#fuck electron apps

[mochirialgworl]

oh thank god i can still play the sims medieval

[miserye]

Normalize sending slightly bitchy emails to colleges to get them to hurry the fuck up and process the shit you sent to them literally weeks ago

[netscapenavigator-official]

If EA actually forces Mac players to make the switch from Origin to the EA App, and it's a worse experience, I'm literally going back to the old method I used to play that game with: Using a cracked, pirated copy to play The Sims 4, DRM-free, through CrossOver.

[sarah-sandwich]

Who would like to join me in setting the EA app on fire

[momoception]

"This didn't work, try again. If the problem persist, you might have to use a different payment method or try again later"

I've been having this problem with the EA App for about two months now, it didn't bother me before because I didn't want to spend more money on the game, but now with the new pack, and the discounts I actually wanted to add that and the ranch pack to my game, and some kits, but I just can't.

EA Help doesn't actually help either, and I'm pretty sure I opened a case about this last month but now it doesn't show anywhere.

I'm terribly sad because I know there's no other legal way to get the upcoming releases if this things isn't accepting ANY of my cards (I've tried three different ones, o different dates.) And they don't sell EA gift cards in my country.

I wanted to know if someone else is having this problem. And also if it's posible to sell that account cause LOL I'm tired of EA's bullsh*t. I'd try with Steam if that didn't mean start all over from zero.

[redflagshipwriter]

Fast Car Chapter One (of four)

Masterpost

Danny hit the brakes hard and veered into a bicycle lane with a very Fenton sort of style and disregard for physics. He dodged the gunman in the carpool lane. He stuck his tongue out as he passed and then steered back into the right lane once he’d cleared the pedestrian. 

It turned out that Gotham rewarded the sort of drivers forged in the crucible of the Fenton tactical GAV, which was great. Jazz had gotten a job as a barista for her third year at Gotham U, so he had inherited the car that she had used as a delivery driver. She’d even somehow managed to pay the taxes on it despite the restraining orders that most government offices had on the Fenton family.

Jazz had been a pizza girl, but Danny wasn’t willing to work the late nights. He worked for three different rideshare companies. It was.. Well. It was a terrible way to make a living, if he was honest. It was wretched. But it worked! Until the car crapped out on him, this was a viable option to feed himself while he was enrolled full time at the university. He was available to drive early in the mornings and for a few peak hours on the weekends.

Danny brought an order of 17 coffees to a warehouse with serious ‘murders will happen here today’ vibes and whistled as he left. People in murder warehouses actually tipped pretty well. Worker solidarity or something. He left the early birds to enjoy their 3 am drinks and then idly checked the app to see if there was anyone else waiting for a ride or delivery. 

“Victor,” he read, and took a glance at the address. It was close! He snagged the request and turned on some bubblegum pop to enhance the ride over. 

He saw a man standing outside, haunting a storefront with metal shutters pulled down. Must be the guy! Danny pulled over, checked the app, and then furrowed his eyebrows. Huh. Seemed wrong. He fixed his face before he looked back over. 

In the app, Victor didn’t look especially young or fit. In person, he was easily over 6 feet tall and lugged a huge bulky bag like it weighed nothing. 

He also had a giant ugly motorcycle helmet with the vague impression of a caveman brow ridge built into it. Danny hid his judgmental thoughts and rolled down the window to chirp, “Hi! Victor?”

“That’s me.” Victor sounded like he was auditioning for the Deft Punks, electronics grinding out his voice to a silly robot autotune. Danny hid the way his lips wanted to tremble. You can’t laugh at clients. “Can I put this in the trunk?”

Danny hated that. “Go for it.” He opened the trunk with the button and hid his real thoughts. He didn’t like people using the trunk. Why not just put it in the backseat like a normal person? There was enough room for a person and a bag there.

‘Is there enough room for this guy, actually?’ Danny wondered, looking Victor up and down subtly. Were his shoulders padded or was he actually built like that? Bizarre. 

He had the sense that Victor was tense.

‘Ah., fuck. He caught me checking out his shoulders.’

Danny cleared his throat and whipped his face forwards again. “Normally I say to sit in the backseat, but I'm not sure that's enough room for your legs. Either is fine.” 

Victor took him up on the front seat option and readjusted the passenger seat back with a casual ease. 

Danny waited a moment.

Victor cocked his head at him.

“Seatbelt,” Danny prompted.

There was a long moment. Victor silently buckled his seatbelt. 

“Awesome.” Danny put on his turn signals and pulled out. He went slower than he preferred. He’d learned the hard way that most passengers didn’t like his driving. It was great for cutting time off when he was delivering food, but no good for nervous cargo like poor Victor here. The poor guy was so anxious that he kept his emotional support helmet on when a passenger in a car. 

Danny thoughtfully drove the speed limit and let Victor change music.

They didn’t have much to talk about. Danny didn’t mind much either way. He liked quiet rides and he liked chatting alright.

“Stop the car two blocks early,” Victor said. He pointed. “There’s fine.”

Obligingly Danny guided the car to a stop and shifted to park. He jumped out of the car. “I’ll grab your bag!” He called over his shoulder. He popped open the trunk and lifted Victor’s bag with a winning smile that said ‘I deserve a good tip.’

Victor had moved to the back of the car faster than Danny expected. He paused. He looked weirdly stiff. “Thanks.” He took the bag. “...Here’s your tip.”

“Have a wonderful day!” Danny said, pretending not to be interested in how much money it was. He waved Victor goodbye and pulled out. As soon as he was a block away he counted the bills. “Fuck yeah,” he hissed. Victor tipped like a crime boss. He stuffed them into his wallet and made a mental note of the account. He’d definitely try to accept requests from him in future.

He gave two more rides before he could go back to his shitty apartment and get ready for classes. Danny parked in the little underground garage near his place where he paid a monthly fee and jogged to his place. He got his bag and left on foot.

He had a pretty normal day. The only hiccup was that it was kind of hard to focus on his lectures when he could faintly hear what had to be every TV on campus playing the same news bulletin. Danny did his best to block it out, grimacing. Having advanced senses really sucked sometimes. If he heard the breaking news jingle one more time, he might cry. 

By the time he was free he felt pushed to his limit. He went back to his place and turned off all his electronics for some peace of mind. 

The next morning felt better. He turned on the tab that said he was available for work at 3 am and ended up bringing a huge delivery of breakfast materials to the same police station that he’d left Victor at yesterday. Danny hummed as he jogged up the concrete steps with three bulging bags of baked goods and coffee grounds. He handed them to a weary-eyed receptionist and accepted his tip without looking at it. He considered cracking a joke about them being busy and decided it was better not to.

He was still an illegal entity, after all. His parents were covering for him, but scrutiny was not his friend. He didn’t want any interaction with the police or the rogue band of detective freakazoids that ran this crime town.

Back in the car, he checked his tip. Danny clicked his tongue and made a disgusted sound. He hated cops. Cheap! There was nothing worse than being cheap.

His next customer tried to rob him at gunpoint as soon as he got in the car. Danny wrestled the gun away from him and ate it while the guy watched. “Just try and report me to the app,” Danny sneered between crunches of metal. It tasted like shit and the guy probably hadn’t washed his hands, so like, yuck. But it was a choice he was making for the intimidation factor, not because it was yummy.

‘Bet my iron intake is good now.’ Danny held out his hand. “My tip,” he said, and did not unlock the car door until the shaking wannabe carjacker had given him three dollars American money. Hell yeah. “Have a good morning.”

He went into the app and canceled the ride. There was another request waiting, so he drove to it. It wasn’t the name that the app’s request had shown, but- “Good morning, Victor!” Danny waved. “Call from a friend’s app this time?”

Victor stared at him dumbly. At least, that was Danny’s best guess of what was going on inside the helmet. “Yes.” He eventually said.

Cool, cool. Very weird. But he was an ok guy and he tipped well. “Hop in,” Danny said, and unlocked the car.

[xmultifandomsx]

jason can't use autocorrect anymore

Picture this: Jason having disabled autocorrect on all his electronics. Normally, it doesn't matter. Jason's vocabulary is spectacular and so is his spelling, it's one of those things he's always prided himself on. No one could ever tell he was from Crime Alley just looking at his essays. However, he's not perfect and sometimes it's hard to type in blood-soaked leather gloves so there's the occasional typo. It drives Bruce nuts, like really nuts. And every time he sends in a report with an accidental typo Bruce sends it back with the word highlighted in bright fucking yellow. It pisses him off to no end. So he complains about it to Dickie once after Bruce had just returned his 12 page report having highlighted 'Sucinylcholine' in yellow. Dick takes one look at it and asks, like an asshole, "Why don't you just turn on spellchecking?" Why don't you just meh meh meh, god he's such a wonder boy. And then that weasly, little snake snorts as he types away on the bat computer.

"Yeah," Drake giggles. "Why don't you?"

Jason can't help but grind his teeth, he knows exactly why. Drake is the reason he had to disable it in the first place, even if he can't prove it. It wasn't a coincidence that right after he and Tim had one of their blowout arguments, someone had changed the autocorrect on his phone so whenever he typed 'Bruce' or 'B' it changed to 'Dad' and if he typed 'Batman' it changed to 'Batdad' without his approval. And if that wasn't bad enough, they somehow managed to do the same thing on his laptop. And his burner phone. And his other burner phone. And you get the point. No matter how many times he tried to change his settings or buy new electronics the autocorrect issue remained. See, Jason isn't the most technologically advanced of his siblings but he could get by. Except when it came to smartphones, he was pretty useless when it came to the settings app on his phone. It wasn't his fault, when he died he still had a flip phone! So, try as he might he couldn't really fix it on his own and he was only slightly mortified to ask anyone else for help so he'd just turned off autocorrect and spellcheck in general.

"It doesn't matter," Jason muttered. "It's not my fault B is such a tightwad."

"I think you meant dad," the little shit giggles, taking off before Jason can reach the computer and strangle the asshole.

He fucking knew it!

(Cue Dick just staring after them confused but smiling bc his brothers are bonding)

[anjelicawrites]

Anon who sent the request for modern!dark!Aegon, obsessed with reader. Tumblr ate it! That's not stopping me from answering!!!

Aegon knows everything about you: the name of your first pet (Mr. Whiskers), how much watching cute animal TikToks makes you cry, your favorite way to make risotto (saffron with a dash of white wine). He knows you have been hoarding books you don't have time to read, and that you're trying to learn how to crochet in your spare time.

Warnings: DDDNE, stalking, disfigured Aegon, dark Aegon, obsession, non con fantasies (from Aegon to reader), masturbation, use of toys, talk of drug rape usage, voyeurism, talk of kidnapping, talk of reader becoming a basement wife, talk of a previous car accident, talk of drugs and alcohol abuse, talk of infidelity, Aegon enters reader's home to spy on them.

Read at your own risks. Be responsible for the fiction you consume!

NSFW and 18+ only please.

He knows all about the way you sound when you're pleasuring yourself, those high sobs, almost as if you're in pain, when you keep the toy against your clit, forcing another orgasm out of your body. He's learnt to know which one of the toys you're going to use, depending on the kind of porn you pick; he refuses to masturbate if he can't come with you, watching your lovely face contort with the pleasure you force upon yourself, through the screen of his laptop.

Maybe, just maybe, he could try to meet you the normal way, perhaps strike up a conversation in the elevator, or when you both are checking the mail, down in the lobby. Then he looks at himself in the mirror, the scars on the left side of his face and torso, those that plastic surgery couldn't cover, the partially missing hair and his limp: he's not the kind of man anyone would ever desire to date, not after his car accident at Rook's Rest.

If only that night he hadn't driven drunk, if only he had listened to his brother then, perhaps, you'd entertain the idea of dating him. In this parallel universe, so dear to his heart, he's still handsome and healthy, he would sweep you off your feet and stop using drugs, only for you. This other Aegon would be faithful to you, and he would never drive while drunk: he'd be your perfect lover, your best partner.

He'd be able to show you that he's the half of your apple, the piece missing from your soul, because you're the one he needs from his.

It's almost a joke the surgeons managed to save his dick and balls, only for him not to be able to use them anymore.

So, no, he can't try to date you the normal way, he decides after having stumbled upon you the second time. He can't talk to you, nor he can even imagine to ask you out for a drink: that's why he starts learning all he can about you, using every means possible, unconcerned with the money he spends, or the illegality of it.

He fully knows that putting cameras in every corner of your apartment it's wrong, so it's cloning your phone so that he can check on your messages, apps and phone calls. So is doing the same to every piece of electronics you own.

He doesn't care because he needs you in his life, and if he can't have you the usual way, he'd be happy to be with you like this.

Only, he didn't realize that Want is an ever famished demon that, day by day, needs you more and can't be satisfied this way any longer.

So he takes risks: stumbles upon you on purpose in the lobby and around King's Landing, he slips into your apartment when you're out, to touch and pretend to live among your things. Still, Want needs more, so he enters your place at night, when you're asleep, to watch you as you lay in bed and, when he dares, to slip next to you and pretend you two are sleeping together.

It's not enough, not anymore. He needs to know what your skin feels like under his fingers, how sweet your cunt is after he's fucked you with his tongue into multiple orgasms or how tight your hole will clench around his cock.

For days he has played with the idea of putting something in your food, to make sure you would not remember him fucking you for the whole night, his cock milked and milked by your hungry cunt, his tongue licking you clean, his lips at your clit, constantly.

But he wants to know if he could make you sound the way you do with your toys, and he can't find an answer if you're asleep.

And Want desires more: a full life with you, whether you're happy with this decision, or not.

Looking for a quiet, little place, somewhere in the country, where no pesky neighbors will come and ask unwanted questions, is the logical response. So is buying a special wedding ring, the kind that can't be taken off, because it has little knives on the inside that will come out the second you try to remove it.

Planning your taking is easy, finding the right people who will help him, for the right price, is a piece of cake. Now he's only waiting for you to return home, hidden by the shadows the empty furniture cast in your apartment. He's taken the liberty to cancel your lease and to send all your belongings to the house you will share with him, where you will have all the time to read your books and learn your crochet. Where you will be his, body and soul, his lovely little wife he will fuck every single time he feels like to, and Want is ravenous inside of him.

So, hurry up, your new life is waiting for you!

[cool-retro-term-official]

Today's hot take (and rant) brought to you by your favorite terminal girl:

Web dev* should never have been a job in the first place. The web was supposed to be simple, accessible and free (as in libre). Not only is javascript a mistake, but it's whole ecosystem (libraries and community) is a mistake. Yes, im even arguing against the very website im on in a way. A bunch of simple forums managed by a few devs (and moderators), should be enough to fit all of what we use the web for.

"What about buying stuff on the internet", idealy fuck you, go to your local store (if you can), but in practice, no need for amazon and other gazillion dollar companies, just plain old simple custom stores with simple css and less ads (fuck ads).

"What about interactivity and buttons and all of the stuff that uses Javascript ?", use something else bitch. 2 years before javascript there was fuckin Lua and you didn't need more than that. Sure, use similar stuff, but why javascript ? i know they had their reasons, but there was alternatives and seemingly for no reason js stuck. (enlighten me on this if you want)

"What about electron !!! it's so nice for the programmers !" NO ! If you don't care at all about the power usage/performances of your program you shouldn't touch shit that will go into production. Yeah sure it's easy to spread your 'app' everywhere like a fucking disease.

It's not necessary to tell me how much im wrong, don't trust and care about what people say on the internet, don't trust me, don't even bother yourself with this. It's not necessary.

*some backend people do deserve some respect, front end people, huh... you're doing a shit job and idk how to tell you. But all devs ofc, noob or good, deserve respect. It's just that sometimes we make mistakes. And that im really angy ! >:3

[bonbonshideout]

Who I think the crp would target pt.1

Ticci Toby:

Personally, I feel he would mostly target abusive parents, but if he's out and just bored out of his mind, he'll kill whoever he stumbled across. When ut comes to abusive parents, I feel he would be a bit stalkerish, he'll find a parent or an adult, stalk them for a few days, see how they handle life and treat their families, if he sees any forms of abusive in any manner, he'll go for their ass, at night, in broad daylight, he doesn't give a fuck.

Ben Drowned:

He wouldn't really kill people, but instead, electronics; he would be one of those viruses that you'd find on social media. Once he gets ahold of your device, it'll go haywire to start. Suddenly it'll reset and seem like nothing happened, however Ben would 100% love to mess with the person, opening random apps, turning on/off any alarms they might have, call random people in the contact list, etc. He would end up causing the person to go insane— be it or not his intention— to the point they probably kill themselves.

Jeff The Killer

Like Kuchisake-onna, I feel Jeff would wear a mask of some sort, go up to people, and ask if they think he's pretty, not matter what they say, he'll carve a smile into their face anyways. He just likes to do it. If ya run into him, group or alone, you'll most likely be found dead later on anyways. He likes to kill everyone he runs into

Eyeless Jack

Steming from my headcanons for EJ — linked here — He would kill whoever he finds on the Appalachian trail. He would definitely stalk them throughout their hikes and find a moment where their guard is down and can make one swift motion. He prefers a clean and quick murder. He would probably use his voice to trick people into getting closer - like that of a skinwalker or wendigo - and get them that way. Usually leaving the trails unbothered and a way to keep people coming without much worry.

Clockwork

Doctors, or psychward doctors. Just anyone in the medical field; they're what pretty much why she's kinda what she is now, she holds some sort of grudge, even if it wasn't entirely their fault. She especially hates those that work at psych wards because patients usually end up worse than they were when first arrival. She wants them all to feel what she felt and just understand the suffering they inflict on many people.

Jane The Killer

I feel she wouldn't really kill anyone, she's mostly going after Jeff so she's trying to mostly keep people safe, if that makes sense? But if she were to kill, it would probably be security. As bad as she may feel for doing so, it tends to happen that they get in her way to find and properly locate Jeff.

Nina The Killer

She just does it for fun. She kills whoever she wants to. She does prefer killing other serial killers, though, usually gives her a bit of a challenge, and she's always up for that.

X-Virus

He doesn't have a preference, he'll see a passer by and spike their drink with some crazy concoction he's created and watch as they slowly start dying whilst taking notes of the effects of said poison.

Sally

She goes for pedophiles and rapists. She tries to help kids when it comes to situations that she had gone through while she was alive, having two forms - which I detail more in my hc, linked here - she l9ves to terrorize these people and make them for crazy, though she doesn't like to get her hands dirty, she prefers making them believe they're hallucinating, which she probably can do. Usually driving the individual to commit suicide in probably the worst ways possible, as she likes to cause more damage when there's a higher chance of them committing.

[tgmsunmontue]

I never knew I was missing you 3/9

Jake is just trying to find a connection. Shame the guy he connects with the most is lying about his identity online; because he sure as hell isn't A-list Hollywood star Bradley Bradshaw.

ONE TWO

PART THREE

                Jake can barely believe that he’s enjoying chatting with someone electronically so much. He’s always been a social person, never considered that he’d be able to make a connection with someone without it being in person. Everything he’d already thought, double with the fact he’s now seen a clip of Brad’s abs, and yes, he’s vain, sue him, but it has him even more curious about meeting him.

…            …            …

>>See what your namesake does to me?

                Bradley opens the app and almost chokes on his tongue. Jake’s cock is lying on his stomach, still hard but he’s clearly just come. It’s fucking gorgeous and Bradley wants to lick it clean. His hands tremble a little as he types out his response.

>>Jesus. Warn a guy.

>>You going to reciprocate?

                God. Slider would kill him if he sent pictures, let alone ones of his cock, no matter what state it was in. Which right now is increasingly hard. They haven’t done this before, just teetered very carefully along the line but not quite tipping over. Of course, Jake’s now gone and done a deep-dive and Bradley is getting hard in his pants. He doesn’t even know if he can or should take a screen shot. He needs to ask for some advice.

                “Neil! How secure is my phone…?”

                “As secure as we can make it… why?”

                “Just. Uh. If I was going to send some pictures…”

                “Nope. Don’t do it man.”

                “But…”

                “Bradley. Callie would kill you.”

                “Shit. I hadn’t even thought of her. Just Slider.”

                “Oh yeah, fuck. You’re dead regardless, so don’t do it. Look. Just ask the guy to do a video call. Problem solved.”

                “Oh! Yeah. That’s really smart… Thanks man!”

                “Yeah, no problem.”

                Bradley waves his hand and goes to his bedroom,

>>You want to see how hard you make me?

>>You willing to accept a video call?

>>You serious?

…            …            …

                Jake blinks.

                Brad wants to do a video call.

                Holy shit.

                That’s more than just a face reveal, that’s an entire whole thing, voice and face and body

>>Hell yes. Bring it.

                He sends through his number and not even fifteen seconds later his phone is vibrating and chiming and he scrambles to answer it. He doesn’t get to see Brad's face for more than a second, and he’s covered in dark-golden stubble but Jake isn’t sure if he’s imagining the passing likeness to Bradley Bradshaw or whether he’s just projecting and maybe becoming slightly delusional. Maybe Brad does double-work or something. Huh. Does he have a brother maybe? Brad is mumbling and fixing his phone onto something and then he’s got a view down the expanse of Brad’s body and holy shit he’s gorgeous.

                “Brad, I just got off… what do you want me to do here?”

                “Watch.”

                “Oh. Fuck. Yeah. Okay. I can do that…”

                He watches as Brad’s hand works on his cock, as he rolls out of frame for a brief moment and then comes back with slick fingers and then he’s groaning. Jake groans in response, wishes he was wearing headphones so he could pretend that moan was right into his ear rather than through a screen. Brad’s body looks enough like Bradley Bradshaw he could pretend it’s actually him, but he doesn’t want to delude himself like that. Plus he’s already jerked off over pictures of Bradley Bradshaw today, right now he has a very real Brad jerking off for him and he’s fucking hot, breath coming in little gasps as his hand works. Then there are fingers going behind his balls and Jake groans again, because he can’t zoom in, or get in close and personal no matter how much he wants to. Then he hears what Brad is saying, Jake’s name on repeat and he groans, palms his cock because he’s getting hard again.

                “Brad…” he breathes, voice husky and he hears and sees Brad’s body shiver. “Fuck you’re beautiful. You going to come for me baby?”

                Brad makes a little broken sound, his hips jerking up and his breath is coming harder and faster, hand a blur of movement and it’s all too small on the screen of his phone, Jake wants this in person. As soon as possible. The fact that Brad’s done this, video called him, makes him feel more confident that maybe he’ll share his real name with him, although he sort of hopes his name at least has Brad in it, because it’s very firmly stuck in his head now. However he’ll get used to calling him by his real name eventually.

                “Jake, Jake, Jake… so close…”

                “Come on then baby, no need to hold back on my part. I already came remember?” Jake reminds him, although he’s pretty sure he will be coming again soon enough. And then, as he watches, he sees Brad’s body freeze and he worries for a brief moment that the connection has been lost, but the sound coming through is Brad’s broken gasping breaths sounding wrecked and then Brad’s body slumps like the strings have been cut.

                “Fucking gorgeous…” Jake breathes. “Want to lick you clean.”

                For some reason that makes Brad let out a huff of laughter.

                “Great minds. I had the same thought when I saw that picture you sent through to me.”

                “What? Gorgeous?”

                “Well, yeah, obviously. But more the wanting to lick you clean.”

                “Oh… hmm. Yeah. We should get onto that.”

                “We should, should we?” Brad asks, amusement clear and Jake rolls his eyes.

                “Yeah. We should.”

FOUR

[leefail]

I was thinking... The Robins was a mobile adoption sim (otome game style), launched a few years back with the hope of a revolutionary take on the dating sim genre. The game, though, lost its audience real quick. Because it wasn't a dating sim.

And then we have Bruce Wayne, a multibillionaire shut-in, never seen outside of the Wayne Manor ever since his parents met their tragic death, with the one person who remembers he existed being the Waynes' aged butler.

Don't let his being a shut-in fool you, Bruce was never good with electronic devices, let alone video games. His days were mostly spent sleeping and trying to chase the demons inside his head away with books.

That's how he downloaded The Robins, a click on an ad that told him to... click. (In big bold green letters with an arrow) It got him to the downloading link, and he just downloaded it.

Bruce became an addict. The game had four main capture targets: Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. Along with a bunch of other secret routes you can unlock during your playthrough.

The gameplay was simple enough. You just have to increase a character's favourability to the max for them to get adopted. Favourability increases with each unlocked special scene, and special scenes are unlocked with a certain number of successful interactions.

Special scenes were Bruce's favourite part. He'd hold his breath so tight and sit straight like a scholar for an exam and give all of his attention to the screen. You wouldn't guess he was playing a game.

The first one he played was with Dick. The young adult was sitting on the rooftop and Bruce followed him there. They talked and joked. Bruce never thought it was a special scene until the spark in Dick's eyes was gone, and he told him about his parents' death.

"Sometimes," Bruce could only see Dick's side profile as he talked, "Sometimes I wonder, Bruce. Would this have happened if I just... wasn't there? Could I have been a... a changeable variable?"

"Am I still a changeable variable?"

... For an even bigger tragedy that is about to happen.

As Dick's loud cries filled the room. Bruce's pillow became soaked with his own tears.

As for his favourite character? It was Jason, who, when Bruce finally maxed his favourability points with, disappeared instead of getting adopted. Bruce was so upset about it he spent a whole night writing a harsh criticising review. A gamer took a screenshot of his comment later, and it became an embarrassing meme that was the talk of the gaming community for a while. Bruce wasn't aware of this because he didn't have social media. (I need to mention that his username in the app store was his actual full name)

You can imagine the stress he felt when Jason returned with the rage of a burning sun.

"You know what I hate most about you, Bruce?"

His gloved hands clutched the neck of Bruce's character shirt, yanking him up so they're face to face. "It's that you're a fucking coward"

"It only took one tiny inconvenient problem for you to hide in your little corner and just give up"

"Because, heh" Jason's expression was vicious when he grinned mockingly, devastatingly at Bruce's face, looking straight through the man's phone sceen "you're saaadd. You just lost the closest thing you have to a son, so you're a sad, pathetic, miserable loser. It's an enough justification for you to just. Stop. Tryyyinggg!"

"If I wanted a dad. It wouldn't be someone who'd make my absence the blame for whatever cowardly shit he's on."

"It would be someone who even when I die, would fucking carve mountains with my name so no one could forget.

... I never died, Bruce. But everybody forgot"

"If I wanted a dad, it would be someone who'd hold my hand, " Jason caught Bruce's character's shoulder in a death grip, " and pull me up, he would come to me...

He- he would pull himself out of his own stupid head just so he could come to me" when Jason cried, Bruce closed the game.

For the long time Bruce spent wallowing in his room. Never had he felt so... heavy as he did in the later days. He could sense the weight of food in his stomach, and his butt would be numb no matter how many times he changed his position. He was tired, spent, and no book could keep his attention for long. It got to the point where Pennyworth, his butler, finally talked to him for the first time after their big fight.

"Master Bruce, you are not touching your food. Are you alright?"

Bruce's throat twisted in on itself.

No, he was not, and had not been for a long, long time.

He didn't reply, instead.. he opened the game.

He still got Tim and Damian to capture. After all.

[therichantsim]

I hate that we don’t own anything anymore. Everything is a subscription, even fucking printer ink! I also hate how much we’re being surveilled. All these apps, smart devices, smart appliances and electronics mine our data and sell our data etc. We are slowly having our privacy stripped away. Every new update comes with automatic opt in as the default option and sometimes the only option. Every human thing we do is used to feed and program generative AI. All of this while we’re being sold and feed food that isn’t safe, over medicated but under funded for healthcare. Under a government system that no longer even pretends to care about its citizens. Yet they tell us we have a choice/democracy but our only options are all bad options. All of this while our government and it’s war machine exploits and kills innocent people in other countries.

[mackjlee9]

Adam Warlock x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

I tried okay- it's been a while since I've written an actual smut

Masterlist.

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3

Requested by sal the mon on Quotev.

Well, this is not how the Guardians' trip to Earth was supposed to go.

Out of everyone, (M/n) was the only one who was reluctant to sleep over at the Quill Residence, so he decided to sleep in his small room in the Bowie, they weren't gonna stay around for too long anyway so he didn't mind staying in the ship.

He thought he was gonna be the only one on the ship, until Adam came up to him silently as he made his way out of the house, "Need anything, Adam?"

The golden boy looked up from the ground at (M/n), and shook his head.

"I lost rock, paper, scissors for one of the rooms," the way he seemed defeated about not being able to stay in Peter's home almost made (M/n) laugh, but he simply smiled and continued walking around the back of the house, toward the backyard where the Bowie was.

He yawned as the ramp lowered, and they made their way inside, closing up again once they were inside.

"Well..." (M/n) yawned again, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the ship, the sound of metal filling their ears, "I'm going to bed, good night," his wrist got grabbed before he could walk inside his room, and he looked back, seeing Adam standing there, "What?" He asked quietly, feeling quite a bit flustered and hot with Adam so close to him.

"I'm not tired yet," for a moment, (M/n) was about to ask how the fuck was he not tired with all they did during the day, he was literally about to collapse from exhaustion, until he remembered that Adam was a Sovereign, and that was what he needed to think of to make him sigh.

"Fine," he opened his room door and took swift steps toward the electronic device that could easily be an iPad made by humans and he handed it to Adam, "This app," he pressed on the screen, and the app took a few seconds to load, "Has movies and series to watch, you can have it for tonight, and don't break it."

Adam scrolled down the app, reading the title of every cover that caught his eye, he was quite interested in all of it.

"Good night, Adam," he looked up and smiled at (M/n), mumbling a 'good night' back before making his way to his own room.

//////

Despite being exhausted, (M/n) had a hard time falling asleep, every time he closed his eyes, the image of a shirtless -and practically naked- Adam would fill his mind, making him groan and sigh as he felt hot and bothered, like really mad at his subconscious for constantly bringing that memory back whenever he got distracted.

Everyone back in Knowhere was so painfully aware of the hugely obvious crush (M/n) had on Adam, except for Adam himself, and (M/n) was too much of a coward to say anything.

Turning face up on his bed, he dropped his arm over his eyes and sighed, deciding to just ignore the memory to the best of his ability. Eventually, he will fall asleep, even if it takes a while for his brain to shut off for a few hours.

And it's only been roughly two hours later that Adam came out of his room, feeling his body tingly and warm, covered in goosebumps due to the involuntary shivers he felt whenever the scene played back in his mind.

He had a faint feeling that he was watching something he wasn't entirely sure he should, but he did anyway, intrigued by the cover and title. He should've known better.

Adam gripped the device in his hands, careful not to break it, as (M/n) had requested of him, and he took quiet steps toward the (h/c) haired male's room, his mind foggy and numb as a particular image flashed past. He shook his head when he arrived at (M/n)'s door, and slowly reached to open it.

As expected, the room was quiet, seeing as (M/n) was fast asleep, and Adam sighed in relief, he didn't know why he was relieved but he was, and made his way inside, careful to not make loud noises that could potentially wake (M/n) up. He placed the device down on his desk, and turned around to leave, until he heard a quiet sound coming from him.

Adam turned to look at (M/n) who had started squirming on the bed, the low brightness of the hallway light was enough to provide a good look at him, and Adam noticed a rather prominent bulge in (M/n)'s pants.

For a moment, all Adam could do was stare, feeling his mouth watering as his mind got plagued with sinful images, those he had just watched but slightly different. They weren't of a man and woman, they were replaced by an image them, (M/n) and Adam.

And he couldn't hold himself back.

//////

A deep frown marked (M/n)'s face, his jaw clenched as muffled groans filled the room, mixing with a constant and wet gawk sound.

His body shook hard enough to make him open his eyes, taking ragged breaths in as he felt like the room was spinning. (M/n) sighed, assuming he simply had a bad dream, but he knew that wasn't it, he probably had the hottest dream he'd ever had in years, and Adam was the cause and protagonist of said dream.

He would've gone back to sleep if it wasn't for a particular feeling on his lower regions, and when he looked down, he swore he could've cum right then and there, and he wasn't far from it.

Whether this was another dream or not, he didn't care, Adam was giving him probably the best head he's ever had -not that he had many, to begin with- but, fuck... he was really good with his mouth, holy-

"Fuck..." (M/n) observed with half-lidded eyes how Adam's hips were grinding down on his bed, his gold eyes closed as he whined needy around his cock.

Adam seemed to be enjoying this just as much as (M/n) was, perhaps even more.

His hands reached down to hold onto Adam's blond locks, pulling on them a little roughly as he started thrusting his hips up, listening to the wet sounds of him taking his cock deep down his throat. Adam's eyes opened, and he looked up at (M/n) through his glossy sight, feeling his dick leaking and throbbing inside his underwear.

"You're mouth feels... So good, Adam, fuck... I'm gonna cum," the Sovereign whined louder, trying to nod while his mouth was still being used, his whole body trembling at the thought of feeling (M/n)'s cum spill in his mouth and slide down his throat.

Groans and heavy breaths left (M/n)'s lips as he approached his orgasm, pulling Adam's hair as he kept his head pressed as close as it could be, releasing a loud moan as his cock twitched, thick ropes of warm cum spilling out of his slit.

He watched with a heavy stare how Adam's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hands held tightly onto his thighs, making sure to take every single drop of his cum.

(M/n)'s breath was ragged but it was going back to normal, simply assuming this whole thing would end there, but it didn't. It won't be ending now.

Adam slowly pulled away and licked his lips before taking a deep breath, "(M/n)...?" He let out a quiet 'hm?' in response, "Can I... Do something?"

His was clouded by the post-orgasm bliss, so he was feeling pretty complacent, giving a few slow nods to Adam's question.

He knelt on the bed and simply tore his clothes off of his body, making (M/n)'s eyes widen at the sight of Adam's naked body. Oh, the things I would do to him...

(M/n) watched attentively how Adam straddled his hips, biting his bottom lip at the feeling of (M/n)'s cock getting hard under him, and he took a deep breath. He didn't know what Adam wanted to do, but he was expecting to see him slowly taking his cock inside him.

A choked moan escaped Adam's mouth, his hands placing themselves on (M/n)'s chest, tugging on the fabric of his shirt, releasing a high-pitched whimper, "So big, I... I feel so f-full..."

(M/n)'s teeth gritted, his hands reaching to hold Adam's hips harshly, feeling his mind going numb at how tight and warm Adam felt around his sensitive cock, "Oh my fucking..." He mumbled to himself, struggling to keep his eyes open, just to be able to see every little detail on Adam's expression.

They made eye contact when Adam looked down at him, tears sliding down his gold skin, which had turned some kind of copper colour over his cheeks and nose, giving the appearance of a rather cute blush.

"(M/n)..." Adam's voice was quiet and whiny, leaning down closer until their breaths were mixing, "I..."

He got interrupted by the feeling of (M/n)'s lips pressed against his, muffling his whimpers as he felt his hips being lifted and slowly lowered again. The movement made a shiver run down his spine at how he got filled up again.

At that point, Adam didn't care if (M/n) was gonna use his body like a toy, even more so at the realization that Adam's buffer and bigger body meant nothing with how easily was able to manhandle him. He loved it, and he never wanted it to end.

[iwas-princess]

I jus got the most perfect request

OK SO BASICALLY LETS SAY RIN AND YN ARE BEST FREINDS THEN RIN SEES THAT YN POSTED SUM LIKE “when his name starts with a r” AND HES LIKE CONFUSED AND THEN WHEN HE ASKS HER AB IT SHES LIKE “rin I want to be YOUR princess” DJDJDKDKSK

stop this is such a beautiful concept

suna rintaro • the one kept secret

“shit, i lost again.” rintaro mumbled to himself, his long fingers tapping his phone screen violently as he fought against some random opponent on his newly downloaded combat app— one he’ll soon forgot about within a month, you were sure.

the delicious smell of a cookie dough candle filled his living room, your insistence of the smelly area finally had him agreeing to let you lend him your favorite candle as a ‘welcoming home present’ after a month of your begging. the sounds of his thumbs thumping against the electronic device filled the naturally darkened room, his black out curtains doing more than enough to keep him satisfied.

suna was so content with the energy he created tonight, his mind occupied with the focus of a fresh game to entertain him and the area looking the exact aesthetic he wanted.

black and white tapestries covered his ivory walls, designs of random gothic art and skeletons crowded the small space, led strips lined the room and lit it up with a red glow— just as he always preferred.

his black shag rug let his bare left foot rest on it as his long leg dangled off of his couch, the other limb sitting on the arm of the sofa comfortably as he finally prepared to play against atsumu, a long awaited match that rintaro desperately tried to level up for as much as he could beforehand to ensure victory.

just as he was about to begin the fight, a notification from snapchat popped on his screen.

subconsciously, his eyes flickered to the top of his screen, catching your name on a story update.

he blinked, contemplating whether he should’ve waited to look and finish the round or leave to see whatever you posted.

deciding that you could’ve waited a few minutes, he clicked the ruby start button and watched in anticipation as atsumu’s character said their signature opening line.

halfway through his match, a loud ping on his phone irrupted the quiet atmosphere of the room causing his eyes to widen at the sudden loud noise and nearly loose to the cocky blonde.

the notification was an imessage from osamu that read ‘dude, have u seen y/n’s story?’

“fuck, the one time i don’t check it right away.” he grumbled to the empty air of his apartment, sighing at he paused the game reluctantly.

‘nah not yet, y?’ he replied.

he stared at the typing dots as the other twin responded, awaiting the answer to his question.

‘go check. like now.’

—

“y/n can i ask you something and i need you to be one hundred percent honest. i’m a judgment free-zone, as you are aware-“

you threw a green grape at him as he nearly started to ramble, a small giggle leaving your mouth as it hit his cheek.

“just spit it out, rin. you know i never keep anything from you.”

he narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously before flicking the discarded grape away from his leg where it landed, causing it to fly your way.

“quit it.” you whined.

he smiled lazily and shrugged, his pale hands tucked into the pockets of his black joggers and fiddling with a vape in one and his phone in the other.

he didn’t want to dance around the question, he really didn’t, and rintaro certainly wasn’t the type to anyway— especially with you.

ever since you two met, you clicked and had been inseparable since. every crush, sexual encounter, breakup, argument, relationship or whatever, was admitted shamelessly with one another every weekend, a slumber party being thrown in celebration of secret spilling.

personal questions were often asked without regard for privacy, and each time you both would tell the other without hesitation, knowing that your answer would be held securely and no judgement would be given.

so this didn’t seem like any different, really. he asked you about crushes whenever he suspected them, and you never felt uncomfortable about it then— certainly you wouldn’t now, right?

except, this time it wasn’t a random boy in your calc class who smelled nice and always glanced your way with a doe eyes look or a girl at the coffee shop that smiled too sweetly at you as she handed you your order— this was rintaro that he suspected you liked.

his eyes locked with yours, trying to sense a spark of interest on your behalf (which he failed at finding.), before speaking.

“do you like me?”

you furrowed your brows at the question, a scoff leaving your lips as you chewed on a grape.

“of course i like you, why do you think i’ve put up with your shit for so long, rinnie? you’re my best friend, i have to like you or else there would be an issue.” you answered, a little dumbfounded that he asked such an obvious question.

why wouldn’t you like him? you spent every weekend at his dirty apartment, gossiping over popcorn and a movie you had no interest in, willingly. in fact, you would even say that these special two days each week made your life so much more worth living, if you had to, of course. but you’d never tell him that.

“not like that, y/n.” rintaro swallowed thickly. “do you have a crush on me?”

the world went silent as the question lingered in the air of his bedroom, your face suddenly pale and breathing seemingly more rapid. your blinks seemed to slow as your eyes trained on the lame action movie he insisted you watch, avoiding his gaze in fear of everything being given away.

after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence and the both of you awkwardly laying in his bed together, you took a deep breath in before answering his question.

“no.”

his brows shot up in surprise for a fleeting moment before they furrowed again, confusion settling on his face.

he was sure that he analyzed everything correctly after your post, going over memories that he flagged as ‘odd occurrences’ with you over the years, even looking over text messages that seemed too flirty.

after collecting plenty enough evidence, he concluded that his best friend, y/n y/l/n, had a fat crush on him for quite some time now.

five years to be exact.

from the moment that you kissed him on new years, to the time you asked him to take your virginity on your nineteenth birthday, suna brushed it off as you just trusting him enough with your body and most sacred moments, never thinking too much about it until recently.

but as he stared at his popcorned ceiling every night since your story, he began to piece everything together— almost everything.

“no?” he repeated, stunned and in disbelief.

you had to be embarrassed and just telling him something to shut him up, hoping that he’d drop it and never bring it up again, right? just as you had with all of your other crushes in high school. maybe you picked up the pattern again, he hoped.

“nope.”

“y/n, i know. i know that you like me and it’s okay, i-i’m not weirded out by it, at all. i think it’s cool that you like-“

“just drop it.”

“no,” he sat up. “we have to talk about this y/n, it’s what we do. you like me, and that’s fine. it won’t change anything between us, i promise. i’ll pretend i don’t even know from now on and-“

“i don’t ‘like’ you, rintaro. i-i’m in love with you, okay? is that what you wanted to hear?” you snapped, your eyes closing as you spoke harshly.

he blinked, dumbfounded at the news.

in love? you were in love with him? for how long? how? why?

why hadn’t you told him? he was your best friend, the one you told practically everything to, even calling him every night to tell him about your day, even when it was the most boring occurrences. this was something huge, surely something you’d tell him if were anyone but him.

so what was so different? it was just rintaro, and he’d love you either way.

“you’re in love with me? are you sure?”

you scoffed, shaking your head in annoyance with the jet haired man beside you. you could feel the unpleasant sensation of tears building and the feeling made you want to curl under his oak bedframe and bawl until you couldn’t produce anymore tears.

“yes. i’m absolutely sure, unfortunately.” you grumbled back.

“oh.”

the new found information took a bit to fully soak into his brain, and once it had he was full of questions.

“why?” he asked first, not being a man of many words as usual.

“because, rintaro,” you sighed, finally accepting that this was the conversation of tonight as you kept your gaze on the boring movie before you began to speak thoughtfully. “you’re all i’ve ever wanted in a boyfriend. the way you talk about treating your future significant others is exactly what i want, and i guess at first the idea of it all made me develop a crush. then we started hanging out more and you began doing sweet things for me and got more attractive, i just fell? i don’t know how to explain it exactly but all i know is that you’re so perfect and i’m not. we would never work, and i’ve excepted that-“

his lips crashed with yours suddenly, taking your breath away as he did so. the unfamiliar yet wonderful feeling of his plush lips molding with yours as if he had done this a million times before caused a tear to roll down you cheek in bliss.

this was all you ever wanted, all you ever dreamed of and it wad finally happening without you even having to ask him first.

he pulled away just as your tongue grazed his bottom lip, attempting to deepen the kiss.

you nearly frowned at the denial, fearful that he began to regret his actions.

but just as your lips were about to downturn, his slender finger pressed against them.

“i’ve wanted to do that every since you baked me those pot brownies.” he admitted, breathless and face flushed.

your eyed widened at his confession, cheeks heating and world spinning around you as you recalled that night.

“but, rinnie, that was two years ago-“

“i know.”

“why didn’t you kiss me before tonight then?”

his eyes flickered to your lips, watching the plump skin part as you breathed nervously— awaiting his response.

“i’m not sure. i thought about it, every night- but i just couldn’t risk scaring you off. you’re my best friend, y/n; i can’t live without you. ever.” his voice was softer than you’ve ever heard it, and held as much emotion as he could express in a sentence without crying.

it was true, he had always wanted to kiss you until your lips were swollen and you were giggling with butterflies in your stomach. maybe, he realized in this past few minutes, he loved you too.

he was sure you were the reason he never dated any of the pretty girls that gave him their numbers, he had been pretty admin about that for some time now. but, he only thought that it was because you were the only girl he needed in his life for now, you were enough to keep him happy until you got a boyfriend of you own.

but, maybe it was something deeper now.

“then you don’t have to.” you whispered.

with that, he kissed you once more, but this time deepening the kiss himself.

the kiss held unspoken passion and wordless love exchanges, all of the pent up emotions healthily expressed themselves with each mold of your lips.

after a few minutes, he pulled away to catch his breath and to look at your worked up state for the first time.

the room filled with the sound small heavy breaths, hearts thumping nervously against both of your chests, desperate to touch each other finally. you both laid in his bed, trying to catch your breaths and register everything that had happened within such short period of time.

“y/n? can i ask you something?” he asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

you hummed in agreement, still breathless and in slight shock of his confessions.

“what was it exactly about how i wanted to love my girlfriends that drew you in?” he asked, a small smirk threatening to sprawl on his face.

you evened your breath finally, reaching up to cup his face as you began to speak.

“the whole princess treatment plan you had, everything you said that you wanted to do with her; like driving her everywhere and carrying her in the apartment everyday after trips, stuff like that. why?”

“wanna be my princess?” he asked bluntly.

a large smile spread across your face at his question, your heart thumping rapidly against your ribs.

you were already so in love with this man but you were certain that he couldn’t have asked you out any more perfectly.

“i would love to be your princess.”

[feefymo]

Abt the game of the fic combination pls

Character: Pre-Cult Kai Anderson

Kink: pegging

Word: first time

(c) Lee

WARNINGS! WARNINGS EVERYWHERE! My dear anon, hi! Well, it wasn't easy. It was my first time writing for Kai (an insidious and deeply controversial character for me) and starting from his pre-cult version represent a great and exciting challenge! I'll be honest: the plot is thin compared to the smut but I hope you'll like my choices relating to the sexual sphere of "that Kai"! Have fun!

"Ssssure, bro. Squeeze those brains properly." Vincent, Kai's older brother, had appeared at the top of the basement stairs to remind him of a weekend commitment. For his part, Kai had closed the laptop in a snap, rolling his eyeballs in his skull before giving his relative a kind of formal smile. A grimace, on which his eyebrows pressed impatiently. "Sooner or later he'll realize that I can't stand him." the boy stated monotonously, reopening the computer and then stuffing a Cheetos into his mouth. You leaned over to lick the thumb of his hand that remained in mid-air, thus regaining all of Kai's attention in an obsidian gaze. "He's already noticed. You said it yourself: he's a shrink."

You and Kai Anderson had met on a dating app through which you discovered you lived on the same street. Neither of you were ever too excited about the idea of ​​going out, which is why you had never met before. In short, you had started dating without commitment but by now it had been going on for about six months and there were those who labeled you as a couple of real freaks. Winter, Kai's younger sister, never failed to tease you, begging you to dump her weirdo brother if you cared about a decent future. However, as much as you wanted to make sure it wasn't anything serious, you spent most of your time together. Symbiotic in your strangeness, you spent hours and hours in that basement surfing the dark web, smoking, sharing long silences or fucking. And, oh yeah, you two fucked a lot.

“Have you ever heard the story that Walt Disney got himself frozen like an Eggo?” the keyboard stopped ticking so Kai could ask the question. He curled up on the sofa, resting his chin on one knee with his enchanted gaze on a fixed and indefinite point of the screen. "Mh-mh." you nodded at him as you downed a couple of antidepressants with the now lukewarm beer. “Such… fl4tty_h3arty91 says she has the photos.” it was as if Kai was debating whether or not to be skeptical about it. He had been sailing all afternoon, in the most unpleasant and disturbing meanders of the internet, but his dissatisfaction increased along with his morbid, senseless searches. At another moment you would have been enthusiastic to indulge him but then and there you remained staring at him as he stared into space before him. "Let's look at them later, Walt won't thaw anyway." Slowly, very slowly, Kai turned his head in your direction to try to understand why you weren't interested in something tasty like that. Then he understood and a sinister smile, vaguely sedated, began to illuminate him like a power plant gradually coming into operation. "What are you doing? Are you going to suck me a little, Disney villain? Hm?" he hung onto one of your braids with his fingers still dusty from corn snacks and tugged on it playfully. He rolled it around his wrist, immediately becoming serious again but no less attracted by what your body communicated. On the other hand, you were wearing his t-shirt and a pair of his boxers and that alone helped to turn him on. Although your clothes were loose, Anderson could perfectly see your body moving sinuously towards him. Without having to worry about tying your hair back, like a feline, you got down on all fours from the sofa and then positioned yourself between Kai's thighs and caressed them. Scratching the thick fabric of the jeans that covered them. In the background, a playlist of electronic music that had been repeating itself on a loop for too long, contributing to both of your anguish. Making both of you as dangerous as thunderbolts.

“Yummy…” you whispered sarcastically with a cheeky expression as you unbuttoned his jeans. Your mouth hung limply open on the last vowel and your tongue emerged from there. A lapping on the stretched fabric of his boxers. Two, as Kai traced the parting on your skull with an index finger. "Mmmh, hungry?" he asked you, yawning, not because he wasn't involved but because, in a certain sense, he was relaxed. Accustomed to and, at the same time, fibrillating at the idea of ​​cumming thanks to you. When your response resulted in repeatedly slamming the tip of his cock against your inviting lips, Kai swallowed dryly, arching his back. He sat back with a sigh, his neck tilted back. The cell phone rested between his dilated pupils and the ceiling. He scrolled it aimlessly, lazily matching the rhythm of the blowjob. He was enjoying it when a vulgar snap signaled the end of the games.

"You know what? I had something else in mind." you pondered in a loud and hoarse voice, as if you hadn't already planned everything to your liking. Confused, a little irritated, Kai watched you with his eyebrows noticeably raised. "What the… ? Y/N, before you got out so you could finish the job." but you wouldn't listen to Kai's complaints because, with your back to him, you were busy dragging your backpack close to you. "Maybe you've forgotten, maybe you're hoping that I've forgotten, and then I'll remind you: we made a bet on Monday and you…?" poisonous as ivy, you started climbing on top of him, and he reached into the t-shirt you were wearing and grabbed your tits. He groped your boobs firmly, moving his thumbs over the nipples as if they were joysticks. No, he hadn't forgotten and you could see it on his face worthy of slaps. He inhaled theatrically through his perfect nose, trying to appear like a sphinx in your eyes. "Lost. I lost it." you nodded, pleased like a mother and then involved him in a voracious kiss. Hypnotic. "So? What are your intentions? You're missing what you need." Kai added quite sure of what he was saying, lifting his pelvis so that his erection would pass through your pussy from the outside. You exhaled an excited laugh which was enough to disconfirm the certainties of the young slacker. "You don't… have it in your backpack, do you?" you preferred not to say a word, in fact, you took all the time in the world in rubbing yourself against him and then climbing over him and pulling out the harness. "Oh, shit. You really have it." "When I tell you to take me seriously, you have to take me seriously." “What if I don't want to do this anymore?” "But you want to do it. I know it… I feel it…"

Kai snorted, hitting a brown strand with his breath. He couldn't resist you, he was horny by now and you were making his life difficult. You spoke to him like a mermaid from the depths and, in the meantime, you slowly took off your boxers to reveal to him the nakedness of your cunt. You ran your fingers through it under Kai's greedy supervision, "I suppose I can't just jerk off while watching you." so you, stoic, shook your head: one leg after the other, you put on the harness to which you had applied the dildo. When you masturbated it as if it were real, Kai moaned something. "Okay, you win: stick it in my ass." he pretended to be disinterested, but instead he was subjugated by desire and nervousness. In a series of snaps he stood up and abruptly pulled down his jeans. He let them stay at his ankles, giving you a gesture, as if to say: "here you go, happy?"

"Where should I put myself. What the fuck should I… ?" "Ssh, sssh. Come on, it's normal to be nervous the first time. Lie down, sunshine." with clenched teeth, Kai scanned you before you returned to his mouth: you began to massacre it with kisses and bites while you accompanied him in a supine position on the sofa. "So we're looking at each other?" he ventured with a start of breathlessness, his hand positioned on the crook of your neck and his thumb pressing on the center of your throat. "You don't want to? I'll stand behind you if you prefer. But that way you risk feeling less of a man." but Kai, with a well-defined pout, glossed over your smirk as a proven provocateur. He hung onto the fake cock and then placed his index finger on the tip and made it bounce slightly. "Nah. You're… sexy. Very, very sexy." your eyebrows furrowed as you reached up to grab the lube. "Oh yeah? Am I sexy?" you reiterated, moving further forward and pushing the dildo between Kai's lips. You were pulling the string. You were taking risks and Kai had never been the patient or predictable type. Speaking of which, he bared his teeth and bit the silicone with a very disreputable face. "Relaaaax yourself, Anderson. Be a good boy, come on…" you invited him in a conciliatory and mellifluous tone. You pulled off the huge shirt and pressed down on the lubricant dispenser so that it dripped on you. On the boobs, between the boobs, along the abdomen. Promptly, Kai began spread on your skin until it glistened. Part of that shine stuck to his torso, already naked, when you lay on his all-nerves body. Your slippery fingers drew doodles between your bodies until they became less discreet. "No, no, no: don't tense up, baby. I'll be gentle, don't worry." something never fully expressed bubbled in Kai's armored stomach. In his spirit gangrenous and gagged for years. On the one hand he lent himself to the game but, on the other, he hated that sense of submission. At the same time, that indefinite form of hatred excited him to the point of pushing his hips upwards, effectively making it easier for you. After massaging it externally, you ventured with the slow insertion of a finger and Kai growled. He gave you a hot, tarry look, grabbing your braid and pulling without half measures. In response, you moaned in pain that didn't fail to immediately wet your pussy. Now, Kai had you by the neck in a more than tolerable but alarmed grip. "I don't… like it. I don't fucking like it, Y/N. Fuck!" "Kai, wait! Wait, give me time…"

You wanted to make the experience as less traumatic as possible and you were eager to get to the good part but you knew that the debut would create some problems and, if you didn't find a way to transform it for the better, you would be strangled. Armed with calm, you added more lube and waited for Kai to stop moaning about the second finger. Having found the right spot, you began to test Kai's reactions, whose suffering and piqued grimaces first froze, then gradually dissolved. "Oh, o-oh fuck… shit, fuck…" "What's up, baby?" "Okay I guess… a-ha! I guess… do it again." "How, like this?" you curved your fingers and it was as if Kai Anderson's body was pervaded by a light but widespread shock. A sharp groan cracked like a whip and his eyes rolled up to study his skull. Lips softly parted and jaw hanging as the hand holding your neck softened into a vehement massage. "Now yessss. Yes, yes, yes… so… holy shit, that's the most… don't stop. Don't try to stop, Y/N!" Seeing him reduced to that state makes you shattered. You're soaked, you're anxious as if he were penetrating you for the first time and you stare at him, plundering him with all the erotic details he's giving you without knowing it. Suddenly, abruptly, he clings to the back of your neck, breathing violently through his nostrils and scrutinizing you in turn with a grim look. One, two, three seconds and he kisses you vehemently in a mixture of tongues ​​and verses. "Stick that thing up my ass. Now." Kai ordered you between clenched molars, used to dominating but too high on desire to escape. He hits you with a weak slap on the cheek and then spontaneously decides to get off the couch and walk around it with weak legs. He leaned back on his elbows, bent at a right angle with his head tilted forward. The brown waves of hair following the chasm as you lubed up the strap-on and licked your lips eagerly.

"Are you sure?" “Now, Y/N.” "You're a fucking dream, Kai Anderson." and so saying, you allowed yourself to prepare him a little more with your fingers before sliding the dildo between his buttocks and starting to press the tip against the desired area. Kai dug his nails into the sofa, suppressing a hoarse and prolonged moan, but when he felt full, he stopped breathing for a moment. His back arched noticeably and tears moistened the corners of his closed eyelids. "WOAH!" Luckily, no one but you was occupying the house - no one alive, at least - because, when you started to move your hips, Kai let out a full-blown scream. A lustful scream that accompanied a feeling of dizziness as he abruptly brought his right hand to his cock and tortured the base. It was such a mix of sensations that Kai was already on the verge of orgasm. "Do you like it, angel?" you asked breathlessly and vaguely pleading, holding on to his hips to stabilize your thrusts. "It… drives me crazy." he retorted, so overwhelmed that he drooled onto the pillows. A shiny thread of saliva vibrated in tandem with his continuous cries. Now, his touch insisted on the congested glans while you, in the meantime, kissed the most accessible vertebrae.

"I know you're about to come… I wish I could feel it on my flesh…" "Yes, fuck. I can't-, oh Jesus Christ, anymore!" with his free hand, Kai blindly searched you for any form of extra contact but had to give in to yet another wave of intense pleasure. "And who's stopping you? Who's stopping you from cumming right away?" you tempt him, pronouncing the words well and showing him how much the idea excites you. Kai shudders, letting out a sigh which is followed by a gesture: he begins to masturbate the entire length with implacable ardor. "No one. I do as I please… ah! Harder, Y/N! Yes, yes, more, faster, ye-ees! Talk to mh-me, break me… FFFFUCK!" he wished he had the strength to stop everything and turn around to cum on your face. In your throat. He could not and did not want to interrupt that erotic delirium that fully seized him by reaching an overpowering climax. Spurts of hot sperm abundantly decorated the furniture against which he pressed his erection at its maximum hardness. He no longer saw anything and, convinced he was fainting, he collapsed into a kneeling position, unable to catch his breath. You, visibly drenched along the inside of both thighs, looked him up and down as if in the presence of a blasphemous deity. You dropped the sex toy on the floor. "Kai… ?" "Give me… give me a break. And I won't give it to you tonight."