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Watching the gameplay for The Flipside right now and...
Why did they drag the whole foot fetish scene on for so long..? It started to make me nauseous honestly- I mean genuinely haven't had this VICERAL a reaction to media in such a long time I'll give them that
#like no hate to people with foot fetishes yall keep on keeping on đ«Ąđ«Ą#but the way they dragged the whole thing out for over an hour just felt gross and unnecessary to me#especially since the game itself is only 3 hours#Usually I wouldn't really care becuase I know class of 09 is an edgy game but like#this just doesn't sit right with me#yknow?#I have some more to say about it but I'm gonna wait till I finish it all#class of 09 flipside#The flipside#Class of 09#coyote talks
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honeysuckle
boyfriend!jungkook, established relationship, smut
summary : according to your boyfriend, a little competition won't hurt anyone especially when the game is his favorite. Making you feel good.
warnings : mature, strong language, heavy on the smut, a little fluff thrown in there, fingering, pussy slapping, he asks for consent, they're freaky, dick piercing, ass slapping, hickeys, sex in a jacuzzi, reverse cowgirl, riding, jungkook wants oc so bad, dirty talk, he calls oc sweetheart, unprotected sex. if i missed something, do let me know.
a/n : hi my loves, hereâs your promised smutty treat. tbvh that picture has not left my mind ever since i saw it lmao. I love you guys so so much. You're so loved and cherished. Please don't read this in front of your parents. also @rpwprpwprpwprw was the sweetest to ask for a tag <33 xoxo
"Oh yeah baby, just like that"
"You fuck me so good"
'Take my cock like a good slut you are"
Any other day, you're all about sex positivity and letting your body get what it wants but today of all days, your neighbors want to ruin the peace that you so desperately craved.
Your boyfriend, Jungkook had left early for a business meeting promising you to come back as soon as he gets done with it. As much as you missed him, you had felt the need to have some time for yourself. You thrive on being Jungkook's girlfriend, it's all butterfly in the stomach, princess treatment kind of love but you can't lie about wishing for some alone time just for yourself. Finally, you were getting it. You had it all planned bit by bit.
Step 1 : take an everything shower
Step 2 : cook something delicious for yourself while wave to earth plays in the background
Step 3 : read a romantasy novel you've been anticipating for a long time.
Step 4 : if sleepy, sleep. If not, take out your pink best friend from the bedside drawer and seek your pleasure listening to Jungkook's voice recording you had him record the other day. It always works.
Step 3 and you're already at the verge of giving up. It appears the people next door didn't exactly like your plan and they wanted to make you realize how lonely you are. Screaming at your face, "Haha guess who's not getting a dick". God forbid if a girl wants to have quite and peaceful night while romanticizing the shit out of it.
You slam the book on the bed and sigh. For a second you consider calling Jungkook but stop when you realize that you'll only be hindering his work. What are you even going to tell him? that you can't read because your neighbors have been fucking each other for hours now? No, that's just stupid.
Taking off your reading glasses you make your way to the kitchen. If you can't get sleep tonight, you might as well give them a tough fight. When and if they decide to let their horny asses take a break and decide to doze off, they'd catch on to the fact that there's someone next door whose mama didn't raise a quitter. Immature? you don't think so.
Once the woman's voice on the speaker alerts you that your phone has been connected, you start off with your favorite go to song when you need to cry your eyes out. "Fuck to an emotional song now" you think.
Coming in terms with the fact that you might have to pull an all nighter, you begin making coffee. The word itself brings a smile on your face. Coffee, which got you through your med school. Coffee, which got you Jungkook.
If you really think about it, hadn't you mustered up the courage to go on a solo date that day and have a coffee all by yourself you wouldn't have crossed your paths with him. It's funny actually because how many couples do actually last this long after meeting at a random coffee shop?
After dating douchebags for almost three years you had taken a break from dating all together. It was high time you focused on yourself. Honestly, it's not like they were the only one who was messed up in your previous relationships. You had some parts you had to heal as well and the moment you caught up on that, you went on a journey. Journey to self love, journey to find yourself and a journey which will leave you not perfect but healed.
As for the dimwits you dated in the past, sometimes it was "why do you always have to be like this? how much more space do you need?" or, "What do you mean you don't want to have sex right now? C'mon don't be a spoilsport".
Spoilsport, your ass.
Standing up on your tippy toes, your hands reach out for the coffee container but before you could even settle your foot down on the floor, two arms circle around your waist making you gasp in utter shock.
The need to defend yourself takes so strongly over you that you don't even turn around in order to check the person before your elbow connects with their nose.
When you finally do, you can't stop the scream from leaving your mouth. Your face all red and your eyes as big as saucers.
You panic, "JUNGKOOK?"
When you see blood oozing out of his left nostril after he lifts his face, you mentally curse your sister for forcing you to take self defense classes.
"What's with the song, sweetheart?"
"I told you you were gonna be my death someday but who knew it was gonna be tonight"
After cleaning up his nose and giving him a cup of coffee, you both were now sitting on the couch. You had turned off the music, though. God knew it was not making the situation any better.
You take a sip before speaking, "Oh, don't be dramatic. Who comes home like this and at this hour?"
"My flight was late, sweetheart. I wanted to get to you much sooner but destiny had plans--" he gets cut off as his eyebrows crease in wonder.
"What was that?"
"The neighbors. They have been going at it for hours now" you shake your head in disbelief.
"For hours? That's some stamina I must say" he breaks out in a fit of laughter as you place your cup on the table in front of you.
Turning towards him you ask, "You find this funny? I haven't been able to sleep because of them"
Your voice comes out a bit whiny and you wonder if you're acting a bit childish.
"Oh, sweetheart. How about this, I take a quick shower and we cuddle to sleep" a mixture of warmth and concern crossing his face.
Your smile is wide when you say, "I'd love that"
Jungkook finishes his coffee and pecks your lips as he saunters towards the bathroom. However, when he turns back and says the most unforeseen thing, your silly mind doesn't even think twice.
"Actually, _____. Why don't you join me?"
Bubbles form inside the jacuzzi as smoke fills your surroundings. The smell of warm water hits your nose making it feel tingly. Your stomach is doing summersaults as your boyfriend lets you down inside the water, heart skipping a beat.
Only when Jungkook lets himself sit on the other side of the tub, you can finally take a deep breath. His eyes never leaving yours. When you're with him, there's nothing you care about. Not your horny neighbors, not the world, nothing. It's just him and his presence that lights you up. A smile that could rival the sun.
Him.
Your fingers play with the water as you try to make a conversation. This moment right here, is peak level of intimacy for you. You're both naked, exposed and vulnerable yet you've never felt safer. Not to mention how you feel like a high school girl trying to talk to his crush.
When you were young, the bathroom was the only place you could run and cry in and no one judged you. The four walled room provided more comfort than people in your life. It holds memories but when you moved in with your boyfriend, you left those at your old house. To rot, because what else?
With him, every corner, every space in your house feels pure and blissful. Itâs filled with laughter, moans and him.
Jungkook's legs are lightly brushing yours every now and then, the movement sending shivers down your spine. What's happening to you?
"So, how was the business trip?"
"On a scale of one to ten, how funny is it that you wanna talk about business while looking like that and all I wanna do is fuck that sweet mouth of yours because of how much I missed it?"
You shudder, the effect he has on you is beyond belief and now with the expression crossing his face, pure lust and longing, it's as though somebody has set your whole body on fire. A mix of hot and cold feeling running through your veins.
"Jungkook"
"Come here"
"Wh-"
He cuts you off, "Come here, sweetheart. Come to me before I lose my ever loving mind'
You don't have an option other than to scoot your way towards him. He positions your body between his legs, his taut and muscular chest touching your wet back.
Wetness pools between your legs as his hardness presses at your lower hip just above your ass. Your pussy throbs with need and you stop yourself from reaching down to relieve that tension.
His fingers ever so lightly graze over your arm, frequently making drawings on it.
"How long did you say they were going at it?"
You look at him, "About three hours. Why?"
He's up to something. You can feel it in your bones.
"Do you think they're still gonna be able to fuck each other after hearing your screams through the wall, sweetheart?"
Fuck. The idea of making them listen to you while your boyfriend fucks you into oblivion doesn't sound so bad. You missed him, you missed being in his arms and you missed him being inside you as well. So, where's the harm in that?
"You wanna give them a show? Let them know how well your man fucks you?"
The moan that leaves her as she lets her head fall back heavy on his chest tells him everything her words can't.
"Jungkook, please. It's been so long" she cries out.
She stirs making herself more comfortable but that just makes him hiss through his teeth as her ass grazes his cock, the metal on the tip leaving a cool sensation. He's not gonna give in easily though. He will make her earn that release.
His hands cup her tits, fully covering them and they fit so perfectly in his hands. Heavy, full, perfect. As if they're made just for him to suck, him to cup, him to cum on, him to leave purple love bites on.
"I know, sweetheart. Do you wanna know what I kept thinking about while I was away?" his voice trails off, "I kept thinking about how bad I wanna fuck your throat"
The sound that leaves her is filled with need.
"Jungkook, baby please."
He trails his hands down her chest and stomach before it reaches her pussy. Just around her clit. His finger are soft and light, not putting pressure when all she wants is for him to give her the release she so badly craves.
Jungkook's cock is already leaking with precum and his balls ache. He missed his girl so fucking much, so much that he lost count of how many times he had fucked his hand while thinking of her while he was away. When his colleagues saw his flushed face, he had no other option than to blame it on the cold weather.
His finger slide down and back up her slit, making her visibly shiver.
Shit. He's not gonna last long if she keeps making those noises.
"How many finger do you want, _____?" he asks as repeats the same motion.
His mouth comes on her in a searing kiss, it's possessive, passionate, burning and everything nasty. He's straight up claiming her mouth as her tongue tangles with his own.
Pulling back he waits for her response, "Two. Please"
Following her command, his two fingers slide inside her. He tightens the hold on her stomach to have her stay in place when she bucks her hips forward.
She screams.
"That's my girl"
He slides his finger out before sinking it deep inside her cunt again. Crooking them in such a way that he hits her g-spot. Desperate moans fill the room mixing with the steam coming out of the hot water. Her hands ghost over his, fastening his pace.
"You want it faster, sweetheart?"
"Yes, much faster. I wanna cum so bad"
Happy to give her what she wants, he begins rubbing at her clit while his other fingers work their way in and out her wet cunt.
"Oh my fucking god"
"That's right. Get what you want. Such a good girl for me"
He's an animal at this point as he tries to mark her his more than she already is. Jungkook has always been open about sex with his girlfriend, his needs, his wants, his desires and she'd done the same. You compliment each other perfectly. It's easier that way, not leaving any room for doubts.
She like dirty talk, he gives it to her.
When her hips lift forward matching his thrusts, he smirks. Biting her slender neck as she chases her orgasm.
"Aghh"
It finally happens, her hands grasp his even more tightly, other hand gripping the edge of the jacuzzi as she lets out a scream. Her breath fastens as sweat beads her forehead, Jungkook never stopping with his praises.
When she settles back down between his legs, he takes his finger out and sucks them clean. Brown eyes never leaving hers.
"Do you think they heard us, sweetheart?"
Her laughter brings smile to his face, "You're crazy"
"And you're mine" He pecks her cheek, letting his lips linger there for a bit. Basking in the feeling of her love's skin against his lips.
At the beginning of your relationship when you were just getting comfortable with intimacy, jungkook loved kissing her cheek. It was his way of showing her that she's adored by him. Then he realised that quite frankly, it's her. He likes kissing so much because it's her that he's kissing.
He holds her for a while before speaking up, "You wanna help me with a problem?"
He doesn't need to tell her twice but soon as her next words leave her mouth, he takes a double take.
"Sit on the edge and I'll suck you off" he hears her say as she kneels before him.
"Later" he grabs her by her shoulders as he positions her back between his legs. This time facing him.
Her legs wrap around his waist and his thick cock presses against her navel. He knows how badly she wanted to take him into her mouth and he could have let her do that only if he was strong enough to resist himself from sinking deep inside her.
"Now, I wanna fuck you. Raw and nice just like my girlfriend deserves" his voice comes out breathy.
"I love you"
"Me too, sweetheart. More than you know" he assures.
Knowing he can't take it anymore, he lifts her up and sits her body down on his cock. Slowly by slowly as she moans her way through it. ____'s head falls into the crook of his neck and his grip tightens on the curve of her waist. The ampallang piercing multiplies the pleasure tenfold as you both roll your eyes at the back of your head.
Jungkook got madly drunk the other day and came back with a dick piercing which resulted in her getting mad at him and him fucking her to show how good it gets with it.
Having said that, he presses a searing kiss on her lips and his breath knocks out of his chest in the process. It's almost like he's dreaming. The feel of her body on him, his cock deep inside ____, her arms caging him. It all feels surreal. At this point, the neighbors are long forgotten. It's you and him now.
He takes one of her sensitive buds in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Moving it in circular motions.
The next few seconds involve him spanking her ass as if he wants to leave marks, him guiding her up and down his cock as she bounces and giving her frequent kisses. Wet slapping noises fill the entire room as his balls ache with need.
"So good, baby. You feel so fucking good. Wrapped around me like this while I fuck you good, huh?" he slaps her pussy lightly.
Thrust Thrust Thrust
As she falls back again into his arms, crying loudly with utter pleasure, he tightens his hold on her body. Hugging her close as both of your heartbeats sync together.
"Thank you for letting me love you, sweetheart. Thank you for coming into my boring ass life and filling it with laughter. Fuck"
Your sweaty and now tired bodies are wrapped around each other as you both revel in the warmth of intimacy.
He lets out a grown followed by her whine and before he can say anything, youâre both cumming together, sighing and kissing as you come down your high.
A chaste kiss is pressed on her forehead, "So perfect, my girl"
"That wasâŠ" you bite your lip.
"Amazing, I know" he says as he mindlessly plays with her black locks.
his hands rub her back. "Sweetheart, I want one more from you"
"One more?"
"Yeah, this time I wanna see your beautiful back. Will you do it for me?"
He tries to ask her as gently as possible. Pride filling his chest when he sees her nod.
Guiding her up with the support of her knees he sits her down on his lap, his balls brushing against her clit as he sinks back inside her. A man can only take so much before he snaps. This was the moment for him. His girl's back glistens in the most beautiful way ever. Sweat droplets mixed with water dripping down her spine that he canât help but kiss.
"Fuck baby, you look like a goddess right now." he halts,
"So warm"
Trailing his hands up the back of her neck he threads his fingers through her hair, gripping it lightly but also putting enough pressure just so she can feel a sweet pain.
His heart skips another beat when she starts moving forward and then backwards, teasing him. Her movements are painfully slow. He wants to ask ____ to move faster but at the same time, he also wants to make this special for her.
So, he waits and watches her back arch as he feels like the luckiest man in the world.
"Jungkook" she moans his name, holding on to his thigh as he pounds into her from the back. Itâs even deeper now, his cock hitting places heâd never hit before. Jungkook mentally thanks himself for trying out this new position because heâd just about take any chance to feel more connected to ____.
Just when his stomach contracts and hardens, he asks, "____ Iâm gonna need you to spread those ass wider. Iâm very close"
When she hums in response he gently pushes her upper body so that itâs flat on his legs, immediately letting him see more of ____'s ass. Her asshole clearly visible to him. Itâs such a vulnerable position that youâre both in. Her more than him.
He has to ask her, "Sweetheart, if you donât feel comfortable we can always stop, alright? You just have to ask"
Her whiney voice reaches his ears, "Iâm okay, baby. Just- Just fuck me"
So, he does. His hips thrust forward as he fucks her mercilessly, letting her have the pleasure. She moans, he moans, she cries out, he groans. Itâs unbelievably perfect. His hands roam over her smooth back, her ass and even down to her pussy. Both bodies working in a graceful sync.
Suddenly, itâs like the earth comes to a stop. His hands grip his hair while the other one grips hers. His stomach hardens, balls tightening and the moment _____ clenches around his cock, he cums inside of her. Filling her up with hot, white liquid. She follows him soon enough.
"I fucking love this body of yours"
She straightens up and lets her wet body fall heavy on his chest seeking warmth and his arms around her. Heâs more than happy to do so. His muscular arms bring her closer to his chest as he relaxes.
Before the next words leave his mouth, he has to make sure ____ is sound asleep.
"I canât wait to ask you to marry me, sweetheart. I canât wait to see you in that white dress walking towards me like the angel you are"
He hopes she says yes, he hopes the ring brings the biggest smile on her face.
He hopes.
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smoke and mirrors - chris sturniolo
chapter five
1 2 3 4
summary: your best friend Matt backs out of plans you had made together, so you replace him with his brother. the only problem is the two of you canât stand each other.
{enemies to lovers, fake dating}
includes : explicit language, fluff, smut(penetration, oral, fingering, etc.), angst if you squint, lots of bickering, slow burn
wc: 3.2k
You decided to stay away from the triplets until the wedding, especially after the weird, sexual thoughts you had about Chris the last time you guys were together. You figured it was best to keep your distance and let your mind sort itself out before you saw him again, or any of them for that matter, fearing you might slip up and say something stupid and have them catch on to the terrifying things going on in your mind. Luckily, the thoughts had mostly subsided, except when you were alone late at night, your vibrator calling to you from your bedside table. You couldnât help the fact that the original fantasy you had imagined after your date, Chris taking you on the bathroom floor, would infiltrate your mind just as you were about to hit your peak, being the one and only thing you had orgasmed to the thought of in the last week.
But now, you find yourself showing up to the tripletsâ house in a pair of sweats and a crop top, your dress, makeup and hair products thrown in a bag as you had decided to get ready there, wanting their input and mostly just their company. âIâm here!â You call as you let yourself into their house, not hearing anyone respond to you so you just head up the stairs towards the living room, still not seeing anyone there.
You huff and place your things down on the table, heading towards Mattâs room, where you hear a bit of commotion going on. You push the door open and see him on his PC, headphones securely on his head as he played fortnite, seemingly with his brothers since nobody had answered you. You walk up to him and place both of your hands on his shoulders and he jumps, whipping his head around to look at you.
âHoly shit!â He yells, putting a hand over his heart. âYou scared the fuck out of me!â
You giggle and wave down at him. âJust trying to see where everyone is,â you tell him. He pulls his headset off and leans in to give you a side hug from where he sat.
âEveryoneâs in their room,â he tells you, pulling away. âChris said you can get ready in his room because he already showered and Nick still has to after we get off.â
You nod and ruffle Mattâs hair, telling him âthanksâ and âgood luckâ before you leave his room and grab your things, heading downstairs to Chrisâs room where the door is already open. This time he sees you come in and just shoots you a glance before turning back to his game, and youâre grateful he pays you no mind, walking past him and into his bathroom.
He leaves you completely unbothered for the next hour and a half, even once theyâre done playing games and Matt and Nick have come to check on you a couple times, Chris stays perched in his gaming chair, scrolling on his phone. Youâre fine with this, only really wanting the company of his brothers anyway, but when youâre almost ready and all you have to do is get your dress on, you walk out to him and stand directly in front of his chair.
He drags his eyes up your body until he meets your face, his shocked expression taking over for a moment before he gets it under control, dropping his phone to his lap to see what you have to say. âCan you get dressed?â You ask him. âI want to leave in like ten to fifteen minutes.â
Chris sighs and pushes himself up off of his chair, walking over to his closet so he could grab his suit that hung up in there. He comes back and throws it on his bed then grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls it over his head.
Your eyes widen, not expecting him to start to change in front of you, and to avoid what youâve coined as your âintrusive Chris thoughtsâ, you turn and head back into the bathroom, shutting the door to create a barrier between the two of you, especially since you figured now was a good time to change into your dress as well.
Once youâre changed you open the door again and see Chris just about done, buttoning up his pants. He looks up at you and pauses, taking in your full frame, dress on, hair and makeup done, legs probably shaved. You clear your throat to ease the tension, stepping out of the bathroom and towards him, turning around once you reach him and he understands that youâre in need of help once more. He reaches forward and grabs the zipper that rested low on your back, pulling it all the way up to the top. He then tucks his fingers in the straps and drags them forward, straightening out any twists in them.
You turn around and face him once more, muttering a small âthanksâ, to which he nods slightly. Your hair was up in a neat bun, a few curls particularly placed andfalling out of it and also framing your face, your makeup a subtle, neutral look as to not be too attention seeking, and although both were simple in itself, the combination of that plus the dress that adorned your body had been no doubt the sexiest youâd looked in a long time, and even Chris couldnât deny that. He refused to speak, afraid of what would slip past his lips if he parted them.
âNeed help with your tie again?â You ask him and he just nods again, reaching towards the bed to grab it and hold it up towards you.
You grab the tie and reach around his neck, starting to tie it for him. You both remained silent throughout this interaction, feeling awkward at the tension that filled the room, yet you tried to ignore it and focus on the task at hand, fingers fumbling with the fabric but ultimately getting it done, running your hand over his chest when youâre done. âGood,â you tell him, taking a step back.
You guys look at each other for a couple more moments, and youâre about to speak, sucking in a deep breath, when you hear the door fly open and Nick walks through it.
âWoah!â He yells, looking at the two of you that now face him. âYou guys look incredible!â
Matt saunters in behind him, jaw dropping at the sight of you both. âHoly shit, if I didnât know any better Iâd think you guys were actually a couple.â He laughs, walking closer to you.
You smile shyly and drop your shoulders, hoping the earth opens up and swallows you whole, hating the attention that was directed at you. âHey,â Matt says, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. âStand up straight, you look beautiful.â
You listen, straightening up to appear more confident. âThanks,â you respond. âI feel really pretty.â
Matt beams back at you. âYou should. Take lots of pictures today, I wanna see what you guys get up to.â
âAlright, lovebirds, letâs chill out yeah?â Chris moans. âWe leaving or what?â
You roll your eyes at his comment, not understanding why he always had an issue with yours and Mattâs relationship, always feeling the need to say something out of pocket like that. It wasnât just recently, itâs been always, and despite the two of you being close, it was always platonic. The cuddling, the pet names, you knew for a fact you guys didnât have feelings for each other, but Chris seemed to think otherwise.
âYeah, we can leave,â you reply, heading to his door and walking up the stairs. You had left your shoes off, not wanting to put them on until you get to the actual wedding since you had a longer drive ahead of you, so you pick those up off of the floor and grab your purse off of the table, sliding it over your shoulder. Chris follows you up the stairs and into the living room where he puts his shoes on, both of you finally fully ready to leave.
Matt and Nick walk you guys to the door and you and Chris exit the home, heading towards your car. âCan I play music again?â Chris asks once you guys are settled and you nod. âOf course, just donât mess with my directions, I have no idea where Iâm going.â
Chris chuckles a bit at you and grabs your phone, starting to queue music for the ride. Youâre about ten minutes into the ride, listening to the music Chris had decided to play, when you reach forward and lower the volume, clearing your throat. âOkay, so. You remember the story of how we started dating?â
He sighs over-dramatically, turning his head towards you. âWe met in high school, weâve been friends for the last seven years, we decided six months ago that we were just so in love and couldnât hide it anymore, I took you on a date and the rest is history. Easy enough.â
You smile and nod. âYep! Everything else I feel like we can just make up on the spot. Oh, and donât forget to call me babe instead of my name, gotta make sure weâre convincing.â
Chris grimaces. âBabeâŠâ he says under his breath. âKinda cringe, no?â
âWhat, would you rather call me baby? Sweetie? Honey? Cutie pie?â You retort with a scoff. âI think babe is the most mundane of them all.â
âI guess,â he responds. âHow long are we staying?â
âI have no idea, Chris, as long as I feel like it. Just have a few drinks and chill the fuck out, itâll go by fast.â You tell him.
It wasnât like you wanted to spend your whole night with someone who would rather be anywhere but near you, but it needed to be done for the sake of your sanity. You couldnât go another moment listening to people ask you why you didnât have a boyfriend. Your family has always been the invasive type, asking personal and borderline intimate questions that didnât involve them at all, so dealing with Chris for one night was worth the peace and quiet you know youâd get from them, apart from all of the questions about your relationship.
After the nearly forty-five minute car ride, you park your car in the lot outside the church, sighing in relief. âI gotta put my heels on then Iâm ready to go in,â you tell him, and he nods, not looking up from his phone.
As youâre putting your shoes on, still sitting in the car, Chris speaks up. âHow lovey are we going? Like.. from honeymoon phase to established couple, how much should I be touching you?â
You finish buckling the straps on your heels, then sit up and push some hair out of your face, looking over at Chris. âWe might have to go full honeymoon phase, unfortunately. If they think for even a second that this isnât real, Iâll never hear the end of it.â
Chris groans, letting himself out of the car and around to your door, opening it for you and holding a hand out for you to grab. âAlright, letâs do this then.â
You grab his hand and let yourself out of the car, locking it and dropping your keys into your purse. âWow, youâre such a gentleman when you want to be, huh?â
âIâm actually a very good boyfriend, contrary to whatever you think about me.â Chris leans in as you walk side by side, lips inches away from your ear. âIâm also a very attentive lover,â he whispers.
You whip your head around and slap his chest with the hand that isnât entwined in his. âGross! Not something I need to know. Why have you gone so sexual on me lately?â
âWhat are you talking about?â Chris questions, opening the door to the church for you, letting you walk in before him.
You walk in and turn to watch him come in behind you, lowering your voice. âTelling me youâre an attentive lover, talking about fucking me on the bathroom floor, telling me how hot I am, bending me over your bed.â
Chris rolls his eyes, leading you towards the sanctuary where the ceremony was being held. âIâm not saying I want to fuck you, Iâm saying you want to fuck me. And sorry for trying to make you feel better when youâre crying over your body that you definitely shouldnât be crying about.â
You guys take your seat near the back, settling in nice and close to each other. âI donât want to fuck you,â you tell him quietly. âSorry if I got your hopes up.â
âOh my god, shut up,â he responds, reaching down to place his hand on your thigh, squeezing gently.
You look down at where his hand is placed, the unfamiliar feeling sending shivers down your spine. âSee?â Chris whispers, leaning in close to you. âYou want me so bad.â
You whip your head up, your faces only inches apart. âDonât want you at all,â you grumble. âGod, I canât wait to start drinking, youâre way too much to handle.â
âOr am I just clouding your thoughts and you need to drown it out with alcohol?â Chris retorts, smirk evident in his voice.
You reach for his waist and pinch him, hard, glaring at him. âWhat the fuck has gotten into you? Seriously?â Your tone is aggressive but youâre speaking lowly in a whisper. âWhy do you think I want you so bad? Why do you want me to want you so bad? Is there something you need to tell me?â
Chris rolls his eyes, pushing your hand away from him and rubbing the spot where you pinched him. âDonât need to tell you anything, I just like getting you riled up. Angry you is kinda hot.â
Your eyes widen like saucers, unable to believe that heâs still going, despite you practically yelling at him. âChris, shut the fuck up before I smack the shit out of you.â
Chris leans back into you, lips grazing over your ear as he starts to speak. You know you should pull away and create distance between the two of you, but something inside of you is keeping you put, staying completely still. âCan you pull my hair too?â
You take a deep breath, the so called intrusive Chris thoughts starting to trickle back into your mind, infiltrating your sanity. It was only the start of the day for fuckâs sake and he had already gotten under your skin, how were you supposed to deal with him the entire rest of the night?
You turn your head away from him, now facing the altar with a stoic expression. âEnough,â you tell him, voice laced with finality.
Chris turns his body as well, staring straight ahead, though his hand still rested on your thigh, too high up for comfort, and youâre grateful that youâre at a wedding and wearing a long dress and not at a family barbecue in shorts, knowing you wouldnât be able to handle the feeling of skin on skin right now.
The ceremony starts, and as beautiful as it is, it barely serves as a distraction to the terror in your head. You had never thought about Chris like this, and sure he was attractive but that doesnât mean he made you nervous or made you overthink every interaction. You hadnât even thought about Matt like this and you guys were super close, always touching, cuddling and calling each other cute names, so why was Chris making you feel this way?
You chalk it up to just being desperate for manâs touch after so long, telling yourself there was no way you were actually craving Chrisâs touch in particular, you were just needy and insanely horny.
After the ceremony is over, you stay seated for a few minutes, letting people filter out of the sanctuary before you decide to leave. Youâre hoping you can make it to the reception before you have to start introducing Chris to people, but that wish is crushed when your mom and sister walk over to you guys, beaming from ear to ear.
âHi!â Your mom gushed, leaning down to hug you tightly, rubbing your back as she did so. âOh my god, you look so beautiful!â
You smile at her and accept the compliment, standing up from your seat to hug your sister as well. Chris stands up next to you but stays silent.
Your mom locks eyes with you and wiggles her eyebrows. âAnd who is this?â She asks, giddy.
âThis is Chris,â you introduce both parties to each other, and Chris reaches forward, shaking hands with both your mom and sister.
âNice to meet you guys,â he says. âI hear a lot about you.â Lie.
Your mom puts a hand over her chest, pouting slightly. âOh how precious. You guys look so cute together.â
âThanks,â he laughs. âAll credit goes to her. She picked out my tie and I think sheâs definitely pulling her weight in making us look like a good couple. I mean, she looks stunning.â
You turn your head to Chris and he turns and smiles at you, sending a discreet wink your way. Heâs turned it on, and it almost scares you how good he is at this. Heâs already got your mom wrapped around his finger.
âI would have to agree,â your mom boasts, still smiling as hard as she can. âHey listen, we gotta get going but weâll see you over there, yeah?â You nod and hug them both one more time before they leave and you and Chris both feel a weight lifted off your shoulders.
âYouâre way too good at that,â you tell Chris, shaking your head.
Chris laughs and gestures for you to exit the row youâre sitting in, ready to get out of her and back in the car. âTold you Iâm a good boyfriend.â
You scoff. âYeah, if only you were a good friend, too.â
Chris furrows his eyebrows as he follows behind you, processing the words you just said to him. âOuch,â is all he replies.
You guys leave the church and get back in your car, both of you letting out a sigh of relief from being out of the church, even though the only person you had to see so far was your mom.
âHow much you gonna drink today?â You ask Chris, mostly as a joke.
Thankfully, Chris laughs. âA lot.â
You giggle, grabbing your phone to find directions to wherever the reception was. âMe too,â you respond.
âThereâs a fine line, though. Gotta make sure I drink enough to survive being your boyfriend, but not drink so much that I actually want to be your boyfriend.â Chris jokes, at least you hope heâs joking.
âDrunk words are sober thoughts, Christopher. Better not try to kiss me or something.â
Chris groans. âYeah, right. Iâll probably kiss your mom before I kiss you. Sheâs hot.â
You squeal, smacking his chest. âEw! Donât talk about my mom like that.â
âDude, have you seen her? Sheâs a fucking rocket.â Chris whistles to drive the point home, laughing at your disgusted expression.
âYouâre finding your own way home tonight.â
Chris just smirks. âI know exactly who Iâm going home with tonight.â
âEnough!â
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a/n: feel like iâm edging you guys a little TOOOO much. maybe weâll switch it up soon. also im sorry I told yall this chapter was gonna be boring đ
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Mike Schmidt x male reader
Summary: Many weeks have passed since your relationship with Mike began. Every chance you got, every break from studying, you spent with the Schmidt siblings, especially on weekends. Today, in particular, the three of you spent the whole day together, which ended with Abby falling asleep in the middle of a board game she insisted on playing despite the late hour. In the process of cleaning everything up, you and Mike start asking each other some questions to get to know each other better. The situation escalated from there.
Warnings: Age-gap (5 years) between you and Mike. Male reader. He/him pronouns used towards the reader. Fluff. Mike can speak Spanish, translation to everything at the end (yâall, every time I watch that video on YouTube of Josh answering the webâs most searched question about him and he starts speaking in Spanish... đ„”) Smut at the end. Top Mike. Bottom reader. Table sex. Reader being called âgood boyâ. Handjob (M receiving). Rimming (R receiving). Anal sex.
Words count: 4500
Part 1-Part 3-Part 4-Part 5-Part 6-Part 7-Part 8-Part 9
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The weekend had arrived, bringing with it a much-needed break from college lectures and a chance to spend time with Mike Schmidt and his younger sister, Abby. The three of you had spent the day immersed in simple pleasures: watching Abby's favorite movies, preparing meals together, and even an impromptu dance party in the living room, which left Abby giggling uncontrollably.
As night fell, Abby suggested playing a board game. It was a game designed for children, colorful and straightforward, but its appeal lay more in Abby's enthusiasm than in the gameplay itself.
Mike sat back on the couch, his eyes softening as he watched you and Abby playfully argue over the rules of the board game she insisted on playing. His feelings for you had grown quickly over the past few weeks, and he often found himself marveling at how easily you fit into his life. It was a feeling that both comforted and surprised him-this natural blending of your world with his.
Mike's gaze lingered on you, noticing how you engaged with Abb, your smile genuine and warm, It was moments like these that made him realize just how much you meant to him. The thought of spending nights like this more often, with you by his side, filled him with a profound sense of happiness.
Abby seemed to relish the sight of you and Mike together, often teasing you both with exaggerated gestures of affection.
Whenever you leaned in to kiss Mike or wrap an arm around him, Abby would dramatically roil her eyes, feigning disgust in a way that only a precocious child could. "Ew, you guys are so gross" she'd declare, her face scrunched up, though the playful twinkle in her eye gave her away.
Mike enjoyed playing along with Abby's antics.
He would sometimes pause mid-kiss, turning to her with mock seriousness, "You're just jealous because he canât resist my charm."
Abby would respond with an exaggerated gag, making you both laugh. "Ugh, please, spare me!" she'd cry, pretending to shield her eyes.
Abby's competitive spirit shone through as she took an early lead, her laughter infectious as she watched the two of you struggle to catch up.
Despite the game's child-like simplicity, you and Mike indulged her, enjoying the shared moments of joy and the occasional eye roll when she pulled off a particularly clever move.
Eventually, the day's excitement took its toll on Abby, and she gradually succumbed to sleep, leaning against Mike's side. Her soft snores were a testament to the fun filled day, and you couldn't help but smile at the scene.
He gently shifted her into his arms, carefully carrying her to her bedroom. The sight of Mike's gentle care warmed your heart, showcasing a side of him that made you admire him even more.
Once Abby was safely tucked into bed, Mike returned to the living room, with a soft sigh, he bent down and kissed you, his lips brushing against yours with affectionate warmth.
"She's out like a light," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
With the game almost cleared away, you caught the hint of reluctance in his demeanor, as if he was fighting the urge to suggest calling it a night. He wanted to savor this rare moment of togetherness, not wanting to seem like the boring type who couldn't keep up.
"Hey," you started, your voice light as you gathered some puzzle pieces into a box, "how about we play a little game while we clean up?"
Mike looked at you, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. "A game? Haven't we had enough of those for one night?" he asked, his tone teasing but with an undercurrent of fatigue.
He had been running on the relentless schedule of work and caring for Abby, and the idea of simply wrapping you in his arms and falling asleep was incredibly appealing.
You chuckled, shaking your head as you continued tidying up. "Not that kind of game. I was thinking more of a question gameâjust you and me. We ask each other questions to get to know each other better. Nothing too serious, just...fun."
Mike hesitated, his instinctive walls coming up. You could see the reluctance in his eyes. He wasn't one to open up easily, even to someone he was dating. The thought of revealing too much too soon probably made him uneasy. But he also didn't want to seem boring or unwilling to engage with you, especially after the perfect day you had spent together. He sighed softly, then gave a small nod, agreeing to your proposal.
"Alright," he said, his voice quiet but warm, "but you go first."
You grinned, pleased that he was willing to play along. You folded up a blanket that had been tossed over the couch.
He sat on the couch and leaned back, stretching his arms with a yawn before picking up some toys scattered there that Abby has hidden in the morning.
âIf you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?"
Mike paused, thinking it over as he picked up the scattered game pieces from the floor. He was silent for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought. "I don't know," he finally admitted, "I've never really thought about it. I guess.. maybe somewhere quiet. A place where Abby could be happy, where she could run around safely and just be a kid without any worries. Maybe a small town by the coast. She loves the water
You smiled at his answer, not surprised that even his hypothetical dreams were centered around Abby's happiness. "That sounds nice," you said softly, picturing the scene in your mind.
"My turn," Mike said, turning to you as he finished stacking the board games. "What about you? What's something you've always wanted to do but never had the chance to"
The question caught you off guard. You hadn't expected Mike to be so direct, but it was a good kind of surprise. You thought about it for a moment before answering. "I've always wanted to go on a road trip across the country," you admitted. "Just pack up and drive, see where the road takes me. No plans, no schedules, just freedom"
Mike nodded, seeming to understand the appeal. "Your turn, champ," he said, getting comfortable on the couch while he handed you this bag where all of Abbyâs toys were.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to stay alert with a tired smile.
Mikeâs head was resting on one of his hands, his eyes half-closed in a relaxed state as he waited for your question.
To break the tension, or perhaps to prolong it, you quickly thought of another question to ask.
"Say something to me in Spanish."
Mike blinked, clearly surprised by the request. You had heard him mumbling to himself in Spanish once before, early one morning when he thought he was alone in the kitchen. You hadn't understood what he had said, but the sound of the language rolling off his tongue had been intoxicating. You had been craving to hear him speak in Spanish again ever since.
Mike raised an eyebrow at your request, his fatigue momentarily forgotten. A small, knowing smile playing on his lips.
Your cheeks were already flushing with anticipation.
He studied you for a moment, clearly amused by your request. Without further hesitation, he leaned a little closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he spoke in fluid, flawless Spanish.
"Eres un chico hermoso y perfecto," he said, the words flowing effortlessly from his lips
The way he said it, with such ease and confidence, sent a shiver down your spine. There was something undeniably hot about hearing him speak in a language you didn't fully understand, the foreign syllables carrying an air of mystery and allure.
"What... what did you just say?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Mike rubbed his eyes, clearly tired but still amused by your curiosity.
âItâs a secret,â he murmured, his voice low and teasing. âBut maybe, if youâre lucky, Iâll whisper it to you again...sometime.â
Grinning, you gave a nod and smoothly took the bag from his hands. With a swift motion, you began collecting the scattered toys and papers, turning the cleanup into a playful dance.
You could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he pondered a question to satisfy his curiosity. A slow smile crept across his face, transforming into a sly grin. Leaning in closer, he whispered, âBefore we got together, whatâs one dirty thought you had about me?â
A rush of heat surged to your cheeks, and you instinctively placed your head on the table, shoulders shaking with a mix of laughter and embarrassment while you held tightly the bag. "Why did I invent these rules?" you groaned, half in regret and half in amusement.
Mike chuckled, clearly enjoying your flustered state. His eyes went to esaminate the rest of the room, satisfied in seeing that there was almost nothing left. "Come on, you can't back out now. Rules are rules."
Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head, your cheeks still burning. "Fine," you said, your voice tinged with shyness. "There was this one time... you were fixing something around the house in a tank top. I donât really remember what you were fixing, I wasnât paying attention to that, you know? I was just watching you, and I couldnât stop thinking aboutâ hmph..." You paused, your voice trailing off as you hesitated.
Mike leaned in, clearly eager to hear more. "Thinking what?" he prompted, his tone encouraging.
You laughed nervously, finally relenting. "i kept making scenarios in my head of you pulling me close and kissing me. And more..."
The tension between you was almost palpable, a charged current that seemed to pulse through the room.
âFor the record, I knew you were staring." He whispered softly at you before turning his back at you to pick up some shredded paper from the ground
You smiled softly at him, happy to know that the attraction you felt for him was mutual.
This game you started will end soon.
After moving around to pick up toys and scattered pieces of paper, you started to feel the heat creeping up your neck. You had been so focused on the game and the conversation that you hadn't noticed how warm it had gotten. Tentatively, and feeling a little self-conscious, you decided to take off your shirt to cool down.
You hesitated for a moment before you slowly pulled off your shirt, revealing your bare chest. You felt a little shy, your skin tingling with a mix of nerves and excitement as the cool air hit your exposed skin.
When you finally looked up, you saw Mike staring at you in awe, his gaze fixed on your chest. There was something almost reverent in the way he looked at you, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. The intensity of his gaze made your heart race, and you suddenly felt very self-aware.
He caught your eye and winked, a gesture that sent your heart racing. In a fit of playful defiance, you grabbed your shirt and threw it at him, your cheeks burning under his gaze.
Mike raised an arm to shield himself from the attack, laughing quietly as the shirt hit him squarely in the chest. His grin widened, clearly amused by your reaction. "Hey, no fair! Can't blame a guy for appreciating the view.â He protested, but the grin on his face told you he was anything but annoyed.
You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, feeling both shy and bold at the same time.
Finally, after what felt like hours but was likely only a few minutes, the room was clean, and there was nothing left to distract you from the simmering tension between you. You turned to Mike, a sudden idea popping into your mind-a bold request that you weren't sure you had the courage to voice, but the thought of his hands on you was too tempting to resist.
"Hey," you began, your voice a little hesitant, "how about a reward for all that cleaning?"
Mike looked at you, intrigued. "What kind of reward are we talking about?" he asked as he leaned in slightly.
You swallowed, your heart pounding in your chest as you worked up the nerve to ask. "A massage," you finally said, your voice almost a whisper. "On my back. I could use one after all that moving around."
He nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Sure," he agreed, his voice low and velvety. He rubbed his hands together, warming them up as he asked, "Where would it be more comfortable for you?"
Without overthinking it, you moved closer to him and, in a swift motion, settled yourself onto his lap, your back facing him. He let out a surprised huff, followed by a low grunt as he adjusted to your weight.
"Easy there," he murmured, clearly taken off guard by your boldness. He leaned back slightly, his hands resting on your hips. "You're getting a little too good at this teasing thing."
"Everything okay, old man?" you teased, laughter bubbling up inside you.
"You're lucky I like you," he shot back, grinning as his hands settled on your back.
Settling into Mike's lap, you felt a flutter of excitement mixed with a warmth that spread from your cheeks down to your toes.
You could sense Mike adjusting slightly, finding the right balance to support you as his hands settled onto your shoulders. The touch was gentle at first, exploratory, as if he was reacquainting himself with every curve and line of your back. His fingers pressed into the muscles at the base of your neck, drawing out a sigh from you that was part relief, part pleasure.
"You've got a lot of tension here," Mike murmured, his voice low and intimate, the kind of tone that sent a shiver down your spine.
"I blame you for that," you teased, your own voice barely above a whisper.
His hands moved with practiced ease, kneading the knots and tightness with a care that was both soothing and intoxicating. Each stroke of his fingers felt deliberate, a careful balance between pressure and gentleness that sent warmth spreading through your body. You couldn't help but lean back slightly, closer against him, feeling the heat of his body seep into yours.
"Comfortable?" Mike asked, his breath warm against your ear.
"Very," you replied, the word coming out more like a contented sigh. You tilted your head to the side, giving him better access, the gesture both an invitation and an acknowledgment of trust.
His hands traveled lower, fingers tracing the contours of your spine with a touch that was both firm and featherlight. You could feel the calluses on his fingertips.
Mike's fingers splayed across your lower back, his thumbs working in tandem to soothe the tension from the long day. You could feel the strength in his hands, the surety of his touch, and it made you acutely aware of every point of contact between your bodies.
"You're really good at this," you murmured, the words slipping out between soft sighs of pleasure.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you. "I used to give Abby back rubs when she couldn't sleep.â he replied, his voice a deep rumble that resonated in your chest.
You couldn't help but shift slightly, pressing back against him, the motion eliciting a low hum of approval from him that sent your heart racing.
"You're making this very difficult for me to concentrate."
You smiled, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "Who said I wanted you to concentrate?"
He laughed softly, a sound that wrapped around you like a favorite blanket, comforting and familiar.
You could feel your heart beating a little faster, your breath coming a little shorter, as if every cell in your body was attuned to the anticipation building between you.
Mike shifted beneath you, adjusting his position slightly, and the movement brought you even closer together, your bodies aligning in a way that was both natural and exhilarating.
You felt a surge of courage that prompted you to turn slightly, shifting so that you could see his face more clearly.
Mike met your gaze, his eyes dark and filled with an emotion that mirrored your own. There was a moment of silence before he leaned forward, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was filled with an urgency that left no room for hesitation.
His tongue traced the seam of your lips, coaxing them apart, and when you opened up to him, the kiss deepened into something raw and primal.
But it was the way he moaned against your mouth that sent a thrill of electricity coursing through your veins, the sound low and rough, vibrating through your very core. The moan was muffled, almost swallowed by the intensity of the kiss, but it resonated in the pit of your stomach, sending waves of pleasure radiating outward.
And then he rotated your head slightly, his hand gripping your chin as he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving over yours with a fervor that bordered on desperation.
You could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles coiled with the effort to maintain control, and it was intoxicating, the knowledge that he was holding back for you.
His hands slid down to your waist, and he pulled you even closer, your chest flush against his as he guided your movements with ease. You could feel the hardness of him pressing against you.
He broke the kiss only to whisper against your lips, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers cascading down your spine. "My good boy," he breathed, his words a caress that resonated deep within you, leaving you yearning for more.
Mike's own breath was unsteady, mingling with yours in a symphony of shared pleasure.
As he pulled back slightly, his lips still brushing against your skin, he whispered with a husky tenderness that made your heart flutter, "Such a good boy for me.â
His mouth found its way to your neck, pressing kisses.
"Mike...â. you whispered, your voice a breathy plea, filled with a need that you couldn't quite put into words. "Speak to me... in Spanish... please."
The request hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you wondered if he would oblige. But then, his lips were at your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he began to speak, the words flowing from his mouth in a rich, rolling cadence that made your heart skip a beat.
"Eres mi chico bueno," he whispered, his voice rough and filled with a intensity that made your knees weak. "Mi precioso, el mĂĄs hermoso que he visto. Eres mĂo."
You didn't need to understand every word to know what he was saying, the intent was clear in the way his voice caressed each syllable, his tone heavy with adoration.
His hand slid up your back, his fingers curling around the nape of your neck as he bent down to press a kiss to your shoulder, the gesture so tender, so filled with reverence that it made your chest tighten with emotion. You could feel the way his body trembled against yours, the effort to maintain control evident in every movement, every breath.
But it was the way he continued to speak, his voice low and breathy, that sent shivers down your spine, the words a mixture of praise and profanity that made your heart race and your skin flush with heat.
"Me vuelves loco," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "No puedo... resistirme a ti. Eres tan perfecto, tan malditamente perfecto."
"Mi chico perfecto," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion as he leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. The kiss was tender, filled with a depth of feeling that made your chest tighten with emotion, and you found yourself leaning into him, your body seeking the warmth and comfort of his embrace.
His hands moved to your waist, gripping you tightly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with a possessive hunger that made your knees weak.
The taste of him was intoxicating, and you found yourself drowning in the sensation, your body pressing against his in a desperate attempt to get closer, to feel more of him.
"Eres mĂo," he murmured, his words a promise, a vow that resonated deep within you. "Solo mĂo."
The declaration sent a thrill of pleasure through you, and you couldn't help the soft moan that escaped your lips, the sound quickly muffled by his kiss. His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer, as if trying to merge your bodies into one, to erase the space that dared to separate you.
And as his lips moved from your mouth to your neck, pressing kisses and bites along the sensitive skin there, you felt the world around you fade away, leaving only the two of you, locked in a moment of pure, unbridled passion.
Mike shifted, rising from the chair with you in his arms and he carried you to the table with a grace that left you breathless.
The cool surface met your skin as he bent you over the table, a contrast that heightened the warmth of his body pressing against you. His hands roamed with a newfound urgency.
His lips followed the path his hands had charted, pressing kisses that were both gentle and insistent.
You couldn't help the soft moan that escaped your lips, a sound of pure pleasure that echoed in the quiet room. Mike responded with a deep, resonant grunt, a primal sound that spoke of his own rising desire.
"Shh," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours in a playful reprimand. But his own breath was ragged.
Mike's hands found yours, interlocking your fingers as he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back in a gesture that spoke of unity and devotion. His breath was warm against your ear, his whispered words a balm that soothed and ignited in equal measure.
His hand finds the front of your sweats, breaking your train of thought, and he smiles when you gasp softly.
"You're hard."
"Have been for a while," is all you say, face hot.
He just nods before kissing you again, hand rubbing against your bulge with his other one still on your rear.
His hands make haste with the strings of your sweatpants, loosening it just enough to reach in and grab your hard cock, releasing it from the confines of the fabric with a satisfied look. He rubs you softly, thumb placing just beneath the head, soaking in your noises.
He wraps his hand around you firmly now, stroking you slowly as he kisses you deep. Itâs rather unfortunate that he must silence your pretty sounds but the vibration of your moans against his mouth makes up for the loss.
Mike was always this way - the pleasurer, rather than the pleased. Trust that he was always happily pleased with his time with you, with your reactions and moans, asking for more, but in general, he just wasn't the type to seek out his own gratification before giving you yours. Part of it riled you up inside, part of it made your heart yearn for him all the more.
He strokes you and you curl into him. Itâs as though his fingers are laced with poison. And yet, his lips somehow carry the antidote.
Mike positioned himself in between your thighs, cock of his own throbbing through his jeans. The sight alone has you begging whatever gods may be for some kind of release, not that youâd ever repent for your sinful thoughts when it came to this man. Even if it meant going to something resembling Heaven. Youâve already experienced such a reality and he was right in front of you, rubbing his hardening self against you with no remorse or embarrassment.
Your hands reach down to finally feel him, the way he twitches against your touch, the way he groans just above you.
His hips buck up just slightly, seeking friction, and you chuckle before giving it to him. You buckle his belt and take him out of his jeans and boxers and revel at the sight.
He reaches down to help you. His mouth found yours again as his hands wrap around the both of you, rutting his leaking cock against yours, fucking into his palm.
You follow suit, hips rolling forward as you chase your high. He smirks against your lips before pulling away to look at you, "Eres tan jodidamente hermoso asĂ."
You whine at the praise, face heating up even more - you didn't know that was even possible.
"I, I want-" You struggle to find the words, too lost in the pleasure of his dick against yours.
Mike kisses you again, understanding you regardless, and chuckles as he lets go of the both of you to help you shimmy off your pants completely.
His fingers find again the curves of your ass and he grins widely, groaning at the sight. The flat surface of his tongue laps up your hole, sopping up the area to make it easier for his thumb. He pushes the digit into your enclosure, slow yet eager.
"Mike," you sigh, eyes shut as you focus desperately on his touch.
Your hands clenched into fists on the cold table.
His tongue finally - thankfully - pushes past the precipice, your hips rising at the feeling. Already, your dick twitches in ecstasy, wanting more, wanting release. You can feel the way his facial hair curls upwards against you.
He spits once at your hole as he pulls away, his chin slick from his preparations. Two fingers pass easily through and leave you to crumble beneath him, scissoring them apart to make room for one more, rolling your head against the table, thrashing about as if you were being tortured.
He positions himself at your entrance. "Ready?"
You nod with furrowed brows and god, when he pushes the tip slowly past your rim, you swear you could die.
He pushes in steadily, slow but never faltering. He stretches you so well. You groan, a mix of pain and satisfaction flooding your senses. He holds your cheek, rubbing his thumb over the curves to soothe you as he seeks pleasure of his own deep within you.
You feel his dick twitch against your walls. He rolls his hips, aiming for that spot that drives you to madness. The angle allows this easily, your mind going blank as you become solely aware of the feeling of him entering and exiting your hole. He finds his rhythm, keeping his hands on you as he guides himself in and out, loving the way your ass looks as it ripples with every thrust. He moves his hand from your stomach down to your dick, holding it against the skin of his palm, fingers wrapping around you.
He strokes you at a pace mimicking his own movements, and your brain begins to steam, overcome with heat and desire.
"Shit," you grit, finally opening your eyes.
Your hips buck upward and his thumb shifts against your head as a result, sending you over the edge, spilling over his hand and onto your stomach.
Mike groans at the sight of you coming undone beneath him, pace quickening as he longs to join you in your ecstasy before thrusting a final time, moaning low as he spills.
Warmth spreads over you as he keeps himself slotted within. His hand rests on your stomach.
"You good?" He asks with a soft and reassuring cadence, leaning over to kiss your collarbone as his hands rub up and down your sides.
You nod, satisfied. He chuckles softly at your expression, taking it in affectionately.
As you turned to face him, you saw the exhaustion etched on his face, and your heart softened. He looked like he was on the verge of falling asleep, his eyelids heavy as he tried to keep his gaze focused on you.
"Mike," you whispered, reaching up to gently caress his face, your fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw. "You look like you're about to pass out."
He leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he let out a deep, tired sigh. "I'm so tired," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
You smiled softly, your heart swelling with affection for the man before you. "Letâs get cleaned up real quickly," you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
Mike's eyes opened slightly, a grateful smile tugging at his lips. "You're too good to me," he said, his voice filled with a warmth that made your heart flutter.
You shook your head, your smile widening as you helped him to his feet. "No, Mike. We're good for each other."
Later on, as you curled up together in bed, Mike's arms wrapped securely around you, his breath warm against your neck, you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it together, with love and trust as foundation.
As Mike drifted off to sleep, his body relaxed against yours, you couldn't help but smile to yourself, feeling utterly content.
Note: I want to extend my heartfelt gratitude to everyone who read the first part of this. Your support and kind words mean the world to me and have truly inspired me to continue writing.
I hope you enjoy this second part just as much as the first. Your feedback and encouragement are incredibly motivating, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts on this continuation of the story.
Thank you once again for all the love and support!
Translation for all the words in Spanish (done with the help of my brother so blame him for any errors)
-"Eres un chico hermoso y perfecto"= "You are a beautiful and perfect boy"
-"Eres mi chico bueno" = "You're my good boy"
-"Mi precioso, el mĂĄs hermoso que he visto. Eres mĂo." = "My precious, the most beautiful I've ever seen. You're mine."
-"Me vuelves loco" = "You drive me crazy"
-"No puedo... resistirme a ti. Eres tan perfecto, tan malditamente perfecto." = "I can't... resist you. You are so perfect, so damn perfect."
-"Mi chico perfecto" = "My perfect boy"
-"Eres mĂo" = "You're mine"
-"Solo mĂo" = "Only mine"
-"Eres tan jodidamente hermoso asĂ." = âYou're so fucking handsome like that."
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A door thatâs slightly ajar (and then, I opened them all up)
Pairing: LE SSERAFIM Yunjin x Male Reader
Word Count: 8939
A/N: Hello Orenjideul! Of course, it's the down bad days for me, again and this time, I've been wanting to write something like this, like a student-like fic and here we are! I absolutely love writing this and creating up with titles like thisâI really do!!! Also, big thanks for @majorblinks for beta-reading and making some corrections to my mistakes! Thank you so much! Anyways, hope y'all enjoy this fic and see you until the next time again! <3
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It's just another normal day of the week, is it? Yes, it is, and you're tired of it. There's nothing you can do either, unless, doing a significant change that will probably make the day more interesting. Yet, what change can you make? You can't even have one, at the moment, so you'll be back on this redundant day, again.
Thank god that your class dismissed early, and that uplifted your motivation of making that âchangeâ. It was on a Saturday too, maybe it explains why your lecturer feels drowsier than usualâI mean, he already looks like that all of the time but whatever.
You kick your shoes, got your things packed on your bag on a quick two-hour discussion as you rushed your way out, going straight to the cafeteria so you could buy and eat your favorite chocolate-pecan flavored cookies thereâand honestly, you don't really spend that much money on miscellaneous things, but those cookies are maybe worth dying for.
You drool in the imagination of it, and you can't wait to taste those.
*something thuds*
You're subtly startled by that sound. There's no ghost (you don't really believe in such, too) nor your friends trying to prank the living life out of you as maybe, you just speculate those are just those reckless students doing whatever they're doing.
âThese peopleâŠâ
Maybe it's because of Saturdays. Weekends are pretty much the busiest days at your end even though it's the time where people set themselves to restâthere's so much contradiction that it outdid itself more than an oxymoron.
Such unnecessary thoughts shall go and fade away, in your mind, at least. Why are you even overthinking about this? Too descriptive? Well, maybe, it's a yes but there's something more descriptive, and that's when you opened your locker, full of those damned textbooks you aren't even bothered to read. Why does it even exist anyways?
Too busy. Too unbothered. Too focusedâ
âHello, baby.â
You shout at the sudden figure startling you, almost dropping your textbook and your folder full of your seatworks in the process. You then put them onto your locker and shut the door lock, then averted your unwanted eyes towards the girl in front of you.
âW-What do you want, Yunjin?â
Huh Yunjin. Yes, that's her name and it's classy whenever she gets called âJenniferâ, her English name. She's one of the most popular girls on the whole university thanks to her clever and smart mind, her pretty face and her personality, and her specialty, her ways of captivating the hearts of guys and gals with her charm-filled flirting and here you are, standing right beside herâ
âYou.â She pokes her finger onto your chest, talking about you and you only.
If this is just one of her games you're sick and tired of playing, you definitely have no time for this, especially since you know how much she'll want to seduce someone under her spell.
âYunjin, I have no time for this, okay? If you have somethââ
âWhy not, hm? Then tell me why you're frequently looking at me in the lecture earlier, baby.â
And yes, you're mostly in the same class with her. Even though maybe it's written in the stars that you're both destined to be in the same class with each other and to top it all off, itâs even with the most stressful subjects known to man. Even with her being an ultimate nuisanceâthe bane of your silenceâthere's still a positive side of this: her ability to make everything interesting. Yes, you stole glances with her earlierâthen wait, if she knows about this, then she's looking at you often thenâ
âThen how would know that without stealing glances to me tooââ
âAnswer my question, babyâŠâ Yunjin whispers to your ear as she extends her right arm, pinning you against the metallic locker behind you and her other arm reaching for your necktie, her eyes burning with desire and lust as she demands an answer escaping from your lips, right here, right now.
âCome on, baby. Answer meââ
âIs it maybe just a coincidence, Yunjin? Get off meââ
âNu-uh, baby. You canât escape me.â
Yunjinâs seductive voice never fails to bring you weak, onto your knees as it feels eargasmic to hear, her saccharine tone almost leaving you defenseless. Her firm grip onto your necktie leaves you vulnerable to her and thereâs also no way you can escape her, and even if you wanted to and if you were successful, sheâll try her best to catch you. What does she even want from you, anyways? Why would you experience this treatment of hers instead of the other guys on the campus? Why even you?
Well, as much as you want to keep asking yourself those kinds of questions, thereâs only one way to find out what she really wants: finding the answer yourself.
âThen, w-what the fuck do you want from me, Yunjin? Canât you j-just do your thing to the other guys at the campus? Why even m-me?â
Well, if she would help herself on resisting you, she mayâ
âNoââ Yunjin closes her face dangerously towards yours, just inches away from kissing you but you wonât let her. Her minty breath captivates you even more as her tone is the cherry on topâthe mixture of sultry of sweet best describes itâbut you wonât let yourself fall under the spell of this slutâ
âCome on, baby. Donât you want me, hm?â
Of course, sheâll lure her prey into the abyss of no-return (into the unknown depths of lust) and will get to her desired promised land. Sheâll do everything to get what she wants and it even starts right now: her hot breath brushing off on the crook of your neck as she kisses the soft skin right after, letting your defenses crumble down in shambles as sheâll do what it takes to be hers for the time-being.
âIâll make sure that youâll never forget this day andâŠâ Yunjin peppers your neck with passionate kisses as itâs not enough to leave a mark, yet enough for you to feel her immediate need for you. âIâll let you do anything to me, baby.â
Is she really talking about this? Is she for real?
These thoughts linger in your mind as the last sentence turns you on. You know how this may end with Huh Yunjinâyou getting in trouble as she gets away with an unscathed and clean record because of her mother being the president of the parentâs organization of the university and⊠you absolutely hate it. Yes, itâs unfair and you curse yourself on what could happen but how could you deny such a hot girl like Yunjin? Her pretty face, captivating eyes, her plump, kissable lips, her hot figure, spankable assâthereâs just not enough time on how perfect she can be and if you were to be asked, you canât help but be attracted to her.
Yes, it may sound hypocritical but you meant what you said, or at least, what you thought. Giving in to your desperation and desire, you utter an almost inaudible answer that raises Yunjin's attention towards you.
âO-Okay, YunjinâŠâ
âOkay what, baby, hm?â
She continues peppering your neck with kisses that drive you insane. Her body is incredibly close towards you and you can't help but moan with the emanating heat she's making you feel.Â
She needs further clarificationâshe wants to hear what you really want and possibly, saying it with your heart out, like, you really meant it.
âMore, Yunjin, pleaseâŠâ
Desperate pleas can't go unanswered as Yunjin wasted no time talking but rather in a form of latching. Latching in a way her lips suckled onto the sharp collarbone which earned a moan for you as she knew exactly what you wanted all alongâand it's like you won't give in to that damn temptation.
âLike that baby? Like how my lips just⊠pepper your smooth skin full of kisses, hm?â
âYesâahhâŠâ
A soft moan fuels the fire of desire inside her. It was never new but something felt different and new at her end, but she brushes those things off as she averted her whole focus on marking you and kissing you all over.
âI love it when you moan for me, baby. Gladly, we're only getting started.â
Her fingers trace your pristine skin and up to your lips as she shut your moans, not letting any sound escape from it.Â
âWell, let's up it an ante, shall we? I'm getting to know you a little more, baby~â
A little seduction is spicy and you fell for the trap that you'll absolutely be grateful of. Between the plethora of all of the possible things she can do to you, she wants only a single thing for now: and that's to feel how soft and good your lips taste, and especially, how they feel onto hers.
Latching her soft lips onto yours, you immediately reciprocate the kiss in probably less than a millisecond and you cherish it in every second possible as her lips are insatiable and tastes incredibly great. It was splendid and passionate, and you couldn't ask for more but the derivation towards lust makes you want more of itârather, more of her.
Fuck foreplayâthat is probably you, right now.Â
You're not a big fan of build-ups nor teasing as you're incredibly impatient and it's proven to be tested right now and probably, you despise itâit's also maybe the fact that you're down bad for her at this moment. It's like you can do something to reach for climax immediately as you're deemed powerless, being captivated and allured under her spell, the animalistic urges inside you craving for more but you couldn't, yet. She'll let you drool over her and that only, for now. She's insatiable and you can't wait to get past the rising action.Â
If you think about it, it's probably better like this before the main course as you can't help yourself from getting aroused from Yunjin's advances.
âGod, you taste really good, baby. Is it your first time getting kissed on the lips, hm?â
âN-noâŠâ
You stutter and she giggles. She finds it rather cute that a man like you gets feeble around her and she smiles on that fact. It's even better because of the fact that you can't do anything to retaliate against her actions and she knows you won't.
âLiar, hehe~ I bet no one kissed you, orâthis fucking good, hm?âÂ
Her stern tone turns you on more than you can imagine as she demands an answer yet the serenity of her voice contradicts the devilâthe venom laced between her words of lust and greed.
âY-yesâŠâ
âSay my name, baby.â
âW-what?â
You're genuinely confused why would she need you to call her nameâoh, maybe because she wants to know how much you love her, how much you love her stupidly-hot acts towards you. Her fingers then unbutton the first layer of your uniform swiftly and with you being so oblivious, you didn't notice how she's slowly undressing you.
âW-what do you mean, Yunjin?â
âThere you go, baby~ Hmmâmwah. That's for being a good boy, hihi~â
A quick peck on the neck as she hears her name once again escaping from your lips. A quick peck as a result of her wants being attended and letting you know how much she loves this moment. Youâre utterly confused but you donât careâyou want her now and no oneâs stopping you from that.
âYou know, babyââ Yunjinâs hands caresses your back as she feels the heat radiating upon the foreplay thatâs happening, and that makes her smile genuinely. ââletâs do this somewhere private, yâknow?â
A casual giggle involuntarily caused by her captivating actions escapes her lips. You know where this will be ending and you waste no time leading the way, already miles away, reading her mind.
âI'll lead you to the bathroom then, Yunjin.â
âThen do, baby~â
She then offers her hand gently as you insist on holding it slowly, leading the way to the bathroom. Once you got there, nothing held back as the unstoppable force met the immovable objectâboth of your lips crashing onto each other, exchanging sloppy kisses towards each other as she moaned from your aggressiveness.Â
âMmph, babyâahh! You really, really kiss me so good~â
âNot really, you do, Yunjin.â
Yunjin blushed from your heartfelt compliment as you did feel the heat within your cheeks, painting it rosy-pink as you find the kiss so incredibly hot and passionate that you can't help yourself but let the tiger inside you to be unleashed.Â
Unleash the beast, as a famous saying says (it clearly reflects what youâre feeling right now) and without containing the ferocity inside you, you unbridle it. Wasting no second, you connect your lips her onto her again, exchanging the sloppiest and the most lustful kisses imaginable and as time advances, there goes the dancing of your tongues, fighting for dominance.
âGodâgetting so messy with me, baby, hm?â
âCan't help that you're so fucking insatiable, Yunjin.â
She tugged onto your necktie once again as she pulled you towards her, whispering to your ear seductively as it's also enough to send tingles down your spine.
âI feel the same too, baby. You make me feel so good, it's insane~â
The adrenaline inside you is making you unstoppable right now as you can only imagine the possible fantasies of yours coming true, and you can't simply wait to do everything with Yunjin.Â
Every. Single. Thing.
She's also cognizant of what will happen next, possibly and surelyâŠ
âAhhâahh! Baby, right there~ Yes!â
You then latch onto her neck and collarbones, suckling onto the porcelain skin of hers as it's maybe enough to mark her. Her inevitable moans came loose, her sinful releasing the long-shackled lustful cacophony of sex-filled sounds that she can't contain anymoreâ
âLike it, Yunjin?â
âI fucking love it, baby. I love it when you mark me like you really own meâgod, yes!â
She's giving into submission and she inevitably will, slowly, and surely. That's your goal right now, and you'll show off every trick up in your sleeve just to get her into that.
A door is close, way too far and nigh-impossible to reach.
A door is slightly ajar, try to reach it, and eventually you will, then you'll open one and will open more.Â
It'll be a domino effectâstarting from a single one then will possibly try out everything you can think of.
The door will suddenly close, yet you'll already think of the fact that you've seized those opportunities.
And you'll start right now.
âI want more, Yunjin. Wanna see moreâwanna taste more of you.â
Yunjin has that lookâthat slutty, desperate look of ardor in her eyes and the way it sparkles with lust and anticipationâyes, it's perfect.
âGetting daring, aren't we, baby? Ahhâkeep kissing me first. Let them know how much you love it and how much you're mine, baby~ Oh fuck!â
âNo, YunjinâI want more of you, right now.â
Crazy how a sexual desire drives a man into his lowestâa deceitful strength; a vulnerable spot; his cock doing the thinking, and not his brain. Getting daring, you slowly coursed your hands onto the side of Yunjin's plaid skirt, caressing it as you slowly undress her bottom half, wanting to feel and see those meaty thighsâthose thighs you've been drooling with since the start of this.
She moans loudly in response to your actions, so, to tone her down, you immediately crash your lips onto hers againâprobably for the umpteenth timeâas she reciprocates, now feeling her and tasting her. Your insatiability towards her is imaginable, so you immediately pull out and lay down to slowly undress her skirt as it came in, right after, is a work of art: her smooth, pristine thighs on your sight as the white panties being the cherry on top.
âGod, Yunjinâyour thighs are soââ
âTasty? And probably, meaty? Yeah, I know, baby. My thighs are all for you to worship and kiss. Hmmâahhânow, pleaseâlet them know how much you want them.â
She read you. It's probably like the first thought everyone will have in their mind once they see Yunjin's thighsâthey can relate to you if they were in your shoes but luckily, you're the only one who's having her at this moment, no one else.
Here lies your needs. Onto the hunger of kissing the milky flesh in front of you, you immediately do what must be done and waste no time. Peppering her thighs with pecks in quick succession, plethora of lewd moans came right afterâand it's like she's giving herself to you of her own accord.
You continue peppering and worshiping her thighs with kisses and marks and because of how you're making her feel too good, she can't help herself but hold onto your hair, scalp-deep as she needs an outlet to fight the sudden rush of pleasure.Â
Her succulent flesh is way too irresistible to pull out as her moans even encourage you to go further, but you wanted to experience more things with her and kissing her thighs for a hot minute and a half is enough to fulfill one of your wants.Â
âBaby kissed my thighs so good, hm? Love how delicious my thighs taste, hm? The sweat dripping out slowly and probablyâhnggâm-my juices too, hihi~â
âIsn't it obvious, Yunjin? I'm fucking drooling all over these.â
She didn't need to ask honestly, her deep, captivating tone in her voice just sparks the fire within you and it just drives you crazy. It's an obvious yes as an answer to her question, and there's no hesitation in that.
âI want yours too, baby. It's unfair that you drooled all over me and I won't drool over anything about you~ Come on, baby~â
Godâit's her seductive tone that really gets you riled up. You just want her whispering to your ear every damn day, teasing you and moreâoh, it'll feel like a dream yet technically speaking, you're already living in that fantasy of yours.
As clever as she is, you undoubtedly know what she means by that so, positioning yourself to lean against the cubicle wall, she kneels down slowly, ready to unbuckle your defenses down to its last straw. She looks up at you seductively, her eyes glistening in need and lust as you caress her cheeks and encourage her to do more.
âMind doing the honors for me, Yunjin?â
âOf course, baby~ You got me so fucking needy for you. I'm dying to taste this dick, baby.â
Noticing the inevitable bulge tenting onto your pants, she smirked at the sight that she made you like this and slowly undressed your bottom half how you did hers earlier. One by one, every piece of clothing is now deemed worthless as every defense is being unshackled and when it's only the last one left, she licks her mouth, getting ready for what you had in store for her.
In one swift motion, the beast inside is now unleashed from its genuinely frustrating restraints as it's rock-hard, almost hitting Yunjin in the face and already dripping with that infamous colorless liquid.
âGod, w-wow⊠You're so big, baby~ I wonder if it can fit inside my mouth, hihi~â
Her puppy-like eyes curiously studied your length, right from your engorged head up to your swollen balls as she admired every inch of you and she leisurely stroked you which earned a moan that escaped from your mouth.
Sure, the wholeness of your dick will fit inside her tight, slutty throat. Not to mention how much she drooled all over your length once you've revealed it and by that, you could tell how much wonders she could do with it.
âTell me, Yunjin, do you like what you're seeing?â
An unhesitant nod from her as here comes her seductive voice againâ
âI do, babyâI fucking doâmwah!â
There starts the slow, passionate kiss on your already swollen head as she plays your leaking slit with her tongue, also, in accordance with the rhythm of her strokes on the base of your shaft. She kissed your mushroom-shaped head so lovingly, it caused you to moan her name alongside with ragged breaths as the sensitivity is way too much to handle.
âMoaning my name, baby? I can tellâyou're loving this already, hihi~â
You nod, and that's enough as an answer to her question.
âT-Tell me, Yunjin, what do you want to do with my cock?â
She did hear you, but instead of answering you, she just doubles the efforts of kissing your length from the base up to your swollen tip. You don't like this so, you grip her hair forcefully slowly, demanding an answer escaping from her slutty, cock-hungry lips.
âI w-want to choke on it, baby.â
âAnd?â
âWant to gag and drool all over it, baby.â
There's definitely moreâ
âWant to take this cock deep down so badly that I want my throat ravaged by it.â
Moreâ
âWant you to fuck my face with it as I struggle to breath while you do t-that to me, and then, you'll thrust your hips so hard that you're only goal is to destroy my slutty throat for my throat is only a cumdump for you, baby. Or, you can pull out and start painting my face withââ
âStop.â
ââitâŠâ
Fear emanates her eyes as she's flummoxed about your sudden command towards her.
âYou d-didn't like it, baby?â
âNo, Yunjinââ You reposition yourself comfortably and lean yourself against the wall again, preparing for what's about to come. ââI'd rather see you do those things youâve said rather than talking. Be my guest.â
She immediately fulfills what she'd said as constant licks and slurps reverberate around the puny cubicle you're in. She drools all over your cock, worshiping it with numbers of kisses to god knows how manyâshe just can't get enough of the succulent taste of your shaft.
She's maybe not the most experienced one in your opinion, but surely, she's making you feel great as her plump lips makes your brain go haywire in pleasure and itâs like itâs really made of cock-sucking. Sucking on your head gently, you moan and grip her hazelnut-colored streaks, an outlet to fight the constant course of pleasure.
âGodâso fucking good, Yunjin. So so so fucking goodâargh! Take me all inâs-shit!â
With your inevitable groans and subsequent moans, she takes this as fuel to up the ante of her pace, bobbing her head vigorously as she takes now half of your shaft, her saliva leaking out slowly on the side of her mouth. The liquid then drips down to your balls which she averted her attention too, not leaving it unattended.
She lathers it with her saliva as she sucks on one ball gently, making sure she's not hurting you in any kind as her aim is to stimulate you further and with her moderate rhythm of her strokes and the gentle care of attending your needs onto your balls, it's impossible to hide how good you're feelingâway better than you expected.
Gently and surely, she doesn't give you a break on the constant serotonin you're feeling. Having enough of your balls, she then goes onto doing the thing she's best at as the slurping sounds resumes and so is the constant gagging that keeps resonating around your ear. Having had enough of the slow stuff, she bobs her head frantically like she has something to prove to you as she went deeper, her throat welcoming the entirety of your length as she gags again in responseâher gag literally echoing around the restroom as a hint of panic hits you as someone may barge in to know what's happening, mostly those janitors. Tears inevitably begin flowing down her cheek, messing up the mascara she had onâand it's just better seeing her getting ruined slowly.
Eventually, she pulls out as oxygen is to blame, her gleeful smile meeting you as she still strokes your shaft at a snail's pace.
âYou l-like that, baby? You like h-how my tight throat constricts when your head hits the back of m-my throat, hm? You like how good I made you feel?
âS-shut up, Yunjinâdo more of that and less talking, okay?â
âWhat a tsundere⊠Hmmâmwah!â Yunjin peppers your swollen head with numerous kisses as she continues her dirty talk that sends your arousal higher than the sky. She didn't mind how hypocritical your response is because all that matters is that she did a great job at pleasuring you and it's evident and you can't lie with that.
âDon't you dare lie in front of your teeth, babyâI know you liked it so much. I could even hear you moaning my name repeatedly and wanting moââ
Well, that's another way to shut her up, for nowâŠ
If your words can't shut her slutty mouth up, then maybe taking your cock once again will do. It's really effective, considering how she struggles once you thrust your hips into her throat, making her gag and hum in satisfaction. In every thrust you do, she welcomes it in her tight cavern with open arms as she grabbed your hips almost-so-tightly in order to have stability while fucking her face. The pace quickens immediately, bringing in an onslaught of thrusts in a rapid succession which she enjoyedâshe's maybe struggling considering how harsh you're using her throat but you didn't care as your pleasure comes first, and she even enjoys it too. After two minutes of a hot, sloppy (the saliva seeping out of her mouth are in copious amounts) facefucking, she tapped your thigh as she's visibly lacking oxygen and immediately, you pulled out of her tightness.
She gasps for air, struggling to breathe as it almost feels like you ravaged her throat completely. She smiled towards you, coughing a little as her mouth was used like a fleshlight, most likely, a cocksleeve in her (possibly yours too) own terms. She feels like a toy whose only purpose is to pleasure his master and no one else and she absolutely loved it.Â
âOh f-fuck, baby. You used m-my throat so well, hehe~ Now, you gotta finish what you've started i-in my mouth.â
Sticking her tongue out just to invite you to fuck her face again, you fall in under the spell of lust as you insert your length inside her mouth again, and suddenly, the pleasure courses down your veins as the warmth of her throat envelops and welcomes your cock like in a warm embrace.Â
You're reflecting as you fuck her mouth mercilessly. You want to save that energy for laterâ
âActually, Yunjin, just finish me off. Suck me like you fucking mean it, you slut.â
And off she goes, fulfilling your desires. You could feel that familiar sensation down your loins even earlier, and it's not even that far off now as your orgasm is nearly coming.
Look down as the hazelnut-haired girl bobs onto your penis like she means itâlike what you've saidâand you let it all out. She feels the persistent throbs of your length inside her throat as she plunges her mouth balls deep, her nose pressing onto the base of your shaft as you fill her cavern up to the hilt and welcoming another sideâusing it as a canvas for you to paint on. Series of hot, thick semen deposits inside her mouth, painting her throat like you have something to proveâto prove how much she's yours, maybe, just for this moment. Spurt after spurt, she closes her eyes as she feels the incredible volume of your load and the succulent taste of itâshe can already feel how much your seed tastes good as her taste buds involuntarily chase the flavor of it, like it's her favorite dessert to indulge in anytime.
After your orgasm dies out (it lasted for at least twenty-two seconds, estimated, since your brain went haywire because of the pleasure), you pull out of her mouth and see streaks of her saliva and your cum as your length becomes lathered by it. Yunjin, as the clever girl she is, cleans your cock without being commanded to do so as she licks all over it, sucking and slurping all over the conglomeration of liquids and gathering it all. For one last time, she pulls out and gathers all of the cum that she can and sticks her tongue to show you how much your load is, and then, swallowing all of it within a single gulp and then showing to you her tongue again, smooth and clean as all of your seed is now into her stomach.
âGosh, baby. That was so fucking good. That was like, the most delicious load I had ever tastedâgod, I wanted more of it.â
If she wants another one, then she needs to earn it like a good girl yet, the both of you had more plans with each other, and it feels like a magnetic connectionâthe both of you suddenly read each other's minds on what the both of you want.
âI want more of you, babyâlike, way much more⊠Like, I want to feel you, babyâdeep inside me. â
Well, here we goâ
âBut baby, I'll let you choose though. Consider this as your luckiest day as you'll get to feel me, hehe~ It's either you wanna fuck me senseless while you rail my tight, little cunt orââ Yunjin slowly takes off her panties, giving you an unholy sight of her holes, which made your cock twitched involuntarilyâshe's way too fuckable at this moment and too hot to handle. ââyou could shove your entire length up in my ass and finger me until I cum uncontrollably.â
These choices are way too tempting and of course, more difficult than ever. You wanna feel her tight cunt clenching and possibly, creamingâwhich is probably not hard consider how wet she is right at the startâaround your shaft while you fuck from behind but also, you canât let the opportunity fade of fucking her tight asshole and fingering her pussy, all at the same time.
Well, there are also second-hand thoughts within those choices: is there any lube whenever you made your choice on fucking her assâ
âDonât you worry, baby, I have my lube here, in my uniform pocket.â
âand is no one going to know all of the sinful events that are about to happen within the next few minutes?
âAnd baby, no oneâs gonna know about this as you know how I can get out of things like this. My mother has power and authority in this university so you, and I, will be safe from any trouble, hihi~â
Well, that answers anything youâve been afraid ofâŠ
âSo, what is it going to be, hm, baby? Come onââ Yunjin slowly seats onto the toilet (and of course, itâs been covered since the beginning) and spreads her legs wide slowly, presenting her already dripping cunt and her puckered hole, tempting the devil inside you. ââdonât keep a girl waiting.â
Takes you several seconds before coming up to a decision that youâll surely wonât regret.
âIâd love to fuck you from behind, Yunjin.â
âOn what hole, babââ
âBoth of them, your pussy firstââ
Well, sheâs caught off-guard and perplexed by your sudden need and aggressiveness as you grab her wrists tightly, and then turn her facing the wall. The lust and greed already consumed you and thereâs no one stopping you, not even her as you can easily overpower her without breaking a damn sweat.
âI s-said only a single option, babââ
âNo, no, no, Yunjin. Thatâs not how the games are going to be playedââ You spank the creamy flesh in front of you as it jiggles in response, you then smirking as the downfall of Yunjinâs control ensuesâherself submitting into pure submissiveness that you dearly wished to see.Â
ââIâm the one whoâs in fucking control now, Yunjin and donât tell me you donât want all of your holes stuffed with only my cock, hm?â
âN-noâŠâ
âNo what, Yunjin?â
You gently gripped her neck, choking her as you force an answer to escape from her lips. Such a demand is needed immediately, and you donât want to be a part of Yunjin's games anymore and you want to show her what exactly you can do to her.
âG-godâIâwhat I m-mean is that, noâI wonât s-say anything like that b-because thisâisâahhâwhat I wa-wanted all along!â
âGood.â
You loosen your grip onto her neck and avert your fingers across her clit, stimulating and teasing her and not-so-surprisingly, she moans seductively as the pleasure is starting to get into her and you love seeing how sheâs drowning in needâyou shouldâve done this in front of the restroomâs mirrors, so you can see her ahegao-like expressions that surely, will arouse you further.
âYou like that, Yunjin? Like how I make you a whimpering mess on my fingers, hm? Wow, youâre drenched and so fucking wet.â
âY-yes, baby, I likeââ
âWrong fucking word, Yunjin.â
And then, that hits her, she realizes that she canât do anything but be the good, submissive toy for herâ
âDaddy. Iâm very, very sorry, daddy.â
âGood girlâyou clever girl, hm?â
You tease her more and more, earning the sexiest of moans escaping out of Yunjinâs mouth as she pleads you to fuck her already but you insist, letting the carnal desires inside you be tamed, for now. You wanted to get her as wet as possibleânot to mention how wet her pussy is already, nectar dripping all over her thighs and staining her socksâso you do just that.
âReally want to feel me, huh?â
Another harsh spank to her bubble butt marks it red, enough for the sting of pain to be felt until later as it echoes around the tiny cubicle. You can't wait to feel her tight walls as her desperation and pleas ignite the fuel inside you to resist the temptation and with her continuous pleas to let her out of her misery, a flick of a switch is all it takes as you take her in.
Her velvety walls hug your shaft so tight that you groan in half-pain, half-pleasureâit feels like her pussy walls constrict so hard that its life probably depends on it. With how wet she is, it isn't any hard thrusting in and formulating a pleasurable pace as you form a moderate rhythm from time to time. Her moans were just inevitable too, alongside her chants that were probably part of the symphony of a lewd orchestration of sounds.Â
âFuck me h-harder, daddy! I want it rough s-so what are you waiting fââ
A slap on her butt probably lets her know how you're now in control, and not her yet you think to yourself that you need to destroy her cunt to teach her a lesson. A mere adequate attempt from her for you to play rough with her almost sends you into overdrive as she lures you into the deepest abyss of lust. Even if you deemed her attempts futile and ineffective, you're just saying to yourself how hypocritical you are.
You wanted to ruin the beautiful image of Huh Yunjin, letting everybody probably know how much of a slut she is for cockâ
âDon't you fucking worry, YunjinâI'll pound you so hard and fast that the only thing you'll feel is my cock ravaging your tight, little hole and nothing else. Heck yeah, I would maybe even make you forget your own name and the last thing you'll actually do is beg for my mercy while you can't take it anymoreâbecause I'm going to fucking ruin you, Huh Yunjin, the school's slut.â
Letting out the profanities and the devil inside you, you work your way into making her for you to ultimately use. You waste no times in build-ups as you pound her tight cunt like you're proving something to herâproving how worthy you are to probably own her pussy and how good you'll fuck her throughout this session.
You ram into her hard and fast, letting your animalistic urges take over your body as you didn't stop even a slight second. The clashing of both of your bodies becomes so frequent that sweat is beginning to form onto your forehead and to your back, considering how hard you're fucking her brains out like you're rearranging her guts.
âOh fuck, fuck, fuck, daddy! You're so deep in me! Keep f-fucking me until you make me a creamy mess! Oh fuck, daddy~â
She moans uncontrollably with every thrust you do into her and she tries to silence it by biting the clothing of her uniform but it wasn't enough. And it's like she can conceal how much of a slut she is for your cockâand there's nothing she can do either.Â
She clings onto anywhere she can just to have a greater grip on what's ravaging her pussy. Another attempt of silencing her moans is futile, so you grab her locks, pulling it slowly onto you to let everybody know who she really is.
âYou l-like how I fuck your pussy like this, hm, Yunjin? I bet no one fucked this good in your entire life. Let the whole university know how much of a fuckingâslutâyou are!â
She responds in guttural groans and lustful moans as you drive her insane with your cockâher mind only being flooded about sex, and maybe that only.
âOh godâdaddy, I'm so close! Please let Yunjin cum, please let me cumâcum, cumâI'm cumming!!â
A spank delivered to her backside by your naughty hands is the indication ofâ
âThen cum, Yunjinâall over⊠my cockâŠâ
âGahâahh!!â
And there she goes, letting everything out as her visceral moans broke the tow, and off she goes, creaming all over your throbbing length like a broken faucet out of control. You want her to take a little breather, so you slow down your thrusts while riding her beautiful orgasm out that lasts for almost a hot minute (roughly like thirty-five seconds but that'll do).
âNow, it's your turn, daddy, hihi~ Cum inside me, please!â
You resume your frantic thrusts and ignore her wants of filling her pussy, aiming to achieve your high too and chasing it as fast as possible.
You definitely want to finish inside her tight, little cunt but a sudden hit of reflection made you think of another option (and also by the fact that a slut like her wants to be bred and you don't want to finish inside her while she's not safe).
She's too spoiled, anyways. With that possible privilege, now is the time to break the tow and maybe, you'll be the first to do it.
âNo, Yunjinââ You whisper onto her ears and immediately, and even so, painfully pull out of her pussy as she wails, wanting you to fuck her hole until you ride out your high but you have other ways on settling this mess. ââI'm going to fuck your creamy thighs until I cum, okay? Now, it's up to you to catch all the cum with your hands to taste it or let it go down in waste as I paint the cubicle walls white.â
She definitely wants that idea, for sure. You can sense it even though you can't really see the emotions on her faceâshe's way too readable now, and there's nothing she can do to let her wants be attended to, either. Â
âDaddy's going to fuck these meaty thighs until I cum, okay, Yunjin?â
âYes, daddy! Please do fuck my thighsâyou're still going to fuck me from b-behind, daddy?â
âYes, Yunjin, and I hope you're prepared.â
She's even more than prepared as you position your throbbing length between her thighs, she then anticipating what's coming next. Her thighs suffocate your cock for dear life and thanks to her wetness dripping down the meaty flesh and also the wetness of your cock due to her own fluids, it wasn't difficult to thrust and hammer between her immaculately perfect thighs.
Thrust after thrust comes moans and groans from you as she hugs your entire shaft tighter than ever, making sure you'll get the utmost pleasure you'll ever desire. Not so long, you're now starting to develop your pace frantically as your hips go wild as the lust drives you into oblivionâthe will of greed powering every thrust to chase your nearly-impeded orgasm earlier.
Of course, the inevitable comes closer than you expected.
âI'm so close, Yunjinâfuck! I wanna just fuck these thighs all day. Argh, so fucking closeâI'm going to fucking cum!â
âCum for me, daddy, please!â
It feels like another dormant volcano erupts, sending magnitudes of pleasure all over your body as peak euphoria is achieved within an exhilarating act. Multiple streaks of semen splutters from your slitâprobably up to four, if you can count it rightâas Yunjin tries to catch it all but all she can do is cling onto the walls . She is unsuccessful in catching the wholeness of your load but manages to capture a little and with her hunger for your taste, she licks the little amount clean on her fingers, humming soundly as she's satisfied to taste your load again.
âNever fails to amaze me, daddy. So delicious, as expected, hihi~â
She then strokes you slowly, not wanting your hardness to die fast as there's more things to do with her. She knows how painful and sensitive you feel right now and her dainty fingers and dexterity of it aims to get you hard (even though you're definitely rock-hard towards her, still) for her as the last course on the menu is nearing. At least she's a bit concerned about what you want to feel, and also concerned with her own pleasure too.Â
âNow, daddyââ Yunjin faces you as both your eyes make contact with each other, sparkling with anticipation and greed. She then made the first move as she thought of something that has been lingering inside her mind since you started fucking her almost senseless. ââyou said something earlier about fucking my ass and I was thinking that, maybe, you can fuck me while I see your face, daddy. Don't you love the thought of it?â
Of course you do love it and she doesn't need to ask that. You love how lewd her expressions areâeven though you can't see it but deep in your heart you know that her face does those expressions inevitablyâwhile you fuck her like it's your last and the pleasure converting her face into pure submissiveness and lust. Also, to top it all off, you want to do something that for sure, will make this experience more than memorable, written down in the history books of your life.
âOf course I do, Yunjin. I'll hammer your ass hard like what I did to your pussyâI'll gape this tight, little asshole so hard that you'll walk out here wobbly and struggling.â
âThen you'll need to carry me out here, daddy. Fuck me until my legs give outâgive me everything you got, daddy.â
The sensitivity fades faster than the speed of light as Yunjin's dirty talk reignites the fuel of lust inside you. Handing you the small bottle of lube in her pocket, you lather a decent amount on your hand and spread it onto your cock. You then command her to bend over in order to have a greater grip in spreading the lube around the rim, and the tight walls of her asshole. She lets out a ragged breath and a moan as the cold liquid comes into contact onto her puckered hole. You continue lathering her asshole with lube and warming her up until she breaks the silence.
âDaddy, I h-have something to confess to youâŠâ
âWhat is it, Yunjin?â
It takes her several seconds to respond as the pleasure of teasing her asshole with your fingers is getting over the limit of her nerves to handleâit's maybe too much to handle but she never insists you to stop and you won't.
âMy ass, hasn't been fucked, yetâand y-you're probably going to be the first one who will open me up in my other h-holeâŠâ
A bold confession to a girl like her is a bit surprising as it feels like she already experienced a lot more than what you could imagine but that expectation falters once it's factual that she still has her anal virginityâyou can hear the sincerity in her voice.
âB-But you've experienced this before, Yunjin? Like with your toys and stuff?â
A hint of sweat drips down your forehead as you're a little bit nervous considering that maybe, it is really her first time experiencing a phallic object will be taken up in her ass.
Even though you're driven mad with lust, there's still heart in you and concern came first.
âYeah⊠Only a couple of times with a dildo but it never really felt the same but nowââ Yunjin holds both sides of your arms as her eyes ignite with seriousness, wanting you to fulfill her needs by feeling your length up in her ass for the first time.
One thing's for sure before you make a move: she'll be tighter than ever, and even may rival the tightness of the gripping walls of her pussy.
Knowing how well-lubed up her rim and your already throbbing length are, you waste no time and impale Yunjin's incredibly tight asshole with your rod. Even with just the mushroom-shaped tip inside her inviting hole, you can't fathom how incredibly tight she is. She eases up her muscles for both of your comfort and slowly, and surely, you insert your length into her deeper and deeper, the lubrication really helping out a lot.
âIt s-still feels a bit weirdâbut anyways, fuck me daddy! I c-can take it!â
âReally, Yunjin? You sure?â
A broken melody escapes her lips and interrupts her moans, âYes, daddyâplease just fuck my ass⊠I c-can take it.â
And who are you to refuse that? No, you won't and now having a better grip of her assâand thanks to her anal muscles easing up and helping you fight against the incredible vacuum-like tightnessâyou start thrusting into her, slowly and delicately, cherish every second of fucking her incredible ass. You spank her buttocks hard as a moan from hers is the response, the moan of need and lust as she smiles almost maniacally at you, feeling euphoric from the experience.Â
As much as you want to see her get fucked with her uniform still onâbecause it's one of your fetishesâyou want to see what she's packing underneath that white blouse of hers. You then immediately latch your hands on the buttons of her uniform, undressing it slowly and thankfully, Yunjin doesn't care and wants to get herself naked for you, letting you see what she has in store for you and you're probably going to drool with the sight of that.
Like a prophet, you did predict your own actions almost accurately as undressing her final defense, which is her white-laced bra. With her sheepish expressions maybe because of your possible disappointed judgment, you reassure her as you are met with a perky set of her mounds with taut pink nipples that you're ready to drool over with.
âSorry if it's not tooââ
âYou're not sorry, Yunjinââ You up the ante of your pace of hammering her ass as you fondle the soft, pillowy flesh in front of you, making her moan in ecstasy as everything seems going perfect for her.Â
ââin fact, I love it so muchâmwahâwanna suck on these all night, not gonna lieâfuck, you're incredibly hot, Yunjin.â
âGahâahh! Daddy! T-thank you for that. You make m-me feel so goodâso, so good, daddy!â
With your frantic pace of thrusts inside her tight hole, you can't help but moan soundly as it feels way too euphoric to be true. Latching your tongue lightly onto her erect bud, she moans in delight, and it is so hot that it keeps you going. You also want to stimulate her so much that you want the dam inside her to break, and considering how she's been touching herself since the start of your anal session, she'll get on her euphoric high in no time.
âGahâdaddy, I'm going to fucking cum! So, so muchâall over you, daddy!â
Announcing the nearing peak of her orgasm, you fuck her gaped hole like an animal in intense need, letting the lust and your ultimate will inside you power your hips to do the fastest, most uncontrollable thrusts known to man. Your urge to destroy her asshole and her asshole only is indomitable as the devil inside takes over you, plowing her ass like it's your last.Â
You're close and she knows it well considering how much you're throbbing inside her. She knows this and that's why she helps you chase your own orgasm too and hers, wanting to cum with you in unison.
âI'm close too, YunjinâI'm going to fucking cum balls deep inside this incredible ass of yoursâI'm going to fucking cum!â
âMe too, daddyâcum with me, please!â
And there goes everything.
The rush of adrenaline through your veins soon comes to an end and so do your thrusts. You buried down your entire length inside her walls, filling her up to the hilt and the goal has now been achieved: filling her absolutely with thick shots of semen, painting her insides white.
It is euphoric rearranging her guts to the fullest. Groan after groan comes spurts of your load being deposited inside her ass as her moans encourage you for more and so you do. Yunjin herself reaches her high as she sprays her nectar all over your toned abdomen as she comes harder than earlier, leaving her breathless and enervated from the wildest session she had been. After your orgasm has died out, you then slowly pull out of herâand she's still oh-so-tight even though she has been gaped like crazy with your actionsâto see what you've doneâto see what you've become: a monster, blinded by lust as every drip of white leaks out slowly, out of her asshole. She then reaches for her metallic buttplug and inserts it inside her puckered hole slowly as she doesn't want the cum dripping out of her thighs after she walks out of hereâshe's still in public, so that makes sense and she doesn't want to get embarrassed.
You filled her well. Too well. She's going to feel that load until later.
Not wanting the moment to die so fast, you initiate another heated kiss with her again as she immediately reciprocates, letting her know how much you loved this moment and how you'll cherish this, forever.
âGod, daddyâyou still filled me up so well⊠I'm also sure, you're completely drained, right?â
âYeah, Yunjin⊠*coos* I'm way too drainedâthanks for this, though. It felt very euphoricâand good. Thank youâŠâ
âNo, babyâI need to thank you. You made me feel like this and I never felt this beforeâlike, this felt enchanting, meeting youâŠâ
You faintly smile and face her, blushing from her remarks. You then kiss each other for the last time, wanting to savor the built-up need and lust for this one moment, once more. With a little panic making your heart skip a beat, you then help her prepare herself and yourself, cleaning what you also could so no one will suspect all of the sinful events that happened inside this cubicle.
âI could barely feel my legs though, baby...â
âOh noâwill you get in trouble for that, Yunjin?â
âYou'll need to carry me out if here, babyâthat's what it means, hihi~â
Panic courses through you as you're shocked on what she said, not prepared on what she's really planning.
âI'm kidding, babyâI can still walk though. I'll just make up an excuse that my feet just feels painful suddenly. Neither of us will get in trouble, don't worry.â
You then slowly unlock the cubicle door, making it âvacantâ and then, open it. Yunjin kisses your cheek one more time as a token of gratitude before smiling at you genuinely, her eyes speaking words of being thankful for such an incredibly euphoric session.
âOh! Before I leaveâgive me your phone, baby.â
âI d-don't have it on me, right nowâŠâ
You know where this is going and you don't want this opportunity to fade away. You frown in disbelief of your phone being nowhere near you as it's on your locker yet with a clever mind like her, she opts for another option, also, not wasting this opportunity.
âDo you⊠have a ballpen though? Like... any kind?â
That, you do.Â
Without any time to waste, you give her your black ballpoint pen as she grabs your hand gently, going to use it as the canvas.
âHope you don't mind this, baby and⊠there you go! That's mine, okay? Text me when you get home, okay? I'll be gone for now and⊠thank you, againâso, so much, baby. You may leave after me for likeâuhm⊠a few minutes so no one will suspect what we did here, baby, hehe~â
And you're now captivated with her. Who are you to blame though? A girl like her will make any other men go crazy but in this moment, she's the only one you see and so she is. You loved this moment and so she did too, and that concludes another exhilarating yet memorable day for you.
You seized every opportunity you had with her at that given moment, and you're glad that you've opened them all up.
âBye, baby, see you tomorrowâor⊠maybe later, hihi~â
What a day written into your own history books. It truly is and you wanted moreâŠ
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Dalton Lambert x fem!reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: insidious 5 spoilers, literally i think tahts itÂ
Authorâs Note: In theory this is a part 2 to blue paint but honestly could be written by itself if you just squint lol. Everyone wanted me to write more for dalton and i was at WORK people but i am here to provide a plotless fluff. An old classic style of mine đ«ĄAlso this fic could literally be called âmaya googles whispered synonymsâÂ
Everyone that asked to be tagged <3 : @geeksareunique, @chaoticxbee, @snixx2088, @ellaneyt, @bespinnn,Â
Summary: The night you and Dalton just kind of let your relationship silently grow to avoid the horror of his situation.Â
I donât own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif)
You could feel sleep starting to overtake you. It was in your eyes, the drooping of your lids as you sat against the twin bed. Dalton was sitting on the ground as well, across from you. You narrowed your gaze at him, pursing your lips. You both had class in the morning. He still had blue paint stained on his face. You had leaned him over the sink and scrubbed to no avail. Finally you had both given up, conceding to his embarrassment in the morning.Â
The sticky heat of the day had given way for the night chills. You could feel the difference in the cracked window. The breeze had started to get to you so you threw a blanket over your shoulders.Â
Dalton, not wanting to fall asleep, sat across from you with a hoodie on.Â
âUno.âÂ
âNo way,â you muttered. You looked at the cards in front of you, a large stack turned upwards and a yellow 7 card on top. âYou just had like 15 cards. Take off your hoodie.â
âNo!â Dalton exclaimed, laughing a bit.Â
âYouâre cheating. Thereâs no way I missed that. Iâm literally the only other person here,â you offered. He shook his head. The clock was ticking away past midnight.Â
âItâs late, youâre just starting to get delirious.â You shook your head, tossing your stack of cards down beside you. Usually you would never let a game go, especially one that was decently close. But you werenât sure if you were even going to wake up to your alarm in the morning, let alone go to class.Â
âAm not.âÂ
âI told you to go to bed hours ago.ïżœïżœïżœ
âDidnât want you to sleepwalk on me,â you muttered.Â
âAstral project.âÂ
âWhatever.â You looked up at the window. You could see the moon outside tonight in the clear sky. It had been a while since you saw the nighttime in a peaceful way. You were so used to being passed out by the time any kind of sereneness came along, or at a party trying not to pass out. It had been too long since it was just you and the night sky. And Dalton.Â
Your phones were laying on the bedside table, out of the way and silent. You told Dalton to call his mom but he refused. He said he could do it on his own. He was probably just overreacting, he promised you. Overreacting didnât make someone stay up late before an 8:30 class but you decided not to mention that.Â
âI think Iâm out D,â you muttered through a yawn. He nodded. He still looked wide awake, sans the bags under his eyes.Â
âI wish we had a TV in here.âÂ
âThen we could watch Nightmare on Elm Street,â you joked. He half smiled, one of his cute little smirks. When you came to college you never thought you would admire these quieter nights the most.Â
âYeah.â You stretched, trying to shake the sleep out of your eyes.Â
âI think Iâm still gonna try to go to class tomorrow.â
âYou know I donât have a choice.â You nodded once and stood up, stretching. You felt your body expand as a satisfying calmness came over your body. Dalton grabbed the uno cards at your feet and started to put them in the box. âMy last card was red by the way. You couldâve won it.âÂ
âRematch tomorrow,â you suggested. You put your blanket over the empty bed. It looked like it hadnât been slept in. There was no indent of a human having been there, no one having a good night's sleep. Though it didnât look exactly comforting, it also didnât look unappealing to your tired mind. Dalton had given you one of his pillows. You plugged in your phone beside you and glanced over at Daltonâs side of the room. You had looked at his drawings before but never studied them.Â
Things seemed clearer at night.Â
There was a picture of his mom at the piano above his pillow. He was moving around, shuffling, getting ready for bed and doing the last things he needed to. His head obscured your view.Â
âSheâs beautiful,â you whispered. âYour mom.â He looked at his sketch like he had forgotten it was there.Â
âThanks,â he muttered. His eyes lingered for a moment. You wanted to ask if he missed her but you didnât. Putting him in that sort of emotional position wouldâve been too much for so late. âShe writes music. I remember when I was a kid she would sit at the piano when she had a moment to herself. My dad was always working so I guess I thought it was her job.â He shrugged. His eyes moved away.
âShe sounds like a nice lady.âÂ
âShe is. She deserves better than that guy,â he grumbled. He sat down on his bed. You were still sitting on yours. You hadnât climbed under the covers, even though the cold was nipping at your arms. Chrisâs words lingered in your brain for a bit, the prospect of staying in the same twin bed. You shook it off and went to grab the edge of the blanket.Â
Daltonâs eyes stayed on you. He didnât want to go to bed yet.Â
âDo you mind the night light?â he asked, voice laced with exhaustion and a little embarrassment.Â
âNope. I like a little mood lighting.â You climbed under the covers. Once your head hit in the pillow it was like relief flooded through your bones. You reached up and turned off the lamp beside the bed. You could still see the outline of Dalton. His face, his hair. âI like your hair when itâs down,â you whispered. Your voice was gentle, slightly fueled by the lack of sleep. You could see him turn to look at you as he was getting under the covers. You nuzzled your head into the pillow.Â
âThank you,â he muttered, awkwardly. You smiled. You liked it when he squirmed a little bit.Â
âI set an alarm.âÂ
âOkay.â There was a silence. âGoodnight.âÂ
âGoodnight Dalton,â you whispered. Your name hung on his lips but he didnât say it out loud. Instead he just watched as your eyes shut into an even calmness. The contours of your face were illuminated by his night light.
He rested his cheek against the pillow.Â
He admitted to being potentially dangerous to you and you stayed. He felt safer with you. Like he wasnât in this alone.Â
You fell asleep in 15 minutes. He could tell because your face was completely relaxed. There was no tenseness in your features, no worries about anything except getting rest. When he was positive you had drifted off he sat up, grabbing his sketchbook off the center table.Â
He had drawn nothing but dark memories lately. A red door with blood haunted him. A face he didnât recognize but one that he knew, watched him sleep. After the darkness flooding his brain he was happy to think of his mom. He was happy to remember her when she was tranquil. He liked the sketches that were less cursed.Â
He started to sketch you.Â
His eyes adjusted to the darkness easily. Maybe if he was super tired the next night then he wouldn't be able to dream or astral project. Just sleep. He wouldnât mind spending tonight sketching you with observing eyes. He drew your hair as it fell in front of your face. The way your fingers gripped the blanket. Your eyes, fluttering with dreams. He wondered what you were dreaming of. He wondered if you ever dreamt of him.Â
Just the thought brought a redness to his cheeks.Â
He grabbed his airpod to put on some music.Â
The room was so still.Â
Your blanket touching the ground. The wind from the cracked window. Your even breathing, mixing with his, the only living sounds in the space. His dried paint on the table. The light from the hallway seeping in under the door. His unpacked bag at the foot of your bed.Â
Your bed. That wasnât your bed. That was an empty bed, one that would be filled by anybody.Â
He sketched your nose.Â
That could be your bed. He had nothing against that. A sleepover every night, a buddy to help protect him from the nightmares. He thought of his parents. His brother. His little sister. He was safe.Â
He turned the focus onto your closed eyes. He was listening to some indie rock or something, whatever he had playing from earlier. He wondered what kind of music you listened to.Â
You moved. You hummed under your breath, eyes fluttering open. It hadnât been that long since you fell asleep, maybe only an hour. It was two in the morning.
You forced your eyes open. Dalton was still awake, sitting against the wall.Â
âStill canât sleep?â you whispered. The sleep remained in your eyes.Â
âNot sure where Iâll float too.â You nodded. You slowly sat up, keeping your blanket around your shoulder. âWhatâre you doing?â he whispered. Speaking any louder would break the muffled moment.Â
You shuffled over to his side of the room. He looked up at you, shielding his sketchbook. You barely noticed it. You stood at the side of his bed. There was a beat where neither of you moved. You nodded towards the bed.Â
âLay down.â He squinted, unsure of what your intentions were. He put the sketchbook on the side of the bed, onto the floor. He had it facing the ground so you wouldnât see your face. He couldnât let you know how he perceived you quite yet.Â
He did as he was told. When he was comfortable you moved his blanket aside and got under the covers. You put your blanket over his so you had double the warmth.Â
Dalton froze.Â
Did he put his hand on you? Did he just let you be? He had to touch you, there was no way he could sleep here, stiff as a board, all night.Â
âI donât have cooties D,â you whispered. You easily got comfortable beside him. Your eyes stayed open as you looked at him, straight ahead. âYou can touch me,â you said, even lower, so much so that your voice almost gave out. âIf this is okay.âÂ
âItâs okay,â he promised. You smiled sleepily.Â
He put his hand on your side and you pushed yourself closer to him. You took the initiative and placed your hand over his waist. He moved so that you could nuzzle yourself into his chest. He tried not to breathe too heavily but he was sure you could hear his heart beating out of his chest.Â
âSleep,â you breathed. âIâll keep you grounded.âÂ
His breath hitched. He finally closed his eyes.Â
He fell asleep quickly with you in his arms. He remained in his spot the whole night, the first time in a week.Â
#dalton lambert x reader#dalton lambert x fem!reader#dalton lambert imagines#insidious the red door spoilers
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Do you have any recommendations for solo TTRPGs about time travelling or being in time loops? Thank you, and happy gaming!
Theme: Solo Time Travel.
Hello friend, I have a good number of games for you to choose from, as well as a few games at the end of this that Iâve talked about previously, or that I think are somewhat relevant.
Dos Milennia, by ell0.
In another reality, the world ended in 2020 and a time machine called Dos Millennia was created to travel to the past. You find yourself holding this device.
Playable as a solo game or as a supplement to another game where you (or a game master) wish to implement time travel to the past.
Judging by what I can get from the comments on the store page, this game can be used alongside something that you read, although it looks like it can also be combined with another ttrpg of your choice. Since itâs only 24 words long, it should be pretty simple to pick up and use.
Revisionist Historian Training Module I, by Amida Bosatsu.
This is a solo journaling TTRPG about being empowered to travel to your past to make changes. The premise is that you are a new employee of Ret-Chron, a company that employs time travel to revise history. Your first training session involves an event in your past. It is assumed that altering an event you know well, in a familiar surrounding will be a good way to ease you into the profession.
I really really like the premise of this game. You use a pair of d4s to determine how successful you are at doing something (Caltrop Core), and provides a series of prompt questions to help you build up the moment in your characterâs past that you would like to change. Your character wonât arrive exactly at that event, but rather a few hours before it happens - and so youâll have time to try and change it.
I think you could potentially experience a good amount of character bleed when you play this game, especially if you replicate an event thatâs actually happened in your real life. That might be something that draws you to this game, or something to keep in mind if you pick it up. The rules definitely work for whatever setting you like, so your imagination can fill in a lot of the blanks here.
You own this game if you picked up the Solo But Not Alone 3 bundle!
Out of Time, by GinGal Games.
In this Solo Journaling TTRPG, you are a person out of time who can travel anywhere along the timeline. As you travel you will encounter people and feel large and small emotions. This journal is the record of your travels.Â
Out of Time casts you as a member of a super-secret organization, employed with a stopwatch that will allow you to transport yourself to a different moment 15 times. Your role is observation, not intervention - although I think the game is designed to try and tempt you into intervening. You journal while pulling cards from a deck and rolling a d4 to determine when the moments happen, with words attached to the value of the card that you drew. The game itself feels like you can make it rather personal, so if you want to entwine your character with the timeline, you might be interested in this game.
Timeshapers, by Beth & Angel Make Games.
Youâve found a Timeshaper: an object able to change your perception of time. You donât know how to control it yet, though; each time you touch it, it randomly affects your perception of time. Embrace your new relationship with time.
This is meant to be a game that works for both a group of people or a single person. For a group of people, I think it works best for folks who prefer largely free-form role-play; for a solo player, you could use it by itself, or add Timeshapers to another solo game in order to complicate things, especially if youâre interested in horror or sci-fi genres. The rules themselves are rather simple; itâs basically a roll table with different ways time might affect your character.
Dead Ends, by kay w.
I see it in the rearview mirror. I see it in the middle of the road. It knows. It could kill me right now. It's killed me a hundred times already. If I can just make it for long enough, then I can find the exit. I don't have to be this person forever.
DEAD ENDS is a solo tabletop roleplaying game about a road trip that never ends. In it, you play someone hunted by the Shape, looping again and again through the same four Stretches of the highway. Something you did brought you here, and now there is only one option: keep driving and hope there's an escape.
This is a game where a time loop is one of the fundamental ingredients for horror. It uses a deck of cards to determine the reason why your character is stuck in a time loop, as well as an oracle to determine more about your experience, your memories, and more. I think this game is something worth checking out if you like games that are meant to make your character suffer - if youâre a fan of Wretched & Alone games, you might also like this, even if it doesnât work exactly the same way.
You Canât Fâck with the Timeline, by Lady Tabletop.
You're a traveler and all you can do is watch.
A thought-game for one player.
This is a solo game that you can pretty much play anywhere, about a time traveler who cannot change the timeline; only witness it. It allows you to game-ify people-watching, coming up with answers to questions and creating stories in your head. It can last for as long as you need to wait somewhere, or while youâre on a commute. The game is also short enough that you could probably copy it out onto a small card, and keep it with you as you travel.
A Moment Too Late, by toribee.
Guide a tortoise through the annals of history. However, due to the inherent slowness characteristic of a tortoise, you always arrive just after the major historical events have unfolded. Each time you draw a card, it represents a historical event described with vague and sensory details.
Your task is to interpret these scenes through the eyes of the tortoise, often leading to whimsical and humorous misinterpretations due to its limited understanding of human culture and history.
As you journey through different eras, from ancient battles to key moments of technological innovation, you'll document your adventures in a journal, creating a narrative that blends historical curiosity with the charming perspective of a tortoise.
This is a really funky twist on playing with time, that uses a deck of cards to bring you (and a tortoise) through big historical moments. It looks like you can use this game to play either a specific romp through history (with hints towards what event is going on) or allow the âcluesâ to keep you and your turtle equally befuddled. If you like cute animals and games that donât feel too rushed, this might be a game for you.
Other Solo Games In The BallparkâŠ
The Diner Out of Time, by Mystic Mushroom Press.
Project Ecco, by Elliot Davis.
You can also check out my Time Travel and Solo Games recommendation posts for more!
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_(:Đ·)â )_ It's a holiday today and even when I'm out for errands, Xavier still worms his way into my brain...
Ramblings about Xavier and his red collar ahead~ (story spoilers, be warned) Apologies first. I'm not the best with words or saying things out from my brain... so It might be a bit jumbled, or I might've missed some things <( _ _ )>
I'm not going to be talking about anything new. Theories and such be everywhere already, all that's been speculated is all out there ><;;;
It's just my brain, earlier in the day, decided to re-frame my thinking about the collar a bit and just letting all these thoughts out somewhere that isn't inside my brain... moving on âĄâĄâĄ
So... what we DO know about the collar is that it's something restricting Xavier in some way. It's just not clear HOW it's restricting him.
Collar is also something of the Ever Company's property, most likely. Since there's an icon on the collar that belongs to Ever Company. At most, I would think it's from the Ever Company that is from the time during Anecdote 3. (What if... Xavier is the son of the Ever Company president in Anec3... đ€ I mean he's got men in suits tailing him all over... but that's a thought for another day)
Up to today, my guess is that the collar restricts his use of his Evol, on top of other things. Restricting his Evol, in a way, makes him "weaker". Xavier is very good (I would guess) at using his Evol and it's powerful enough to cause huge light explosions too. So he's dangerous (to the people that wants to control him) and restricting him in that manner helps to keep Xav in check.
Unsure if the Evol Resonance here being strong is due to Xavier's Evol itself already being very strong... OR... that the two share a deep bond since times of yore and she was just able to resonate much easier and stronger with him.
Okay. Main thoughts and speculations down below đ I dragged this long enough, and I'm rambling on a bit much...
The collar, restricts Xavier's Evol and...
Xavier, always overdoes it and uses his Evol past the allowed limit.
It hurts him in return, but he usually doesn't care any ways. If it's to save people and MC especially, he WILL do it
He can choose to ignore the limiter, but it will only cause him to use even more of his Evol just to overcome the limiter AND do what he needed to do
So to explain, an example in terms of MP from RPG games: His Light Explosion usually costs 50MP. The Collar restricts his MP to be only 40MP. Now, for Xavier to use his Light Explosion skill again, he needs 60MP instead of the usual 50MP the reason for my above thought is simply because BOTH his Hunter's Watch AND Collar were warning him in his Myth
This makes him even more spent, makes him use 2 syringes to recover... and potentially speeds up whatever process is causing the BackTrackers on Earth to turn into Wanderers (???)
If he were to resonate with MC however, maybe he can bypass the limiter, me thinks. But obviously he is very aware that he can't abuse this.
There's a possibility that he will still get the side effects after that, maybe in a smaller amount... and it's also to protect MC herself
Uh... I feel like I had more thoughts to blurb out... but after this many hours I think I might've forgotten them... đ« đ« đ« đ« đ« đ« đ«
~+~+~+~+~
And... this is how many times (that I managed to catch, that is) his collar has flared up: 6 times
(it'll be 7 if one assumes that when we meet Xavier, and he's sleeping... during that time he has already overused his Evol which caused the Metaflux explosion and was sleeping to "recharge", that his collar definitely flared red at that time)
Who knows how many more times before the Main story at this point in time (22 May 2024. Dating this just in case lol. Tumblr doesn't really show timestamps on the dash) that he's used his Evol til the collar turned red... and how many more times he is allowed to keep using it like that...
This feels to me like an unbreakable cycle at this point for Xavier... T-T
Both him and MC being each other's greatest strength and their greatest weakness đ©đ„șđ
Ughhhh I feel the MASSIVE AMOUNT OF FEELS AND ANGST COMING WITH THIS MAN đđđđ Please let this bebe live!
#xavier love and deepspace#love and deepspace xavier#xavier#churambles#also these is just a long ass ramblings i needed to get out of my head.... uh.... mistakes do be made and i may have overlooked stuff so...#I was JUST TRYING to take snapshots of Xavier and moments where his collar flashes red...#and I already accumulated like...#440 PICS!#I need help...#and more storage#<<;;;;;#this is how my whole evening went...#re-reading parts of the Main Story the Myth and Anecdotes#AND ALL THE SCREENSHOTTING I DID ToT
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Insane how fans can write the characters more in-character than the actual devs in this fandom
Do you remember that personality inconsistency thing happening w/ Satan?
So OM has it's writing staff, but that doesn't mean that the same writers will always be working on the same things, or even that there will be consistent communication between the different writers.
OM splits its writing team up in order to tackle things like the main story, the Pop Quiz events, all the different character Devilgrams, the daily and unlockable chats, etc. This is very much standard for the industry. It's entirely likely that someone who was writing a Mammon-centric Devilgram on one day will find themself assigned to the new Simeon-centric Pop Quiz event the day after, and then be tasked with writing scenes for the main story after that. It's very unlikely that any one writer will be assigned a single task or single character to dedicate 100% of their focus to... everyone is kind of just working on everything, which may make the process faster (since your writers are working on three or four different plots/stories at once) but it also spreads focus and creativity much thinner.
Solmare has also been known to bring in guest writers from outside the regular OM staff, whether it's writers from other studios or independent writers/freelancers. So we'll sometimes even have people who aren't actually fully familiar with the characters (or at least, not familiar to the level of the regular OM team) writing for them!
Writing for mobile games (or any constantly-updating medium, really) is always going to be an uphill battle. If the demand is for new Pop Quiz events to be released every 2-3 days, along with Devilgram stories and unlockable chats for the Nightmare banner and Pop Quiz reward cards, then it stands to reason that the writers are basically running on fumes at all times. And if the main story is actively in a current/updating season, then you have to add that to the writer's workload as well.
All of this doesn't even take into consideration things like edits, rewrites, script changes, etc. It's extremely common to send in a completed scene or story for review and approval, only to get your script back full of notes about everything that needs to be changed. With the constant turnover time for things like events and stories in mobile games in general (not just OM specifically) I wouldn't be surprised if new content is only getting finished and approved within hours of it going live - which would also explain the occasional text errors and typos that we see in-game, considering that there likely just isn't time to fix everything before releasing it.
All of this is really just a very long way to say "this is why fans of a series or character are often thought to understand or write for the series/character better than the actual staff" and in a lot of ways it's fairly true. Especially when many fans are writing out of sheer love, and some official writers are possibly only writing for a paycheck.
(Writing for a paycheck is in no way bad, especially in 2024 with the economy and cost of living crisis the way it is. And many official writers love the series and characters they write for, this just isn't a universal thing)
As for Satan himself, when it comes to OM specifically he is fairly lucky in that the brothers are typically given a lot more attention and care than the rest of the cast. This is a problem in itself (OM has a long history of sidelining beloved characters in order to constantly spotlight the 2 or 3 most popular money-makers, this being Lucifer, Mammon, and sometimes Leviathan) but in this particular case, it means that Satan usually isn't victim to being thrown out-of-character by the writers, or at least not as often as someone like Solomon or Barbatos.
From what I've noticed, it tends to be the "Satan loves cats" thing that gives him the most OOC moments. Yes, Satan loves cats very much. Very big catboy energy. However, there have been times where his "obsession" with cats is so overblown for the sake of comedy and silly wacky hijinks that it goes directly against his actual character. Yes, Satan loves cats, but not enough to knowingly endanger himself or the people around him, which has happened more than once - the biggest examples being S2 and S4 of the original game, where Satan's IQ suddenly dropped into single digits during a very serious situation and he abandoned his actual goals in order to chase after a random cat. In S2 he did this despite the fact that it not only endangered his own life while he already knew that the cat was not real, but also at the detriment of the rest of his family and MC (as the fake cat was a known trap meant to prevent him from helping MC and Lucifer save Beel's life)
Yes, Satan loves cats. But he also loves MC and his family more than anything else, and the idea that a random cat that he literally knows is a trap can cause him to suddenly become stupid and abandon everything at the drop of a hat when he knows that it will risk him and everyone else is so wildly, ridiculously out of character for him it's almost laughable.
We know that Satan would not ever put himself or anybody he cares about in serious, life-threatening danger on purpose.
But the story needed a little âšïždramaâšïž so the writers decided that Satan's established characterisation was worth sacrificing in order to write the scene they wanted.
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Bang Creator Interview: Tumblr: @mortalitasdeeznutsÂ
The Collaboration period has begun! In these quiet months before works are due, we want to foster a sense of excitement, camaraderie, and celebration among our participants. To that end, all participants were given the option of a formal interview by our mod, Dema, or an informal âask-gameâ survey. We hope you enjoy getting to know our phenomenal creators as much as we have!
Interview with Ascindio
Ascindio and Dema talk symbolism in art, the collaboration process, and strategies for constant improvementÂ
Dema: So first: welcome to the bang! We're about a week into the collaboration period â how is that going?
Ascindio: It's going great! I have a very clear image of what I want to do, just waiting to see if my writer is cool with the idea. The story they've written is wonderful.
Dema: Without spoiling too much, can you describe your idea using 3 words or less?
Ascindio: Disappointment, hurt, chasm. [EDIT: there has since been a pivot! The new words are: almost, chance, tentative. But since we were angsty before we're rolling with it. -Dema out.-]
Dema: MMMMM delicious.
Ascindio: I do so love angst.
Dema: I am reminded of that very gorgeous Lavellan piece you did. What is the strategy you use for conveying that angst?
Ascindio: Ooowh thank you! I loved doing that one. For angst, I wait until I have an idea/feeling that just grips me and I kind of churn it over and over in my brain until I can start to form a visual. I am very much in love with symbolism, so pretty much every emotional piece I do is bursting with it, hahaha. I have to have a very clear idea of what I want to get across.
Dema: Where do you draw your symbolism from? Is it all from the DA lore itself, or are you incorporating symbols from other sources?
Ascindio: Mostly the symbolism is from artistic choices. For example, in the one that you mentioned, she is the focal point, but the frame is much larger than her. I'm trying to show her loneliness and how sometimes she feels small, regardless of how Grand she is. She's an unwilling religious figure, hence the halo.
Dema: The orb halo is SO cool.Â
Ascindio: There's more, obviously, but just to give an idea of what I mean. Pretty much every choice I make in the composition is deliberate.
Dema: I love that! And so exciting that you already have an idea for your Bang piece. Do you do many collaborations?
Ascindio: I don't, but I'd LOVE to do more, I looove collaborating and making art with/for others!
Dema: Is this your first Bang?
Ascindio: Yes!
Dema: What about the collaboration process is appealing, as an artist?
Ascindio: One of my favorite things is the challenge of trying to bring to life something from someone else's brain, and then put my own spin on it. I just find a lot of satisfaction in it. It's like one of the best ways I know how to connect with people.
Dema: That's one of my favorite parts of this kind of event, too. It's so fun to relate to the specific visuals of the fic!
Ascindio: Yes!
Dema: Does the timeline feel intimidating at all, or are you pretty comfortable?
Ascindio: The only thing that's intimidating me is that I need to keep it secret for so long đ I usually work on a piece for like 10 ish hours over one or two days and then immediately post it because I have No patience lol!
Dema: Oh yes, the secret-keeping is so hard. I understand! But the reveals are SO exciting when they do happen.
Ascindio: I cannot WAIT to see what everyone does.
Dema: When you work on pieces for yourself, especially in long stretches like that, do you have a particular environment you prefer? Any creative rituals?
Ascindio: I just recently set up a new little work station, with a couple monitors and I love it. So I have a rainy fireplace ambience on YouTube going, then I have a spread of inspiration/reference collage app I use called PureRef and I either listen to music or have some tutorials going from an art patreon I subscribe to, and I try to put a new skill into every piece I do. And I paint on a huion using ibis paint.
Dema: That is such a great idea to incorporate a specific new skill or technique into each new piece. Does that keep it fresh for you? Or is the goal just to keep improving?
Ascindio: It is my idea of fun haha, also I am always completely unsatisfied with just about everything I paint. So yes, it's definitely also to try to improve little by little without overwhelming myself.
Dema: I am very sympathetic to that feeling, haha. What was the latest new skill you tried out?
Ascindio: Owh okay so the latest has been working on creating a more harmonious color palette! I've always had a hard time with color theory as I'm self taught and the colors I choose often seem to stick out and draw attention to themselves when the focus is supposed to be something else. So for example choosing a murky white for a white shirt, when in reality a lavender may be better for a specific piece and it will still translate to white without being so Look At Me.
Dema: Ah, yes! I find that color is so much harder in digital art, as well. Maybe because you have access to All Of Them. At least, that has been my experience đ
Ascindio: Yes, so tempting to say oh a blue shirt, I shall choose a Pure Blue. It is very rewarding to see little bits of progress here and there.
Dema: Yes! Do you have any go-to color schemes, or palettes you gravitate to?
Ascindio: Oowhoho yesss. It's funny you can see my main color palette shift over time when you look at all my pieces in chronological order. Right now I'm very into nature sunset color schemes. For example:
I actually have a Coolors chrome extension, so when I open a new tab it goes to a randomly selected color palette.
Dema: Oooh so very saturated, very warm?
Ascindio: Lots of purple, blue, pink, and green, with a bit of gold.
Dema: Lovely! Thank you for sharing so many great tips and rec's, as well as for taking the time to talk to me today!
Ascindio: Thank You! It was very fun!
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Hello! Long time lurker. I've really enjoyed reading your work and especially love Heart is a Muscle and the way you characterise all the different relationships in it! My ask is how do you think Byakuya finds out about RenRuki. I feel like it would be one of those moments where subconsciously he'd see it coming but at the same time still be caught of guard and manage to be very Byakuya about it.
This was one of those where I wasn't quite sure if it was an ask or a fic request, but the fact is I have an old chunk of story sitting around that addresses this very question. I guess I intended to someday throw this into some post-Heart is a Muscle story, and maybe I still will, but who knows if I'm ever going to get there, so you can have it now. Takes place after everyone gets home from the Blood War (where Rukia and Renji had to confess to each other in the middle of bankai training because I thought it would be cool it was weighing on their hearts)
(I wrote this in 2019 and gave it only light edits)
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The sun was starting to go down when Kuchiki Byakuya arrived at Practice Field #3. On a normal day, work hours would be long over, although one might find an industrious officer out in this part of the division grounds, training on their own, or a few of the younger ones playing a game of pick-up football. Tonight, it was quiet.
It had been nine days since Kurosaki Ichigo had defeated Yhwach.
A young human girl was perched on the fence surrounding the field, chatting animatedly with Byakuya's ridiculous adjutant, who snapped to attention when he sensed the approach of his commanding officer.
"Good evening, sir!" Abarai Renji barked. "Thank you for agreeing to this! I hope you don't mind, but I asked Inoue Orihime to come."
The girl hopped off the fence and bowed deeply. "Hello, again, Captain Kuchiki, sir!"
"Worried that I won't hold back?" Byakuya asked with a coolly raised eyebrow.
"Oh, I know you won't," Renji replied. "She's here so that I don't hold back."
Byakuya guffawed, and one side of his mouth quirked up. "Congratulations, Lieutenant. You've finally managed to say something humorous."
"You feeling good today, sir?" Renji asked, just a tinge of concern in his voice. "You feeling up for this?"
"I am fully recovered, thank you," Byakuya sniffed. "Yourself?"
"Feelin' good, sir."
"Then let us begin."
"Oh, one last thing, Captain. Would you mind leaving your scarf with Orihime, here? I wouldn't wanna get my blood all over another one."
"Truly, Lieutenant, you are on a roll today," Byakuya noted, unwinding the scarf from his neck and draping it around Orihime's.
"Oooh, it's so light!" Orihime cooed. "It's like nothing!"
"I'll tell Kurosaki to get you one for your birthday," Renji teased.
"Are you ready now?" Byakuya demanded.
"Yep, enough stallin'. Let's do this."
Orihime hopped back up on the fence and called up a shield in front of herself. "Good luck, Renji!" she called.
Abarai shot her a wink and took up his position on the field.
Byakuya placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, but did not draw it.
Abarai drew his and silently released into shikai. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. "Might wanna release, sir."
"I shall be the judge of that."
Renji gave a little nod. "As y'like. BANKAI!"
It was common knowledge that Abarai had unlocked a second level to his bankai in the Royal Realm. Byakuya was looking forward to seeing it actually, but he wasn't particularly concerned about it.
Byakuya knew quite a bit about zanpakutou and their releases. It did happen occasionally that a sword would reveal itself in stages, but it tended to retain its essential character.
Hihiou Zabimaru was an excellent bankai, powerful and versatile. It required immense spiritual pressure, iron concentration and significant amount of mental bookkeeping, Byakuya was given to understand. It had served Abarai well in his ill-advised hijinks up until now, but the fact was, it would not be truly formidable until Abarai himself had another half-century or so under his belt. It was too bulky, too finicky, too fragile. There was no other way to master bankai like that, only experience. Byakuya knew a quite bit about bankai like that, himself.
Abarai launched himself at his captain, blade swinging.
Byakuya went to shikai as he drew his zanpakutou, petals pouring forth from his sheath and forming a shield in front of him.
Abarai's blade sliced right through it.
Byakuya flash-stepped away, sweeping Senbonzakura's blades into a more solid foundation, only to find them knocked out of the way by a giant skeletal hand. Another flash step, another regrouping, and Abarai was there again.
Suddenly, it dawned on him. Hihio Zabimaru had been a joke. A prank. A giant, heavy, impossible-to-use freight train that Abarai had taken in stride, as he did every other misfortune that fate heaped upon him. It was a shadow, an echo of Abarai's real bankai.
So-oh Zabimaru also took immense spiritual pressure to summon, that much was still true. But the bulk, the unwieldy mass was gone. It was as if though Abarai's new spiritual armor was plugged directly into his spinal column. It moved with him weightlessly, astonishingly fast.
Something else had changed, too. Something about Abarai's spiritual pressure. It was more unified, more focused, more together. For the first time out of the many, many times Byakuya had fought his lieutenant, he did not feel like he was being attacked by an angry, flailing youth, but that he was facing a worthy adversary.
Byakuya was being pressed harder and harder to defend against Abarai's assault.
And the fact was, he was not fine.
The injuries inflicted on him by As Nodt were grievous. He was lucky to be alive, and if it weren't for Kirinji's healing springs, he probably wouldn't even be able to summon his zanpakutou. His soul was damaged, and although he had made a miraculous recovery, he was not completely made whole. His speed was close to what it once was, and his bond with Senbonzakura was as strong as ever, but his power and endurance were greatly compromised. He could go to bankai if needed, but it was extremely taxing, and Shuukei Hakuteiken was, at the moment, out of his reach.
He thought it wouldn't matter.
Abarai had never even come close to beating him.
Abarai wouldn't notice such a weakness and furthermore, was too sentimental to exploit such a--
He had brought Inoue.
Abarai knew exactly what he was doing.
âBANKAI!â Byakuya called out.
Abarai smirked. âYou shouldna let me get that head start, Captain.â
---
"Renji, he's waking up!"
The world swam into view, tinted orange.
"Hey, Captain!" Abarai's grating bark rang out. "How you feel?"
"I feel fine," Byakuya snapped, starting to sit up.
"Lie down please, I'm almost done, but not quite," Orihime said firmly.
Byakuya put his head back down on the ground, and replayed the last few moments of the fight in his head.
Abarai had come out aggressively, going to bankai immediately. He had never allowed Byakuya to gain a solid footing, and pulled out his strongest attack, which Byakuya had never seen, as soon as he possibly could. Byakuya hadnât even been able to get a good look at it, he only had the impression of fangs before becoming completely overwhelmed. Abarai, who knew his attack patterns, who knew that it took him a minute or two to work up a full head of steam, had bet everything he had on defeating Byakuya immediately and it had worked.
It had been a rout, an utter humiliation.
Byakuya could still beat his adjutant, surely, but he could no longer plow him over with superior strength, and certainly not in his degraded condition. He was going to need to think up counterstrategies. And some of them were not going to work.
He looked down at his chest and realized that his shihakushou had been sliced from shoulder to hip, and was soaked, absolutely drenched with blood.
"You didn't cut me in half, did you?" he sneered.
"No, you were definitely all still, um, attached," Renji clarified.
"Not by much, though," Orihime mumbled.
Renji nudged her firmly in the shoulder.
Orihime waved her hands, and the healing bubble collapsed into nothingness. "All done!"
Abarai held out a hand. With a twinge of reluctance, Byakuya took it, and let the younger man haul him to his feet.
Orihime scrambled up, pulling the scarf over her head, and offered it back. "Thanks for letting me watch! That was a really fun fight! You're both so, so strong and it's so much nicer when no one actually wants to kill each other."
"Hey, we don't wanna keep everyone waiting, right, 'Hime?" Renji said, glancing sideways at his captain. "We got dinner plans, everyone's leavin' tomorrow."
"Yes, Rukia mentioned it," Byakuya replied dryly.
"You okay to--"
"Stop checking on me, you fool. I have said I am well and I dislike repeating myself."
Renji nodded quickly. "Thanks for the fight, sir. I'll see you in the morning."
Three hours later, Byakuya sat in his office.
He was thinking.
He was thinking about the current state of the Gotei 13, the captain-less squads, the loss of highly seated officers. He was thinking about his Third Seat, who had never exactly been lieutenant material and was currently on medical leave after having his sword-arm completely reconstructed.
Byakuya looked up at the sound of the door opening.
"Uh, hi, Captain," Abarai said, clearly surprised to see him. "What are you doing here so late?"
"This is my office, is it not?" Byakuya snapped.
"Well, sure," Abarai replied, walking over to his own desk. "I left my sunglasses here," he explained, sticking them on top of his head.
"It's dark out," Byakuya pointed out.
"I'll need 'em in the morning," Renji shrugged. He frowned thoughtfully, then pulled open his filing cabinet and withdrew a folder. "Speaking of which, I was gonna give you this tomorrow, but as long as we're both here..."
He crossed the room and extended it.
Gingerly, Byakuya took it, then squinted at the notation on the tab. "Strongly Worded Letters to the Management of Squad 11?"
Abarai's eyes widened. "Oh, no, that was just to keep people from poking around. It's actually...well, it's pretty obvious what it is," he finished lamely.
"You aren't ready,"' Byakuya snarled.
"I'm...what?"
"Yes, your new bankai is very powerful, it is true. But just because you have run roughshod over a few enemies with it hardly means you're ready to strike out on your own. You need more training, more control. A bankai like that can land you in hot water as well as it can save you. Furthermore, there's a shortage of competent lieutenants, it would be foolhardy indeed for you to set forth without experienced backup, and don't tell me you're even thinking of the Seventh. I have heard how you and Lieutenant Iba are when you two are unsupervised."
Abarai's face was twisted in utter befuddlement. "Sir, what are you talking about?"
Byakuya flipped the folder open and stared at the neat stack of papers within. "This isn't an Intent to Test for the Captains' Exam," he said, taken aback.
Renji made a choking noise. "No, sir! Cripes, sir, I just got a new bankai, why would I leave? I need you to help me learn to use it. An' I wouldn't leave you, anyway, not while you're still, you know. From the As Nodt thing. Also, who the hell wants to be captain of anywhere but the Sixth?" His voice rose steadily in both volume and pitch as he babbled.
"There is no need to shout, Lieutenant," Byakuya frowned, looking down again at the stack of papers.
It was a copy of form RHCA-48-006-C, an application to become a Family-Approved Suitor.
Stupidly, Byakuya's eyes drifted over the names written into the form's blank spaces. "With the submission of this form, Abarai Renji, Assistant Captain of the Sixth Division of the Gotei 13," (did he really need to write all that out? It barely fit in the space) "requests the approval of the Kuchiki family to court Lady Kuchiki Rukia, Assistant Captain of the Thirteenth and First Daughter of the Kuchiki."
Oh.
Oh.
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Byakuya sat in the garden, on the bench near the koi pond. His brain was chasing about in aimless circles, much like the fish in the pond.
"Brother?"
He looked up from the water. His sister was still dressed, despite the late hour. Byakuya recalled that she had been out earlier with Abarai and their human friends. Her hair and makeup was different from the way she wore it for formal events, sharper, wilder. It seemed surreal that parts of the city had been reduced to dust, while others had come through virtually untouched. That despite it all, life continued on.
"Are you alright?" Rukia asked, her brow creased with worry.
Byakuya smiled at her gently, affectionately. He thought about the great lengths he had once gone to protect her from the world, and now she, a woman with one of the most beautiful and deadly bankai he had ever seen, was fussing over him.
"I am fine, Rukia," he reassured her. "Will you sit with me?"
He had expected her to perch at the other end of the bench, a nervous bird, always ready to take flight. Instead, she sat close to him, and with an egregious disregard for propriety, took one of his hands between her own, holding it in her lap. "Renji's sorry, you know. He thought he should have waited another week or two, but I said--"
"He should not be,â Byakuya said stiffly. âAnother week or two would have made no difference. I do not wish to speak of it further."
"Did you have something to eat--"
"Did you know that my lieutenant is in love with you?"
It was dark, so he couldn't see if Rukia's cheeks turned pink, but he did catch the shy smile that crossed her lips before she turned her face away self-consciously. Long ago, he had caused her normally unflappable sister to make that face once, maybe twice. It was possibly his greatest achievement.
"He, ah, mentioned something to that effect the other day,"
Byakuya was fairly certain that Abarai wouldn't have proceeded without Rukia's buy-in, but he felt it prudent to double-check. "I take it you... reciprocate?"
She made a pleased little hum. "He only happened to mention it at all because I had just told him that I was in love with him."
Byakuya often enjoyed whimsically deriding his ridiculously hardworking and absurdly devoted adjutant, even more so in the presence of his sister, whose affection for the man had long been obvious, if not the degree of it. But he couldn't bring himself to make jokes, not right now.
"You do not need my permission to take up with him romantically," he pointed out. "You and I have had a long-standing agreement, that as long as you were discreet about it--"
"Renji and I don't want that," Rukia interrupted. "I mean, we do. We do want to take up romantically." She made an odd face at having to say the phrase out loud. "But you're very important to both of us. We wanted you to know. We⊠wanted you to approve."
Byakuya glanced over at the young woman who he had adopted so many years ago, and yet, had only recently become his sister. She was, in so many ways, much like himself in his youth. Brash. Stubborn. Willful. Too brilliant by half. Byakuya adjusted his hand in hers, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"You know I am a sentimental fool," he began, and Rukia turned to look at him again with an expression he couldn't quite parse. "I think it is embarrassingly obvious how fond I am of both of you."
Emotion broke over Rukia's face. "It is not, Brother," she tried to scold him, though her voice cracked at the end.
"He hardly deserves you," Byakuya went on.
Rukia rolled her eyes. "The two of you are so--"
"But at least he acknowledges that, and seeks to remedy it," Byakuya ignored her. "I shall be watching closely to make sure he does not become complacent, but if he continues on his current trajectory, he may eventually become worth your affection."
"So, are you going to approve his stupid form?" Rukia asked.
"That," replied Byakuya, "is a different matter."
"Oh," Rukia said softly.
"Becoming a Family-Approved Suitor has nothing to do with whether or not I like him. It is an opening of negotiations, a proof of suitability for marriage. Surely, you two don'tâŠ" He trailed off when he saw Rukia looking away again.
"We've only just started figuring this out," she admitted. "But it's not...out of the question."
"Oh," Byakuya replied. He'd always had the distinct impression that his sister had little interest in matrimony, although he knew as well as anyone the difference the "who" of the equation could make.
"That presents...a difficulty," he admitted. "The Family would not take it well. They already think I have been too selfish in these matters.â
âThatâs so short-sighted,â Rukia muttered. âSo he doesnât have much money or a name that goes six generations back. Heâs got bankai. Heâs incredibly strong. The family hasnât even produced anyone who can pass the vice-captainâs exam in the last hundred years.â
"You misunderstand me, Sister," he clarified. "Bringing Abarai into the family would be a tremendous benefit to me, personally. I lack for neither money nor familial pedigree. The only thing I lack is a family line. A young man of immense spiritual pressure, with no family ties of his own, and an inexplicably fierce loyalty to myself would be of great benefit to our line and perhaps to our family as a whole. It would not be very advantageous to those who are jostling to prove themselves the best among a number of poor choices. The family has not been to war in a long time, and many forget how important it is to maintain our strength. I have not forgotten.â
Rukiaâs eyes widened. âYou wouldnât name himâŠâ
Byakuya made a horrified face. âOf course not.â He frowned. âNot for the family. But the Captain of the Sixth need not also be the head of the family. I told the Head Captain a year ago he was the only one I trusted to replace me in that regard, although I doubted my posthumous opinion would be respected. I suppose I should tell Kyouraku the same. This would make things a bit smoother, I suppose.â He was quiet for a moment. âI will need to think on this. I might.... I might need to talk to Grandfather. I⊠will do what I can.â
Rukia eased her hand from his, and slid her arms around his waist and leaned into his side. âThank you, Brother. I love you.â
Byakuya closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He hardly deserved her, either. He pulled one arm out of her hug and rested it gently around her shoulder. âThank you, Rukia,â he said softly. Another deep breath. âI love you, too.â
Her only response was to hug him just the teeniest bit harder.
#renruki#byakuya kuchiki#renji abarai#rukia kuchiki#1M words request event#my writing#this is cheating because i wrote this ages ago#but i felt bad for taking too long on my current request so please enjoy this one to tide you over#i have always been very fond of it#you can definitely see the. like. where 4 of my other fanfics came out of this one#also sorry if it doesn't have a great story cadence it wasn't really meant to stand alone but ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
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What to Expect Coming Up
I am still sick, but thought itâd be fun to mention all the projects I have going on and my sort of process.
Iâve gotten into the flow of 3 art -> animate an hour -> 3 art -> reference sheet; and repeat! Now the â3 artâ doesnât include warm-ups, which Iâll discuss in a moment. This usually varies but does have a pattern of priority to it.
Commissions (none atm, but one has discussed interest) -> Deadline art (contest entries, featured character, birthday gifts) -> âRequiredâ art (raffle prizes [2 remain], Benrey project, 11 Bulbasaur gifts, 42 late Artfight attacks) -> Other stuff
When it comes to warm-ups, Iâve gone 32 times in a row of purely HLVRAI. Itâll still be thrown in the mix, but Iâd like to add Pokemon and OCs as a chance too! Warm-ups include any requests I get, and those increase in chance the longer theyâre there. Meanwhile thereâs still the chance my random wheel will choose something like âSunkistâ three days in a row lol.
Now to discuss all the projects! First off, my next three art will be: raffle prize, a small special RTVS animation, and a doodle of my next hyperfixation which Iâll then open up for requests as well!
HLVRAI
âCabinet Manâ Animatic: A more long-term project thatâs fully storyboarded so far, but I plan on making rendered (or at least colored) illustrations for.
I have two parts in my Multi-Animator-Project! One part is Benrey and Gordon focused, while the other part is Tommy, Bubby, and Coomer focused, so I get to animate the whole Science Team and that excites me!! (One part still open by the way, hint hint.) The MAP itself is a third of the way complete letâs goooooo!
Other animation projects include: âTwo Birdsâ Tommy and Benrey friendship animatic (fully written), âEighth Wonderâ Tommy animatic (just an idea, focusing on the others first), and occasional clips or mini animations.
Benrey Fanart (and then the other characters too!): I have 12 people left to reach out to, but I gotta do it slowly so my account doesnât get shadowbanned again (that was scary ngl). But once I do, the sign-up post will be updated regularly as I work and Iâll DM everyone individually as I finish theirs!
@sweetvoicecafe ! I am very excited to get this up and running! I have 3 references remaining, and then I can work on the introductory comic. (I mayyyyyyyy call for voice actors.)
HLVRAI-based OCs: This is a more minor thing, but I want to finish 9 more designs before Artfight, as Iâve only finished Joshie.
Pokemon
Itâll be a while longer until itâs ready, but Iâd like to restart my Shiny Living Dex Challenge. And itâll no longer be discord only, Iâll extend it to tumblr as well! Especially since thereâs art prizes involved.
I have 11 remaining Bulbasaur/Ivysaur/Venusaur gifts to finish!
The occasional warmup, request, doodle, etc.
âClose Up Memeâ Phanthop AU Animatic that I would love to polish and color.
âNever Love an Anchorâ Hop and Leon animatic that I have indeed started (just an animatic this time, not polished)
Iâve started releasing collab (with @mr-web ) Art Podcasts on my youtube channel hint hint ;)
Misc.
Streams: Over on my Twitch (same name): I stream weekly (maybe more, depending on my new work schedule, just finished moving after all). At the moment, Iâm taking turns with Half Life (nearly done with game one) and Omori (collab with Doglord15). Soon itâll (hopefully) include Pokemon, but Iâd also like to try Undertale Yellow, Portal, Hollow Knight, and more! As well as a return to art streams, thatâd be cool.
Artfight Prep: I am mostly done, but remaining I have: 3 SVC refs, 9 HLVRAI OC refs, and fully updating my spreadsheet, which will also be updated on tumblr! (I may do this today, as itâs something I can do while bed-ridden.) Plus the 42 leftover revenges.
Among Us âBark Barkâ Animatic: nearly 3 years in the works but itâs chugging . . . there were complications with the cameos involved that hurt my motivation and the progress, but itâs still in the works hahaâŠ
âHaunted Houseâ Vent Animatic: This is 2/3s of the way complete! As itâs something personal, I worked on it quickly after a certain event, but Iâd still like to finish it. <3
New Hyperfixation: Surprise reveal! Itâs Wreck-It Ralph (and specifically Heroâs Cuties). It wonât be a huge thing, but Iâd like to doodle here and there, open requests for it, and draw up three AU designs that have been in my mind for nearly 13 years.
@theairshipexperiment : Yes yes, I knowwwwwwwwwwwww yâall are mad at me. Itâs been three years and I still get people upset that it hasnât continued. Itâs not completely canceled, just very very slowww. Iâm nearly done writing chapter 3, but that means thereâs 7 chapters to go. At least Iâve started giving myself completely random reminders for times to write haha. Itâs my only writing project atm, but writing takes so much more effort from me than art, Iâm sorry.
@absurdamongus : Very low on my list, but I still enjoy their designs and would one day like to continue finishing their refs and maybe reopen an ask blog. An animated series would still be cool, but itâd be a long way off if so.
So yeah, a lot of projects and a lot of excitement! Iâm going at a fair pace (when Iâm not sick) and art continues to be my passion! <3
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Post Veilguard high thoughts
Firstly, I LOVED LUCANIS. Despite my grievances below I can't help but love the game, and I'm high on copium on what potential future DA games could look like if they actually focused more on the fffff FUCKING ROLEPLAYING!!!!!!!! aspect of this game than an action adventure!!! UGH lol. I LOVED playing Armas so much tho and ultimately my affection for this game ties into that. I know I'm wearing red-tinted glasses. I know I am cringe but... I am free. I LOVED LUCANIS. Playing a Rook who was more stern towards people really helped balance the overall 'uwu live laugh love' tone the game was forcing. I think I can count on one hand the amount of times I selected the 'nice' options in this game. You can't be an evil dickhead or anything but it helped and made it far more tolerable and enjoyable. Slap in 'a Crow has to be a little unhinged since they murder for a living' headcanon and I came up with a recipe that tied together nicely. I truly don't think I can play a nice character in this game bc I'd kms sorry LMAO (but maybe that's also just me because I like playing bastards) And did I mention I loved Lucanis?
If you want to read a bit more detailed opinions it's below:
1) I loved the gameplay! The animations and detail to the animations were STELLAR. I feel like they really nailed the gameplay aspect in this game. I loved the level exploration, the specializations/talent system, the companion leveling, and the combat was amazing. I liked a lot of the OST. I really loved playing a rogue SO much I'm really excited to see how warrior feels. I really loved seeing the little codex entries with Dorian, seeing the Inquisitor again, and even Solas đ I think the major story missions like Weisshaupt, some companion quests and the last 3 hours of the game with its suicide mission was SO fun. HOWEVER.....
2) A lot of my frustrations with the writing largely comes from lack of nuance and deeper exploration. There is no mature explorations of these stories and topics because it all feels sanitized. There are dark portions to this game (the Blight especially, loved all that) but a large portion of story beats that try to explore its depths simply fall flat on its face because it all comes down to "every bad or evil thing is because of the evil gods and cultists." For example, racism, classism, slavery etc etc is shown to be enforced only by the Venatori and not the oppressive ruling class of mages or even other citizens in Minrathous is my biggest gripe. We walk into a literal police state in the first 10mins of the game where you see a giant beam shining down on a citizen being arrested and none of that oppression truly gets explored afterwards. I digress lol. 2-a) I think this also comes down to the scope of the story getting so large and ahead of itself there was never really a chance to let it breathe. It doesn't ground you or your character to the world where your Rook reacts to these situations more personally. Environmental storytelling is done well for the most part but the game really needed to dig deeper in a more personal roleplaying experience explored in side quests.
2-b) Character dialogue was WAY too modernized, there are few opportunities to talk to them, and conflict with them was absolutely nonexistent or minimal. MY team of people trying to save Thedas would never know what positive affirmation, mental health and group therapy is!! sorry but god dammit what da hell is this!!! Still, I did love all the companions though overall.
3) I expected more out of the lore. Even without worldstates no longer really being relevant (which I am willing to let go of). Like, we had heard so much about Tevinter and Antiva but we never got to really sink our teeth into their societies at all. There is so much rich lore there to explore that gets glossed over. Which again just goes back to 2-a lol.
4) Lucanis romance was SO lovely but suffered from lack of content that left much to be desired. His romance feels unfinished, which makes sense given he suffered from multiple rewrites and his writer was also let go in the middle of production. I have heard a lot of the romances suffer from feeling incomplete or lackluster too.
#I could dig in so much deeper into a lot of these points but i'd drive the whole dash crazy (and myself) so I shant#anyways#will play again. gonna do Milana as rook now :) because i think the HoF deserved to be here :) as a treat <3#veilguard spoilers#aev plays da4#da4 spoilers#lucanis babygirl dont worry i will save you from your writers. i know you.
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HEEEEEEEY
Whenever someone makes fan art for me, I wanna cry cause WHAT I LOVE Y'ALL WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKE MY STUFF ENOUGH TO WANT TO DRAW IT I'M JUST A SILLY LITTLE RAT IN A TRENCH COAT ATP
(my third meeting for today got cancelled and my payroll is basically done so I'm likely going to be extra loud on here for the next 2-4 business hours (after I finish catching up on this fic))
I CAUGHT UP AND AM DOING HOMEWORK ON FUCKING PARALLAXES LIKE WHAT
I kinda wanna work on Revelations... Ignoring the voices fr rn
3:55 update, guys they fucked around and made my homework like, fun??? --- specifically the kind of fun that my neurodivergent lore-hungry ass dies for. WHY DID THEY DO THAT?? WHY AM I MAD THAT I HAVE TO DO SHIT THAT ISN'T MY HOMEWORK RIGHT NOW????
5:49, I just want you guys to know, since the game has been concepted, I will randomly just think about the ships in it, especially now that they're all tagged, and I just laugh about the fact that I literally own majority of the ship tags. And like, another two of them, I am like one of the only people who actively writes them. And that's genuinely so fucking funny to me like I always get a laugh out of that.
Don't ask me where I got them because they wrote themselves. (Except for Damien/Brimmy, and yes, there is a huge rant about it ready for the day someone opens up the Pandora's box of "how the fuck did you get a ship out of that??" I mean, it also wrote itself, but in a completely different way and there is a very clear cut progression from me having no idea who the fuck Brimmy was literally not even a year ago to them being one of my favorite doomed ships to write.)
But I bring this up because I'm killing time and laughing over this at the moment.
BUT AT SOME POINT I DO WANT TO POST A POLL BC I GEN WANNA KNOW WHAT Y'ALLS FAVORITE SHIP THAT I HAVE (QUESTIONABLY) CREATED IS. LIKE I'M SO FUCKING NOSY BC I HAVE ONES THAT LIKE--- I love as I live and breathe. And then there are ones that just like, fit for the story, are me playing around with dynamics bc I take nothing seriously and sometimes I just do that, or some other random fucking reason I've put a ship together (for example, the ship isn't even real, they're just being forced together for the sake of a manufactured story within a story, and this example is so not super specific and has nothing to do with anything I've ever written, am writing, or will write in the future).
I got off topic. Whatever. I'm taking my leave to go act like a village idiot because it's literally halloween.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE.<3
I MAY OR MAY NOT COME BACK TO DRUNKENLY POST--
Holy shit it's Friday tonight????
Let's fucking go I guess???
ANYWAYS MAY OR MAY NOT COME BACK TO DRUNKENLY POST AN ANSWER LATER.
Also p.s. if anyone's actually reading An Answer,
A. do you want to beta???? pretty please????
B. did you fall into my trap??? are you completely put off by the creek in it yet??? wait idk how far I even am post wise. WHATEVER MY POINT STANDS BC IT'S NOT EVEN JUST THE CREEK. ARE YOU PUT OFF BY THE STORY AND THE WAY IT'S BEING TOLD AND THE WAY THE CHARACTERS ACT?????
I really fucking hope so cause that's like the whole point LMAOOOO LIKE An Answer was so experimental on my part which in hindsight was maybe a bad idea because like-- we rarely get Mysterion being the villain and I was like
oh let me try something I've NEVER done before!!!
hope it carries!!!
but in the same breath, I don't really care because it will never be that serious and Kenny is also the villain in the Trin series. Maybe. Questionably. Kind of. At some point.
AND WITH THAT I'VE ACTUALLY SAID TOO MUCH BYE FOR NOW<3
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So my RainCode fanfic, Home is Where the Heart Is officially has illustrations added to it! đâš
Courtesy of my friend @kazinsblog who illustrated my entire fic for me in comic form. Check it out here!
The image shared here was also drawn by her, it was an alternative title page but it was too cute to not share⊠>w< This scene is practically the summary of the story <3
SoâŠallow me to ramble about my fic for a while.
Home is Where The Heart is (Or HIWTHI for short) was the first fanfic of Raincode I ever wrote. As someone who ONLY specializes in sickfics, I usually write one per fixation targeting my fave every single time. But the moment I saw how pathetic Yuma was throughout the game, I was practically ready to get to work the minute I finished the game in July 2023, I practically wrote down the summary on an hour plane flight I took.
Truth be told, I was actually super nervous to write this fic. I would be the third person in the fandom to write a sickfic of this series, two others sadly beating me xâD So I was super nervous since the fandom was still so new. I feared I wouldnât write any of these characters well enough. So before I wrote it, I played the game a second time and tried to study everyoneâs personalities, mannerisms, and tried seeing how theyâd think and react to a mildly drastic situation.
When I started to write it for the first time I got writers block quite a lot⊠Especially with Fubuki. I mostly got my ideas for each of the master detectives individual mission chapters whenever I took outdoor walks. (mainly because writing anything not related to the sick whump itself is harder for me xD so Viviaâs chapter was the easiest to write lol)
But once I was finished I was very excited to post it. And I never thought it would do as well as it did! In a way, this fanfic is what truly established my place in the fandom. It defines me as well as what kind of content I enjoy doing. Iâve never had my writing get this much attention before. And it made me so happy⊠;w;
And now it even has an illustrated comic based off it. To think my silly little idea I came up with last summer, would find such a place among the community⊠It practically defines my place among the RC fandom.
Thank you everyone đ
This fic is officially my favorite one Iâve ever written. đ„čâš
#whumpcode#rain code#master detective archives: rain code#not my art#pixelfics#sickfic#sick comfort#fanfiction#mdarc#yuma kokohead#yakou furio#desuhiko thunderbolt#halara nightmare#fubuki clockford#vivia twilight#kurumi wendy#JUST RAMBLING#AND PLEASE GO GIVE MY UPDATED FIC A LOOK#IT LOOKS SO MUCH NICER NOW!!#almost like reading a light novel!#i canât thank Kazin enough for bringing my story to life!#i love it so much more now <3#ima be gone for a bit cause im celebrating my bday irl a day late
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Early âReviewâ ig of Rush Week
So first of all, itâs bugged completely. They fixed the lobbies about 10 minutes ago, but for the first two hours you were lucky to get into a single match, and lobbies were lasting ages + the penalty for leaving a lobby early was bugged and would last longer than 3 minutes. Again, itâs fixed now but thatâs super annoying.
Another bug is the lighting. The sorority girls hair shows up completely textureless and white, the actual lighting itself is so bright it looks like everybody has a maximum brightness spotlight pointed at them. This also applies to the regular mode but without the white hair.
The audio is fucked. First of all, the opening cutscene has no audio except for the girl screaming and itâs so jarring. Johnny is completely silent, the car is silent, the door is silent, the radio is silent, thereâs no background music at all, itâs just bleh. Obviously this is a bug but itâs so off-putting.
Continuing on from my last point, Iâm pretty sure the in-game audio is bugged too. The girls do have voice lines and screaming sounds, and Johnny does have his exhausted and groaning sounds but Johnny has no normal voice lines and the sorority girls make no noise when theyâre being killed. Theyâre 100% supposed to be screaming but theyâre silent for some reason. Johnny having no voice lines Iâm not even sure is a bug. I hope it is, because it is jarring with Johnny staying completely silent all game, especially since the VA posted on Twitter about recording new lines. I canât hear them at all because of the audio bug. It also inadvertently makes the game harder for the girls because you cannot hear Johnny coming at all, unless you have the radius go off (and even that disappears after he gets a single kill.)
Ignoring the bugs that will likely get fixed soon, how does the rest of the game fair? Well on a positive note the vibes are immaculate. The gameplay has the aesthetics of Black Christmas and Halloween combined and it works so nice as a love letter to slasher/giallo.
The game is actually somewhat scary, since Johnny can very easily kill you. It only takes 2 hits to die, and because thereâs no skill tree or perks, you canât do anything about this. Every girl plays the same which is both a good thing and a bad thing. It doesnât make it very unique, but it does mean the 6 girls canât gang up and bully the 1 killer.
Speaking of, you canât queue up with friends, which is lame. I kinda understood it when the game mode was first teased because 6 friends on comms against 1 poor killer would be unbalanced, but the killer is so strong he can basically instakill everybody so even if you were playing with friends itâs not like you could effectively bully Johnny. I guess you could rush together but thatâs not the same.
Anyways, another complaint I have is the lack of actual story. Iâve always praised the TCM game for its incredible lore and how it ties into the films, and a game mode focused on one of the games original characters being uniquely different to TCM in general was interesting. The only âloreâ we get is that Johnny continued killing college girls, which we already knew because he was doing it before TCM. Iâm hoping the bugged voice lines actually include any lore at all, even if itâs something as simple as Johnny getting annoyed that Sally survived and the Slaughter Family had to go into hiding.
Another thing with the lore (or lack thereof) is that the girls have no names, no character nothing. They donât matter in the slightest, and I understand theyâre simply victims for this game mode and giving them actual characteristics would mean theyâd be a part of the bigger lore, but like⊠Even the Friday the 13th game, that had basically no lore, gave their counsellors names, and tiny lore (like two counsellors dating.) Here we get nothing, no names, no lore, just a sorority house name.
We also donât even know what the fuck is really going on. Johnny just sneaks into a house and starts killing everybody for shits and giggles. I get heâs a serial killer but why did he do that? Thereâs 6 girls running around a huge mansion, he couldâve gone and killed literally anybody else. Itâs also funny because whenever the police are called he just leaves lmao.
The gameplay is so lazy in my opinion. The perfume is just Virginiaâs powder, the knife is just a less useful bone scrap, and the unlock tools are futile. Thereâs like, two times you want to use the unlock tool, once for the fuse and once for the basement door, both are not mandatory.
Going back to the lack of stats, I feel this was a wrong move. They shouldâve made it like F13, where every character had set stats you couldnât change, that way itâs still fair but also unique.
TL;DR: The game mode is buggy, it adds nothing to the story, and plays like a less fun, lazy rehash of Friday the 13th and TCM, but the aesthetics are nice.
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