to you-- not that it was necessary. The buttons of the blouse only make it halfway along your abdomen, the entirety of your cleavage exposed for the cameras.

Slipping on the fake prescription glasses, you exited your own room and made your way to the set. Everyone was already inside, the crew putting the finishing touches to reset the room from its last use, Buggy handing out last-second instructions and demands, and Eustass, who, despite his insistence, had fallen victim to one of the stylists curing his hair up one last time. 

“It’s just gonna get messed up again in ten minutes,” he argued, but they wouldn’t have it. 

“Alright, people!” Buggy’s sudden, loud clapping pierces your ears. “This is the last time we’ve got time to run this scene! If some of us can’t get it together, we’re cutting it. Places!!”

The stylists and set designers disappear, and you follow them out the same door to wait behind it for Buggy’s signal.

“Begin rolling,” you heard him say. “Action!”

you knocked at the door, a sharp but hesitant three-tone noise that on the other side of the door, has Eustass raising his head. 

“Come in,” he called, and the door clicked open.

“Mr. Kid?” you called, shutting it behind you again. “I wanted to talk to you about a raise.” This time, looking at Eustass didn’t make you tremble; you didn’t have the urge to avert your gaze. you anxieties were officially quelled-- even he could tell the difference, and had to hold himself back from smirking.

“A raise, huh?” Eustass sets his pencil down, and leans back in his chair with his arms folded over his chest. “And what makes you think that you deserve one?”

you, too, held back a smile of your own. “Well, Mr. Kid, I’ve been working for you for a very long time. I think I’ve proven myself a valuable asset to your company.” The slight deviation from the script was noted by both Eustass and Buggy, though neither would complain about it-- not when the delivery managed to change the room’s temperature.

you curved around the large desk to where Eustass sat, leaning back against it so that it pushed up the plush of your ass for the camera, and reaching for the end of his burgundy tie. “Maybe… even a valuable asset to you. Don’t you think so?”

You released it to fall back against his wide chest, reaching toward yourself to begin popping the buttons of your blouse, one by one, never breaking eye contact with him. Almost gratefully, the shirt fell open, once more exposing that lace bra of yours. You hadn’t noticed yesterday, but it was the same colour as the tie. 

And like you couldn’t take you eyes off of him, Eustass’s stare was hot and piercing like a branding iron. “Well… maybe I could be persuaded.”

Another knock at the door falsely-startled you while in-character, and you made to fasten the buttons of your blouse.

“Chickening out?” Eustass asked. “Thought you wanted a raise.”

“I… I do!”

“Then you’d better get under this desk and hide.” They knock again. “Better yet, entertain me through this meeting. Earn it.”

“Cut!” you let out a breath, rolling your shoulders. “Much better!”

A scene is next shot with you bolting to crawl where Eustass remains manspread in his chair, with another adjacent camera shooting you getting situated between his knees, before the cameras are shifted to stay out of each other’s view for the majority of the shoot. 

The desk had been purposely built to allow for extra room for the actor to hide under (because why else would someone need that much room under their desk?) and be comfortable there. It was clear that Eustass had been “fluffed” prior to entering the set, but unlike yesterday’s failed shoot that had him palming at himself to stay hard, while the cameras were busy being repositioned and the room’s lighting was adjusted, his eyes remained on you, his bulge twitching almost eagerly within his slacks. 

One last transition shot was filmed of Eustass undoing his belt and you sliding his pants to his ankles before Buggy calls “Action!” for the next scene. 

There’s a third knock at the door. “Come in,” Eustass finally called, and two other actors entered, taking the two seats across the desk at his urging. 

For the second time in twenty-four hours, you have to hold back your shock at your co-star’s size. He really was massive. You were sure that even in the shadows of the desk, your blush would be picked up by the cameras.

As the three men begin their “meeting”, you lean on your knees to lift your hands to his lap, your palms smoothing across the corded, muscular expanse of his thighs. Eustass shifted in his seat when they finally reached him; hot and thick within you held around his length, you proof as a “valuable asset” as Mr. Kid’s secretary certainly showed in your multitasking. 

He’d already been hard since first seeing you earlier on. He didn’t even need fluffing today; the woman sitting between his legs, your voice, your lips, your body, even the admittedly cute way you’d eaten yesterday, somehow in their short time of knowing each other, all of that did the trick. Even the fluffer was surprised. 

So, the moment you’d put your hands on him, it’d taken a lot more willpower than he thought it would to actually remain seated. Oh, how he wished it was a different scene they were filming right now. What he’d give to see the face you’re making, to see you lips wrapped taut around his erection, to see you small hands curled around the base of him, to watch you head bop up and down on his cock-- Eustass heaved a sigh, and propped an elbow onto his desk almost shakily as he neared his first release. 

“Shit, I didn’t expect them to be this good,” he thought, and smoothly covered his mouth with his palm while he “listened” to the actors prattle on. Once more, his hips jerked in the chair, and you reached out to attempt to pin them down, the back of your throat already aching.

The meeting concluded only a minute later, but it was a minute too late. You felt his twitching, felt how hot inside of you he was, and as you were about to pull away to allow for him to come on you chest, per the script’s directive, a large hand swung down from the armrest of Eustass’s chair and to instead rest on the back of you head, weighing you down so that his spend exploded down you throat. A groan slipped out of him that he’s quick to spin into a cough as the two men leave the office, one loud enough that it ended up masking the choked noise of surprise that came from you. 

Eustass shuddered and ran a hand down his face, and finally released his grip on you. you cough, swallowing the remnants of cum that threatened to spill out the corners of your mouth and ruin your makeup job too early. You’re barely allowed a break when, again, against the script’s directives, Eustass heaved you out and up from under the desk to sit you on the edge of his desk.

Panting, “M-Mr. Kid, I--”

“It’s too damn early to be taking a break, Miss Secretary.” Eustass lifted his hands to either of your thighs, spreading your knees apart and making your pencil skirt bunch toward your hips. In the corner of your eyes, you spots the one camera shift to aim itself at you bare, glistening cunt. “Ha. Looks like someone enjoyed sucking my cock.”

Still reeling from the switch in plans, you blinked down at Eustass as he fingered off his tie, and braced himself before you. “Mr. Kid--” “Guess I should prove myself a boss deserving of such a good employee, shouldn’t I?”

He leaned down, fingers gripping at you plush thighs to pull you tighter toward him and tongue lolled out and poised, when a screech echoed through the small set.

“Cut!!” Buggy groaned from the other end of the room. The two looked his way to find him glaring at the small screens. “That was a shit angle. Start over from before you pull you out!”

You sighed, and blew a strand of hair from out of your face. It would be an interesting shoot, indeed.

[jovial-thunder]

Downtimes, module editor, water temple

Happy summer! There's smoke in Portland but it's not too bad. Bless firefighters. Work on Lancer Tactics continues apace.

This month has been mostly focused on the largest heretofore-untouched section of the game: downtimes and the module editor for designing the sequences between combats. We're not planning on doing anything particularly innovative or new in its design — if you've played Banner Saga, Fire Emblem (gameboy versions), or Rogue Squadron you'll recognize what's going on here.

Repair, level up, have visual-novel-style conversations with companions, do some light choose-your-own-adventuring, and pick & launch the next combat. All pretty standard downtime fare — games have pretty thoroughly explored these patterns as vehicles for narrative at this point.

The unique thing that Lancer Tactics is offering on this front is an editor to make your own entire campaigns. Classic games like Warcraft or Age of Empires had incredible scenario editors, but making anything more than a one-mission map was solely the domain of modders. Over the last few weeks, we've gotten a full basically-visual-novel-editor working ingame where you can orchestrate NPC story arcs, clocks ticking, branching paths, and triggered events for all the stuff that happens between combats.

All of the campaigns we ship with the game are going to be made with these same editors, which'll force us to really make sure that they're solid tools. I think it'd be very funny to someday see someone like completely ignore all the mech stuff and just make a visual novel in this engine.

There's no new preview game build this month because adding this big section of the game means too many things are under construction. I'm happy with how fast we've been able to get this going, but making ingame editors is a lot of unglamorous UI piping and data refactoring work. Fingers crossed that it'll come together enough that we'll be able to get the first version of this editor in your hands in time for the next update

Other Changelogs

Carpenter has started re-making the tutorial level from the demo in this new engine, which is pushing us to add a bunch of stuff to the combat editor. I added triggers for playing arbitrary effects on the map, moving the camera, storing arbitrary data to the battle/module states, enabling/disabling/triggering other triggers, AND/OR conditions, and putting execution limits on triggers.

Triggers can highlight UI or actions (so it can be like "use the boost to get through!" and the boost button becomes all shiny)

New "camera start" zone type

Added a "hotspot" zone type that has a little floating title, and plastered the names of other zones on the map (visual style stolen from some Foundry VTT modules)

Added water, whose level can be set via the editor or triggers.

Added unmounted pilots who can mount up into Shut Down mechs. We continue to plan to not have pilot combat be a part of the core game, but it'll be useful for scenario or scripted sequences.

Added activation pips and template icons to the mini healthbar on units.

A bunch more portrait editor assets from Martina, including facial hair. Here's a check Carpenter did where he tried to recreate some official Lancer art ingame. ✨

Schedule update

Taking a look at our original date for the "bones" of the game ("finishing the battle engine, basic character creation, 2 mechs per manufacturer, and an a 'instant action' mode"), we estimated being able to get it done by the end of November. The emotional milestone for me on this front is getting the game to a complete enough state that I feel OK about swapping it in on the itch.io page.

I've been saying that the 3D cataclysm has pushed us back back about 3 months, and I think that's still holding true. Carpenter and I haven't officially made the call yet, but I think it's likely we'll need that time to port more mech content; here's a graph they made that shows about where we're sitting on the PC and NPC mechs for the "bones" target in terms of mechanics and action icon/sprite. 

(This data is pulled from a big table they made that includes ALL talents/gear/traits where we've been marking things off as we've implemented them. Very handy for tracking where we are.)

That's all for now. Tata!

[kolyasangel]

this place i call home

synopsis: after a long day at work, sigma really needs to relax in your arms...

content: fem!reader, sleepy n tired sigma, so so fluffy and soft

"Dear?" Sigma's voice called out for you after he opened the front door to your shared home, his heels clacking against the floor as he made his way inside, closing the door after him.

No response.

That's weird. You always got home from work earlier than him.

"Darling? Are you home?"

His eyebrows furrowed in frustration, scanning the room devoid of your presence. He was so excited to see you, yet you weren't here where he wanted you to be. Making his way toward the couch, he sat down, slipping off his shoes and coat, setting them aside before resting his head against a pillow. As his eyelids grew heavier by the second, a brief nap on the couch didn't seem like a bad idea to pass the time before you returned home soon.

Soon enough, you opened the front door, entering with a plastic bag in your hand.

That was before your eyes laid upon Sigma sleeping on the couch, your heart throbbing at the sight. He was resting on a pillow with one arm covering his eyes, probably to block the light from above, and his pretty, tousled hair splayed out in all different directions on the arm of the couch. You tried to be as quiet as possible, removing your shoes and placing your things on the counter before approaching him. Kneeling at his level, you gently ran your fingers through his hair and placed a kiss on his forehead. He shifted in his sleep, grumbling at the sudden disturbance.

"Hey, it's okay," you whispered to avoid startling him too much. "It's just me."

Sigma's hazy eyes slowly opened to see a figure above him, his lips curling into a smile once he recognized it was you.

"You're home.."

You released a soft gasp as Sigma quickly sat up and wrapped his arms around you, feeling giddy at how he must've missed you throughout the day. His chest is pressed flush against yours, head resting on top of yours, fingers tangled in your hair, a sigh of relief leaving him as he basked in your company. No matter how many layers of clothing you two wore, you could always feel each other's warmth through the fabric.

"We ran out of your favorite tea, so I went to buy some more," you said, explaining your late arrival to him.

"You did?"

How sweet. You could've waited until tomorrow, but as soon as you noticed it had run out, you decided to go out and restock. After all, you knew how much he enjoyed his nightly cup of tea. He released you from his embrace to stand up and walk to the counter, you following behind. He rummaged through the plastic bag—a box of honey lavender tea and a sprinkled sugar cookie.

"And a little snack in case you were hungry," you add.

"Thank you.." He replied with a smile, gratefulness evident in his eyes from your thoughtful action.

You faced him, gazing into his slate eyes and giving his shoulders a squeeze. "Did you eat lunch today, Sigma?" While waiting for a response, you help untie his tie, rolling it up after watching the fabric surrender and collapse in your hands. You then unbuttoned his dress shirt, taking your time with each button, each moment of the intimate gesture enrapturing you. Helping him undress after work was a daily ritual for you, a mundane task, but you enjoyed doing it for him regardless, cherishing the closeness it brought to your relationship.

Sigma's gaze was fixated on the floor as you did this, ashamed to admit the truth, scared to see the look of disappointment on your face. He didn't want you to feel like you had to take care of and look after him all the time, as he had promised you to make an effort to prioritize his health over work, but it seems like he's forgotten. Despite this, he eventually shook his head, and the way you halted your movements fueled his head with more nervousness. But, rather than what he expected, you only smiled and hugged him instead, wanting to ease his worries.

"That's okay, you're trying your best. I'll make something for us, alright? And your tea as well."

You're so kind and patient with him. He felt so undeserving of your love.

"You have to eat Sigma, or else you'll get sick if you don't," you told him before making your way toward the kitchen.

You're too good for him.  

"Wait.." He grabbed your wrist before you could move any further.

"Just stay next to me for a bit, please." He pleaded, intertwining his fingers with yours. The way his other hand went up to his face to rub his eyes showed his tiredness. He's so cute when he's sleepy. You nodded and led him, settling him back onto the couch before carefully removing his earrings and placing them on the coffee table. Sigma felt his heartbeat pick up as he experienced the kindness of your gestures, knowing that you were aware of his stress.

"How about I give you a scalp massage?"

He nodded gleefully to your offer, immediately leaning closer so you could touch him. Your fingers glided through his hair, fingerpads pressing lightly onto his scalp and moving them in small circles, attempting to relax him as much as possible. He let out a sigh in content, closing his eyes and groaning.

"God, that feels good love."

Your hands ghosted over his skin, to the back of his neck, rubbing your fingers in circle-like motions to soothe his tense muscles before dropping to his shoulders.

"Rough day today, honey?"

A frown fell upon his lips, thinking about your question earnestly and stringing his answer together before responding. Most days, he would come home with at least some good news to share with you, but it seemed like today was not one of those days.

"It was okay, I suppose. One of the slot machines was broken without my knowledge, which made a customer upset. I felt guilty for such a mishap so I offered them drinks on the house and had a slot tech get the machine repaired immediately. I just kept thinking about that the whole day, how I must've disappointed someone and," he sighed before continuing, "I also had a lot of papers to go over today, but other than that, it was fine."

You rubbed his back while you listened to him speak, a pout forming on your lips as you examined his weary state while he spoke. Listening to Sigma recount the mishap today and express his guilt about the situation reminded you of what initially drew you to him—his kindness. All you wanted to do was take all his stress away. The least you could do was this, being here for him when he needed you, you thought. Your hard-working man only deserved the best treatment after an exhausting day.

"It's not your fault, Sigma, please don't blame yourself." You reassured him, aware of the doubts he harbored as a manager. He loved when you did this, listening intently to him vent about the stresses of his day, empathizing and validating his feelings as he melted into a puddle in your arms.

"Do you know the biggest reason why I love you?" You asked, cupping his face in your hands.

He shook his head with widened eyes, keen to know the answer.

"You're so kind."

"And you're sweet," he managed to stammer out with a blush at your response, and the way you were leaning into him didn't make his flustered state any better either.

"Shh, you're sweeter.." You used your fingers to comb through his bangs, moving them to the front, giggling as Sigma shook his head, who was shy from your fervent words. He held onto your waist while you played with his hair, observing your pretty face with dilated pupils.

"You should wear your bangs to the front more often. You look cute like this."

Sigma looked aside to conceal his embarrassment, his cheeks dusted with a tint of pink. "My bangs don't look good like that, they're better kept swept to the sides." Despite thinking this, he didn't make any effort to touch his hair, instead looking at you like a shy little boy. "But if you like it, then I'll wear them like that more often.."

All fell silent for a moment before Sigma drew you close, his hand carefully holding the back of your head. His lips met and lazily moved against yours unhurriedly, savoring the sweet taste of your lips.

"You're too tired for this," you pulled away after a minute. "Do you wanna go to bed soon?"

"No, come back, please," he whined, drawing you back to him. It didn't matter if he was too sleepy. He wanted, no, needed your touch. "I wanna kiss you more, n-need it." Even though he was practically falling asleep and couldn't think coherently, there was still a longing for the tender touch of your lips on his. All he knows is that he needs you close to him right now in any way possible. The kisses you placed on his jawline and lips felt nothing less than euphoric, his breath hitching from your eyelashes fluttering against his skin, his sweet giggles filling the room from the ticklish sensation. He was enjoying himself greatly, really feeling like he needed this. In Sigma's mind, he felt like he was in heaven right now. You were such a breath of fresh air when you came into his life, so different from everyone else that only manipulated and used him for their own benefit. Not you.

Eventually, he had to pull away as the tiredness wearing him down washed over him entirely. His head fell on your chest as his eyelids drooped down from drowsiness, cradled in your arms with your chin resting on the top of his head, providing a warm oasis of comfort. Sigma didn't like to be so vulnerable and needy, usually putting your priorities above everything else. But in times like these, he preferred to be the little spoon and wanted to be taken care of, so you made sure to make that happen for him, taking delight in how he always fell asleep like a baby in your arms.

"I'm proud of you, Sigma," you murmured softly, kissing his hair.

That did it for him. Those simple yet affectionate words always worked wonders whenever he felt this way, your words and affection offering him the reassurance and contentment he couldn't find anywhere else.

"I feel better," he whispered, his voice barely audible, brimming with gratitude. "I want to keep making you proud." He managed to utter before falling into slumber with a slight smile on his face. Sigma was more than grateful to have you in his life, always looking forward to coming home to you at the end of the day, for you're his one and only safe haven.

[auratux]

Hii it’s me -🥰

Could we get office sex w diluc (and whoever else u want..maybe zhongli ??? Idk)

of course you can !! i love it when my heart anon requests <3 I hope you enjoy!!

i love zhongli i LOVE THAT MAN

cw: praise, pet names (good girl), mirror sex (diluc), impact play, established relationships, characters 18+, f!reader (lmk if you see something and I missed it!) || unedited/ not proofread

diluc

in front of Master Diluc's desk was a mirror attached to the door. He said in the past the reason why he added a mirror to the door was so he could see the faces of those he refused to do business with. He enjoyed seeing their saddened and disappointed faces.

It only drove him to think that he was the best in the wine business - which he was.

but now it held a different cause.

"So big," you choke out, knees buckling at every thrust, his balls slapping against your cunt, the move leaving a stinging sensation that would add when he kept his motion.

diluc's hand comes down on your ass, feeling the warmth the spot emits from his harsh touch. he rubs small circles on it before repeating the same action - to which you cry out every time.

his fingers move up from your ass, up your forearms, and to your elbows. they curl around it, pulling your arms back. you were now in his upmost control.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," he groans, pisitoning his hips into you. his skin is on fire - his forehead glistening and small red strands stick.

the first few buttons of your shirt were undone, revealing the delicate white lace of your bra yet it only did so much in covering your tits. with every move, they threatened to spill out and he didn't mind if they did.

Through lidded eyes, you gaze upon the mirror, instantly embarrassed by the sight.

your face was flushed, your skin trickling with sweat and your tits almost showing. the bottom of your shirt was ruffled and hitched up to your mid-stomach and your skirt was no longer even on your body.

Your arms were pulled back behind you by your lover who was burying himself deep within that you called out his name.

"don't you look beautiful?" diluc asks, meeting your eyes within the reflection. his hot breath against your ear causing goosebumps to arise, the hair on your arms standing ever so slightly.

"Y-yes," you mutter, tugging on your lower lip and hanging your head down.

a noise of annoyance leaves him as he slows his hips down and he shakes his head when he hears you while - yet he can feel the movement of your hips, pathetically trying to get him to move.

"I want you to look at yourself," his hand reaches forward, grabbing your chin and forcing you to stare at your reflection. "you can do that for me, yeah?"

zhongli

"The director is right below us, you wouldn't want her to hear us, right darling?" Zhongli whispers, his gloved fingers squishing your cheeks together. "If not, I suggest you stay silent."

You whimper underneath him, legs sore and aching - twitching at every pump of his hips. your face aches from the hold he has on you, but you love how he shuts you up like this.

the head of his cock bruises your cervix with every thrust, your walls gladly accepting him and squeezing him tight. over and over, you take him in and swallow him for all he's worth.

the director, Hu Tao, was gone for business (more like on her break but she likes to call it business) and wasn't going to be back for a while. turns out she ended up coming back early with a call of her name as if she announced herself to her consultant and went directly to her office.

"zhongli," you moan out, pussy fluttering around his cock. his veins brush against you, every sensation sending pleasure through your body that it was certain you would pass out from the stimulation.

"Feels so good," you sputter, drool cascading down your chin and onto his gloved finger.

"Yeah?" he pants, hanging his head and gazing at where you connected. his eyes lock at your pussy, loving how puffy and perfect your clit was.

his spare hand wanders down your body, pinching the small bundle of nerves that has you crying out in ecstasy, your nipples erect, and taunting him to take one in his mouth.

"shut up," he grunts, suddenly sticking two fingers into your mouth but not enough to choke you. "suck," he demands, his eyes clouded with lust and the desire to see you at your lowest point.

with doe eyes that shimmer from the light above and the glossiness of tears, you blink a few times before running your tongue around his fingers, flattening underneath the pads.

the taste of leather fills your mouth and the texture of his gloves adds all to the sensation. you moan around his fingers, never breaking eye contact with him.

"what a good girl," he moans out, eyes squeezing shut, inhaling sharply. "such a good girl."

[marysdigdiaries101]

VINYLS

summary : it was margot's turn to pick where to go for date night, and she had the perfect idea of what you'd like.

warning/s : margot robbie x fem! reader, brief smut, mostly fluff, some angst, top! margot, bottom! reader, profanities, not proofread.

word count : ya'll alr know i didn't check

authors note : this was requested here. margot is so goddamn angelic i can't. i'm so so sorry, the ending is really rushed, i can make a part two if you lot want one ! but anyway enjoyy ! ౨ৎ

+ btw men dni

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scrolling through your instagram feed, you shoved another handful of popcorn into your mouth. you had been sat on this same kitchen island stool for two hours and thirty three minutes. yes you were counting.

today was date night and you were so excited to see what margot had planned for the evening, well, for the first hour you were. now you were bored out of your mind. and really uncomfortable too.

picking at the seams of your floral dress, you eyed the dripping tap, willing your girlfriend to come down the stairs soon. maybe if you just ignored margot’s ringing phone in your hand two hours ago, you wouldn’t be here right now. she had texted you that the director called her into a major meeting that she just had to attend.

“I’ll only be a minute!” she called out as she shut the door to your shared bedroom. inhaling deeply, you hopped off the kitchen stool. taking off your leather trench coat and hanging it on the pole at the bottom of the stairs, you made your way to your bedroom where margot’s sweet voice chatted away in a hushed voice. you had decided to take matters into your own hands.

you opened the door slowly as you pressed your index finger to your lips, indicating margot to not take notice of your entrance. taking off your black doc martens, you smirked as you caught the blonde eyeing you down.

once your first task was done, you gently straddled your girlfriend, taking her free hand and guiding it to unzip your dress.

as you crawled off margot, you shimmied the dress off making sure to really emphasise your boobs.

margot drew her eyes away as she found herself stuttering on the phone. clearing her throat, she focused on the floor, forcing herself to stop gaping at you.

climbing into your girlfriend’s lap you started your ministrations on her neck, holding the blonde’s free hand in yours, making sure she doesn’t push you away. disguising her first moan with a load cough, margot glared down at you as the moans became more frequent.

working your way down to her breasts you groped and bit them through her cream coloured silk button down. taking a shaky breath, margot informed her director that she needed a second and would call her back immediately. after quick goodbyes, she ended the call as she pushed your hands away from her body.

“what the hell do you think you’re fucking doing?” , she questioned you, smoothing out her creased top. “oh don’t act like you’re so goddamn innocent, you kept me waiting for so long downstairs; any longer and i might’ve started decaying!” you grumbled as you glared at her.

“so you come up here and start seducing me? and may i add, while i was on a very important work phone call. what are you, three?” she grunted. grimacing as you looked at her expression, you almost regretted your actions. but two whole hours of your life had been wasted waiting for her to be done with this stupid thing and she promised you, she promised you this night was going to be amazing. and so far she was failing miserably.

picking your clothes up, you got dressed in silence, refusing to make eye contact with your girlfriend. putting your shoes on finally, you made your way out the bedroom door, not uttering a word.

thirty minutes later, margot came downstairs, an apologetic expression painted over her distinct features. "i'm so sorry baby. i knew that tonight was our night and i still let work take over. i should've told her it wasn't a good time, but i didn't. so i want to make it up to you. this whole weekend it's just me and you. i got my director to clear my calendar. i'm all yours." the blonde said, her tone filled with remorse.

you could make her really work for it, really punish her for making you wait. but not with those glistening ocean blue eyes silently begging you.

"fine." , was your short response as you hopped off the sofa, smoothing out your dress. "where are we going?" you asked, being extremely blunt on purpose.

"we're going vinyl shopping, i know how much you love them and-" cutting off her sentence midway, you jumped into her arms, any former conflict diminished. ? "baby that's so sweet! i love you, i love you, mphh", you giggled smothering margot in pecks all over her face.

grinning, margot eyed your face blissfully. "i'm happy you're happy." she sighed as she enveloped you in her arms, squeezing you tightly.

"i love you." she confessed into your neck, her arms wrapped around your waists. you were in for a night to remember.

[pebblethestone]

One Wrong Action ²

Vox x Reader /Alastor's sibling

Summary - going out for a walk what happens when someone shows up and ruins your day?

Masterlist

One Wrong Action Masterlist

part 1, part 2, part 3

Words - 1100

Warnings - swearing

A/n - hello yet another chapter I've made a Taglist so if you would like to be added just send a comment and I'll be sure to add you

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Your ears twitch hearing Charlie as she starts to rant about the hotel to Vaggie, angle dust nagging your ear off as you try and be patient as you can with him.

“Well, I would never have of guessed that you and that strawberry pimp are even related, I mean you are both deers~~ bu-” As you hear him say strawberry pimp you burst out laughing not that you did that much as Angle moves back a little surprise with your sudden outburst. Wiping the edges of your eyes as you feel tears.

“Oh my I have never heard anyone call him that, it's great, I will be using it at some point” A lazy smile falls on your face as you hear that Charlie has stopped talking, you look at her as her eyes widen as well as Vaggie's.

“What? Can I not laugh at something so stupid? Am I really that scary to you?” you asked as your lips fell back to a line, you know that being an overlord and people didn't trust them very much but you do try and gain the sinner's trust unless you just dislike them in general for example Val like who wouldn't hate him.

“No, no it's just we didn't expect you to laugh, you're always so serious. Plus we've never seen you react like that before.” Charlie explains to you.

“ah I see, it does not mean that am always serious its just a resting face I seem to have. And you all hardly know me” you say to her as she nods at you and then carries on talking to Vaggie.

“So anyway, sugar do you have a tail? Like a little one? Like deers?” he asks as he tries to take a look.

“That for me to know and you to find out, Angle Dust” the corner of your lip moving up.

“Ugh, you're just like your brother with more words than just an answer,” he says to you annoyed.

“well, we are related so would it not come to you, that I may have similar attitudes to him” you say watching him as you give him a little wink. getting up from where you were sitting and started to head towards the door.

“Y/n, where are you going?” Charlie says from behind you turning your head to look at her she looks a little worried.

“Just on a stroll hon, and to get some cooking stuff, since I do want you all to taste my fabulous cooking for tonight's tea” you say opening the door and heading out, not waiting for Charlie to reply to you.

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As you walk down a street to get your supplies you hear a car slow down to your walking speed you stop and turn your head to look at it as the window of the car rolls down, the first thing you see is a TV head. Your face scrunching up.

“Vox, I would say what a surprise but it really is not when you do this 'every week'” you say to him the tone of your voice deepening as the end of your words. Watching him open the car door and stepping next to you, you let out a pitiful sigh.

“but we haven't talked in days, and you never use the brick of yours to reply” You roll your eyes at him as you walk he walks along with you. As you walk into a restaurant that you own.

“Well, you seem to forget that I am not very good at using technology and all the buttons are too close to each other, it's a real pain to type with.” as you side-eye him, those years ago his TV head was much larger, but now it was thinner much be lighter, still looked good in his suit maybe change a little and the way he walked. Wait what are you saying? Shaking your head as you pin your ears back annoyed at yourself.

“Well, I thought that using an older version of a phone would make it easier for you, how about I make you something easier to use?” he says to you.

“no, am fine with the technology box that I have” you say your ears still pinned back. as you walk into the back of the restaurant where all the supplies are. You see him turn his head towards you.

“ah, I remember those ears, always pinned back when you're pissed as something,” he says his hand moving up to pat than that he once did. As you quickly grab his hand.

“Remember that last time you did that I broke your screen am sure you don't want that to happen again” you say as your grip on his hand tightens and your sharp teeth appear as he takes that sign to step back.

“Well you didn't say that to me when we first meet, I only touch one hair and all I saw was a fucking first punch me, but you did like it when we were together~” he says to you a little smirk dancing on his face. Oh how punchable it looked. As your face turns into a snarl.

“You dare say that to me on my turf?! We are not together anymore you have to let it go vox! I'll be at that meeting only because it's a deal and I have to go!” you half shouted the tone of your voice going funny as it cracked.

“Wait Y/--” Before he could say more you click your fingers together as you appear in the kitchen of the hotel with everything you need as you put stuff where it's meant to go.

You go over to the door to lock it, heading back to the counter in the kitchen leaning your elbows on the counter as bring your hands up to your face and drag your hand down your face unsure of what to do with what's happening with Vox. Grabbing a glass on the side as you throw it on the floor leaving sharp shards of glass on the tiled fool.

--Vox 3rd P.O.V--

“Wait Y/n” before he could finish what he was going to say you had disappeared like you always do exactly like your brother, he let out a sound of anger.

“Fuck, how the fuck do i all ways mess this shit up” he says to as if he's talking to someone his face feeling into all sorts of emotions, all he wanted was to be with you again but he had managed to mess that up as well...

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Part 3

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