#game thots

[chamaleonsoul]

Spotify Wrapped ask game!

you know the drill, send a number & reply with songs from your top 100

Catchiest song

A song you didn't expect to see in your top 10

Sexiest song

Artist/band you didn't thought would be in your top artists (if any)

Oldest song (by release date)

Newest song (by release date)

Most streamed month of your top artist (explain if you think/know why)

Longest song

Favourite lyrics of your #1 song

A song that was also in last year's wrapped

Most famous/popular song (in your opinion)

A song you feel should be higher up

The song with the most peculiar sound (to you)

A song you think is underrated

Most danceable track

A song everyone should know

Saddest song

A song that describes your year so far

Is the most streamed song by your favourite artist your favourite of them?

Happiest song

The song you think will be in next years top songs again

Shortest song

A track that makes you think of a specific colour

A song that could be the soundtrack of a movie

Favourite lyrics of your #100 song

Favourite bassline

[willofred]

literally the funniest part abt the perfect court is the height dynamic cause u would think between Jean, Kevin, and Neil that it’s Neil and his scary dogs but it is Neil, the scary dog, and his two trauma bonded ride alongs

[punkshort]

I don’t know if this is an annoying request but is there any way to get a Drabble of when reader had gotten jealous (in the past before the accident) when she found out that joel and Angie had history. In one of your previous chapters, Joel described it as some of the best sex of his life 👀

-Kiwi 🥝💚

Not an annoying ask at all! Thank you for sending this to me, this was a great idea! Sorry it took so long to get to it!

Jealous

An I Know Who You Are drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), blow job, unprotected piv sex, language, edging, lil bit of dom reader/sub joel, masturbation, angry/a little rough sex, jealousy, possessiveness, spanking, hair pulling

WC: 1.6K

A/N: I want to let everyone know this part of their history took place very early on in their relationship. Reader does not yet know his secret, they are in the 'messing around' stage and if you recall, Joel once compared reader to taming a wild horse. So the reader in this story is very different from the one we know. Enjoy!

"Please," Joel whimpered, no longer above begging.

You were between his legs, his cock leaking and heavy in your mouth. With every swirl of your tongue and pump of your fist, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the brink just to have you pull away with a devilish smirk. It was maybe the third time you left him gasping for breath but he lost count so he couldn't be sure. His brain was a jumbled mess and his skin was on fire, soaked with sweat due to his heart pounding so furiously in his chest for the past twenty minutes.

"God, I love it when you use your manners," you purred. You cracked your back and neck with a soft moan, completely ignoring his cock throbbing and aching for attention in front of you. "It really turns me on. Wanna see?"

He groaned and arched his back off the bed, desperately trying to get you to touch him again. He wasn't used to this. Whatever it was you were doing together was fairly new and while the sex was always good, this was something else. And all because at dinner that night, you discovered he fucked someone else well before you even arrived in Jackson.

It was beginning to bother him how non-committal you were. The first couple times you were together, he didn't mind. In fact, he preferred it that way. Especially considering the guilt that weighed him down ever since he first recognized you. But recently, something changed in the way he looked at you, thought about you, felt about you. He was so fucking rusty, he had no idea how to shift the nature of your relationship to something more meaningful. So when Angie showed up, batting her lashes and touching his shoulder at the bar while he waited for you to finish playing whatever game you were playing and come home with him, he leaned into it a bit. He tossed Angie a smile just to add fuel to the flames and make you end the charade. And out of the corner of his eye, when he saw you stiffen and slam down your drink, he felt his cock twitch with excitement.

Maybe he shouldn't have pushed your buttons.

"You're not listening to me," you said sternly, grabbing his chin and forcing his attention back onto you. "I asked you a question."

"Yes," he rasped, "show me. Please," he added, remembering at the last second how you liked it when he begged. You smiled and let his chin go, then took that very same hand and slowly dragged it down your bare chest, over your stomach and underneath the fabric of your panties. You tipped your head back and moaned when you slid two fingers into your pussy, and when you began to rock your hips into your hand, still kneeling between his legs on the bed, he whined and fisted the bedsheets next to him.

He desperately moaned your name, wiping the sweat from his forehead, but you cut him off.

"So wet," you whispered, rolling your neck and opening your eyes, steadily holding his gaze while you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers. "Feels so good. Maybe I'll just make myself come, instead."

"No!" he growled angrily, sitting up and grabbing the back of your neck. You gasped in surprise but he could see your eyes sparkling with excitement and the corners of your mouth twitch.

"No?" you repeated, tilting your head to the side and sinking your teeth into your lower lip, your eyes locked onto his, now inches away from your face while you snapped your wrist even faster between your legs.

"I wanna make you come," he said through clenched teeth while he did everything in his power not to grab you by the waist and slam you down on his cock.

"If you don't like it, maybe you should've taken her home tonight, instead," you seethed angrily, then your eyes fluttered closed and your mouth fell open when your fingers finally brushed up against that one spot that always made you come undone. Joel's nostrils flared when he realized you were close and decided he had enough.

"Fuck this," he muttered. He wrapped his hand around your wrist and yanked it out from between your legs, and before you even had a chance to open your eyes and yell at him, he scooped his other arm around your back and flipped you over so you were lying underneath him. He smirked down at you, finally getting the upper hand. "Did I make you jealous, baby?"

You scoffed and wiggled underneath him, but he pinned you down.

"Don't be ridiculous. You're allowed to fuck whoever you want."

He hummed and noticed your fingers still glistening with your slick. He grabbed your wrist and popped both your fingers into his mouth, his tongue lapping up your arousal with a heady groan, making sure to lick up every last drop before releasing your fingers with a grin.

"Only wanna fuck you, though."

He noticed the way your expression softened a bit, just for a split second. The first crack in your armor. But before he could dig into it deeper, you shifted gears.

"Then go ahead and fuck me already."

He yanked your underwear so fast down your legs, you heard the fabric rip, but you could hardly care when a moment later he was sinking himself inside you with a strangled groan, both finally finding some relief in the familiar stretch.

"Y'drive me fuckin' crazy, y'know that?" he murmured into your cheek. He held your jaw tightly in his grip, his hips roughly slamming into you as you gasped and moaned under him. With every harsh thrust, he brushed against that one spot, already stimulated from your fingers earlier. "Can't just admit you're jealous? Wouldn't look my way all night 'til someone else did and now look at you. Makin' a mess all over my cock."

Your eyes flared with anger and you yanked your chin out of his grasp. Grabbing a handful of his hair, you pulled as hard as you could, causing him to lose his balance for a moment, but it was all you needed. You wrapped your legs around his waist and with a grunt, rolled him over onto his back so you were straddling him.

Your mouth crashed down against his, teeth clashing and tongues messily licking into each other. With your heavy breaths mingling together, his hands roamed, grabbing onto every part of you he could find until they settled on your hips. He helped guide you in his lap, fingers digging into the fatty area where your thighs and hips creased, adding more force every time you dropped back down onto his thick length.

"Jesus, fuck!" Joel growled, lifting one hand to slap your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp until the pain faded and you ordered him to do it again, so he did.

You moaned and tilted your chin to the ceiling, hips grinding into him so you could give your burning thighs a break but it apparently wasn't enough because he started to ram up into you, soft grunts slipping past his lips with each thrust.

With little warning, your back arched and you cried out, convulsing and squeezing his cock as you came, gasping desperately for air. He couldn't tear his eyes away, completely mesmerized, like usual. You were gorgeous, he always knew that, but when he got to see you fall apart for him, it transcended his definition of beauty and left him in awe.

Once you collected yourself, he pulled you down to his chest, burying his face against your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around your ribs, slamming into your used cunt over and over, making you whimper against his skin.

"I wanna come inside you so fuckin' bad," he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

"You can't," you whispered back, leaving out but I wish you could.

"I know."

With a rough groan, he pulled out, causing your eyelids to flutter weakly and your pussy clench angrily at the loss. He pulled your hips down flush so he could rut against you, stilling momentarily when his hot spend spilled out, smearing all over your stomachs.

After giving him a moment to catch his breath, you tried to roll off of him but he didn't loosen his grip.

"Just another minute," he said softly into your shoulder. He felt your body relax and he inhaled deeply, breathing in your scent for later. He tilted his head so he faced you and locked his lips with yours, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. But you didn't allow it for long. You never did.

"Joel," you murmured against his mouth, pulling away and pushing yourself up. He sighed and let you go, watching as you stood on shaky legs to enter his bathroom and clean yourself up. You handed him the wet towel before collecting your clothes from the floor, holding up your mangled underwear with one finger and giving him a look. He chuckled as he wiped his stomach and shrugged.

You rolled your eyes and turned around so he didn't see the smile on your face as you got dressed. His eyes raked up and down your body for a moment before he said, "you don't gotta leave, y'know."

"I have patrol in the morning."

"So?"

"So I need to get some sleep," you said, pulling your shirt on and fixing your hair. He was really growing to hate this part. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow," you added over your shoulder as you headed towards his door. He didn't respond. He just watched you leave, a slow smile pulling at his lips because even though you acted indifferent towards him, the fact remained that you were jealous of another woman giving him attention, and that had to mean something.

[flokali]

Argenti who believes you (player) are Idrila… the being who’d saved him countless of times, the one who protects him in times of peril. The reason he only meets you in near death situation is due to how the universe works, determined to only let you meet those who adore you once they’re at their weakest and need your help to return to their true form. Every time a new soul comes to you, arriving at the Express’ doors, you welcome them and work tirelessly to give them strength unattainable through other means.

Albeit not knowing how you truly look like, he can see your silhouette in his mind’s eye. He knows the broad brush strokes that compose your face, even your eye color and hair texture immortalized in his memory. He knows deep down that there will never be any being that can rival the beauty of his Lord.

Argenti, who once finally home with you, can finally rest easy knowing that you are with him – watching over him and giving him strength in your own way. However, he still cannot touch you, he hasn’t been able to clearly see your face yet. His journey isn’t done, now he must find a way to bring you to him so he can spread the word of your arrival and power while adoring you in his arms.

[shhuuga]

High asf and i need the entire cast of squid game to run through me like hurdles at a college track meet

[hypnagogics]

just had a thot: sex with you is so mind-blowingly amazing from ellie's perspective, she begs you to inflict pain on her to confirm she isn't dreaming...hehe. you can't look me in the eyeballs and tell me she doesn't dabble a little bit in some light masochism every now and then ;)

[eggoatt]

collage poem about Loop

[becca-e-barnes]

What I'd give for the chance to feel like a little stress relief for CEO Bucky 😵‍💫

Loving the thought of being his colleague and not just having to admire him from a distance.

When he comes in each morning, dressed in a crisp, beautifully tailored suit, you find yourself wanting to jump straight onto him. He's powerful and smart and wonderfully capable and it does so much for you.

He finds a way to sneak you a coffee each morning, making sure no one else sees; conscious that your colleagues might start to ask you uncomfortable questions if they found out.

You don't doubt that folks have their suspicions. They're bound to. You're sure they notice the way you focus just a little too long on the plump curve of his bottom lip or the way you lose yourself looking at those long, thick fingers.

No one else knows that your weekly meetings with each other are just an excuse for you to help him take the edge off. They usually consist of you riding him in his office chair, sliding up and down on that delicious cock of his, touching yourself while he takes a phone call.

"That's it pretty girl. Fucking earn it." He's tilted the receiver as far away from his mouth as possible, keeping the speaker to his ear so he can still hear whoever he's got on the line.

It's impossible to stay quiet but you've had plenty of practice. Between the phone call that couldn't wait and the people you work with sitting just outside the door, you've got no choice but to find a way to stay quiet.

"No, that's what I told you last week." Bucky's getting more frustrated by the minute, his brow furrowing and his grip on your hip tightening. "If you've filled out the order wrong, I don't know what to tell you."

Shit, you love this. You've fallen into a delightful rhythm, grinding and rubbing yourself, satisfying his needs as well as your own.

"I don't know how you fucked this up, I couldn't have been clearer." Usually you'd playfully smack his shoulder and warn him to be nice but not when you're this close.

Your body sliding down on his length sounds obscene. You're wet and messy and you know you're going back to your desk with a pussy stuffed full of cum and you love it.

You can't help but groan quietly, your fingers working your clit in tight circles, desperately searching for release.

"I thought I told you to earn it?" Bucky's speaking to you again without any hint of the anger he's feeling for whoever he's talking on the phone to. He's kinder and softer with you but he still likes to maintain his authority.

His free hand holds your wrist to stop you from touching yourself, knowing the can draw this out a little while longer. You can have that back when you've earned it or he decides to do it for you.

[lord-shitbox]

still think itd be pretty fucking funny if Ais can't bring MC or Vere over to the seaspring because Ocudeus either doesn't like them or doesn't want Ais to fuck nasty in his house of worship. Sorry guys you can't come over my sugar momma hates uou

[dipperscavern]

see i've been TELLING the boys that robb fucks with corruption that man is a VIRGIN. v i r g i n. and there's nothing wrong with that but there's something so wonderful of thinking about him having his first time his face all flushed and desperate and he keeps burying his face into your neck and ahfhsjf

and you would’ve almost never expected it too with how suave with the ladies he is on the daily… but no! he’s behaved himself, been a good boy and not ‘sullied’ himself. well, of course, until you came along. AND YOURE SO RIGHT. you’ve seen him sword train and just be so controlled and relaxed, so zen garden, but the moment your hands are brushing his clothed [REDACTED] oh, now he’s panting

[dustisus]

Interview with David Wymack, circa 2023

Interviewer: Gay son or thot daughter? Wymack: What? Interviewer: Would you rather have a gay son or thot daughter? Wymack: You know I can't pick favorites like that.

[willofred]

please it would be so funny if Jeremy’s secret is that he murdered someone. and is having so much angst abt telling Jean over it. Jean who grew up in a torture sports cult, who was sold to the MAFIA, who is best friends with the guy who’s in a homo situationship with TWO murderers one of which is the son of a SERIAL KILLER. his other best friend is also a murderer who grew up in a gang. like Jean would not give a fuck. honestly would probably make Jeremy more relatable to him.

[gift-of-prophecy]

there’s something about the sounds johnny makes after he runs out of stamina… (18+ below)

thinking about how it’s probably similar to the out of breath sounds he makes after he’s overstimmed himself fucking and filling every hole you have… like he doesn’t realize what he’s done to himself until he’s too far gone and he’s gritting his teeth and trying to catch his breath but he can’t stop bucking his hips into the warm wet of your mouth like…

[shhuuga]

broke niggas fuck like they got sum to PROVE and i stand by this

[he1chouarts]

I’m actually amazed at Astarion on my second run in ways I totally missed the first time. This is why I wanted to revisit Act 1 so badly, it was clear to me that there were echoes of things I’d failed to trigger or experience initially.

I think I dove so quickly into racking up approval that I launched past a lot of the early interactions that aren’t necessarily forced in-game or even ‘exclamation mark’ triggered. The first 12 hours alone were a fucked up mystery since I was being coached on how to play by my husband and he would refuse to explain certain mechanics that ended up being quality of life issues (like the fact that you really should start long resting and checking in with companions relatively quickly). I thank him for pushing me into this experience since I was a complete newbie, but it sort of cast a veil over the first big chunk of Act 1.

I feel now like I’m actually getting to see Astarion’s personality unfurl in a much more natural way, and it makes his Act 2 behavior make so much more sense and feel so much less disjointed. The romance is in line with the natural character development now, and it’s even more beautiful to see.

Like…Astarion drank from a bear and he’s so proud of it he has to drunkenly brag about it to his only friend in the camp. That was probably the first bear he’s ever drained, let’s think on this. He’s spent his whole life in Baldur’s Gate. No bears. Being suddenly free of Cazador must’ve been so disorienting, the sun so terrifying, until it slowly becomes his norm. You let him drink from you, and that was marvelous for him! He’s literally like a kid…in a way, he actually gets to be a vampire for the first time. Ever. No rats. No starving. No handing perfectly good, warm blooded mortals over to Cazador before creeping away to his dorm to hopefully just be left alone by the other spawn.

My dude is on vampire Rumspringa. Whether you’re romancing him or not, you’re his best frat bro. Life is kinda fuckin’ awesome when it’s not horribly terrifying. The moments are fleeting, but he does share them with you from time to time! He must really be happy…

First time around, I missed so many dialogues that clearly went from “life is great, I don’t want to go back to Cazador” to “I must amass fathomless power to bring Cazador to heel,” and those conversations contextualize the absolute sea of change that is going on inside his skull right before your eyes. It’s so obvious how he’s flailing, scared, elated, charmed by every little thing, and how these new experiences are threatening to alter him to his marrow. It’s like his murdery outbursts are a physical representation of him railing against the conscience blossoming inside his chest. It’s petulant. It’s bothersome. It hurts. He doesn’t know how to live outside of survival mode. He doesn’t know how to live. His power hungry tirades that don’t seem to make sense with the other calmer, more thoughtful exchanges are the death throes of a brain chemistry that has been driven by nothing but extreme trauma for two centuries.

The small fucking things keep me up at night, and I missed them. Over 200 hours of gameplay, and I still missed some of the sweetest bits. Wow.

[wabblebees]

((please rb if you vote! obv this is just silly but im curious+wanna see ppls opinions<3))