#and this game is....playing directly to that place.

[prokopetz]

You know a lot about the cultural influences behind various aspects of D&D, so: do you know the origins of the thing in 3.5 where it seems like a main way they want you to play as a psionic warrior is to grow massive claws and get breath weapons? It's so specific and out of left field for a "warrior who uses the power of the mind" that I've always wondered.

Much of 3E's handling of psionics closely follows material presented in the 2E supplement The Complete Psionics Handbook, which, contra later editions' habit of treating psionics as a variant of wizardly magic, presents psionics as a totally separate and mutually incompatible thing. One feature of this treatment is psionics having its own distinct set of "schools", or disciplines: clairsentience, psychokinesis, psychometabolism, psychoportation, telepathy, and metapsionics.

The 3E psionic warrior stuff is a more or less direct port of the discipline of psychometabolism; I can only presume that this is because it's the most "fightery" of the Psionics Handbook disciplines, though I can't back that guess up. Apart from your cited examples, other psychometabolic powers presented here include self-healing; energy absorption; turning into animals, objects, or living shadows; wuxia-style "lightfoot" techniques; camouflage; shrinking or expanding; stretching one's limbs Mister Fantastic style; and others.

Of course, that just kicks the can further down the road: if the 3E psionic warrior is a port of 2E's psychometabolism specialist, where the heck did 2E get the idea for the discipline of psychometabolism? The general idea of shape-shifting and fire-breathing and such being psychic powers that can be cultivated through mental discipline pops up in quite a few places, but we're looking for a specific constellation of tropes, not isolated instances of little bits and pieces of it.

The Complete Psionics Handbook helpfully includes a comprehensive bibliography of its inspirations (remember when Dungeons & Dragons used to have those?), though I'm unacquainted with most of the books it cites, so that's where my ability to help in this respect ends. I'll include a copy of that bibliography under the cut, though – maybe one of this blog's followers can point out which of its entries, if any, might be most directly informative.

Taken from page 113 ("Related Reading") of The Complete Psionics Handbook:

Fiction

Bester, Alfred; The Demolished Man, The Stars My Destination.

Bradley, Marion Zimmer; Darkover series: The Bloody Sun, Children of Hastur, Darkover Landfall, The Forbidden Tower, Hawkmistress!, The Heritage of Hastur, The Keeper's Price, The Planet Savers, Sharra's Exile, The Shattered Chain, The Spell Sword, Star of Danger, Stormqueen!, The Sword of Aldones, Thendara House, Two to Conquer, The Winds of Darkover, The World Wreckers.

Brunner, John; The Whole Man.

Del Rey, Lester; Pstalemate.

Henderson, Zenna; The People, The People: No Different, Holding Wonder.

Foster, Alan Dean; Flinx series.

King, Stephen; The Dead Zone.

Kurtz, Katherine; Deryni Rising, Deryni Checkmate, High Deryni.

May, Julian; Saga of the Pliocene Exile series: The Many-Colored Land, The Golden Torc, The Non-Born King, The Adversary.

Nourse, Alan E.; Psi High and Others.

Pohl, Frederik; Drunkard's Walk.

Russell, Eric Frank; The Mindwarpers.

Robinson. Frank M.; The Power.

Schmitz, James H.; The Universe Against Her, The Lion Game, stories.

Simmons, Dan; Carrion Comfort.

Sturgeon, Theodore; The Synthetic Man.

Tucker, Wilson; Wild Talent.

Van Vogt, A.E.; Slan.

Zelazny, Roger; Creatures of Light and Darkness, The Dream Master, Lord of Light, lsle of the Dead, This Immortal, To Die in ltalbar.

Nonfiction

Brookesmith, Peter (ed.); Strange Talents, from the series "The Unexplained: Mysteries of Mind, Space, and Time;" Orbis Publishing, London, 1983.

Index of Possibilities: Energy and Power; Pantheon Books/Random House, New York, New York, 1974.

Mind Over Matter, Powers of Healing, Psychic Powers, Psychic Voyages, from the series "Mysteries of the Unknown;" Time-Life Books, Alexandria, Virginia, 1987.

Puharich, Andrija; Beyond Telepathy; Anchor Press/Doubleday, Garden City, New York, 1973.

Rhine, J.B.; The Reach of the Mind; William Sloane Associates, New York, New York, 1947.

[defmaybe]

Pegging & Penetration: Part II

NMIXX’s Oh Haewon & Lily Jin Park Morrow x Male Reader

5.3k words

Sequel to Pegging & Penetration

The chime of the mini-mart welcomes you, giving the familiar sense of comfort you’ve been feeling every time you visit here. Its air-conditioned temperature gives you an escape from the hellish heat of the outside world. The blue light is pleasing to the eye. The smell of slowly cooking sausages wafts into your nostrils. God, it’s so good. You get goosebumps, but you’d choose this over the sun any other day. You walk past the assortment of drinks towards the frozen foods zone. Your mom told you they contain a lot of sodium, but you’re too lazy to walk another hundred meters for freshly cooked fried rice.

It’s supposed to be another normal day in college, a beaten path you’ve walked through many times—wake up, class, revision, some gaming, then bedtime, rinse and repeat. Maybe slotting in writing cheesy fanfics if you have time. It’s a routine you’ve come to appreciate as time goes by, no matter how redundant that might be.

Until something decides to break that cycle.

“Seems like you’ve left her quite a mark, bitch.” 

A venomous yet familiar voice comes from your left, making you turn to the speaker.

It’s Oh Haewon and Lily Morrow, the former holding a phone directly in front of your eyes. They’re dressed in their after-class clothes—Haewon in a white t-shirt and black wide-legged pants, and Lily in a leather jacket with shorts that are far too short, shorts that reveal a little too much of her milky thighs. On the screen of the phone, there’s a video playing—a man pleasuring himself, his cock glistening with lube as he slides his hand up and down. And much to your horror, it’s you, it’s you that’s in the video, moaning like some cheap whore.

The breakup was supposed to be for the best interests. You couldn’t give Jinsol the time she deserved. She didn’t need to be stuck with a workaholic like you. Hell, she didn’t even flinch when you broke up with her. But it seems that she has other plans—plans that involve Oh Haewon and Lily Morrow leaking your video like they did with numerous men.

Well, if you decide not to follow their instructions.

You try to sound strong, but the stutter betrays you. “What do you want?”

“Follow us to the dorm, and don’t even fucking think of escaping us.”

—

Black.

It’s all black.

Lily puts you in blindfolds before you walk into their room. The strip of cloth restricts your vision well. You can’t see a thing, aside from the weird patterns floating around that you see quite often when you close your eyes. She grips onto your little waist, tight enough to make it hurt, before half-guiding, half-pushing you into their place.

They’ve surely been keeping their room clean, not a single strand of hair you can feel on your feet, but the over-tidiness is making your skin crawl in a way you can’t quite explain, as if the walls are ready to crush you any minute. The air smells like lilac, spring lilac, though, somehow, you feel like there’s something sinister behind that lovely scent. 

But no fight, no flight, otherwise it’s the end of you.

After a few trembling steps, she pushes you to land stomach-first on something you can make up that is a bed. It’s soft, a contradiction to their thorny personalities. It’s a few seconds you feel the much-needed comfort hugging your pliant body. Your hands grip onto the bed sheets, feeling the feathery sensation on your arms, half-smiling.

“Strip,” Lily’s voice cuts through your short-lived solace.

You reluctantly sit up on the bed, as if to delay the inevitable. Your hands fumble against your clothes as you’re struggling to get rid of your clothes. Rummaging sounds can be heard, but you’re not so sure where it comes from. It’s probably them finding their torture devices. Fuck, this is going to hurt.

As your shirt and shorts come off, you’re left alone with the sounds of them digging through their assortments. You figure you should enjoy this fleeting moment before the pain. Your hands run along their bed sheets, trying to gather some comfort into your body, trying to prepare yourself for the suffering in their hands.

Suddenly, you feel hands on your lithe wrists, before they are being tied together by a soft rope into a bundle. It’s like you’re going to run away. They don’t have to do this!

Stuttering, you ask, “Is this–Is this really needed?”

“Safety first,” a voice replies, Lily’s, pulling the last of the rope, tightly tying you up on the bed. She then pushes you down onto the bed, moving on to your legs, robbing the last of any freedom you have from your body.

You hear a sound of rummaging not so far from you. It’s probably Haewon finding her torture device. Your body trembles in the fear of pain. Fuck, this is going to hurt.

You can only think to yourself how your life leads you to this point, from a pretty decent student to a meatbag for two women. God, what a trajectory.

—

“Let’s open his eyes,” Haewon says, her voice devoid of any emotion for you to read.

You can feel Lily’s soft hands undoing the knot behind your head, and within seconds, you can see again.

It takes a few seconds for your eyes to readjust to the shining light. Towering over you is Haewon, staring daggers down into your eyes, beautiful teardrops hanging from her chest, brown nipples sitting on them. Below is her large plastic cock sitting on her strap. You gawk at it in shock, trying to make sense of the situation. Wait, you thought they were going to torture you and make you cry in agony. What the fuck is this?

“What the fuck is this?”

Haewon only answers with a wicked smile, one that sends shivers down your spine before running her cock along your pouty lips, swaying her hips, making you shudder in response by the sheer size of it.

“We’re fucking your holes, bitch boy,” Lily says from your behind, spreading your cheeks with her hands and placing the tip of her silicone length at your asshole. The coldness of the lube smearing your ass is making you shriek.

“Ha–ah!”

“Yeah, moan like that, whore,” Lily says, gripping onto the globes of your ass, before landing a spank on them. That fucking hurts, but there’s somehow a glint of pleasure in it? You make no deflections to their words, still, fearing the power they’re holding. If the clip goes out, it’s over for you. At the same time, Haewon’s cock is running along your lips, threatening to intrude, limiting you to soft moans and whimpers.

Lily presses her cock onto the rim of your asshole with one hand, applying the pressure on your skin. The barrage on your cheeks persists with the other hand, slaps after slaps. Your body turns rigid with each hit, pain and unwanted pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Take it, you pretty slut!” Lily sneers. There’s a small of her chuckle leaking out along with the last words. She’s enjoying this.

Haewon spreads the taste of her plastic cock along your pouty lips, drawing a soft, whorish whine out of your mouth. You feel so pliant, like a mere plaything for them, like a fucktoy, like a bitch. “Suck my cock,” she commands, lightly pushing her phallus into your mouth with her nifty hand. Your teeth are still gritting, but with a slight thrust into your mouth by Haewon, you can do nothing but welcome her length.

You don’t see any point in sucking a strap, really, but if Haewon orders, you’re going to comply. You slowly part more of your lips, making way for her pretend dick to enter your mouth. Haewon’s cock finds its place inside you, inch by inch, starting from the tip. The plastic taste of it is almost making you gag—so synthetic, so foreign, but you won’t spit it out, you can’t.

Helpless, you give in to giving it a suck, hard enough that the sound comes out from where your lips and her cock meet. Your eyes bore into hers as you do so. Her eyes darken with desire. Haewon pushes further into your mouth, an inch more inside you, then an inch more, then an inch more. Her cock invades your mouth roughly, as you make gagging sounds as her cock reaches the back of your throat.

At the back, Lily begins to push her length into your clenching asshole, stretching you wide with her cock. You moan into Haewon’s phallus as she begins her wrecking of your unused, tight cavern with the silicone shaft. Your entire body turns rigid as Lily’s cock split you open.

“Holy shit, so–fucking–tight. This ass is virgin, isn’t it?” Lily asks, mockery seeping into her voice. “Honored to be your first, pretty boy!”

You’re not denying the fact. This is your first time getting pegged, and enjoyable is not the word you’d use to describe this.

With the help of lube, Lily splits your snug hole open. You feel so full of her cock. And after a few inches, the tip of it presses against your prostate, sending a harsh jolt through your tied-up body and eliciting a whine out of shock onto Haewon’s length.

“Mmm, taking a virgin boycunt, what a fucking day!” Lily shouts, punctuating her words with another smack. You yelp in pain at the contact.

Lily then drags her cock out slightly, giving you the short-lived room for breathing, before slamming her hips back into your ass once more. The tip of her length jabs your prostate, and you can do nothing but moan.

“How the fuck you can call your self a man if you’ve never been fucked in the ass like this, huh? Fucking–virgin–anal–slut!” Lily barks, her nails digging into your cheeks and spreading your asshole open.

At the front, Haewon grabs onto your hair harshly, drawing a whimper of agony out of your lips onto her suffocating length. Though, the stolen sense of control strangely spurs you on, making you lightly push your mouth onto her cock more and more. Your spit lathers the veins and ridges of her artificial length. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you take in more and more of her cock. It reaches the back of your throat. This is fucking overwhelming for you.

Haewon’s head falls backwards as her shaft is at the hilt, letting out a long grunt, fully burying herself into your gaped mouth. You’re struggling for air, making retching sounds through your constricted throat.

“Oh–my–fucking–god,” Haewon groans. You watch her throwing her head back through your fluttering lashes as her eyes roll upwards. Her grip on your hair tightens, so strong it’s threatening to pull it away from your aching scalp. She gyrates her hips against your mouth, further suffocating you with her toned body. Your nose is pressed against her pubic bone. You can only make unintelligible sounds through the small spaces between your lips and her cock, hands and ankles struggle against the confines of their ropes. Your entire body shakes as it’s being used. The urge to just spit her out and run away from the scene is at its boiling point, but with you being tied up into their bitch like this, you just can’t.

“You’re making a goddamn perfect cocksleeve for me,” Haewon sneers, capping the sentence with a low grunt. Your air is her musky scent as your face is pressed into her cunt, and you’re not going to lie, combined with her half-compliment, it’s a little hypnotizing.

She then takes you off of her spit-lathered cock, and you desperately gasp for air. Your body is trembling with shock, and the fact that Lily Morrow is pounding you from behind. A copious amount of saliva drips down your chin onto the floor, wetting the spot in front of Haewon.

You try to gather air into your empty lungs—inhale and exhale to gain some semblance of control back. Your vision is so blurry with the tears. “You’re–You’re fucking insane, you know that?”

Haewon shoots a wink down to you, hands on her hips, smirking as she holds her shaft in front of your mouth. “Just be a petite, obedient slut and take daddies’ cocks, pretty please?” she asks, and there’s a certain jeer in her voice. You grit your teeth, frustrated that your humanity is being walked over like this. How dare they do this to you! Still, you have a reputation to uphold. You can��t risk the clip going out, so you open your little mouth, welcoming Haewon’s cock with reluctance.

“There we go. What an acquiescent mouthpiece!” Haewon says, gaping your mouth to open wider with her fingers, jerking your head around like a worthless piece of flesh, as if to look out for where she can ruin your face more. “Goddamn, I fucking love that word.”

Haewon then grabs the base of her cock, readying her destruction of your mouth, and thrust her hips into the back of your throat. Your scream goes unheard, as Haewon’s hips buck into your mouth, making your face meet her pelvis, completely silencing you with her body.

“Just say stop if you can’t take it anymore,” Lily teases, but you can barely make any sound. You try to call for a timeout, but your mouth is too full of Haewon’s cock for you to say any word. Your eyes flutter as the tip hits the back of your throat.

You hear Lily laugh maniacally from the back, before scoffing at your struggle, “Can’t hear you, babe,” and there’s nothing but mockery in her voice, as your air is filled with the alluring scent of Haewon’s cunt.

“Come on, say something!” Haewon jeers, pressing you hard onto her pelvis. The act just puts your ability to speak to no use. You can only make choking sounds on her cock, as your eyes flutter helplessly.

“Guess he wants our dicks so bad, doesn’t he?” Haewon playfully asks, yanking your hair in a circular motion, grinding your mouth on her punishing length.

“He’s practically begging for it, Haewon,” Lily muses, spreading your cheeks apart roughly with her hands, before letting them go to jiggle freely around her cock. “God, what a cute, bubbly ass!”

Haewon laughs along, sinking your face into her strap harshly, grinding her hips to coax more spit out of you. Saliva is running down your chin like a waterfall onto the floor. Your limbs shake in the complete loss of agency over your body. Tears run down from your eyes from the hard length silencing your mouth. Lily hammering your ass from behind doesn’t help, making Haewon’s dildo hitting the back of your throat every time she tries to hit your prostate.

However, something starts to boil up within your body, something you’ve been trying so hard to suppress during your time with these two women. Maybe you’re not hating this after all, being treated like some cheap slut. You’re starting to love this.

Their pace quickens, using your tied-up body like a plaything. Your holes are completely rutted by their works. Lily’s cock finds your prostate at every other jab, sending electric sensations coursing through your pliant body. Haewon’s cock is making you gag uncontrollably. Your eyes are fluttering. Globs of spit fall onto the floor right at the edge of their bed. She grips onto your hair tightly, pushing you deep onto her huge cock over and over again, robbing the last of your movements away from you.

“Such a good little cock whore for daddy,” Haewon half-compliments, her movements rough on your mouth. Your eyes roll back with the harsh ravaging on your slutty throat. You make unintelligible sounds into her phallus—struggling, suffocated. Though, that initial reluctance is gone, replaced by the unyielding submission to their brutalities on your tight little holes. Maybe you’re not so resentful of their cocks after all.

A soft smile escapes your abused lips as Haewon thrusts into you with wild abandon. You’re starting to enjoy this rough fucking into your oblivion. Haewon looks down to see your lips curl up slightly, and she smirks at it, clearly revelling in the way her fucktoy begins to accept her shaft with glee.

“You’re starting to enjoy this? I like that,” Haewon sneers, her cock still doing a thorough exploration of your mouth with an unmatched roughness. “Can’t have my hole crying like a bitch. It’s pathetic.”

Lily’s hands are raking on your back, leaving (perhaps) visible red marks of her ownership on the smooth expanse of your backside. She bends down on your tied-up body, hands locking your body in place by the sides, and that’s when you know that her upper body is bare. Her soft tits press against your back as her hips jerk into your tight ass with wild abandon. “Aww, you’re loving this, don’t you, boy-toy? Being used like this, huh?”

Lily finds your stiff cock at the space between your lithe body and the bed. She knows that you’re hard. She knows that you’re loving this. Her thumb swipes the head of your cock to find the precum on your slit—a signal of your rejoice. Your frame shudders at her touch, moaning into Haewon’s cock.

“Leaking already?” Lily taunts, swiping her wet thumb on your stretched right cheek, smearing it with a thin layer of your essence. You feel the coldness on your skin. “What a nasty little cockslut.”

Haewon laughs menacingly as Lily paints your face with your own nectar. She’s still determined in shattering you into pieces, pumping into your mouth vigorously, one hand raking on the smoothness of your back, probably leaving red marks by the time this ends, the other hand yanking your head back and forth to keep a consistent tempo on her length.

“Look at you, both holes being fucked like this and still enjoying it. Might just brand you the college whore if you keep this up,” Lily says.

A small smile escapes your abused lips. The thought excites you. Being a college whore isn’t a bad idea, being used by numerous women like this. Your holes get to be fucked roughly. Your body gets to be used and abused. Damn, you really are loving this.

Suddenly, Haewon takes a handful of your hair, pulling it tight and away from your scalp, a string of spit connecting your lips to her length. You’re struggling to breathe from the sheer intensity of her face-fucking. Your eyes flutter wildly like a slot machine. 

“Say it,” she orders, her voice laced with venom.

Lily is pounding you from behind with abandon, ravaging your ass without any relent, making your cock swing helplessly. You just can’t think straight anymore, brain so mushy with these women’s cocks. All that’s in your filthy mind are how these two women are stretching your holes so fucking well, and how you’re utterly under their spells and relentless domination. 

Using the last of your inhibitions, you take a deep breath, before giving Haewon a cock-drunk smile as you exhale, giggling softly. Spit falls from your chin onto the floor.

“I’m–I’m a little cockslut,” you huff.

A sharp smack lands on your cheek. The pain stings on your face, but your cock is twitching hard, and the smile persists. You’re revelling in this. You’re revelling in the way Lily violates your rear. You’re revelling in the way Haewon reduces you into some cheap whore.

“Incorrect, bitch. Say it properly, who do you belong to?” Haewon shoots you another command. You really are under their domination.

“Answer carefully, boy-toy, or we might just leave you ruined right–fucking–here,” Lily snarls, reaching forward to grab your throat. She’s pressing all the right spots, leaving enough room for you to breathe, yet tight enough for your cock to twitch violently as a result of her grip.

Choked, you swallow hard, before shouting, “I’m daddy’s little cockslut. I’m daddy’s little cockslut!”

"Open your mouth," Haewon commands and she knows you'll do just that. You loosen your jaw and she bears down upon you, her lips pursed and then she shifts them side to side. They part and it falls. Her saliva trails from her glossy lips and drips into your mouth. It settles onto your tongue, invading you with its foreign taste, which if you actually had any semblance of control would make you recoil.

She seals it in there with a kiss. It's characteristically rough—with Lily rutting your ass and all—and it gives you no choice to do anything other than what you deep down desire regardless. You savor her taste, before swallowing it hard into your sore throat.

"Good fucking boy," Haewon growls against your lips.

“Just–Just for you, daddy,” you shoot back a reply.

Haewon lets out a small, wicked giggle, before breaking off from the torrid kiss. A string of your saliva connects your lips as she pulls herself back—an obscene display for both of you.

Haewon pushes down on the back of your head onto her cock firmly, as the sound of sloshing rings in your ears. All you can see is Haewon’s pelvis ramming into your debased mouth, so full of your spit. More tears fall from your fluttering eyes. Lily remains reckless with her thrusts, rearranging your abused guts without any sense of precision. Her grip on your throat remains firm. Your body is being violated, but the urge to just run away is not there anymore. It’s replaced by the complete submission you have for them. It’s replaced by the need to satisfy these women. It’s replaced by the urge to be the cock whore they want you to be.

“Holy fuck,” Haewon drawls, keeping her rhythm on your head rough and consistent. “You’re the best hole I’ve ever fucked.”

It’s a little impressive, you think, to be the best bitch she has ever fucked. You’re making a good set of holes, and you’re starting to accept that moniker. You make unintelligible sounds into her cock as you’re senselessly fucked in the mouth–some gagging, some from your vocal cords. Haewon is grinning darkly, relishing in the way you’re struggling, and partly enjoying against her length.

“You look exquisite, pretty boy, like a fucking Renaissance tragedy, you know that?” Haewon asks, looking down into your eyes. And even with how dehumanizing the question is, maybe it’s the eye contact, maybe it’s the half-tugging, half-shuffling she makes with your hair, you can feel the sincerity in her voice.

Muffled, you answer, “Thanks, daddy”

Haewon shoots you back a smile at the corner of her lips, still confident with her thrusts into an abused hole that is your mouth. Her hands grip onto your hair tightly, forcing your lips around her cock.

You can feel confidence rising within your muscles. The momentum starts to come back to you now. You figure you should move along with Haewon’s hand gripping your hair, and much to your surprise, Haewon’s grip loosens, slowly letting go of your head. You start to move on your own onto her cock with ease.

“Fuck, yes! Just like that!” Haewon cheers, her hands retreat to resting on her hips as your lips work on her cock. 

You suck her plastic length eagerly, trying to win your daddy’s acceptance. You give her shaft a hard suck, hollowing your cheeks as you slide your mouth up and down her cock. Hell, you even choke on it from time to time, and Haewon smiles, clearly enjoying how you’re embracing the role of a slut.

“Goodness fucking gracious, wish I had known you’re a natural cocksucker like this!” Haewon encourages. You’ve never known that you have this in you either. “Those lips are so goddamn perfect for a dick sucking.”

“That’s our college man-slut!” Lily chimes in. Her attack on your fragile prostate feels less like a punishment as you become their willing fuckdoll. Her nails dig into your ass firmly, spreading your cheeks apart for her cock’s easier access. It’s attacking your prostate without any sense of accuracy, frustratingly delaying the climax you’ve been yearning for.

It starts to build up in you, the need to release. You have to cum. You just can’t be used and abused by these women forever, even if you love it, even if being their tight little fuckhole is making you so damn happy. You need to cum.

Suddenly, you drag yourself off of Haewon’s glistening length, making Haewon staring daggers at you.

“What the fuck?” she snarls, taking your chin in a harsh grip.

Lily seems to be lost in fucking your tight little ass. Her soft moans can be heard from the back.

Haewon barks, “A few compliments and you start disobeying us, huh?”

“I–I need to cum, please,” you beg, voice all hoarse from your abused throat. Haewon’s eyes narrow into a slit, as if to process the bold request. “Please, daddy.”

“Isn’t my cock enough, huh? Is this boypussy not satisfied?” Lily chimes in, smacking your asscheeks, still putting up the barrage on your ass, though inaccurately. It’s fucking frustrating.

Stuttered, exhausted, you reply, “It’s–It’s not hitting the right spot–cough–daddy.”

Haewon examines you for a while, trying to gauge something out of your debauched, messy face as Lily hammers you from behind. Your body shakes along with the creaking bed, shrieking whenever the tip of her shaft hits that sensitive bundle of nerves, or whenever her hand lands on your ass.

“You’ve been a splendid fucktoy for us,” and she pauses, letting the air thicken with anticipation. Your prostate is still being violated over and over again at an annoying tempo—hard enough to arouse, yet too slow to make your cock spurts semen out. “What do you say, Lily?”

Lily chuckles, halting her movement inside your ass, hilting her cock against your prostate. You groan as pleasure washes over you. “Well, you’ve been a nice little cumdump. I’ll allow it.”

Haewon smirks, lining up her phallus against your mouth again. “Aim for his prostate, Lily.”

“Alright,” Lily replies, dragging her cock back slightly, before pistoning herself into your mushy, soft prostate. A slutty whine escapes your lips.

“Guess you hit it,” Haewon says, forcing your jaw open again with her fingers, free hand gripping your hair tightly. She pushes her shaft back into your mouth, and it fits perfectly. Your mouth really is made to take her cock. “Such a perfect cocksleeve for daddy.”

The violation on your pliant body resumes. You’re face-fucked by Oh Haewon’s cock. She’s making you gag on her length uncontrollably. Her hands grip onto the back of your head oh-so-tightly. You choke and sputter. Spit drips down your chin like a goddamn waterfall. Tears run down your cheeks as your mouth is forced open by Haewon’s big, fat, veiny cock. You’re making retching sounds against her length. From behind, Lily Morrow is ravaging your ass with renewed vigor, aiming for your prostate so goddamn accurately it hurts, yet it’s so pleasant. Her nails dig into your waist, and it’s probably going to leave red crescent marks by the time this ends.

Wet, obscene squelching sounds echo through Haewon and Lily’s bedroom. It’s ugly. It’s debased. The room reeks of sweat and sex. You’re so lost in these women’s cocks—sucking Haewon’s fake dick, taking Lily’s hardness up your virgin ass—and you cannot be happier than you are right now.

If you were told this morning that you’re going to love having your cheeks, on both ends, being spread by two women, you wouldn’t believe it. But here you are, having your holes used and abused like this, and you cannot be happier than you are right fucking now.

The feeling builds up inside your stomach. It washes over your loins as Lily’s cock jabs your prostate with an unmatched accuracy. Your body can’t take it anymore. You’re going to cum!

Haewon and Lily’s strokes remain unyielding, attacking the sensitive spots inside you with accuracy. Your vision becomes blurry as you get closer and closer to paradise. This is it—the moment you’ve been waiting for. You’re going to cum with two cocks inside your body.

Haewon and Lily spew out a series of insults you can’t quite catch anymore—a mixture of words. Each word sends you into a higher plane of arousal.

“Dumb slut.”

“Cock whore.”

“Set of holes.”

“Freaky bitch.”

“Fucking boy-toy.”

“Obedient little fuckdoll.”

“What a tight boypussy you have.”

“Such a perfect cocksleeve for us.”

And you break.

Your entire body writhes in pleasure as you experience the best orgasm you’ve ever had—Lily’s cock fucking your prostate away, Haewon’s dick abusing your mouth. Loud, obscene moans leave your mouth. You shoot a seemingly endless amount of cum out of your cock onto their bed. Your eyes flutter in ecstasy. Your hands and legs struggle against the confines of their ropes as you cum uncontrollably. You whine and whimper into Haewon’s cock, almost silenced.

“Yes, yes, yes, fucking cum! Whore,” Lily snarls wickedly, fucking your ass through the orgasm into oblivion. Her length rams into your soft, mushy prostate, wrecking, shattering. Her nails dig into your slutty waist. It hurts, and it fucking spurs you on.

“Nasty little slut,” Haewon sneers, not letting up her pressure on your face. Your mouth chokes and sputters on her cock. Globs of spit fall onto the floor between you and Haewon. Your cock twitches in the confined space between you and the bed. Fuck, this really is heaven.

You tremble between their bodies, taking in the taste of their shafts. You come down from your orgasm. Successive spurts from your hardness grow softer and softer. Lily slows herself down, giving space for you to breathe, as Haewon drags her cock out of your mouth. A copious amount of saliva drips down your chin.

Lily gives your abused hole one last stroke before pulling out. You moan feebly as she does so. You can feel that your snug hole is now gaping, missing its filling.

You lie there, limp, exhausted, utterly used. Haewon and Lily smile as they watch the mess they’ve made out of your body. They’re sure happy with their fucktoy today.

“We need to get him on speed dial,” Lily says, giving your ass one last slap. Your body shudders a little.

“He has to be on an emergency call. He’s too good of a slut to be true,” Haewon muses, bending over your pliant body and undoing the ropes. “Don’t forget to untie his legs.”

“Oh yeah.”

The two women work on getting you out of their restraints, throwing a few jokes at you which you can only weakly laugh at. Finally, you’re out and about again, but you just lie there, drenched in your own cum, letting the events earlier reel in your head—Haewon’s cock invading your mouth, Lily’s shaft ravaging your ass, them calling you names that arouse you. It is heavenly.

“I’ll take a shower first,” Lily says, before walking into the bathroom, the strap still hanging from her hips.

Haewon takes a seat beside you on the bed, examining how you’re feeling. You give her a weak smile, letting her hand run through your hair gently.

“You did well, pretty boy,” Haewon says, smirking. She swings her legs lightly. It’s calm. It’s serene. It’s a reprieve you’ve been waiting for.

“Thanks, daddy.”

Haewon chuckles softly. “And as a reward, you can be sure that the clip won’t go out.”

“I was a pretty good slut for you guys, wasn’t I?” you joke.

Haewon laughs once more, patting your head gently. “I kind of want to do this again, if you don’t mind.”

You join along with her laugh. Yeah, you’d love to do this again. “Well, definitely, maybe.”

—

[darkblueboxs]

I think my favourite element of the writing in aftg is how Riko's downfall is utterly, entirely, beautifully self-inflicted.

Riko is power hungry, a glory seeker, jealous, cruel, vindictive and unable to share the spotlight. His worst actions and features come back to haunt him over and over in a way that is *incredibly* satisfying from a readers' perspective.

-Riko breaks Kevin's hand. Kevin leaves to become one of the foxes' best players, training them into a team worthy of finals and bringing them to victory with the game's final point

-Riko moves the Ravens to the southern district, placing his team directly in the path of the team that will eventually beat him

-Riko terrorises Kevin on the Kathy Ferdinand show, angering Neil into taking a stand against him (...which causes Andrew to re-evaluate Neil's worth, which leads to their deal, which leads to Neil staying with the Foxes...and so on)

-Riko kills Seth, who becomes a driving force for members of the team, particularly Alison, to beat the Ravens

-Riko setting Drake on Andrew further angers the Foxes and motivates them to beat him; Aaron in particular.

-This also results in Andrew sobering up sooner than he otherwise would have, arguably making him a stronger player and helping the Foxes reach finals

-Kidnapping Neil over Christmas break and forcing him to play as a backliner gives Neil an intensive course in Raven teamwork, drills, etc. Which Neil then teaches to the Foxes.

-Oh, and my favourite. They force Neil to play as a backliner against Riko. The very move which Neil then uses to block Riko from scoring in the final. Fantastic. Ten out of (jos)ten.

-Incidentally, beating the shit out of Neil and putting him in a different position causes the Ravens to vastly misunderstand/underestimate how Neil's abilities as a player have developed

-Forcing Neil into his natural appearance and helping his father find him leads to the most unifying moment for the Foxes of the entire series; the Foxes rally around Neil, and finally become one functioning, dedicated unit.

-and god, just when it seems like it couldn't get any better; Riko destroys Jean, taking one of his team's best players off the court before the match can even begin

Riko set almost every moment of his team's defeat into motion months before their match even began; the consequences of his cruelty not only weaken the ravens but fashion an opposing team which is stronger, more unified, and more determined than ever to beat Riko.

And it doesn't end with the match; Riko attempts to kill Neil, serving Ichirou all the justification he needs to dispose of his brother on a silver platter.

Riko Moriyama's fate is self-inflicted from start to finish, in the most deeply satisfying way possible.

[borderlinereminders]

I think 99% of my advice for healthy relationships is to communicate, especially in advance.

Talk to your loved ones about conflict before you have one. Talk about how you react to conflict and ways you can solve conflict together. If you need to walk away during conflict to gather your thoughts, let them know before you have a conflict so that they can be prepared for the fact that you may need space. If there are certain things that really upset you that typically come up during conflicts, let them know.

Talk to your loved ones about your insecurities before they become a problem. Maybe this means planning a way to communicate that you could use some reassurance. Maybe this means getting a letter from them, or screenshots to read when you need to.

Talk to your loved ones about boundaries. If something they tease you about is actually upsetting, communicate that and let them know. Our loved ones generally want to make our lives better and wouldn’t continue to do stuff if they knew it was hurting you. They don’t know there’s a problem to fix if they aren’t told.

Talk to your loved ones if something is bothering you. Do you feel you always message first or initiate contact? Talk to them about it. Don’t start playing the “I’m not going to message until they do” game. Try not to become passive aggressive or hint at the problem.

Talk to your loved ones about things you like, appreciate or love. Give them the opportunity to do these things for you.

If a loved one is venting to you, ask what they need if they don’t tell you. Ask if they’d like support, or for you to offer validation or advice, or just to listen. This can prevent so much. When we get advice sometimes when we’re upset, we’re not in a place for it and it can make it worse and create conflict.

If a loved one is struggling and you don’t know how to help, don’t just avoid them because you don’t know what to say. Ask them how they’d like support. Sometimes people just want company, a distraction or to know they’re loved. On the other side of this, try to tell your loved ones how they can help. Often they do want to help, they just don’t know help.

I could go on and on about this, but perhaps you get the idea by now.

Our loved ones aren’t mind readers, but sometimes we expect them to be and that isn’t fair to them or us. That usually ends with both you and them being upset. Communicate directly when you can.

[yapperblog]

Tags: smut, fingering, unprotected piv, kinda mean Joost.

Explicit RPF below, don't interact if you are not comfortable with that; +18

You walk down a busy street, the path is familiar to you – it leads to the Internet Cafe, where you go to do your personal admin tasks and unwind playing games after a stressful day at work. It is already dark outside, but the sound of rain splattering onto your umbrella and lights of the nearby shops shining from the windows as you walk past are keeping you company.

As you reach your destination, you notice a printed note on the door "Today we are closing for maintenance at 10pm. Come back tomorrow for usual working hours." You sigh, as you usually prefer to stay for longer, the whole point of it being open 24/7.

Familiar clacking of the keyboard, murmur of conversations and laughter of groups of people engaged in a computer game greets you as you walk in. You put away your umbrella and head to the administrator's desk. Your heart starts pounding faster, as it does every time you see him. Joost, who works at the cafe, is sitting at his desk, a usual scowl on his face and a cigarette hanging from his lips, even though there is a No smoking sign. He is the sole reason this place is running as smoothly as it does, he keeps every customer at check. From the first time you came here, you could tell everyone is scared of him due to his mean attitude, but it thrills you – the smudged eyeliner look he has, his style, how he towers over everyone, it all excites you. You haven't talked to him much, he keeps it pretty short with everyone, an uninterested look on his face, so getting a few words from him always seems like a win.

You unbutton your jacket and fix your skirt, which you wore just for him – today it is even shorter than usual. He doesn't talk much, but you can feel his eyes on you, when you wear those skirts. How he rolls his eyes, when you bat your eyes at him asking for help on the computer, even though you know how to fix it yourself, he is annoyed, but never denies your ask for help. It excites you knowing you have some effect on him.

"Hi, 2 hours please." you say as you reach his desk, sliding the exact amount of cash for 2 hours on the computer and internet.

"We close at 10 today." he doesn't look up, takes your money.

"I saw the note." you say and before he can point at what computer is free, you chime in. "I was thinking...do you need any help?"

He stops typing, stares at the screen and then looks up at you. You smile cheerily, "I can help with the maintenance, whatever that is, or I can vacuum. It will be faster together." yet his facial expression doesn't change from the usual bored scowl.

"We are fine." he says and turns back to the computer.

"5th computer is yours for 2 hours" he points at the direction of the desk.

You turn around to walk towards it, not entirely surprised by his answer, but it was worth a try. You say hi to other usual customers you've become friends with. As you take a seat, you look behind your shoulder, catching Joost staring at the exposed skin provided by your short skirt. You can't help but clench your thighs together, hoping he notices how a simple glance from him arouses you, wishing it was him touching you directly.

2 hours go by fast. You throw your head back laughing at something a guy next to you said. He is funny, and has been a good company, you put your hand on his thigh, not meaning anything by it, other than trying to catch yourself as you laugh again leaning forward. On accident your eyes meet Joost, who is watching your hand on the guy's thigh – his scowl angrier than usual, the cigarette letting out smoke as it hangs from his lips.

"It's 10pm. Everyone – out." Joost stands up to announce and walks towards the desks with a trash bag to collect any junk left by the customers.

You start to pack your things, when you feel a hand on your upper arm. It's a guy you met earlier, "I was thinking, maybe you want to grab a drink with me? There is a good bar nearby. If you are not busy."

You are about to reply, when you hear a familiar deep voice coming from behind you. "She is helping here today."

You turn to face Joost. "I thought you said-"

"Yeah. Change of plans. Are you staying or no?"

You look at the guy, who is still waiting for your answer. "Sorry, I can't today."

The last customer leaves – it's just you and Joost now. You stand awkwardly, not really having expected your evening to turn out this way.

"Grab the trash bag, throw out anything that's not supposed to be on the desks. And wipe them down later, cleaning wipes are next to the printer. I will vacuum. The guys should come soon to update the computers." you just stare at him, this must be the most you've heard him talk.

"What?" he asks with raised eyebrows after you don't reply.

"Nothing." you giggle and grab the trash bag. This should be fun.

It is not a big space, so you keep bumping into each other, as he vacuums under the desks, you mutter little sorries, but he keeps at task, seemingly in his own world. His presence in the same room feels electric, now that everyone else is gone, you want his attention more than ever. You bend down and reach forward on the desk as if to pick up the trash at the back of it, your skirt bunching up higher revealing even more skin. You know he notices it, you don't even have to look back to feel his eyes on you. Even a little brush of his arm next to you makes your breath hitch, you wonder if he can tell. Was it jealousy that made him change his mind and let you stay? You want to talk to him, but the constant noise of the vacuum cleaner makes it impossible.

The next time, you intentionally pick a desk to clean right where he is vacuuming. You lean against it and your ass brushes against his hip. He doesn't move away, you wiggle your hips slightly. The noise suddenly stops.

"What are you doing?" he asks. Only the buzz of computers running and your both heavy breathing can be heard in the room. You haven't noticed how worked up he has gotten you just by being close, but seeing how his own chest is rising and falling you can guess it had the same effect on him.

"What do you mean?" you are still in the same position, and he also hasn't moved. He looks down at where your ass meets his hip. The cool metal clasp of his pants feels nice on your skin. You play coy and it thrills you what he will do about it. "I am cleaning the desks as you told me to, am I not?"

He groans and the sound of it makes you grin.

"Well, I think you missed a spot." his voice is lower than usual.

"Huh? Where?"

"Right there." he points at the suspicious stain at the back of the desk. You lean in to reach it, when you feel him move behind you. A pair of warm hands holding your waist, it makes you stop in your tracks, suddenly hot all over.

"Why did you stop? Should I help you?" his crotch is pressed behind you.

"I don't think I see it. I do need some help."

His palm slides from your waist up to your shoulder, down your arm, as he reaches your hand, holding it gently, his chest now pressed against your back. Your heart is threatening to jump out of your throat. The weight of his body on you, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes he smokes makes your head spin. You can't help but arch your back, a quiet moan slipping past your lips.

You hear him huff next to your ear. "Such a pretty girl. Coming here flaunting in your tiny skirts." he speaks quietly and a chill runs down your spine.

"Always the loudest laugh in the room." he continues and moves your hand to wipe down the stain, holding it firmly in his own. "But I can't even bring myself to say anything, because I love the sound of it." he admits. "Don't think I don't notice you."

"Oh, I know you notice." you try to calm your breathing, but fail miserably, it comes out more as a pathetic whimper. He chuckles at how fast he has gotten you wrapped around his finger.

"So you wear it just for me?" he continues moving your hand, his lips ghosting over your neck. "Not these other guys?"

"Only you. I don't need anyone else." you try to turn your head to look at him, but he straightens up and holds the back of your neck.

"Fuck." he groans, you can feel he is getting hard, the rough material of his jeans still pressed against you. You want him to know how wet he got you. "What should I do with you?"

His hand starts trailing from waist down to your thigh, when you hear the door open. He quickly takes a step back from you, turning away. You also stand up from the desk, fixing your hair.

"Hi. We are here for the computer updates?" one of the men says.

Joost goes up to greet them and show around. "Continue cleaning." he calls out to you, when walking past.

After awhile you start to get bored, now that you are not alone, Joost has gone back to ignoring you. The lack of his hands on you makes you feel so lonely, you can still remember the weight and warmth of him pressing you onto the desk, and it is still not enough. He is sitting at his desk, lighting up another cigarette, you watch him flick a lighter, taking a few deep drags filling his lungs with smoke.

You walk towards him. "Is there anything else I can help with?"

He looks around the room, "Honestly.. no. You can go home, you know." there is a hint in his voice that shows he feels bad for keeping you here waiting around for whatever reason. You must have better ways of spending the night rather than this dirty old place.

"I can stay." you reassure him. "I want to help you finish your shift." you trace a nail down his bicep. He looks at your hand, then back up at your face. After his confession of loving the sound of your laugh and calling you a pretty girl you became bolder. His eyes shift to the men still working on the computers, "How long will this take?" he calls out to them.

They shrug, looking at each other. "Like another.. hour or so." one of them replies. Your head drops in defeat, why is it taking so long.

"Sure you don't want to go home?" Joost asks you again.

"I'm sure."

"To help me finish the shift you said?" he laughs. And it makes you stop in your tracks. This is the first time you heard him laugh, what a beautiful sound. You need more of it.

"You are doing it again." he says, his attention back to the computer.

"Doing what?"

"Staring at me silently."

"I am fascinated by you." you want to smooth down the messy strands of hair sticking out in the back of his head. But restrict yourself not to push your luck too much.

"You are so weird." he says putting out his cigarette in an ashtray. "If you need something to do, here take the pencils, sharpen them." You sigh and take the pencils and the sharpener.

You are sitting at the opposite side of where the two men are busy working on computers, their chatter can be heard in the room. You have the perfect vision of Joost, from where you sit facing him, conveniently hidden from anyone else's eyes. He keeps checking on you, humming a melody while sharpening the pencils, as if it is the most interesting task in the world. He seems to have gotten back to his previous uninterested demeanour or just tries to act this way around others. You wave your fingers at him and shoot a smile. He shakes his head at you and is about to turn back to the computer, when you uncross your legs, slowly pushing them apart just for his viewing pleasure, you trace a pencil from your upper thigh closer to your skirt, raising it higher and higher, revealing the side of your panties. You look into his eyes, the bright blue irises almost invisible at this point, how aroused he is.

"We are done." the man stands up and starts to pack up their bags. Joost all but jumps out of his seat. "Thank you guys." and starts to walk them out of the door.

The door closes, the silence surrounding you both again. The anticipation is killing you, you tentatively stand up and head in his direction.

"I sharpened the pencils." you say showing him the sharp ends.

"Good." he takes the pencils, placing them on a nearby desk.

His back is turned to you, you take an opportunity to glide your hands along his back muscles. He doesn't scold you, or move away, so you continue working your hands up to his shoulders, down his arms. "You seem so tense."

You don't have time to react, he moves so quick pinning you to a desk behind you. The backs of your legs pressed against it, he is mere inches away from you, holding both your wrists in one hand. Joost leans his face down toward yours, his hand sliding down to your neck as he rests it there. His eyes dart between your soft lips and eyes.

"You really wanna get fucked here? Want me to pause my work for a needy slut?" He growls lowly, keeping a firm grip on your neck as he brings his face close to yours, his other hand holding your waist. The sudden change makes your head spin as you smile and look up at him through your lashes. You are finally getting exactly what you wanted. "Yes, please." your smile grows with your arousal as you keep your lidded eyes on his handsome face, plastered with frustration.

You wait for his next move, smiling innocently at him, even though there is not a single innocent thought in your head right now. "I want you, Joost." you say into his ear. He leans into your neck, his lips and moustache ghosting over the sensitive skin. You think he might kiss you, but he licks a stripe on your neck, it makes you moan louder than you anticipated and suddenly he turns you around. His hand pressing down on the back of your neck pushing you into the desk.

"I can give you what you want." he presses his crotch against you. It makes you gasp, you can feel he is big, it excites you to no end, just like the sound of the metal clacking, in the peripheral of your position you can see him undoing his belt and pushing his pants down just enough to free his erection. You were right, he is big – it will be a stretch, but so pleasurable, you are ready for anything he will give you. He wraps his hand around his dick, the tip already dripping pre-cum.

"You want this as bad as I do, don't you?" you ask, wiggling your ass at him.

He just groans in response, still working on his dick, looking down at you. In a swift motion, he flips your skirt up, exposing your panties to him.

"If you wanna pretend you're all angry with me you can, I always liked watching you get angry at other customers." you tease, feeling a new wave of arousal wash over you when you feel his eyes on you.

"Hurry up." you press yourself further into him.

He takes a hold of your hips, taking off your panties in a swift motion and slides his thumb down to your clit, rubbing slow teasing circles over it, effectively shutting you up. The hand he has on the back of your neck tightens against you as he watches your mouth open in a small o, your eyes rolling back in your head. "So fucking easy, I touch you a little and you behave," Joost says, his cock dripping pre-cum against your ass as he throbs watching your face contort from pleasure.

"I am not easy." you try to argue.

"No?" he speeds up his movements on your clit, the wet sound filling the room. "Look at you. I have barely touched you and you are already dripping wet." his fingers move to your hole, he dips one finger in, soon after the second finger follows.

You try to press your thighs together as he continues sliding his fingers in and out of you, but Joost is having none of that. His large thigh knocks your knees apart, keeping you spread open for him so he has full access to your pussy.

"M-mmmm" You moan, your ass wiggling back against him as you try to escape the intense pleasure he was giving you – or were you trying to get more? You are so lost in pleasure. "I want you inside. Put it in." you try to meet his eyes from your position. "Please."

He looks down at you, slowing down his movements, but not completely. "I don't have any condoms on me, sweetheart."

"That's okay. You can do it raw. I don't mind." you plead. "I am on the pill."

He grew even harder than before, your teary eyes and needy voice fogging his judgement. He spends a few more moments stretching you out on his fingers, listening to your moans, what makes you louder, making sure you are ready for him.

You whined at the loss of his fingers, but the feeling was soon replaced by the fat head of his cock. You reach your hand behind you, wrapping your hand around his cock. "Fuck." he exhales loudly as you move your hand from his head along the shaft. You rub the head up and down your folds, mixing his precum with your juices, making sure his cock was nice and wet before he fucked you. But also to hear more of his sounds, you could get drunk on every sound that leaves his mouth.

"Enough, baby. Or the fun will end far too soon for my liking." he moves your hand away.

"I am glad you are having fun, baby." you tease him at the use of a petname already. You wiggle your hips and hear a groan from him. "And you say I'm easy."

The smile from your lips changes into a moan, as you feel him catching his head against your entrance and pressing against it teasingly before he pulles back, making you whine. "Please."

"Please what?" he asks. You didn't miss the teasing tone in his voice, it was his turn to play with you now. "I need you inside. Please" you begged, pouting against his desk as you tried to look back at him, even though it is hard from your position. Joost releases the back of your neck to grab both of your wrists in one large hand, keeping them restrained against your lower back, as he slides his dick slowly into you. The stretch is there, but it is quickly replaced by pleasure when he starts to move dragging against your walls, there is no resistance at how wet you are.

He speeds up the pace of his hips against you, the slapping echoing louder in the room as he abuses your g-spot with his dick. "What's wrong? Too much?" Joost asks, faux sympathy laced in his voice. You can only moan in response. "That's too bad. You wanted this, so you're going to fucking take it." He groans.

He reaches down to rub your clit, feeling you clench around him. Your legs are shaking from the intense pleasure flooding your body. Joost's balls slapping harshly against your clit, making your brain turn to mush as he fucks you so deep.

He is getting embarrassingly close to his release, he hasn't gotten laid in awhile and you are making it so hard for him to last. He leans forward, his chest flush against your back as he crushes you with his weight, his hand restraining your wrists being crushed between your bodies, his mouth right against your ear as he says, "So fucking good for me."

Your eyes roll back in your head each time his fat tip brushes against your sweet spot deep inside you. "Would you have said yes to that guy asking you out?" He whispers, his deep voice in your ear sending goosebumps down your spine. His possessiveness makes you feel hot all over.

"Yes." you lie to see his reaction. "I wanted to agree."

"Oh yeah?" his thrusts get harder, both of his hand gripping your hips, moving you to meet his thrusts. "Would you let him fuck you like this?"

Your pussy squeezes tightly around his cock as he fucks you open for him. He keeps his weight against you, his balls slapping against your thighs making lewd noises to echo around the cafe. "Answer me."

"No." you confess. "I would have never gone with him. I already said I only want you."

"Good." he says and your moans increase in frequency, you are squeezing him impossibly tight. "I'm so close" you moan feeling the familiar pleasure spread in your lower stomach. His weight on you, the fact that it is a public place, empty but public nonetheless, his smell all around you, his sharp thrusts inside you make you closer to your peak by the second. "Do it. Cum all over my cock, pretty girl, c'mon." He coos into your ear, his own dick twitching inside you with his impending release as he keeps the same pace up, working you higher and higher to your orgasm.

Your eyes screw shut and your mouth falls open in a loud moan. "Yeah, that's it- oh fuck" Joost groans as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your moans sound shaky as the rest of your body jolts as it was wracked with your high.

Joost's hips still against your ass as his cock twitches inside you with every rope of cum he shoots deep inside. His balls clench with his cock as he releases inside you, groaning loudly against your ear. You whine back, keeping your thighs pressed together as he rolls his hips against you, letting your walls milk him entirely before he stops moving. "So good." Joost huffs as he comes down from his high, his body crushing yours even more as he relaxed against you from such intense orgasm.

He was still deep inside you and he could already feel how his cum was spilling out around his dick from how much he came. "It is getting hard to breathe..." you whisper against the desk, your cheek being squished into the wood by his body on you. Joost quickly stands up. "Sorry." he groans as he slowly pulls his spent cock out of you.

You hiss as he slides out of you. Your walls clenching around him in instinct, making him wince as your pussy hugs his tip before he slid it fully out of you. He reaches over your body to grab the tissues on the side of his desk, grabbing a couple as he wipes gently against your thighs. He cleans up himself and tucks back into his pants.

He helps you to your feet, you stand on shaky legs, reaching around his shoulders for support. He pulls your panties back up and fixes your skirt.

You can feel his arms wrap around your waist, helping you stand and come back to Earth. You realise you are hugging, he just came inside you, but you are melting at the simple hug.

"Thank you." you say quietly looking up at him from where your head lays on his shoulder.

"Thanking me? For what? Did I fuck you so well?" he asks, looking down at you, tucking a strand behind your ear. Something has changed in him, you can tell, he seems softer.

"For letting me stay." you say. "And yes, you did fuck well. I can still barely stand." you laugh.

He smiles at that, your words boasting his ego. "You can stay any time."

"Any time?" your voice comes out almost a squeak how excited you are.

"We are literally open 24/7." he says after a pause and laughs, you slap his chest lightly and laugh too.

[ogrepoppenangleaksofficial]

(waves hand) hi hello i . have no clue what this account is about, it's entertainingly incomprehensible as I scroll through it. could i have a quick rundown?

OK OK HERES AL ONG ANSWER ABOUT WHAT THIS BLOG IS

This account is a behind-the-scenes leaks account for the animation company Ogre Poppenang. Ogre Poppenang came out of the Bruva Alfabusa YouTube channel (see below)

The YouTube channel started off making comedic animations based in the Warhammer 40,000 (a.k.a Warhammer, Warhammer 40k) universe under the series name of "If the Emperor had a Text to Speech Device" where the titular Emperor of Man Kind spoke through a Text to Speech voice synthesizer. The Emperor was/is a key figure to the overall meta plot of the Warhammer 40k universe, and as such was the perfect vessel for alot of jokes and off brand humor as seen from the posts on this blog.

This is all SEVERAL years in the past (as of writing this explanation) and Ogre Poppenang no longer works on the If the Emperor had a Text to Speech Device project due to several long winded and exhausting reasons. The primary one being that the parent company that owns Warhammer 40,000, Games Workshop, has had a not so solid Fan Content policy in place for the last several years that acts as a great deterrent to anyone that wants to make long form and elaborate cool fan content.

In the CURRENT year, Ogre Poppenang has moved onto a few different series.

The first, and primary, of which being Hunter: the Parenting (HTP). Its an animated series that follows a cell of Vampire Hunters within the World of Darkness universe from Paradox Interactive and White Wolf. HTP follows the D clan which consists of Big-D the experienced hunter Patriarch, his son Door, an elder veteran and military man, and Door's son Boy, Marckus another son of Big-D and a self assured red-headed inventor and his spouse whom everyone likes much more then Marckus. The family is directly inspired by Ogre Poppenang's previous work with If the Emperor Had a Text to Speech Device as it was believed that many of the characters could thrive outside of the limitations set on them by the Warhammer 40k universe.

The second is Half-Life: Zero Viscosity. As the title suggests it takes place in Valve's Half-Life universe. Instead of grand adventures of The One Free Man, the series focus' in on Gus, a survivor and ex-forklift technician from the Black Mesa Research Facility as he tries to survive the extra dimensional Combine occupation of earth alongside Shock Trooper, an anxiety filled four armed and mono-eyed alien, Pit Drone, a dog, and Doctor Bags, another survivor from Black Mesa who has joined a Resistance movement against the Combine.

LASTLY Ogre Poppenang also produces Norfolk Wizard Game, a Mage: the Ascensions TTRPG live play chronicle set within the same World of Darkness universe as Hunter: the Parenting.

Norfolk Wizard Game follows four humans that have experienced their "Awakenings" where they find themselves now capable of altering the reality around them and plunging feet first into the deep end of inter-dimensional battles between demons, aliens, the Government, and other creatures of the night.

There is also a monkey, some juggalos, and Clippy featured prominently in the series.

[slcmml]

charlie & gn! reader — as long as i’m with you.

“i’d like to see the sharks.”

☆ this one is very self indulgent, because i adore sea life, but i like to imagine your first date with charlie was at an aquarium.

☆ he LOVES the touch tanks; he thinks they’re so fucking cool (and they are, by the way).

☆ walking through the underwater tunnel with him.. “are they fucking?” “..i think so.” “us?” “sure.”

☆ FEEDING THE ANIMALS WITH CHARLIE AUGGHHH!! he named each and every single animal he fed (despite them already having a name). “can i call you glub? you seem like a glub with the way you eat that fish.” “what does that even mean, charlie?”

☆ if you’re anything like me, then you definitely brought a polaroid camera with you. TAKING THE SILLIEST PHOTOS WITH CHARLIE AUGGHH.. kill me now.

☆ also buying the stupidest shit in the gift shop before you leave (shark gun shark gun shark gun)

“hey, that statue kind of looks like you!”

★ would it be horrible of me to say this is also self indulgent because i also adore museums?

★ now. i do not physically believe this museum date would be one of those cute ones where you hold hands and enjoy the silence together. because this is charlie we’re talking about.

★ he’s probably giggling at the paintings of naked people. “oh wow, he’s got a small cock.” “charlie, you said that so loud.”

★ physically cannot stand there and look at a painting for more than thirty seconds. he NEEDS to be in the kids section with all the interactive stuff.

“i fucking hate being an adult. why do stinky children get the cool shit?”

★ as always, will take the goofiest photos in front of anything he finds even slightly silly.

★ you both probably spend nothing more than an hour and a half in there before leaving to get something to eat, but that’s okay, the ice cream you shared was a banger.

“you spent fifty dollars trying to win me that?”

☆ arcade dates.. aughhh they’re so cute.. AND WITH CHARLIE??

☆ i think we all know the claw machines are rigged. but i’m not one to lay there and take it in the ass so i WILL spend as long as it takes trying to get a toy from it if charlie even SLIGHTLY mentions thinking it’s cute.

“babe, it’s fine, you don’t have to—” “i’m not letting this fucking machine dictate whether or not my boyfriend can have this goddamn octopus plush.”

☆ also i just KNOW that charlie would suck ass at dance dance revolution but he’d still spend at least half an hour going through songs and trying to win.

☆ spending SO fucking long going through the arcade games, trying to beat the high score on at least ONE of them (you never end up getting the high score).

“i’m tired, can we start heading back, please?”

★ i.. also enjoy hiking. another self indulgent one. but whatever.

★ you two probably take the silliest photos (like always). you laying on the ground, playing dead, in one photo while charlie has a shocked expression in the next.

★ collecting rocks and leafs. placing said rocks on the ground once you both decide to go off trail because it seemed fun. losing track of said rocks and getting lost.

“where the fuck are we?” “i think we’re in hell.”

★ watching as charlie tries to climb literally ANYTHING, and being slightly worried that he’ll fall.

★ getting SO fucking bored as you’re walking, trying to find the trail again, that you both just start playing i-spy.

“oh shit, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! help me, i’m fucking falling!”

☆ roller skating dates.. mmmm.. has anyone seen that clip of charlie spinning around and then pointing to the camera? because of that clip, i don’t think he’s a HORRIBLE skater.. but definitely not a pro.

☆ he sure acts like it, though! tries to do these cool ass tricks and lands directly on his ass before whining about it.

“if i can jump and spin, can you please buy me nachos?”

☆ his ass does NOT land. you buy him nachos anyway.

☆ teehee.. i really like the idea of holding hands and skating around and just being silly little goobers.. charlie please save me, charlie if you can hear me, please save me charlie..

☆ takes your hand and dramatically dips you, “so, uh.. you come here often?” and then you both get off balance and fall.

© slcmml

[slut-strut-satan]

Hi 👋 I just saw your post about the inconsistencies in DA canon, and I very much agree: some things look like the writers themselves are unreliable narrators when it comes to some parts of the lore. But I wanted to ask something - and I hope you don't mind - as someone who isn't a Solas fan and hasn't spent as much time analyzing his story as maybe you did. I see so many vastly different interpretations re: the Veil I'm starting to feel like I'm losing my mind. A lot of people strongly believe that tearing down the Veil wouldn't end the world, but Solas himself says in Trespasser: "I will save the elven people, even if it means this world must die." If you ask him why he helped you with the Qunari plot if he intends to destroy the world anyway, he says he doesn't want people to suffer before it's necessary (which implies that at some point it will be necessary). He seems genuinely sorry for what he believes he has to do. Doesn't it mean he confirms the consequences of removing the Veil would be world-ending? If it doesn't mean the world would be literally destroyed and a great number of people killed, why did he phrase it like this? Why make an enemy out of the Inquisitor and make them believe he is planning to destroy the world if it isn't the case?

Solas rarely speaks in straight lines. He uses metaphors and is generally very vague, which is how he gets around lying. He doesn’t lie, he disguises the truth.

I’ve never understood why people thought he was speaking literally there, because Solas ‘destroyed’ the world of the Elves and yet Elves are very much still around. Changed, but around. Dwarves, too. There’s no reason to believe everyone would just drop dead the minute the Veil comes down, especially since people can go in an out of the Fade physically with no major consequences. I firmly believe Solas would not take action against the Veil if he thought it would just end all life on Thedas. That’s just not the character. People can hate on him all they want, but Solas values life. That’s just canon. He wouldn’t be trying to do what he views as saving the world if he did not care about the people living in it.

And if that’s not enough for you, Solas himself directly tells us that modern people would survive to see the new world. He’s had multiple lines implying that he fully expects the current inhabitants of Thedas to be capable of surviving in the Restored Thedas, hes just not naive enough to pretend casualties won’t be inevitable.

When you ask him what his plan was, he tells us that he took precautions to lessen the loss of life. The estimate he gives us in regards to potential casualties is ‘thousands.’ And whether or not you think a few thousand people is an acceptable sacrifice is irrelevant right now. The point is that he’s not recklessly throwing lives away for no reason. Solas believes that Thedas will not survive long term in its current state and that restoring it to its natural state is the ethical thing. The Veil is an ecological disaster. Think of it as something similar to a Climate Change situation.

We know that the Veil had been growing weaker and weaker over time because it’s been established that mass death and violence weakens it. And Veilguard might not want you rememver that part, but modern Thedas is a hell world of violence, disease, and oppression. It is not a healthy or nice place. Spirits, Mages, and Elves (Solas is all three of these things) are routinely, systematically, and horrifically oppressed, and the Veil has contributed factors which unfortunately lead to this state of oppression. Again, DATV doesn’t want you to know any of that, but they can’t sweep these things under the rug for anyone who’s played the other games.

Solas created the Veil because he’d been forced to make an impossible choice for the good of the world. No one in Thedas would be alive today without him. Now, he’s been forced to make an equally impossible one, and ultimately he decides that he is morally responsible for undoing the damage wrought by the Veil. This is not to make himself happy. This is not selfish. This is a character sacrificing their own sense of self for the sake of duty. His conscience compels him to try and right what he perceives as a terrible wrong. I’m not sure why this is meant to be a negative quality but I’m not a sociopath so I couldn’t hazard a guess.

[gayofthefae]

Let's talk it through. Because it sounds silly, but Mike being straight ruins the entire story. Not because it hold so much weight, but because it is an ensemble cast, and ensemble casts' stories are intertwined. One tiny move from the originally and everything falls apart. People say it isn't planned but it's impossible for it to NOT be with the intertwinement REQUIRED of this structure.

So let's go through it. Every character can only have one ending and his being straightness is disprovable because it tears everyone else's apart (and I won't even touch themes):

Mike loves El. Fine for Mike and El in concept. But...

Not fine for Will. (If your argument is "they shoehorn that he's happy", yes, technically any writer could write literally any ending at any time in any story for anyone. That isn't an argument basis). So Will's story is ruined (yes, every protagonist needs a happy ending unless it's a tragedy, it can't just be your fave or who you think is the main and everyone else's is expendable). Will's is distressed

Which causes Jonathan distress. Jonathan's protectiveness over Will is then what has caused

Nancy's anxieties over their relationship. Nancy's anxieties over her relationship drive her to

Steve, who wants the nuclear family Nancy has repeated said she will quickly grow to resent, which will lead him to focus his energies away from his platonic relationships like

Robin, exploring her queerness in practice alone - a very scary thing she has shown to need support and a vent space in in 4x01 - but also away from

Dustin, which isolates him in his grief when he needs Steve the most. Dustin isolated, Will isolated, Mike and El preoccupied with each other leaves

Lucas isolated in his grief. Lucas isolated in his fight. This ties

Erica to him, unable to branch out and explore her nerdy identity and community as she is the only one there for him in the same way she was in the Creel house at her death and in the hospital before the team got back. Only the two of them together will fail much like season 4 in saving

Max, who died because of the group's physical separation in season 4, would now likely fail to be saved because of an emotional separation, and with everyone isolating themselves in depression, what would she have to come back to as a friend group?

Then we have their parents. Will struggling would directly affect Joyce in the same way it would Jonathan. She can't be happy if he isn't. And Hopper can't be happy when she isn't. And El can't be happy when he isn't. And Mike can't be happy when she isn't. Also, all of this has a history of just generally annoying Murray, as an addendum.

It's like when you play one of those connecting games with the lines, get one thing wrong, and have to erase the whole thing.

But I actually didn't even need to go through all this because, canonically, no one is happy they're together

especially in their most romantic season - season 3 - AND including THEM THEMSELVES. The only people off the list are characters who aren't present for their relationship to be hurt by it directly in the first place.

But let's go through how Mike being queer affects things, shall we?

Mike has feelings for Will. They get together and

Will is happy.

El and him break up, enforcing her independence from men though sad, sending her off more freely in her fight for Max. El being more independent relieves

Hopper of a weight, allowing him to focus more on

Joyce, who is also able to as well and instead of over worrying about her children now that she trusts that

Jonathan has been able to relax because he now trusts that his brother doesn't need him too much for him to be with

Nancy, who pursues her career alongside him as intended, keeping a platonic relationship with

Steve, who is then able to prioritize more platonic relationships in his life like

Robin, who has him to lean on as she ventures into romance for the first time and

Dustin, who can depend on him when he is grieving especially an "older male friend" like Steve is to him. With that support, he is less likely to isolate and more likely to seek solidarity with others grieving such as additional support to

Lucas, who now has both him and El supporting him, healing their grief together and making it so he has enough support that he isn't dependent on only

Erica, who is able to branch out more and cement her identity and friends who are more like her rather than just socially acceptable. Their team will also still be strong enough to get

Max back more successful than season 4 now that they are all working and strategizing together and in the same place.

When everybody else isn't stressed, Murray is less irritated with them. As an addendum.

So if Mike stays with El everyone including them is sad but if he's with Will everyone including them is happy.

This is why I shipped Byler. They're cute also. But this was why FIRST. Because it's formulated to be right.

I'm rooting for everybody's happiness. Most GA or other shippers are too, it's why we get converts as soon as they realize what "everybody's happiness" ACTUALLY means.

And I didn't have to do all this either. Because think(because there's a gif limit) how they were canonically when Mike and El are not together and he is with Will. Think season 2.

Lucas with Max. Dustin with Steve. Nancy with Jonathan. Joyce with Hopper. El finding herself. Everything as we know it should be. Or season 4.

That's no coincidence.

As I've said, it isn't about individual irrefutables. It's about patterns. Very, very consistent patterns. When everybody is happy and when they are not. "Season 3 changed and went downhill" and what single factor was altered as of season 3?

Mike Wheeler is not straight. Because everyone is doomed if he is. No less than everyone is doomed if Max dies or Robin doesn't get the Vickie or Vecna wins. Mike Wheeler is in love with Will Byers because everyone is doomed if he isn't.

If you move that piece of the puzzle, everything topples...which tells us that it is a piece of the puzzle.

[succake]

Newton's Skill Crane - One shot

❦ ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔟 x reader ❦

Synopsis : On your way to the amusement park, you see a present you could share with Caleb, the claw machine being the only obstacle to your freebie.

The fresh cemented sidewalk was flooded with people, you manage to find a path while holding caleb’s shirt. His friends were waiting for him at the entrance of the amusement park at the end of town. You walk by the arcade and find love at first sight. A little red and green apple keychains. You pull the soft fabric covering Caleb and he turns to looks at you. You point toward the machine inside the arcade.

                               “Not today pipsqueak i don’t think i brought my A game.” he say patting his right shoulder.

You examine him with pleading eyes.

                               “Please Caleb, i want to spend time with you, not with your friends. You barely leave your room when you visit.” You pout and he places his hands on his hips. He hesitates. He couldn’t admit the reason why, is because he was scared the two of you grown apart. 

“Fine. But i won’t use my evol if we can’t get what you want.” He lies. He absolutely would but not in front of you. You can’t see him cheat, he’s supposed to be your hero. He would come back later pretending to go pick up ice cream at the supermarket.

You enter the arcade, the smell of cleaning products infiltrate your nostrils, enamored by the keychains you walk straight towards the machine without noticing someone waving around a plastic toy gun plugged to another machine almost hitting you.

Caleb swings his finger slightly, to stop the plaything from reaching you, ending up on the floor, a little too far from what it would normally lands. Caleb glares at the man, considerably too old to not be aware of his surroundings. The man lowers his gaze, picks up the toy and, bows slightly, apologetic. Caleb’s menacing stare soften the second it settles ont you.

                           “Hurry up. I’m not losing this bad boy!” You scream in excitement. A little too old to act this way, Caleb chuckles and reminisce about 6 years old you begging him for plushies at the same exact machine, the exact same way. You have not changed at all, just grown taller and wiser.

                        “Shall i go first?” He asks, taking the initiative. “We have three tries? Correct?”

                         “We can’t hinder the machine for too long so i only took three…for now!” you say smiling.

He smiles and his finger touch the cold joysticks, he caresses the button before punching it, once… Twice… And a third time before your tries runs out.

Your worried look alarms Caleb when a kid approaches the arcade trying to get the keychain you were pointing at, He couldn’t wait longer.

The claw picks up the box, approaching slowly the hole, you motion to the right. The box falls off the claw and another plushie drops in the cavity.

The kid, a bit disappointed, takes the unicorn plushie and you rush back at the machine.

                             “My turn!” You say blissfully unaware Caleb would be the one actually playing this round as well.

                             “I know you will get it in one try let’s keep those attempts for later yeah?” he says out of sight. You chuckle, confident.

You manipulate the claw and it grabs the same box you wanted Caleb to seize. The package slowly leaning towards the cold metal at the bottom of the machine. 

His phone vibrates his pocket he pulls it out and decline the call. He sways his finger, and the carton plummets down the cave and you reach for it and pulls it out of the machine. He puts his phone back into his pocket before you turn around and shake your present.

                              “WE DID IT!!” you jump in his arms and he swings you around.

                                We dit it. We. Did you know? You didn’t, you couldn’t, he worries and you directly adds.

                               “You need to practice more, Mister im gonna become better than you at this game!!” He sighs. You didn’t know. You didn’t need to know everything as long as you got what you wanted you didn’t have to know.

[notbecauseofvictories]

me, playing anatomy at 6am halloween morning when the world and also my apartment is dark, quiet, and full of things I can't see: oh, I've made a terrible mistake.

[maddieandangel]

Had a weird Hollow Knight-related dream a couple days ago, so I decided to draw a major scene I remembered from it dgsgshf

More context will be in the tags, for those interested!

[crystallinekai]

ShuAke Childhood Friends(?) to Rival Lovers AU

(I'm posting this headcanon here so I can reblog onto my P5 roleplay blog~ 💃🏽 Also, I have not written anything headcanon related in ages so please bear with me.)

Goro and Akira met at a Japanese equivalent of a daycare at the age of 5 years old while Akira was 3 years old. Akira was already there, playing with some blocks, when he saw a shy Goro enter while clinging to his mother. Goro's mother was explaining her situation, a lot of words that Akira couldn't understand. Something about money and how she needed Goro to stay here during the daytime while she's at work. The employee quickly assured the woman, making her relax before she signed some registration papers.

Akira had no idea what was going on as he couldnt take his eyes off of Goro. The other boy piqued Akira's interest even before he glanced his way. It was more of a glare he received while he clung to his mother tighter. It seemed like the woman noticed and she saw Akira looking in their direction. She smiled at him, finished signing the forms and placing a payment. She walked over to Akira while Goro trailed closely behind her, still glaring at the boy. The lovely woman introduced her son to Akira and hoped they will be good friends to which Akira cheerfully promised, "We will!"

And while Goro and Akira had became friends, there was a tiny bit of a rivalry going on. Akira thought it was a game, but Goro was serious. Their competition would stem from who can put the toys up faster or who can count the highest. That one was a little unfair for Akira who was three. One of their odd competitions led to Akira crying and it made Goro feel bad. So he promised to bring some candy tomorrow as a way to call a truce and make it up to Akira. It was silly, but they ended up bonding more after that particular incident. They spent a lot of time together before one of them had to go home each day. Their friendship was pure happiness for over a year.

Until one day, Goro hadn't come back to daycare one day. And one day turned to two. Then three. Before Akira was even aware, a week went by with no sign of Goro. He was sad. And then, it was Akira's turn to move away. He was due to start primary school soon and with his parent's line of work, they had to move to a different city.

He hadn't seen Goro Akechi again since. Akira was heartbroken and he didn't understand why.

About 13 years went by and a series of events happened then turned his life upside down. Getting arrested and slapped with a false assault charge landed him in a different prefecture and school.

Imagine Akira's surprise when he met Akechi on a social studies trip with his school. He felt a sense of familiarity from Akechi which made him feel a bit nostalgic and also like something that was previously missing had fell into place. He had met his old friend again, but unfortunately, they were on opposite sides. Akechi was a famous ace detective while Akira was a Phantom Thief. Akira knew needed to be careful around him yet, he was eager to spend time with Akechi and make up for lost time. Akira found himself wanting to talk to Akechi once they exchanged contact information often and they did. Then they hung out in a few spots including frequenting Cafe Leblanc, the bathhouse in Yongen-Jaya and spending time at the Cafe or Club in Kichijoji. They gravitated to each other when their schedules happened to line up, talking about their past and sometimes exchanging opinions on the Phantom Thieves. Akira found himself looking forward to every hangout between them and deepening their bond. And he fell hard for Akechi.

Which was why the betrayal from Akechi had been expected, it still hurt his heart. He thought of their talks while he was in hiding for the next month, still yearning to hear Akechi's voice on the other line if he called or see his name come up in his messages. All was quiet until the moment they had crossed paths again in Shido's palace. Akechi revealed to Akira he hated him ever since they were kids, mostly out of anger and frustration about him being surrounded by everyone while Akechi had been alone and cast aside. The words were said, but that wasn't how Akechi had felt. Akechi actually loved Akira too. Even Akira's friends could see that. They fought each other and brought Akechi to his knees. Akira offered for Akechi to join yhem again to take down Shido together when the Cognitive Goro Akechi appeared, gun in hand and pointed it at the real Akechi. Akechi gave Akira one last look and said, "If only we had met sooner..." Which Akira was about to reply before the steel gate separated them and a single gunshot was heard. His heart shattered when Akira heard Futaba confirm she couldn't see Akechi's signal anymore.

The fight with Shido was difficult and he avenged the boy he loved while making Shido atone for everything. The change of heart was a success. Akira lamented to Morgana on how he was unable to save Goro. He was mourning the loss of someone dear to him and had been dear to him since they had first met.

Eventually, Akira had to turn himself in as he had promised to Sae Niijima. His initial charges from Shido had been cleared. He served his time in juvenile detention because no one can overlook the fact he is the leader of the Phantom Thieves. Akira accepted that easily than when he had to accept that Goro wasn't alive. He still had the glove Akechi gave to him. Thankfully, that hadn't been confiscated when he was first arrested.

Akira returned to his life outside of juvenile detention after his time served. His friends rejoiced in having him back. He was glad to be with them. However, Akira knew one more person should be here. He still waited for his phone call or even a text.

It was when Akira was watching the shop shortly after White Day was when he heard the door open. Akira greeted the customer as normal before getting a good look at him and froze. Those familiar brown eyes with a unique reddish hue to them, the chestnut brown hair and his beautiful face. He was here. Goro was here, alive in Leblanc. The one word, a name was all Akira managed to say when he locked eyes with the other man:

"Akechi."

end

[fragglerockopinions]

white man experiences racism for the first time. sad!

[dravidious]

Making a level 0 Lancer character just to try it out and I wanted to make a kinda support character, so I ended up with a playstyle that does stuff like using Lock On to support allies, and also placing drones and using tech attacks. When it came time to pick my weapons, I realized I probably won't actually be shooting them too often, so weapons that require reloading won't have that much of a downside.

And that's how my support character ended up wielding a pair of Missile Racks and a Superheavy Cyclone Pulse Rifle.

[honeysunchild]

Libraries are just about the punkest places in existence and ppl wanna be transphobic in them? Not on my watch fuck you very much