#i feel like shed play a mean dps

[latineslytherin]

Oooh I can definitely shed some light regarding the game as a fellow Dragon Age fan.

So if you played Dragon Age Inquisition and were able to figure out Solas was sus and potentially a future villain before you even hit Skyhold, then you would have been able to figure out the ending “twist” in Hogwarts Legacy. Because I saw both within the first five hours of playing. The main story beats are very obvious just like in Dragon Age.

There isn’t much choice in the dialogue throughout the game. It is very basic but it is definitely made to be like “first choice based story rpg” for “normies”. The choices don’t have a huge impact, it just colors how your character sounds/behaves in cut scenes. Think of it like Hawke’s red and blue dialogue option and that’s it. And the companions, they’re just companions you do quests with related to them, they don’t come with you everywhere. There’s no party and no banter between them. And there is a very obvious “loneliness” because of it. The main character even mentions a few times “I wonder what X would say about this” or “sure would have been nice to have an audience” and it feels like they had planned there to be a party system but cut it, so I dunno. But it definitely suffers for it.

There’s no romance, which tbh doesn’t mean people aren’t going nuts over certain characters. The current fandom darlings are Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt. There’s just no fighting about characters (yet). (Though I did spot someone trying to start up drama about the age of the characters, but people largely ignored them.)

The story itself isn’t like crazy amazing tbh. It’s just a good story, predictable to me but still a good story.

The gameplay is very easy. The only difficulties I had initially is that I’m normally a hack and slash, usually warrior or dps close range rogue, and the wand fights are very medium to long range sort of fighting. So if you’re used to playing a mage or an archer in rpg you’ll be fine. But once you switch there, it’s basically smooth sailing. The enemies aren’t difficult. And the “bosses” that are, you can just liberally dodge roll around most attacks and you’ll be fine.

There are a fuck ton of mini games and puzzles. Almost too many, tbh, but they’re interesting. Except the ones that repeat far too many but those ones are to encourage exploring the map.

The thing that really shines in the game is really the environment. The added lore because of the environment. It’s rich and detailed. Especially Hogwarts. It’s ornate with hundreds of tiny little animations that add a lot. This is definitely a game made to look pretty and to be a love letter to super HP fans who remember super tiny details from the books and from supplemental canon like the Wizarding world website.

Overall the game does NOT deserve the hype it has. It doesn’t do anything new or amazing. It is just a good game and with no game breaking bugs. The only bugs it did have were all visual and usually funny to see because you had to think, is that meant to happen because magic or is that actually a bug? Which tbh, in our current landscape of over advertised games that get released with game breaking bugs (looking at cyberpunk 2077 and fallout 76) probably is what makes it worth the hype.

Personally, as a gamer, I think it is truly overblown only because it caters to the lowest common denominator while also throwing in a lot of Easter eggs for the HP super fans.

Those 9/10 scores should really be 8/10, maybe 7/10 if people didn’t think that 7/10 rating meant the game is a buggy disaster.

im not going to play it bc honestly i sincerely don’t care to regardless of politics, but i am curious if hogwarts legacy is actually truly a good game or if it’s getting so much attention by virtue of harry potter fandom is big + a lot of people are probably playing it that don’t normally play high budget long form games + some people like stirring the pot on the controversy

bc I think about my beloved RPGs like dragon age and baldur’s gate and all these games with rich story and lore and characters and lots of origins and usually your choices can change the endings at least somewhat and there are at least a few romances that get people rabid and i haven’t heard anything like that about HP? like, i see zero actual hype for the content even among fans of it, and i think it might just be so well-regarded by “normies” because they literally don’t know that games in general are just a really good medium for adventure and story telling and this game probably isn’t uniquely good?

humble bundle should release a pack that’s a few top RPGs and a lot of stuff from trans creators and/or with great trans representation as well so that we can intro these poor non-gamers into the world of what rpgs can really bring to their life

[sasuketheenegro]

yeah dva in her in game dynasty skin is cool, but also consider: she’d be player of the match everytime

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 || dark!Bucky Barnes & dark!Steve Rogers x reader

summary: a little fresh air never hurt anyone, right?

word count: 10.3k (yes, OVER TEN THOUSAND WORDS OF FILTH what is wrong with me)

warnings: noncon smut (incl. anal, oral m and f receiving, dp, and spitroasting), bondage/restraint (and a gag), some mild violence, lots of slapping, pussy spanking, forced orgasms, degradation/derogatory language, kinda kidnapping, a touch of stockholm syndrome?, very brief breeding kink, period-typical sexism (this is set in the late 60s but you wouldn't really be able to tell aside from that and the lack of technology)

a/n: the song that plays on the radio, and the song that just so happens to be the title of the fic, is by john lee hooker in case anyone wants the proverbial vibes

You needed a chance to clear your head every once in a while, that's what camping in the woods was for.  It was the perfect time of year for it, too; the leaves were changing, the woodland animals were beginning to prepare for hibernation, and the weather was almost warm with a refreshing breeze that promised to bring the winter chill soon enough.

It was far from your first time in these woods, you knew the drive like the back of your hand by now, just as well as you knew how to hike down to the best places to set up camp.  

You set down your pack and took in a deep breath of the crisp autumn air.  No sounds except for the wind in the trees, the trickle of the creek, and your own thoughts which you found pleasantly blank.  You'd chosen a spot by the creek, where you could spearfish on evenings that you felt especially adventurous, with a nice dirt patch perfect for a fire.  The most dangerous thing about camping in the fall was that the dry leaves could catch flame so easily, so one of the key stages of setting up camp was raking away any foliage from your firepit, lest it become unintentional kindling.

The next order of business was finding a few dozen smooth stones to surround the fire, along with some logs and sticks to burn.  

A knife and flint was just enough to speed up your firebuilding so that you had something solid going by nightfall, shedding your jacket to better feel the warmth as the flames grew and the sun set.

Sure, the woods could feel a little… creepy, at night, for lack of a better word, but it was more tranquil than anything.  Most of the wildlife that was so active during the day stilled and silenced, bar the occasional owl’s hoot, so the loudest sounds were the crackling of your fire and the ever-present trickle of the creek.  You heated your kettle for a cup of chamomile tea, something to help you get to sleep on the admittedly uncomfortable sleeping bag in your canvas tent.

The mug warmed your fingers as you filled and held it, and the steam warmed your face as you took a sip; but the contents warmed your chest, and your soul, as you contemplated the flavors; is it possible that tea tastes better when enjoyed in the quiet woods, mid-autumn?

You were already yawning by the time the mug was finished, so you set it aside and crawled into your tent, shedding the excessive layers and slipping between the fluffy down-stuffed layers of your bedroll.  It was chilly at first but you knew your body heat would make it toasty all too soon, so you ignored the way you shivered as you fluffed your pillow and laid it under your head.

It was dark with only the fading light of your fire seeping in through the thick-weave canvas; and it was quiet, being the middle of the forest and all.  One sound you didn’t expect were distant sirens, barely audible, which made you wonder if something had happened, but you couldn't know what so you didn't pay it much mind as you drifted to sleep.

The next morning came early, of course; as early as the sun rose, warm sunlight flooding through the canvas of your tent.

You enjoyed staying in the bed for a while, not so much because it was very comfortable (it wasn’t) but just because you wanted to relish having no need to get up yet.  No job, no cleaning, no chores… though you were pretty hungry so that inspired you to get up and see about breakfast.

Slipping on a few more layers to protect yourself from the morning breeze, you opened your tent and stepped out into the woods, finding your fire had been reduced to a pile of embers meaning that you would need to find more wood to get it going for breakfast-cooking purposes.  And that’s what you were about to do when you heard a snapping of twigs echo through the woods, making you glance up to the source of the noise.

Your back straightened instantly at the sight of two men, one with short blonde hair and the other’s dark and nearly to his shoulders, walking down the hill nearby just across the creek.  They were still pretty distant, and yet they were much too close for comfort; close enough to see that these were not men one would want to encounter while alone in the woods.

They had new clothes— baggy and loose, almost certainly stolen— but it wasn’t enough to hide where they must’ve come from.  They might as well have still been in jumpsuits with numbers on their chests.

The prison, just over five miles away.  Had they really hiked this far?  You kicked yourself now for ignoring the sirens last night.

You froze as they turned and caught your gaze, the three of you locked in a stare for a brief moment before one of them took a step forward: that was all the cause you needed to run like hell, turning on your heel and starting so fast you nearly slipped on the leaves beneath you.  You heard them call out, chasing after you, but you focused on staring ahead and trying to remember the path back home, or at least to the road where someone might drive by to help you.

A root nearly caught your foot but you kept running, hating that you could hear them gaining on you since it didn’t actually seem to help you run any faster.  You looked back and saw them much too close for comfort, but when you looked back ahead it was too late to avoid the tree right in front of you; you swerved but it still made you slip and almost fall.

But you didn’t fall.  Someone caught you, and grabbed you, and pulled you into his oppressive form.

His arms held you painfully tight as his hand covered your mouth.  "Gotcha," the man growled against your ear, licking the shell of it as you struggled against his grip.  

Everything everyone had told you about why a lady shouldn’t camp alone in the woods suddenly flashed in your mind, your eyes squinting shut as you wished you had listened.  All you could do now was kick wildly, swinging your legs in the air which didn't even do anything.

"Pretty little thing, aren't ya?” he purred as you saw the second man come into view— the blonde one, so you knew it was the one with long, dark hair that must’ve been holding you, giving you such a twisted compliment.  “Just beggin' to be fucked right."

"Don't look so scared, sweetheart, we're not gonna hurt you…” the blonde man explained, “just play nice and we will too."

"Speak for yourself, Rogers," the man holding you snarled.  "Been a long time since I got to feel a pussy, I wanna tear this little bitch up."

You sobbed and writhed as the one apparently called Rogers hushed you soothingly, trying to calm you.  "Hey, just do what we say and it won't hurt alright?  Just take it easy."

He stepped closer, reaching out towards you while you grunted and whined with every kick, smiling in a way that would’ve been soothing in nearly any other situation.  He motioned to his partner who slowly lowered his hand from your mouth, and though your instinct was to scream you just heard yourself panting and whimpering instead.

“Did you hear me?  We’re not gonna hurt you.  We haven’t even introduced ourselves yet… I’m Steve, and this here is my cellmate— uh, friend— Barnes.”

“But you can call me Bucky, dollface,” the man behind you added with a little smile that you could hear and feel with him pressing up so close to your face.

“See, he and I just came from an awful, terrible place—”

“I know where you came from,” you cut him off with a snarl.  “You’re criminals!  You’re scum!”

Bucky just laughed and held you tighter until your arms started to ache from struggling against him.  

“Hey now, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve corrected firmly— not angry, but stern.  “I was framed, I served seven years for something I didn’t do.  You’re innocent, too, right Barnes?”

“No,” he instantly answered, making Steve look disappointed.  “Oh, uh, sure.  Yeah, I was framed.  Real sob story,” he suddenly decided, not sounding like he was trying that hard to convince you.

“Point is, we were all alone for a long, long time, and we thought maybe you’d wanna be nice and take care of us, huh?” Steve offered.

“Fuck you,” you hissed.

“That’s sort of the idea,” Bucky whispered playfully.

“Let me go,” you demanded as Steve’s eyes widened and his nostrils flared, anger finally coming out when he suddenly grabbed your chin and held your face to look up at him.

“Let me make one thing very fucking clear,” he explained, nearly whispering so you were forced to stay still and quiet to hear him.  “You don’t get to pick what you want.  But you get to pick if you’re gonna make this easy, or difficult.”

You spat in his face; he slapped you for that, so hard that your ears rang for a moment while he grimaced and wiped his face with his sleeve.

“Difficult it is,” he announced with ill-restrained loathing, coming even closer as Bucky covered your mouth again to muffle your screams of protest.  “Buck, I’m goin’ first.”

“Fuck you, pal, I was in longer and I saw her first,” Bucky replied frustratedly.  “I’m not gonna take long anyway, you can go after me.”

“I just got spit in my face!” Steve reminded him.  “And the breakout was my idea!”

“Your idea?!” Bucky repeated incredulously.  “What, you think you’re the first guy to think ‘hey, what if we just left prison?’ because trust me, if it wasn’t for my screwdriver—”

Their argument caused Bucky’s focus to slip, that must have been why the hand on your mouth loosened and you could speak again.

"You won't get away with this, my father's a sheriff!" you yelped, interrupting their negotiation.

They both laughed darkly and you instantly regretted saying it.

"Oh, sweetheart, your old man's a cop?  That's too bad,” Steve sighed.  “You know what they say: sins of the father…"

"Fuck the daughter,” Bucky finished with a cold, hollow laugh as he suddenly bit down on your ear making you wince and shudder, tears streaming down your cheeks already.

He tossed you down and pinned you to the ground, his strong, heavy body on top of yours knocking the wind out of you as he began to tear at your clothes and, annoyingly, not seeming to find them much trouble at all.  You whimpered when you felt your pants torn down your legs, hating how exposed and vulnerable you felt, hating the undeniable fact that you couldn’t stop this.

You tried to get up when he reached down to open his belt and jeans, but Steve’s boot came down on your shoulder and held you still again.  Bucky was rushed and brutal as he pushed his pants down and pressed his cock against your ass, guiding it between your legs as you hissed and tried not to think about what was about to happen.

He pulled back briefly to spit on your hole, spreading the forced wetness with the head of his cock before suddenly pushing into you as you gasped and choked on a sob.

"Oh, that's it baby,” he groaned, “scream if you want, nobody can hear you but us."

Already he was thrusting with wild abandon, his hips slapping into your ass as his hot breath came down against your ear and neck, his face pressing yours into the cold ground.

"Fuuuuuck,” he moaned lowly, “so tight, Jesus Christ… fuckin' missed this, went almost ten years without burying my cock in a wet little cunt like this.  Shit, it's even better than I remember."

You just cried and bit down on nothing, pain making violent shivers run up your spine as the width of him split you open, pushing deeper than you’d known anything could go.

Each thrust seemed somehow rougher and deeper than the last, pushing you further past your limits, making your toes curl inside your boots.  He was unabashedly using your body, treating you with less care than some men might a blow-up doll, moaning loudly as he split you open with every moment.

So why did it almost begin to feel good, now that the worst of the pain had faded?  Why was the ridge of his cock brushing over your g-spot just right each time he moved?

He pinned more of his weight on you as he changed his angle slightly, enough to add just that much more brutality to every stroke, the loud slapping of skin echoing through the desolate trees.  You could tell he wasn’t lying about how long he’d been celibate in prison, because he fucked you with every ounce of pent-up frustration, hissing through his teeth and holding you tight enough to bruise.

Everything he did, he did enough to bruise.

“Yeah, take it, bitch,” he moaned when you made a particularly pained noise.

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna take long,” Steve remembered, staring down at the two of you from where he was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed.  

“I’m almost done, you waited this long you can wait five more minutes,” Bucky dismissed, voice a little strained as he kept fucking you.

“Just stop and give me a turn and then you can get back to it,” Steve suggested.

“Nah, no fuckin’ way,” Bucky laughed, “feels way too good to stop.  Trust me, Stevie, this pussy’s worth the wait.”

“Get her on her knees then,” Steve instructed as he came closer to you and kneeled in front of your face; Bucky manhandled your hips into place while Steve pulled your hair until you yelped and brought your head up.  “I wanna fuck this pretty little throat.”

He cut off your protests with another hard slap to your cheek, tugging your hair again as you struggled to hold yourself up on shaking arms.

“Gonna teach this mouthy bitch a lesson,” he explained as he hit you again before using one hand to open his belt and jeans.  “You know what’s gonna happen if you try to bite me, right?  I’ll just knock you out and fuck your throat anyways.  So you’d better make it good if you wanna breathe.”

You tried your best to nod with his fist tugging your hair, gasping slightly when he pulled his cock out and stroked it right in front of your face.  

“Come on, baby, open up— this is the most you’ve kept your mouth shut all day,” he laughed, tapping the swollen head of his cock on your lips until you finally opened them.  The flavor of his skin on your tongue made your lips curl in disgust but he held your jaw and pushed deeper, quickly hitting the back of your throat.  “Fuck, so warm… come on, suck it, make it good for me.”

“She’s gettin’ wet,” Bucky informed Steve with a chuckle.  “She likes it— don’t you, little whore?” he prompted as he slapped your ass suddenly, making you cry out around Steve’s length.  “You like choking on a cock like you deserve?”

You made some sort of gurgling sound, and apparently they took it as a ‘yes.’

"Aw yeah, fuck, gonna fill up this little cunt,” Bucky promised.  Funny thing is, you weren't sure if "this little cunt" meant your hole, or you.

“You’d better not, m’supposed to go after you,” Steve reminded him.

“Fuck, I dunno if I have the heart to pull out,” Bucky admitted with a laugh, slapping you on the ass to make your walls suddenly clench around him.  “I know a sweet body like this just needs to be bred.”

Your sob was louder around where Steve’s girth stretched your lips, making Bucky laugh darkly.

"Oh shit honey, what would Daddy Sherriff say if he found out you got knocked up by a couple'a criminals, huh?  By murderers?"

Steve pulled his cock out just enough to let you sob weakly before shoving back in and penetrating your throat.

"Yeah, you like it don't you?” Bucky continued to taunt you.  “You like being bred by some strangers who caught you in the woods… dirty bitch."

Steve's head fell back as he started to thrust into your mouth faster and harder, the base of his cock flexing against your tongue.  You assumed it was a sign that he was close and it made you hopeful that this would be over soon, but he suddenly pulled out with an exhausted laugh.

"Oh no you don't," he breathed, "not gonna come yet, still need to feel that tight little pussy of yours… if Bucky would hurry the fuck up."

"Fuck, I'm close, I'm close," Bucky rasped.  "Shit, babydoll, this wet cunt is gonna make me come, aren't you so proud?"

Steve held your mouth open and rubbed his cock on your tongue, occasionally shoving two fingers in with it which were salty with his sweat. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck," Bucky hissed, "oh god, fuck, I'm—!"

He pulled out suddenly, rubbing his cock against your clit as his seed shot onto the ground beneath you.  You sighed with relief although you hated the way your body was actually disappointed, craving more and clenching around nothing in protest.

Bucky was hardly even finished when Steve reached under your arms to pull you up and flip you onto your back, groaning as he settled between your legs and rubbed his cock over your folds.  He didn't waste any time pushing into you, and apparently being fucked by Bucky wasn't enough to warm you up for Steve because you hissed at the sting as he filled you.

"Fuck," Steve mumbled as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down beside your head.  Already he had begun to pull back only to spear into you again, reaching deeper inside you than Bucky had until you were gasping and choking on nothing.

Bucky stood up and stepped back, pulling his jeans up as he watched you two on the ground.

"You got any cigarettes back at camp, sweetheart?" Bucky asked you, and it was hard to focus on his question but you shook your head.  "Damn," he breathed, pondering for a moment before coming up with his next question.  "You got any candy bars?"

"Do you mind?" Steve hissed, still thrusting into you— a bit slower than Bucky but not exactly more gentle.  "We're kind of busy here."

"No, I don't particularly mind," Bucky smirked.

"Can't you just entertain yourself for a few minutes while I finish this?"

"Why should I entertain myself when I've got this pretty little thing to entertain me?" Bucky smirked, kneeling down beside you as Steve buried his face in the crook of your neck.  "Wanna help me out here, dollface?  I'm still hard…"

He freed one hand from Steve's grip and brought it up to the front of his jeans so you could feel the hard bulge there.  He opened them for you, reaching in and pulling his hard cock out to wrap your hand around it.

Feeling the thickness of it in your palm now, you couldn't imagine how it ever fit inside you.

"Yeah, that's it, I'll teach you how to stroke it right…" he groaned.  "You know how many times I had to do this to myself, just imagining claiming a little slut like you?  Your hands are so much softer, sweetheart…"

His hand tightened around yours and guided every movement, which was good because you had no chance of focusing on anything while Steve was slamming into you and moaning right by your ear.

"So wet," he whispered to you, "so warm.  All mine…"

You felt your insides grip him harder and he smiled, lips tickling your sensitive skin.

"Yeah, you like bein' mine.  You like being owned, I can feel it.  I can feel that this is exactly what you needed.  Is that what you were hoping for when you came out to these woods all by yourself?  That a big strong man would show up and stretch out this pussy?  Well I'm here now, angel, and I'm just about ready to fill you up real good."

A few more thrusts, faster and harder than ever, were enough to send Steve over the edge as you felt each pulse warm you from the inside out.  Steve groaned loudly and buried himself as deep as he could possibly go, painting his come right onto your cervix while you gasped at the sensation.

Bucky stopped moving your hand and looked down at Steve.  "Are you fucking serious— did you just come inside?"

Steve took a moment to catch his breath before answering: "duh."

"How come you get to come inside but I don't, huh?"

"Cause I went second!"

"Yeah, that's some bullshit," Bucky scoffed.

"Will you just leave now, please?" you whimpered weakly from the ground.  "You got what you wanted, now just go."

"Oh, sweetheart, we are nowhere near done with you," Steve promised, sighing as he pulled out of you slowly.

You wanted to try to get up, but your limbs were weak and numb, and your head heavy with confusion.  It made it easy for Bucky to scoop you up and carry you back the way you'd run, your tent quickly coming into view which made you realize how pitifully short your chase had been.

“Looks big enough for the three of us,” Steve noted as he tilted his head to look at your camp.

“We’re not going in yet, I think somebody needs a little creek bath first,” Bucky smiled as he started to set you down on your shaky legs.  “Go ahead and strip, doll.”

You shivered, considering resistance but deciding it wasn’t worth the trouble as you started to peel off your shirt and jacket, then your boots and slightly torn leggings.

They both smiled and watched you, Bucky snorted a little when he saw how hard your nipples were.  “It’s chilly,” you defended meekly.

“Sure it is,” he nodded, “don’t stop, get in the water when you’re done.”

You nodded slightly as you tossed the clothes aside, trying to cover yourself with your arms as you slowly walked into the stony creek, wishing the water weren’t so clear so it would cover you better.

You made a weak attempt to clean yourself, watching goosebumps cover your skin from the cool water.

"Wash yourself up good,” Bucky instructed firmly.  “I don't want any of Rogers' jizz still in you when I take that pussy again."

With a grimace, you washed between your legs and winced when your touch reawakened the sting of soreness there.

“You’re gonna have to push it out, honey, it’s real deep,” Steve grinned pridefully.

You did your best to clean up, not for Bucky’s benefit but for your own, because you hated how it felt to have Steve’s spend still within you.

“How am I supposed to dry off?” you asked nervously as you looked around, knowing you hadn’t brought a towel as you hadn’t really planned on a full creek bath during your trip.  You hadn’t planned on any of this during your trip, shockingly enough.

“You can drip dry,” Steve suggested.

“So you want me to stand naked in the cold for an hour while I dry?” you realized, irritated but still scared.

“Something like that,” Bucky confirmed.  “Unless you want us to keep you warm…”

“I’ll freeze,” you decided, stepping out of the water as Bucky snatched your clothes away to make sure you couldn’t dress.  “Gimme those!”

“Come and get ‘em,” he challenged, leaving you to huff and cross your arms, teeth chattering as the wind picked up.

You couldn’t imagine why they cared so much about testing your will when they’d already proven that they could take you however they wanted.  Perhaps it was just that they wanted to know you’d accepted that.  Better yet, they probably hoped you would participate willingly if you understood that you never had a choice.

Closing your eyes didn’t help, you could still feel their hungry gaze on you; rubbing yourself with your hands didn’t help because it just spread the cold water around on your skin, rather than actually warming you up.

It was probably less than a minute but it felt like half an hour before you relented, walking up to Bucky and looking down to avoid his stare as you meekly requested, “can I have my clothes, please?”

“But I can think of so many better ways to keep you warm,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you, Steve moving behind you to press his chest against your back.  You sighed with relief because even this was already making you feel better,  the warmth of their bodies taking out some of the chill while their size blocked you from the wind.  You mewled, ever so quietly, when you felt Bucky’s lips on your neck, your eyes falling shut as your head fell back onto Steve’s chest.  

They showered you in gentle touches and teasing kisses as they picked you up and carried you into your tent, the small space beginning to warm quickly with the heat of three people inside— or was it just you that was getting hot from what they were doing to you.

Steve was groping your tits and pinching your hardened nipples, while Bucky focused most on sucking your neck or biting just beneath your ear.  It was overwhelming, and impossible to ignore though you wanted so desperately not to be aroused.  There were only four hands exploring your body but it might as well have been a hundred because you couldn’t tell the difference, they were touching you everywhere all at once.

"Now, are you gonna behave or do we need to tie you up?" Steve asked quietly.

You shook your head wildly, tensing up just imagining that.  "Then say it," he instructed.

"I-I'll be good," you promised weakly.

Bucky grinned and slid his hand up your thigh, and though you didn’t mean to, when Bucky reached between your legs you tried to shut them and squirm away, it was instinct.

"Ah ah ah," Steve tutted.  "You said you'd be good."

"Think we oughta tie her up," Bucky nodded, feigning disappointment.

"No, please, I'm sorry—"

"Too late for sorry, dollface," Bucky smirked, grabbing a shirt from your pack and tearing it into strips like it was no effort at all.  

Steve held your wrists together for Bucky to tie, and they even tied your legs up bent and spread wide, finishing it off with a gag in your mouth.

Now you were helpless to Bucky pinching your clit, circling it with his thick and calloused finger, applying pressure to it until your eyes watered.  At first it was exploratory, delicate, but once he’d found the most sensitive places he began to rub your clit hard and fast, laughing every time you moaned and flicking the sensitive bud to make your body jolt.

"Yeah, this little cunt's getting all wet, y'like having your pussy played with?" he smirked.

He accentuated his question with a few sudden spanks to your clit that made you jerk and yelp.  The worst thing was that each slap made a wet sound that made you sure you were soaking by now.

“I know you want it so bad, don’t worry doll, I’m not gonna make you wait anymore…”

He caged you in and opened his jeans one more time, the process going much more quickly since he didn’t have to hold you down— you could squirm and cry, but that was about it.  

With a little grunt, he pushed into you, and with how wet you were it actually went it much more easily.  It was by no means painless though, especially since he was already moving and giving you no time to adjust.

"Yeah, that's better," he sighed, grinning as he watched you whine into the gag.  "Now I can really take my time with you, show you how good I can make you feel."

He was certainly more relaxed than the first time, his pace measured and calculated as he made sure his hips met with yours fully at the end of each stroke.  His width wasn’t as challenging in this position but his length certainly was, bumping into your sore and delicate cervix until you were forced to bite down onto the gag to cope.

But, in spite of the pain, or perhaps because of it, something deep and strong was forming inside you, tightening and twisting until it took all your effort not to let it spill forth.

He reached down and roughly rubbed your clit again, forcing a muffled scream from your throat as he grinned down at you.  “Close already, huh?  Good to know I haven’t lost my touch after all these years.”

You almost heard Steve scoff beside you, but it was hard to hear anything when your ears felt like they were full of cotton, only your own echoing heartbeat ringing louder than anything else.

"Yeah, I wanna feel you fuckin' come,” Bucky growled.  “Bet you get even tighter every time."

As much as you wished not to, you fell over the edge, back arching until your chest bumped into Bucky’s where he hovered above you.  He coaxed you along in his words and movements, your walls clenching in a nonsensical rhythm.  More than anything you just wished he would stop moving so you could catch your breath, but his pace never faltered and it felt like you’d never stop coming if he never stopped fucking you.

“That’s it, good fucking girl,” he groaned, “makin’ you feel so good, aren’t I?  Answer me.”

You hesitated, and sniffled, but finally nodded.

Even worse, your clit was so swollen now that he didn’t even need to rub it with his thumb anymore; his cock rubbed against it with each movement, the ridges of his shaft massaging you there until it felt like every part of your body had become the most sensitive place possible.  You shook violently beneath him, each wave of pleasure stronger than the last until you felt like you had lost all sense of time, and space, and really anything that wasn’t being fucked in this tent like the fate of the world depended on it.

"Get outta the tent, Steve,” Bucky instructed suddenly.

"Why?" Steve protested with a scoff.

"I can't come with you starin' at me!"

"I'm not looking at you, dumbass,” he sneered, “I'm lookin’ at her.  So pretty when she cries…"

"Whatever, either way, just go outside please?" 

Clearly irritated but relenting anyways, Steve grunted under his breath as he got up, stepping unceremoniously over both of you.  Bucky sighed with relief when Steve zipped the tent flap shut behind him, turning his attention back to you.  “That’s better, isn’t it?  Just me and you… way it oughta be.”

“I heard that!” Steve called from outside.

“Then stop listening!” Bucky suggested through his teeth before leaning down to whisper in your ear, holding your hips tight so he could fuck you harder than ever.  "I don't give a fuck what he says, I'm coming in you this time.  Not pulling out until I know every drop is in you, wanna see this pussy stuffed to the brim with my come… you want it too, huh?”

Another electrifying pulse inside you made your channel flutter around him, and how cruel that the moan he made actually turned you on more.

"Fuck, that's it, squeeze my fuckin' dick, honey.  Wanna milk all the come outta my cock, don't you?"

You nodded again, hearing him moan in that perfect way one more time before you started to feel him pulse and swell within you, streams of hot come pouring into you.  The amount was pretty impressive since he’d already come once, although you didn’t exactly feel ‘impressed,’ so much as horrified and confused.  And numb, from coming so many times.

Bucky smiled down at you with an exhausted sigh, smacking you lightly on the face a few times to try to rouse you from your blissed-out state, but all you could do was hum sleepily into the gag.

“M’gonna untie you now, you’re too out of it to try anything,” he explained, releasing the gag first before working on your wrists and your legs.  A rush of warm come oozed out of your abused hole when he pulled back, making your face heat up as he smiled and held your legs up to see it better.  “Yeah, filled you up real nice,” he informed you.  He gave a reassuring pat to your thigh before getting up and getting out of the tent, leaving you to stare blankly into nothingness for a while.

Eventually, you knew you had to face the world again, though you were more sure than ever that you weren’t prepared for it.  Grabbing a blanket from the floor of the tent and covering yourself with it, you took a slow breath to try to stabilize yourself.

For how slow time seemed to have passed so far, you were surprised to see the sun setting when you opened the tent flap and stepped outside.  You realized, with a sick feeling in your chest, that they had been using you nearly all day now.  And considering they were waiting for you around the fire, giving you a glance up and down as you emerged from the tent, they still might not stop for a while.

In fact, they’d made themselves very comfortable from the looks of it.  The fire was burning stronger than ever, three logs positioned around the sides of the firepit to sit on; a pot was over the fire, and you recognized the contents as some of the food supplies from your pack.  Best of all, Steve had found your battery radio and adjusted the station, blues quietly playing from the speaker as he used your hunting knife to whittle a stick.

Serves you right to suffer, the smooth voice crooned from the broadcast, serves you right to be alone...

For a moment, the three of you sat in silence as you took in the scene.  But when the wind changed and the heat of the fire no longer reached you, you remembered you had business to attend to.  

“C-Can I have my clothes back now?” you asked Bucky quietly, seeing them draped over the side of one of the logs.

“I think if you get dressed you’ll try to run again,” Steve mumbled, not even looking up at you.

“No, I won’t, I’m too tired,” you explained.  “I just don’t want to be cold.”

“Fire’s hot enough,” Bucky dismissed.  “Why don’t you just lay down a while, hm?  Get some rest.  You earned it.”

You weren’t just tired physically, but mentally, which is partly why you didn’t put up more of a fight before going over to the log and laying beside it, the blanket around you protecting you from the cold ground while you used your clothes as a sort of pillow on the log.

It couldn’t have been that you were asleep, because you could still hear the fire and the radio and Steve’s whittling (a constant reminder that he had a knife), but with your eyes closed and the darkness getting darker it was almost like sleep.  A draining, restless sleep that did nothing to shelter you from the memories of what you’d become.

So, you opened your eyes, staring into the flames instead and venturing the occasional glance at Bucky or Steve; the former always met your stare, the latter would only look up if a sound got his attention.

“You gonna take a turn?” Bucky asked Steve casually, motioning to you by cocking his head.

“Not yet, need a while to... you know, build up some energy,” Steve explained.

“Mind if I have another go then?”

“She’s all yours,” Steve approved, making Bucky grin as he got up and circled the log you were slumped over.  

“Y’hear that, dollface?  All mine,” he cooed, picking you up and adjusting you until you were bent over the log, facing Steve and the fire.  Your clothes kept your naked torso from rubbing against the bark, thankfully, but nothing could spare you from Bucky’s incessant touch, running up your back, over your butt which he spanked a few times for good measure, and finally to your entrance which he pushed two fingers into first.  “Mm, we stretched you out pretty good… you’ll be back in shape by the mornin’, but until then, I just slide right in…”

And he proved himself right with one long stroke that pushed his cock to the deepest parts of you, pushing your hips forward into the log as you tried your best to keep your breathing steady.

He was uniquely quiet this time, still moaning and grunting occasionally but otherwise sparing you from the constant taunts and filthy whispers.  Steve, meanwhile, was doing his best to look unaffected, but the subtle adjustment of his legs along with the increased vigor of his carving made it clear he was distracted by the sight in front of him.

Bucky’s strong hands on your hips were sure to leave marks, fingertips digging into your curves and pulling you back onto him, spearing you on his length.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he sighed, “gonna come.”

And it was actually a relief because this was going to end (for now), which was definitely the only reason you moaned in response.  He got more talkative after that, smacking you on the ass a few more times as he chuckled darkly behind you. 

“Fuck, take it, doll… take all my fuckin’ come.”

It was sort of a meaningless instruction, since you had to, but he seemed to enjoy reminding you that he was about to take his pleasure from your body one more time.  He made a weak little moaning noise, almost pained, as he filled you once again, slumping down on top of you and for the first time really showing signs of exhaustion after coming three times in a day.  You were so out of it that you hardly noticed his weight on you, or the little kisses he gave to your ear, whispering praises that tried your best not to hear.  

He pulled out and came back around to look at your face again, pulling you up slightly by your hair so you looked up at him.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl,” he groaned.  “Open your mouth sweetheart,” he instructed, spitting onto your tongue as soon as you’d done it, then lifting your jaw to make you close your mouth and swallow.

He tugged your hair harder before he kissed you, more possessive than affectionate, but unexpected regardless.  His tongue tangled with yours as he reached down to circle his hand around your neck, feeling your pulse but not going so far as to choke you.

A little groan from Steve caught both his attention and yours.  "You wanna fuck her, Stevie?"

"Oh god, I want that ass, I want that fuckin ass," he answered through his teeth, making you gulp as Bucky laughed.

"Go for it, man," he encouraged, and only a second after he stood up you both heard and felt Steve appear behind you, one calloused hand spreading your cheeks; you whimpered from embarrassment when you felt a finger circle your tight rim, before slowly pushing in.

"Fuck," you whispered, and it sounded much more like a curse of pleasure than you intended.

"Yeah, you want it don't you?" he asked through his teeth, giving you a hard spank that made you cry out.  Bucky slapped you when you didn't answer, grabbing your jaw roughly.

"He asked you a question," he reminded you firmly, the sound of Steve spitting into his hand and coating your hole and his length distracting you slightly.

"Yes, yes, I want it!" you sobbed.

"Where?"

"In my ass!"

Your body put up significant resistance against his swollen head, but it was no match for his rough thrust forward, the tip of him popping inside and stretching you painfully.  You bit your lip but it was impossible to stay quiet when he slid the rest of the way in.

You cried out as he moaned with satisfaction, already moving so much faster than you could handle (which, to be fair, was a low bar).

"Oh my god," he breathed.  "So fuckin' tight…"

The pain was sharp, and it felt like the base of his cock was impossibly thicker than the rest of him since you whined every time he pushed in.

"Aw, does it hurt baby?  That's my cock ruining your little hole, sweetheart…"

"Stop," you rasped, "please… please stop…"

"Nah, I think you like it… I think what you really needed was just to be put in your place, fucked in every hole so you know exactly what you're meant for."

Bucky appeared in front of you again, stroking himself in front of your face, still slick from behind inside you.

"See what a mess you made on my cock, dollface?  I think you need to help me clean it up," he groaned, holding your jaw open to stuff his cock into your mouth and stifle your sobs.  The taste of your and his come was potent and musky on your tongue, his head pushing right into your open throat when you tried to gag.

Steve held you tighter as he thrusted a bit more vigorously, Bucky simultaneously using your throat as he stroked your hair and cheek.  

You couldn’t remember how to do anything but just take it now.  At times their paces synchronized and you felt like you were being filled to the brim at both ends.  Other times they were in a syncopation where one pushed in just as the other pulled out, meaning you had no real breaks at all.

Bucky was too weak to come again, that much was obvious, but he was happy to choke you anyways; and Steve, well, Steve was moaning more now than he had from your mouth or pussy, apparently trying to hold himself back even though he had no reason to try to prolong this— unless he actually wanted to see you in pain more than he wanted to finish?

“You want me to come in your ass?” Steve interrogated you with a spank to your thigh.  “Beg for it.”

You shook your head around the length in your mouth.

“It doesn’t stop until you beg me for it, isn’t that what you want?  You want it to stop, right?”

Had you really fallen into his trap that easily?  

Bucky pulled back to give you the opportunity to meet Steve’s request, and you sucked in a lungful of air before finally whimpering: “Please, Steve… please come…”

“Where?” he pressed, ever-determined to make you remind him where he was fucking you.

“Please come in my ass…”

“If you say so, sweetheart,” he snickered before starting to thrust faster and more erratically, chasing his peak which you prayed was close.  It was, thankfully, though never close enough, and you forgot that the swell of his pulsating cock would stretch your tired hole even wider.

And, you forgot that he had no reason to pull out just because he’d come.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “that was good.”

You tried to kick him away but it was impossible with how hard he’d pinned you down to the log.

“Just stay still and keep my cock warm in this pretty ass of yours, alright?” he instructed, all the while Bucky stared down at you with a satisfied smirk on his face, combing your hair a bit with his fingers.

“You’re tired, huh?” he noticed.  “We’ll get you to bed soon.”

“Will you leave?” you instantly returned.

“We need somewhere to make camp for the night, too.  And since there’s already a perfectly good camp right here…”

“No,” you whined, “no, you’re never gonna leave me alone, are you?”

“We’ll talk about it in the morning, alright?” he offered.

//

It was truly a testament to how physically exhausted you were that you managed to fall asleep squished between your two personal monsters.

Bucky was behind you, essentially spooning you while Steve had an arm draped over your chest.  And even with the heavy weight on you, physical and metaphysical, you would’ve slept through the night easily if it weren’t for the feeling of Steve running his hands over your body, groping you wherever he could reach.

You opened your eyes but it was still pitch darkness, giving you no distraction from the physical sensations of Steve's fingers delicately grazing over your skin.  Behind you, the quiet stability of Bucky’s breathing made it clear he was still asleep and unaware.

“Steve,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Shh,” he soothed below his breath, right by your ear.  “He sleeps like a rock, we’re not gonna wake him up with a little fooling around.”  

Amazingly enough, that wasn’t exactly what you were worried about.  But you discontinued your dissent as he lightly suckled the lobe of your ear, fingers tracing abstract shapes over your hip.  You heard your own breath catch, and he must have too because he smiled and nibbled on your neck.

You shivered when he started to pull you closer, laying you back to reach between your legs and toy with your overly-sensitive folds.  His fingers found your clit and rubbed it in slow circles, making you writhe and jolt as shocks of pleasure shot through you.

“So sensitive,” he praised darkly, pushing against you harder.  “Gettin’ wet, honey?  Want you dripping before I put my cock in you.”

Bucky stirred beside you, pulling you closer in his sleep though Steve kept a strong hold on your lower half.  It was nearly claustrophobic being sandwiched between them like this, made even worse when Steve adjusted your hips and you felt his cock rub against you.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispered in your ear, cradling your face in his large, rough hands.

“I— I want it,” you whispered back, biting your lip to stay quiet when he pushed in.  You were still sore, but the wetness helped ease his way as he filled you to the brim, groaning softly and thrusting much more gently than you expected.  It was all very relaxed, and languid, and… sleepy.  It was so much easier to pretend that you wanted this when it was gentle and patient like this, when you couldn’t see his face

“You two got started without me?” Bucky interjected, making you both gasp.   

"You seemed pretty busy snoring over there," Steve explained with an unamused tone.  “You know, Barnes, I actually broke out of prison so I wouldn’t have to sleep in the same room as you for the rest of my life.”

“Leave if you want, Rogers, I’ll keep the girl and you can take her battery radio, ya limpdick.”

“Limpdick?  Were you not here for the past twenty-four hours?” 

“Yeah, I was fucking this sweet little thing while you were out there by the fire doing your arts and crafts.”

And just like that, your sweet and gentle sex was gone; Steve was determined to claim you now, fucking you harder and faster until you couldn’t hold back your broken moans.  "Yeah, you like that?" he growled against your ear.  "You like gettin' fucked?  Say it."

"Y-yes, I like it," you gasped.

"We're gonna be on the run for a while…" Bucky mumbled against your skin as he kissed your shoulder, "sure wouldn't mind takin' you with us, keeping our own little pet to fuck whenever we want."

You tried not to stop breathing entirely when he said that, distracted by Steve slowing down slightly, offering some reprieve.

"Been so long without touchin' a woman," Steve added huskily, "I don't know if one day is enough."

"Yeah, plus we've already got you obedient, trained, fucked braindead and full of come," Bucky replied, biting down on your skin to make you whimper and he chuckled happily.

"Are you sure you can share, Barnes?" Steve pressed.  "I know if you had it your way she'd be ripped to shreds by now."

"Whatever man, you're the one who tore her ass up."

Steve scoffed slightly, while Bucky continued.

"You wanna come with us sweetheart?  We'll be real good to you, keep your holes wet and full for a couple months straight at least.  You won't have to worry about a thing, won't have to lift a finger, just keep your legs spread and you'll be peachy."

"Hey, that's what we'll call you: Peach," Steve decided.  "It's perfect, isn't it?  'Cause you're sweet… and soft… and I could just eat you up," he purred.

"Wanna be our girl, Peach?" Bucky prompted.

"No, please…"

You expected anger, you expected them to hurt you, but you didn't expect them to laugh.  "Looks like our sweet little Peach hasn't had a chance to realize how good it's gonna be with us," Steve announced.  

"Yeah, let's show her how much she wants to be our girl," Bucky snickered, holding your hips as Steve started to move inside you again.

Bucky, meanwhile, was grabbing handfuls of your ass and groaning as he rubbed his cock against you.  One finger explored your rim and slowly pushed in.

"Looks like you're still a little loosened up from when Stevie here gave it to you, huh?  He was real mean, wasn't he?"

You nodded, clutching harder into Steve's chest as he fucked you faster.

"Then taking me should be a breeze."

Truly, you had no idea how this was possible.  I'm the dark it all felt like a fever dream, but when Bucky pushed into your available opening while Steve was still fucking you… it was definitely real, the feeling was too overwhelming not to be.

'A breeze' was definitely an exaggeration but it was undeniably easier, especially since being half-asleep made your body so much more relaxed.  You still hissed when Bucky's hips met your ass, you still choked on a breath at the feeling of two cocks buried all the way inside you, but it wasn't from pain as much as being full beyond your wildest dreams

"You were right about this ass, Rogers, goddamn…" Bucky moaned, holding your hips tight and beginning to thrust.

"Fuck, can hardly believe you're takin' both of us," Steve sighed against your ear.  "I know you love it, Peach, I know you love bein' so full…"

Your lips fumbled with the desire to moan a name but not sure whose to say; so instead you just babbled mindlessly, sounded just as dumbfounded as you felt.

But they weren't having any problems speaking, in fact they were more talkative than ever, each whispering in a different ear and making shivers crawl up your spine with every word.

"You're making us feel so good, such a good girl, aren't you Peachy baby?"

"Such a perfect fucking whore, so wet already just from being used."

"Want us to come inside, huh Peach?  Wanna be full of come?”

Each time you arched your back, it only somehow pushed them both deeper, so deep you couldn’t think about anything else anymore.  Bucky was moving at a much slower pace than Steve, such that they would only occasionally thrust all the way in at exactly the same time— and when they did, you heard yourself moan but refused to believe it was you making the sound because it sounded nothing like you, it didn’t even seem like something you would do; enjoying this that much, that is.

“You’re close, huh?  Gonna come for both of us?”

You found yourself nodding, even though they couldn’t see it, but Bucky must have felt it against his shoulder because he laughed a little, grabbing your face and turning you back to kiss you hungrily.  When he moved his kiss down to the back of your neck, Steve captured your lips instead, less dominating than Bucky’s but no less intense.  The moan that undeniably signalled your orgasm was nearly lost against Steve’s tongue, but they both heard it and began to pump into you faster, keeping you suspended in your pleasure.

Steve lost it first, spilling into you with a choked groan and a tight grip on your arms that was sure to bruise.  Bucky was close behind, panting with each hurried thrust until he finally moaned and filled your ass with ropes of hot come, a sensation you never could’ve imagined, let alone predicted you would experience twice in one day.

Bucky rubbed your thighs while he caught his breath while Steve peppered your face in tender kisses, both of them showering you in affection you had no idea how to handle.

“Whaddaya say, dollface?” Bucky prompted as he kissed just beneath your ear.  “Y’like bein’ our little Peach, don’t you?”

You stammered over a few different responses, none of them very good, until Steve finally instructed you: “say yes.”

“Yes,” you repeated instantly.

“I can tell you do, you soaked my cock real good,” Steve praised with a grin you could feel against your cheek and hear in his gravelly voice.  “We’ll head out in the morning, alright?  Soon we’ll be somewhere where nobody knows who we are, what we’ve done… doesn’t that sound nice, Peach?  A chance to start over?”

A fresh start never hurt anyone, right?

//

Months on the run made the night all blend together, you didn’t even know what state you were in anymore and you couldn’t find the energy to care.

It was definitely harder to hitchhike with three people, and a disturbing amount of truckers offered to take you alone but not your companions— and obviously they would never allow such a thing.  At this point, you were better off with the devils you knew, anyways.  At least with them you knew what to expect.

Specifically, you could expect Steve to be aloof and brooding until he occasionally snapped and became possessive over you again, asserting his dominance over you and Bucky however he could manage— usually by covering your body in his marks and every once in a while by covering your face with his come.  You could expect Bucky to taunt and mock you, cornering you into consenting to his relentless barrage of pleasure and pain, over and over again watching you struggle to maintain your sense of denial and disgust, reminding you that you loved being fucked just how he wanted.

In fact, today was a pretty typical day while the three of you crashed in a motel, Steve staying silent and distant while Bucky kissed his way down your stomach that rose and fell shakily with each breath.

“Bucky, p-please,” you whispered, closing your eyes so you could more easily pretend it wasn’t you begging him for more.

"What's that, Peach?  Want me to lick up your juice?" he grinned.

You shuddered and he chuckled as he knelt down between your legs to give a long, slow lick over your sex.  Your entire body jolted when his rough tongue slid over your swollen clit, so he focused there until your legs were quivering and your head fell back.  

"Mm, so sweet…” he cooed.  “Come getta taste a’this, Steve.”

“I’m busy,” Steve refused, turning the page of his newspaper.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Bucky sighed, standing up straighter and leaving your pussy ignored; you whined a little, but it fell on deaf ears.  “I’d love to see what you’re reading that could possibly be more interesting than this.”

“There’s an article about us,” Steve answered sternly, looking up from the paper to meet Bucky’s gaze, before glancing to look at you.  “All three of us.”

Bucky huffed and stood up, leaving you naked on the bed as he crossed the room to tear the paper from Steve’s hands.  His eyes scanned the page until he landed on the part Steve must have been referring to.  “Holy shit,” he breathed.  “Look, Peach, you made the papers!”

He brought over the article for you to read, and you sat up straighter when you saw that a photo of yourself had been included alongside the mugshots of Steve and Bucky.

Two escaped prisoners, one missing woman, spotted in woods near Schenectady, NY...

“When is this from?” you asked nervously.

“The paper’s from today, but we were in Schenectady two weeks ago,” Steve explained.  “They aren’t anywhere near us.”

It brought back memories of TV broadcasts you’d seen in hotels, radio news Steve had turned off before you heard too much.  Phrases like ‘statewide manhunt,’ ‘federal investigation,’ and ‘trafficked woman,’ which had once been foreign to you, now represented your deepest anxieties.

Bucky saw the fear on your face and knelt down on the bed beside you, stroking your face gently.  “Aw, Peach, don’t be scared… they’re not gonna find us, I promise.”

“If they did… what would happen to me?” you asked weakly.  You truly had no idea if you’d be returned home and treated as the victim of a crime, or if you’d be arrested and charged as a perpetrator, as a collaborator who aided in the escape and continued flee of two violent criminals.  They’d already gotten you in on a few robberies, even one bank— could you defend yourself by saying that you were forced to do it?  

“Nobody’s gonna take you away from us,” Bucky assured sternly, not quite answering your question but making it clear that was all you were gonna get.  You reached up to rest your hand atop his where it held your cheek, letting your watery eyes fall shut before you looked back up into his enrapturing gaze again.

“Kiss me, Bucky, please,” you whispered, making him laugh and shake his head.

“No, Peachy, I would but I know where that mouth has been.  Steve woke you up in the middle of the night to choke on his cock, thought I wouldn’t hear, huh?”

You gasped a little and Steve crossed his arms where he sat in the chair.  Bucky turned his attention back to Steve with a look of challenge on his face.  “She’s scared, Stevie, won’t you come over here and make her feel better?”

Steve sighed but relented and stood up, crossing the room to stand beside the bed and stare down at you.  For a moment you didn’t know what he intended to do, until he knelt down and grabbed your hips, pulled your spread legs closer to the edge of the bed where he latched his lips onto your slick and swollen folds.

“Oh god,” you moaned, reaching down to tangle your fingers into his hair, his tongue pushing inside you right away, twisting and thrusting and licking right over your g-spot until your eyes rolled back in your head and your back arched up off the faded quilt.  Bucky grinned as he watched you, leaning down to kiss your neck, then suckle on a hardened nipple, then lick over your hips until finally he bit down on the inside of your thigh.  You yelped a little and felt him smile against your delicate skin.

“I told you we’d take care of you, babydoll,” he mumbled, voice all deep and throaty like it got when he was about to spend an hour reminding you who you belonged to.

Sometimes you dreamed of the life you had before this, of the person you were when you only belonged to yourself, but that life was gone forever and it wasn’t coming back.  Each day you mourned it in a different way.  At first it was just the loss of dignity, then it was the loss at any chance of gaining that dignity back.  You missed your friends and family, but you realized they wouldn’t welcome you back with open arms after this long.

You realized it was well and truly over the first time a man on the news called you an accomplice to the ‘rampant crime spree’ of Bucky and Steve.  Just a few weeks later, the stories changed from two prisoners and their kidnapping victim, to three prisoners.  And yes, you were a prisoner, but the police didn’t see a difference between you and them anymore.  You had no reason to run, no motive for escape.  They were the only thing keeping you alive and free now, even if this freedom wasn’t exactly overflowing with liberties.

So, you accepted as quickly as you could that this was your new life; every morning you banished the memories of who you used to be, and every night you prayed that your lovers wouldn’t be caught.  And it wasn’t so bad of a life to have, even if it wasn’t the life you would’ve chosen for yourself— there was something nice about it, really, never very calm but still having its moments of peace and domesticity.  Like falling asleep in the backseat of a stolen truck while Steve played blues on the radio.  Like sitting in Bucky’s lap as he told you all about the beautiful tropical islands they’d take you to someday.  Like when Steve robbed a jewelry store and told you he’d picked that one because they had the ring he’d seen in a magazine ad, the ring he decided he wanted you to wear from now on.  Like being Mrs. Barnes when Bucky introduced you to his criminal connections, and being Mrs. Rogers when Steve did the same the next night.

Maybe you’d forgotten how to be anything else but their sweet, quiet, obedient Peach, but maybe it wasn’t such a bad wrap after all.

[epicspheal]

Pokemon Journeys Episode 100

[Image Description: Screenshot from the Pokemon Journeys Anime of Leon looking a little frustrated] Oh there’s so much to say about this episode! First off let's start off with that OP because holy shit that was amazing! So much nostalgia seeing old Pokemon, Companions, and Rivals. And seeing Ash turn the cap around as he threw the gigantamax ball was just perfect! And finding out that this opening will be slightly different each week is just the cherry on top as that means we'll likely see even more callbacks (which means more of me screaming on Friday mornings before work) Now to the actual episode itself. First off, RIP to everyone who wanted that Infernape to be Ash's (like myself, and yes I was aware beforehand that it would be Flint's but it still doesn't make it any less sad). That being said it was cool to see Flint back since we know both him and Volkner were big influences on Ash in the later portions of the DP Saga. Especially seeing him actually in the masters 8 (once 7th, then 8th after losing to Leon). That was actually surprising but that makes the potential final lineup for the masters 8 even more interesting since for the most part, I think we were all expecting league champions and Raihan (who is confirmed to be champion level). It was also rather refreshing to see Leon battle someone without Gigantamax as it shows that he doesn't have to rely on the Dynamax mechanic to win (like many Leon detractors in the anime like to claim). And of course, we see Leon's sportsmanship is on display, again showing he's far more than this cocky showoff that some like to see him as. It was also super nice to see the kids at the beginning of the episode recognize Ash. As someone who got into the Pokemon through the anime (back in the OS days) it always warms my heart to see Ash get some recognition for his strength. Also, I really enjoyed seeing Leon interact with his fans. Taking pictures, signing autographs, letting little kids on his biceps/shoulders it was really adorable to see him taking all that time to make sure his fans were happy. It just really shows kind he is But getting to see Ash and Leon just hang out for an entire episode was absolutely the highlight of the episode. I always love it when we can see the humans bond with each other and just seeing such a playful side to Leon was just an absolute treat. I love how the training was actually a nice mix of play but him actually doing some techniques that would undoubtedly strengthen his Pokemon. Many would assume that some of his caliber would have a super strict, serious regimen so seeing his training focus more on bonding and having fun. We really get to see the parallels between Leon and Ash, both being Pokemon freaks who just get super excited when they see Pokemon (as said by Sonia and Goh). And how reckless they both can be when it comes to Pokemon in need between Ash jumping after the Rookidee and Leon...taking his shirt off to calm a Corviknight in mid air. Both Ash and Leon even mention their parallels and you can see they've both bonded by the time the episode ends. This episode will definitely give their actual battle that emotional feel we saw with Kukui and Ash's match at the end of the Sun and Moon series I also really liked seeing Goh and Sonia hanging, though I definitely understand those who wanted to seem them hang out more and would've wanted this episode to be a two parter so that the two could do things other than focus on talking about Leon and Ash. That being said it was really nice to see Sonia shed some light onto Leon for Goh. Learning that Leon didn't have many friends growing up because he was too busy doing chores or making care of his little brother was really sad to hear honestly. Like it really drives home that between Leon's home life and then his life as a champion in some ways he's always been forced to be this pillar of strength which has kept him from making genuine connections. That being said, Sonia does say that his world has opened up ever since he got his Charmander Also yay for the Hop mention. Granted it would've been nicer for Leon to mention his own brother rather than Sonia but I will take any scrap of acknowledgement at this point. I'm still hopeful that he will appear! Finally, I want to talk about how much I loved Ash and Leon's talk about what's it like being champion. Now to clarify, it's not like the writers forgot that Ash himself was a champion. But there's a slight difference from Ash's title and Leon's title as both Galar champ and world Monarch in how they have to carry out their duties (as in Ash really doesn't have any duties for Alola, where Leon has plenty for Galar). I really liked how we got to see Leon have a moment of vulnerability and express his fear about staying stagnant and not getting stronger because he had never lost a battle. How he mentions that while he was frustrated with being helpless in the Eternatus fight that it thrilled him to know that there were others who were better than him and that he could still keep getting stronger. It's nice to see how he has such a grounded attitude about failure. Overall this was a really great episode!

[thebountyfucker]

Three's a Company

18 + ONLY - NSFW

Embo/F!Reader/Bossk

This one has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I got bored so I finished it. Enjoy!

Tags: PiV sex, anal sex, DP, Embo's tongue, use of a vibrator, some violence.

Here's a link to my masterpost

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The lights were dim, the music low and sultry. A Zeltron woman danced on a table wearing nothing but a scanty bodysuit. The scent of booze and bar snacks filled the air. This was unlike the Guild Headquarters that you were used to; you had only been once before, and the place was usually aflutter with the conversations of bounty hunters and mercenaries. Now, the place was rather reticent. The hunters and mercs were still around, sure, but their attention was drawn elsewhere. And by elsewhere, it usually meant on a pair of tits or a wayward bulge.

You, yourself, weren’t much of a dancer, but you were something nice to look at. Your job was, quite literally, walk around the place and drum up the sexual hunger. You could take a client or two, but it wasn’t a requirement. Thus far, no one seemed entirely interested. But that didn’t bother you.

You strutted past a table, not paying too much mind to who was there, until you noticed that you were being waved to. You approached, putting on a sultry smile, and leaned against the table. Staring back at you was a Trandoshan man - one of the Guild Leader’s sons, Bossk, if you remembered correctly - and a rather grumpy Kyuzo. Bossk, who had his arm wrapped around the Kyuzo’s shoulder, gave his friend a jostle.

“Are you entertainment?” Bossk asked, his long tongue flicking out to wet his lips. You nodded slowly.

“Sure am. What can I do for ya?” You leaned forward, accentuating your chest with a smirk.

“You see, my buddy here-,”

“We are not friends.” The Kyuzo interrupted.

“-well, it’s his Life Day-,”

“It is not.”

“-and I was looking to help him get laid.”

“I do not need your help getting laid.” He shrugged Bossk’s arm off, much to Bossk’s dismay. The Kyuzo crossed his arms over his chest and slumped in an odd little pout. Bossk rolled his eyes.

“Obviously you do, or you wouldn’t be here! Come on, Em… they weren’t worth it anyways.”

You watched the two interact, entertained. You had not been expecting this when you came over, but if you were telling the truth, this was the highlight of your rather boring night.

“I do not know what stories you are concocting, but there is nothing wrong.” Em tipped his large, circular hat down to cover his face. You sent Bossk a glance, and he shook his head. You eased onto the bench beside the agitated bounty hunter, and rested a hand on his thigh.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. I am fine. I would be better off if I was left alone, though.” He growled lowly, and you retracted your hand.

“I’m sorry…”

“It is not your fault.” He turned to glance at Bossk, who was watching the Zeltron table-dancer disinterestedly.

“I’m sure the bunks are much quieter, if you’re looking for some peace.” You offered Em, and he nodded at this.

“Yes… that would probably be best.”

You scooted off of the bench and moved away, allowing Em the space to leave; you knew it wasn’t any of your business, but you hoped that somehow he’d have a better night. Only, that hope was quickly dashed.

Em moved to stand and exit the booth. The movement caught Bossk’s attention, and he let out a hearty laugh.

“Go get her!” Bossk pulled his hand back, and gave Em a hearty smack to the ass - it was likely meant to be a cordial gesture, akin to those athletes gave to one another. But you watched the way Em’s eyes flickered with rage, and Bossk knew in that moment that he had messed up. He moved away, but wasn’t quick enough to escape the swift kick to the chest. Bossk slammed into the back of the seat, coughing and hissing as he grabbed at his chest. Nearby patrons turned to see what was going on. Em straightened, brushed off his skirt, and waded through the crowded floor toward the bunks. You rushed to Bossk’s side.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Good.” He croaked as he rubbed his chest. You were surprised he wasn’t doubled over in pain. The kick looked like it was intended to cause some damage, maybe in the hopes that this would deter Bossk from bothering Em again. Bossk seemed sufficiently deterred, though, refraining from chasing after his ‘friend’.

“Are you certain?” You pressed a gentle hand to his chest, feeling for any broken ribs. Despite the force of Em’s kick, there seemed to be no broken bones. That was good.

“Yeah. Guess I was pressing his buttons too much.” Bossk muttered.

“How long were you pestering him?”

“... All night.” Bossk admitted, reaching for the glass that was sitting on the table.

“Why?”

“Rumor had it that he was going through some sort of break-up. We need him on his best game, and I was trying to hurry along the healing process.” Bossk shrugged, his voice slowly losing the wheeze that the kick had given him.

“I see… perhaps I could help with that.” You patted Bossk’s leg. “I’ll be back.”

You got up and weaved your way through the crowd, your sights set on the hall leading to the bunks. The Zeltron table-dancer was stepping down, only to be replaced by a Theelin burlesque dancer. The sultry music slowly shifted into something a bit more lively, and the crowd seemed to perk as well. You paid this no mind, though, as you slipped down the hallway.

You stopped at a door labeled 'Embo' and pondered. Bossk had called him Em, but maybe that was just a nickname. At the same time, it was possible that this 'Em' and 'Embo' were different people. It was a big galaxy after all. Deciding to risk it, you knocked and heard a husky 'come in'. You slipped inside.

Em - or Embo, rather- was sitting on the large bed, grumbling and drinking something out of a metal goblet. He hardly glanced up, but acknowledged your presence with a sweep of the hand. You sat on the end of the bed and met his gaze.

"Are you alright?" You asked, taking care to keep your tone soft and cordial. He scoffed.

"I assume Bossk sent you?"

"Yes and no. He told me that you weren't feeling so great but it was my decision to come." You replied, transfixed by the sight of his mouth. Previously hidden by a bronze mask, he sported dozens of wicked, carnivore-esque fangs. Long and sharp, you knew they could do some serious damage. You weren't sure why, but the thought aroused you. You ignored the warmth building in your cunt.

"He is delusional. There is nothing wrong." Embo replied, his golden gaze flicking to yours, noting the sudden, and potentially odd, fixation on his mouth. "You seem to have a staring problem."

You blinked and shook your head, an embarrassed tint marring your face. "I don't mean to. I've just… never seen anything like it."

"Mhm." Was all he said as he took a sip of his drink. A rivulet of the purple booze trickled down his lips, and his long, snake-like tongue flicked out to lick it up. Oh, there was that twinge in your cunt again. "Why are you still here?"

"I came to offer my services." You muttered in response, your mouth cotton-dry. He quirked a browridge, intrigued. "I was hired to take care of the Guild's guests. Of which, you are one. If there are any desires I can fulfill, you only need to speak them."

His gaze trailed down your body, as if he was inspecting a work of art; his gaze lingered on the swell of your breasts, and the curve of your hips… but he didn’t reach for you. He hardly said a word as he set his goblet aside and waved you off dismissively.

“I want nothing from you.” He replied, though his tone betrayed otherwise. You crawled up onto the bed, slowly slinking toward him, your heart pounding in your chest. He didn’t cower from your approach, nor did he move to push you away; rather, he responded with a stubborn glare. He was a tough nut to crack, this one… but you know you’d get to him. No man could resist your charm… or your cunt.

You parted his legs, crawling into the newly freed space and planting yourself in between his legs. You rested your hands on the mattress on either side of his hips, and leaned up to look him in the eyes, mere inches from him. He didn’t falter, his gaze burning deep into your soul. A shiver prickled at your spine, and you fought the urge to move away.

“Don’t play coy, sir.” You whispered, saturating your tone with desire. For him. For what he hid beneath his layers of skirts. For that wicked tongue. Your hungry eyes found his lips, and you pressed even closer. “I know that you desire me. It’s okay to admit it.”

“And if I do not?” Embo hummed, still resisting, yet not pulling away. You faltered for a moment, trying to find the right rebuttal. Certainly, he wanted you. Now, how could you get him to admit it? “Is it so hard for people to leave me alone?”

You broke your act at this, pulling away to give him the space he seemed to long for. You sat back on your butt, watching him, waiting for him to make a move. He nonchalantly reached for his goblet, and thrust it at you.

“Bring me another.”

You looked at the goblet, and then at him. “Uh… yes sir.”

You took it and scuttled out of the room, holding it with all the care in the galaxy. You figured he wouldn’t be too keen on you dropping it or scratching it in any way. You expertly dodged any interlopers as you swept toward the bar. You set the goblet down and pushed it toward the tender, who met your glance.

“Embo?”

“Yessir. Give him whatever he was drinking before.” You rocked on the balls of your feet as you watched the tender pull out a large bottle - it was green with little gold accents, with a wide, circular base and a narrow neck. He poured out the purple liquid, gave it a few swirls, and then handed it back to you.

“Don’t let him drink too much more of this, okay? This stuff is potent.”

You nodded in understanding and hurried off towards Embo’s room, trying to hold the goblet as steady as you could. You knocked, but didn’t wait for an answer, and slipped into the room. In the time you had been gone, Embo had shed his numerous layers and had put on a silk robe. He was leaning on his bed, as he had been before, though now he looked much more content. You wondered if his drink had finally kicked in.

“Here you are, sir.” You handed him the goblet, and bowed your head respectfully. He bowed his head in response, and took a small sip, humming appreciatively. You eased back onto the bed, and he gestured to you.

“Have you ever had zhizhi wine, pet?” He asked. You shook your head.

“No, sir.”

“Open your mouth.”

You did as you were told; he tipped your head back and poured a small stream of wine into your open mouth. The wine was thick - disarmingly so - and tangy, though the sting of alcohol was nowhere to be found. The wine warmed your body as it went down, and though you couldn’t describe why, you yearned for more. You reached for the goblet, and he pulled it away from your grasp.

“That would not be wise, pet.” He told you as he cupped your chin and tilted your head back down. “You humans do not process it the same way we do. Just wait. You will know why I cannot allow it soon enough.”

You thought Embo was talking a load of shit and being a selfish prick, but it wasn’t long before you understood what he was talking about. You could feel the buzz of the alcohol on the edges of your consciousness, despite you only drinking one sip. You let out a snort, then a giggle, before covering your mouth with your hand.

“What the fuck?”

“I did tell you.” Embo hummed as he leaned back, setting the goblet aside; his dusty green skin had flushed a brighter green as the alcohol worked its way through his system. You tried not to stare, but you noticed, through a crack in his robe, that he was not wearing anything underneath. And that it seemed that he was getting excited… You decided that it would be beneficial to try again.

You slipped between his legs, feeling the warmth of his thighs against yours, and reached up to play with the neckline of his robe. His large hand rested on the small of your back in response. You supposed this was good news.

“Sir, I don’t intend to be rude but… you look like you could use some attention.”

“Perhaps I could.”

“Could I… untie your robe?” You asked, your cunt throbbing at the prospect.

“Not until I see you first.” He responded, the hand on your back sliding up until it found the zipper holding your bodysuit closed. He guided the zipper downward until it couldn’t go any further, and you leaned back to give him the right angle to undress you. He peeled the bodysuit off your body, watching with rapt attention at the skin that was slowly exposed to him. You helped him pull it the rest of the way off of you. He tossed it off to the side. His ravenous gaze trailed down your form, taking in every inch of your soft, human skin.

“May I…?” You asked, leaning closer to him; the heat which radiated from him was akin to that of a furnace. Sweat began to bead on your brow. But your interest in what he had underneath his robe far outweighed the temporary discomfort of sweat. Besides, you had a feeling you’d be sweating a lot more soon.

He wrapped his large hand around yours, and directed it to the loose knot which held his robe closed. You swiftly undid the knot, and watched as his robe fell open. His chest was lean but strong, and peppered with scars. But this wasn’t what interested you. No, what interested you was his cock - half-hard and already longer than a human. You reached out to touch it, watching for any indication that he wasn’t interested. He gave you none, and you wrapped your hand around it.

A low, sharp hiss worked its way from his mask as you slowly and surely stroked his cock. His cock hardened in your hand, lengthening even further, and you idly wondered if he’d be able to fit inside you. He threaded a hand in your hair and guided you closer to him.

“Mmm… you are so lovely…” He purred as he leaned down to nuzzle your neck. You stroked him steadily. His hands slid down to the small of your back, pulling you flush against his chest; you straddled his thigh, grinding your cunt against his leg as you stroked him. “Mmm… you are wetting my thigh, little pet. Do you desire more than this?”

“Yes.” You breathed as you reached up to cup his cheeks. You pressed your forehead to his as his hands gripped your hips.

“Do you need preparation?” He inquired, and you glanced down to his cock - there was no way it’d fit without some proper foreplay to loosen you up. You slowly nodded, and he leaned you back onto the mattress. He rusted around in his drawers, and produced a small, thumb-sized vibrator. It buzzed to life, and he drew it around your clit. You hissed.

“I didn’t - I wasn’t aware that you knew of human anatomy!”

“I am well aware of human pleasure-spots.” He chuckled as he rubbed the vibrator along your swelling clit. Sharp sparks of pleasure shot through your body, igniting the fire in your belly. You tensed, and he purred. “Does that feel good, little pet? Hm?”

“Yes…” You whined as he drew the tip of the vibrator up and down along your clit. Your breaths came out as strained gasps as your pussy drooled onto his bed. He let out a hum of appreciation, drawing his finger up and down the glistening seam of your pussy.

“Very wet… let us see how tight you are.”

He pressed a thick finger into your pussy, slipping in to the first knuckle so he could massage the spongey membrane of your g-spot. You squirmed, grabbing fistfuls of his sheets and closing your legs around his hand. “Yes! Yes, just like that!”

He did as you told, continuing to massage your g-spot while drawing a vibrator around your clit. The tension mounted, and the fire in your belly threatened to spill over; your body went stiff, and you threw your head back in anticipation, only for him to turn the vibrator off and remove his finger.

“W-what the hell!?” You snapped, the obscene orgasm you were chasing slowly subsiding. He loomed over you, one hand resting near your head while the other lined up his cock with your yearning cunt. His head pressed through, and you stretched to accommodate it.

“Is this more to your liking?” He asked, his breath rattling through his mask. You nodded, angling your hips to give him better access. He slowly eased in, watching your face for any indication of pain or discomfort. When he found none, he continued to press in until you had completely sheathed his cock. You swore his cock had pressed up under your ribs, though you knew this was not possible. You were so completely impaled by him. You had never felt anything like it.

He gave you ample time to adjust, before slowly easing out of you. The sudden absence of his cock made you whimper, and he shook his head.

“Do not be getting cock-dumb on me now, little pet.” He stroked your hair as he eased back in, his cock hitting every sensitive spot within your yearning cunt. Your head lolled back and your back arched toward him, and he took this as a sign to continue. You both hardly noticed the company at the door.

A loud, rattling hiss filled the air, and you turned to spy Bossk standing in the doorway. Embo growled but didn’t stop. In fact, he went faster, harder, delighting in the way that your tits bounced as he did so.

“What are you doing here?” Embo muttered between thrusts. Bossk was palming himself through his pants, his tongue flicking out to wet his maw.

“Came to see if you were doin’ okay.” Was all he managed as he tentatively approached, watching Embo’s reaction for any adverse reactions. Embo ignored Bossk as he reached up to unlatch his mask; he set it down on the bed within easy reach and leaned down, his tongue snaking out to lap at your nipple. He leaned down to wrap his lips around it, his golden gaze meeting yours. Your entire body shook with a mounting orgasm, and you closed your legs around Embo’s narrow hips.

“D-don’t stop!” You cried as he pulled away to ravish the other nipple. You were faintly aware of the unzipping of a zipper, and turned your head to find the source of the noise. Bossk’s two cocks were mere inches away, hard and yearning. Embo replaced his mask.

“Lift her up…”

Embo glared but did as Bossk asked, pulling you up against his chest. The pause in thrusting pulled you from the brink of orgasm, and you whimpered. Bossk slipped up behind you, pressing his chest into your back.

“Lube?”

Embo sighed and reached over into his drawer to produce a little bottle. Bossk took it with a purr and you listened as he squirted it all over his cocks. He slicked his length and rubbed the excess along your asshole, and you sucked in a deep breath, preparing for the breach.

What you weren’t prepared for was the head of Bossk’s lower cock prodding at your already occupied cunt. You gasped, holding onto Embo tighter as you stretched to accommodate both of their cocks. You never thought you could stretch this wide and yet… Embo hissed at the sensation of Bossk’s cock pressing up against his.

Bossk’s upper cock pressed into your ass and you leaned forward to bite at Embo’s shoulder to contain the scream which threatened to escape your lips. Slowly, Bossk inched into you; he panted in your ear, his tongue sneaking out to caress your neck.

“You’re so tight. Fuck!”

You whined, leaning back against him as they both slowly started jacking their hips, their cocks sliding in and out of you in tandem. Your nerves zapped with ecstasy as their cocks caressed every sensitive inch of your cunt. At the same time, the sensation of Bossk’s cocks rubbing against the thin wall of flesh separating them was enough to make your head spin. Embo’s hands went to your tits, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive, swollen nipples. Bossk’s hands gripped your hips tight enough to bruise.

In and out, in and out, over and over again; their cocks put you in a daze as your body started to shake. Your eyes fluttered shut as they both uttered curses in their native tongues.

“Oh, oh!! I’m gonna-!” You cried out as the warmth in your belly threatened to spill over. They picked up their paces, thrusting unequally now at an attempt to usher forth your orgasm. It worked. You arched your back toward Embo with a loud cry, and a rush of fluids spilled out around their cocks as fireworks exploded within you. You felt electric. You felt alive. They didn’t stop their thrusting, chasing their own orgasms now even as your cunt tightened around them. When you regained control, you leaned forward, resting against Embo’s chest. You peppered his neck with tiny kisses.

“Are you gonna cum for me?”

He nodded, a bit frantically, as his pace became erratic. This drove Bossk closer to his own orgasm, and soon, he too was off-pace. Embo came first, spilling deep inside you with a soft hiss. This was enough to send Bossk over the edge, and he followed suit, though he was much more vocal about it. Slowly, gently, they pulled out of you, and you felt their combined cum seep out of you.

“Fuck…” You muttered as you laid back on Embo’s bed. He laid down beside you, drawing the pad of his finger over your stomach.

“Are you finished, dear one?”

You shook your head frantically, and he chuckled. “Good… And you, Bossk?”

“I’m just getting started.”

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Group sex with the lost boys would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(These are primarily focused on the reader for obvious reasons. Hope this is what you lost boy lovers wanted.)

- Now group sex isn’t an everyday thing but it is a fun... treat. You’re usually the one to initiate it but there are some exceptions.

- Paul and Marko are your best friends when it comes to having a wild night. They know exactly how to provoke everyone else in just the right way.

- There’s lots of teasing both to you and to each other. If you’re the one being teased it’s usually a lot of comments, questions and touches. If the boys are teasing each other it can go one of two ways. 1) They’ll act the same as they do when they’re teasing you, egging each other on and trying to make the other boy flustered.

- Or 2) they’ll start up with you right in the middle of the cave and refuse to share, enjoying the tension in the room and the way the other guys eyes lock right onto you. Let’s just say you’ll really enjoy these moments.

- Dwayne always seems to know when you need some loving. He sort of “teases” the others, toying with you right in front of them, but he doesn’t try to stop them when they want to join in. He just knows that the moment they hear you let out a gasp or moan they’ll give you exactly what you want.

- They like having you completely bare for them before they shed any of their clothing. Theres that quiet moment before anything happens where everything’s still and you can swear they hear your heart hammering inside your chest while butterflies flutter inside your stomach.

- Even though they love sharing you they still get a little jealous, trying to make you moan just for them or have you all to themselves.

- Lovebites and hickeys can mean two different things depending on who’s giving them. They’ll often be given to you when you’re having some alone time with someone and can either be them marking you as theirs because they feel jealous or them marking you because they know the others will see and want to mess with them a little.

- It’s quite fun to be “bad” when you know the punishments going to be good; that’s all I’ll say about that.

- Putting aside the thought of just one person marking you, let’s talk about them all marking you. If you want to, they’re very eager to give you a nip and get a little taste. David goes for the throat, right under the ear. Dwayne goes for your shoulder and collar. Paul goes for thigh, waist or hip and Marko goes for your wrist or breasts.

- They work well together but at the same time they like trying to one up each other. Marko and Paul tend to be most guilty of this, seeing how many more times they can get you to cum or how much quicker they can get you off.

- Most down to suck dick: Marko, Paul and, well, one can assume you. There’s definitely been a few times where you and one of them went down on one of the other boys together.

- Occasionally David enjoys just watching the others play with you. He’ll lift your face up while another boys inside of you, ordering you to keep your eyes on him while you cum, a smile gracing his face when you whimper in response.

- They all like to watch whenever another one of them is fucking you or while you’re playing with yourself. Most of the time when you “put on a show” you have a very...active audience.

- They’re very close boys so they wouldn’t mind taking turns eating you out. Oftentimes you’ll lay back against one of their chests as another has his face in between your thighs.

- Lets just say handjobs are very useful tools.

- If you want to be with all of them at the same time I assume you’re into dp. Depending on what you prefer you either have two people fucking you or one using your pussy while another uses your mouth.

- If you like the idea of taking two guys at once~ Paul tends to fuck you from behind while David or Dwayne fuck your pussy. Paul’s a bit of an ass guy in general; even when you’re alone he likes anal.

- Paul and Marko are the dirty boys of the group. They’re pretty much down for anything at anytime, all you have to do is ask.

- If you’re in the mood for more of a one on one type of thing then they’d be happy to pass you around one at a time. They can be very patient when waiting their turn.

- As the resident leader of the group, David tends to give orders and control things the most. If he says something the boys listen so be nice to him and he’ll be extra “nice” to you.

- Is sex better when you’re a little tipsy and everyone, including yourself, is a little more handsy than usual? Why don’t you experiment...for research purposes only of course.

- Most of the time you don’t know whose hands are touching you but what you do know is that it feels really good.

- They all have their own little pet names for you and the things that turn them on or that they like to do to you which makes for a very fun night.

- Dwayne and David are generally the dominant ones in the group while Marko and Paul like being dominant but can also be submissive. It really depends on what the situation calls for or what they feel like in the moment.

- Lots of praises. You’ve got four mouths ready to tell you exactly how good you’re being for all of them.

- When it’s Paul’s turn he likes to whisper in your ear, telling you things like how knows he’s the best just to be an ass because he knows the others will hear him.

- A lot of the time they’ll finish on your chest or stomach. Just seeing you covered in cum is almost enough to start another round.

- Aftercare’s just better when you have four people cuddling and checking in on you. You always wind up nestled in between all of them with some part of them touching you at any given time.

[whimsimmortal]

You Mocha Me Blush

Please accept this Tumblr repost of my second published DP fanfiction--or, better yet, go check it out on my AO3!

Summary:  Paulina's routine weekend is interrupted by a (more or less standard) ghost fight... and she can't help but wonder if this is the chance she's been waiting for! Too bad she isn't nearly as suave around Amity's #1 celebrity crush as she is around everyone else... 

(no gore, no angst, only a big dumb cheesy crush haha)

It began peacefully, for a Saturday morning at the mall. Starr wouldn’t catch up until closer to 11, but Paulina didn’t mind getting an early look at the sales. The quiet helped her to focus, and she had already been moderately successful; a bag containing a cute new pair of ankle boots and a handful of new lip gloss colors hung off one arm, and in her other hand she cradled a steaming, fragrant salted caramel mocha to-go; a treat she reserved for the weekends, as she had a figure to maintain. The sound of shoppers chatting and the smell of greasy, sugary treats from the food court permeated the air. A perky pop song played over the speakers, and she hummed and swayed her hips a little to the beat. Nothing could make this morning more perfect!

An employee darted out of a store up ahead and maniacally took off running down the hallway, face pale and eyes wide. Paulina paused to watch him go by, bemused. What was his problem? Instantly, an unnaturally echoing crash reverberated through the main hallway, causing the lights overhead to shudder and spit. Windows rattled, displays shook, and a tipsy mannequin in a store entryway toppled over. Before the ghost alarm system could instruct pedestrians to evacuate, shoppers armed with many months of routine practice were already streaming out of stores and following the established escape routes. Thankfully, it wasn’t as busy as it would be later in the day, so the crowds were relatively calm. A few young children cried, and the most daring wannabe journalist split off from the herd to find better angles to video the oncoming ghost fight.

A chilling draft tousled Paulina’s hair from a few departments over. An unfamiliar, vague silhouette of a garish green ghost swung a clothing rack through a glass display, shattering it. “Trespassers,” she shrieked. “Get out!” She reared back and haphazardly pitched the flimsy metal structure at the diminishing crowd. Paulina ducked into a nearby photo booth to hide, even though she was pretty sure she hadn’t been seen yet. She leaned against the interior wall and took a few deep breaths, trying to stop her legs from shaking. She was perfectly safe; the ghost boy would be here any minute! She was close this time, she could watch him fight! She allowed herself a giddy grin, here where no one else could see her. Maybe he’d notice her looking. Maybe he’d be close enough for her to say hello. Maybe he’d wish her a good morning, and flash her one of those dazzling smiles. She should offer to buy him a coffee! It would be quiet, because everyone else would have left, so they could sit at her favorite booth and tell each other anything. Did he have anyone else to talk to? She’d listen to anything that magical voice said, and she’d feel like the most special girl in the whole world, even if no one else ever knew—

Another crash broke through her beautiful daydream, and she gasped, dropping her shopping bag to clutch her lipstick taser. She peeked out from behind the curtain. “Thieves!” The ghost shrilled. The few workers who hadn’t already snuck out of back doors were scuttling down the hallway, heads low. “Greedy sharks! Heartless blood-sucking coin purses!”

“Actually,” a bright, buzzing voice butted in, “I think the vampire totes are a few stores that way.” There he was! The few scattered people still standing nearby cheered.

The evil ghost lady puffed up at the new intruder, semi-translucent energy particles shedding off her form like glitter. “You aren’t welcome here! Leave! This is my property!”

“Um, no? Look, I’m not a vampire, either. This is a public establishment. You have a perfectly good lair in the zone!”

The ghost keened, and the radio dissolved into static. “I will tear this house of gluttony down board by board and rebuild what is mine! Help me, or be buried in the rubble!”

She was answered with a solid beam of energy to the gut. Her somewhat corporeal form crashed loudly into the opposite wall, tearing through the advertisement poster and crumbling the plaster beneath. “Thanks for the offer, but no. The good people of amity need their local hot topic!”

It didn’t take him long to subdue the unfamiliar ghost. She managed to animate a few of the nearest mannequins, but they didn’t stand a chance against Amity’s hero. Almost too soon, the remnants of wailing vapor were sucked into that strange canister he carried.

He hooked the device onto his belt and turned, yawning and stretching his arms overhead. “Welp, sorry about the mess. Have a good weekend, everyone, and stay safe!”

Crap, he was leaving! Paulina darted out of her hiding place. “Wait!” She picked her way through the strewn debris and glass shards as quickly as she dared.

The ghost boy took a single step back, but he didn’t take off. He raised an eyebrow at her, hands still suspended in the air. “Don’t shoot?”

“What do you-” she was still holding up the lipstick taser. It fell from her hand with a clatter. “Mierda, no, no, I would never! I only meant, um.” Why was this so much harder than screaming up at him from a group of fans? She was a performer, darnit—a beautiful, charismatic, independent woman! She could do this!

But he was otherworldly, and heroic, and gorgeous, and on top of all that, he was real. Personable. She didn’t usually see his face this close. He had a great smile. The glow from his eyes effortlessly did a better job of contouring his face than she could ever hope to do… and yet, as she looked closely, she couldn’t help but notice the bags under his eyes. He was tired, she realized. It made sense—he’d been on the news just this morning for a fight late last night, just like he always was—but it was so totally unfair.

He didn’t look like he needed an impromptu date with a stranger. He looked like he needed a coffee break.

“Thirsty?” She spouted spontaneously, holding out her arm to him with all the grace and charm of a plank of wood.

He blinked twice down at the proffered disposable coffee cup, causing the green spotlight he cast on it to strobe slightly. “Huh?”

She felt her face heat, and her toes curled in her cute flats. “I mean, can ghosts drink? Because I got you a coffee,” she lied. “As a thank-you gift for protecting the mall.”

“Oh.” His smooth, gloved hand folded around hers to accept the offering. She struggled to make her fingers let go. “Thank you?”

She beamed. “My pleasure!”

Curious bystanders were starting to drift closer. The ghost drifted up and away slowly, taking an experimental sip. “Whoa, it’s really good,” he murmured. His eyes met hers one more time, and she couldn’t be sure, but his cheeks seemed to be glowing a little brighter than usual. “Uh, take care, I’ll see you around,” he chirped, before streaking off through the distant ceiling.

She stood there and stared at the spot he’d disappeared through, heart still beating fast, until a grumbling janitor shooed her aside to sweep up the rubble. As she made her way back to her abandoned purchases, she silently vowed to always carry an extra cup of coffee through the mall… just in case.

[emerald-amidst-gold]

I blame no one but myself

Since I saw @little-lightning-lavellan​ create THIS I had to do it for Fane. You have a glorious mind, just so you know! I had to do this, and as a result, I splurged. Holy fuck. Strap yourself in folks!

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You have selected _____ to join your party! Is your OC a Companion in the Dragon Age series? What would it be like for a player to select them to join their party for quests (or romance them, perhaps? 👀)

(yes, I will always use this picture until the day I die. Fight me.)

Fane Lavellan (born 9:17 Dragon) is a Dalish warrior and hunter from Clan Lavellan, but abandoned the clan at the age of 20. He feels no kinship with his own clan or the Dalish as a whole. He is a volatile young man that is prone to bouts of rage, but also indifference, swapping between the two at any given moment. However, he shows an astounding sensibility with keen observational skills and a plethora of worldly knowledge that many would not assume a mere Dalish warrior to have. 

Inquisition scouts report that he was along the fringes of the hills surrounding the Conclave several hours before the blast, seemingly observing the gathering of the mages and templars with levels of confusion and intrigue, but was within the village itself when the initial explosion occurred, thus he was brought in as a potential suspect and questioned as to his reasons for being there. Fane stated he was ‘just watching’ and left it at that, so the Inquisition decided to keep him close so they themselves could ‘just watch’. (If playing the Mhairi World State then his reason for being in Haven is as a bodyguard for his sister, and stays with them for her sake alone. He does not leave Clan Lavellan in this world state.) 

Fane is a starting companion (appears at the first initial rift with Solas and Varric) and is a romance option for either a female or male elf or human. The initiation of the romance is, however, based on the approval scale. You must be at a certain percentage upon the initiation scene, otherwise, the flag will be unavailable (Dalish Inquisitors start with infinitely lower approval than human, dwarf, or Qunari Inquisitors). If playing the Mhairi World State then romance option is voided, and a background relationship like Dorian and the Iron Bull will be initiated with Solas through banter hints during the game. The background relationship applies for other world states, and for low approval, or if the Inquisitor does not romance Solas.

His primary abilities upon recruitment are centered around two-handed and DPS, but can be  respecced after the first seal attempt. Fane’s specialized Ability Tree is akin to the Reaver Ability tree, and unlocks along with other companions’ Ability trees after Haven. However, he has two personalized activated skills named Emotional Baggage and Leashed, But By Choice. 

Emotional Baggage is a support, sustained AOE ability that Fane can activate to use the emotional duress of an enemy (i.e. status effects such as panic or weakened.) to augment his, the Inquisitor’s, or other companion’s abilities and basic attacks. This ability eats away at his stamina however and when depleted, Fane is unable to use any of his other abilities for a short period of time, and his basic attacks and general movement is impaired. 

Leashed, But By Choice is an ability exclusively tailored to support either Solas or the Inquisitor (if high approval or within the Mhairi World State). When within the appropriate radius of either one, Fane can ‘tether’ himself to Solas or the Inquisitor to bolster their strength by feeding his emotions through the link established. Any debilitating effects upon Solas or the Inquisitor is transferred to him and redistributed back through with fiery purpose. (status effects stack until stamina pool is depleted) If Fane’s stamina pool is completely depleted when the tether is still established, he will begin to take high amounts of spirit damage due to all debuffs circling back to him until he disconnects himself, or Solas or the Inquisitor cease any basic or activated attacks. (If friendly fire is toggled on, Solas or the Inquisitor can direct an attack towards Fane to forcibly remove the link if he is unable to).

Fane’s focused ability is circumstance dependent, meaning it is only activated if Solas has fallen or is at critical health. (If playing the Mhairi World State, it will be available if Mhairi falls or is critically injured, as well.) It is listed with the name Shattered Vow and is along the lines of the base focus ability Berserk. However, Shattered Vow greatly amplifies abilities such as Dragon Rage and Devour, and has no cooldown times on either, but at the cost of extra amounts of health when used. Stamina rate of depletion is exceptionally lowered during the duration of the ability, but upon focus depletion, or if Solas or Mhairi is revived or healed, Fane will immediately collapse and be incapacitated for the rest of the fight. (Revival, potions with Lifeward, or if Healing Grenade is upgraded with Revival will not work to recall Fane.)

Combat Comments

Kills an enemy

(scoffs) Disgusting.

I’m sick of you! *if enemy downed is a mage*

(snarls) Don’t touch me! 

Kills an enemy (after Haven)

(tired sigh) Will it ever end?

So much red..

I wasn’t made for this..

Low Health

(growls) Permission granted to heal!

Suledin.. S..Suledin.. Vir enasalin.. 

I..I have to..keep going..

Low Health (Companions)

(the Inquisitor) Stop attacking! Focus on the Inquisitor! He/She is injured!

(the Inquisitor - if Dalish) Will pride be your downfall, too?! Someone help the Inquisitor!

(the Inquisitor - Mhairi World State) Help, Mhairi! NOW!!

(Solas) Solas! You damned fool! Fall back!

(Varric) Varric! Archers in the back, warriors on the front! Get it?!

(Cole) Cole! Easy, damn you!

Fallen Companions

(the Inquisitor) - If you fall, we all fall! Get. UP!

(the Inquisitor - if Dalish) I thought you would never submit?! 

(the Inquisitor - Mhairi World State) My, no! (voice cracks) NO! Open your eyes! OPEN THEM!!

(Solas) Solas! (snarls angrily) I swear if you’re not breathing when I get to you, I’ll--I’ll--! 

(Solas - if romanced by Fane) No..NO! (choked up) We made a vow, Solas! It can’t shatter again! I need you!

(Iron Bull) I’m large, but you’re larger, you oaf! Get up!

(Cole) Cole, no! You still have so much to see, to observe! Come on!

(Varric) I don’t fancy having Hawke’s hands on my throat, dwarf! 

(Cassandra) The Seeker’s down? (snarls) Fuck me!

Location Comments

If within radius of any Elvhen artifact 

Fane: I’m..going to stay out here.

Inquisitor: Is everything all right? What’s wrong?

Fane: Nothing. It’s just more practical for someone to stay outside in case of trouble. Go on.

If within radius of any Elvehn artifact and Solas is in the party (primarily after Haven)

Solas: There is an elven artifact nearby.

Fane: (sighs) Of course there is.

Solas: Ir abelas. We shall be quick.

Fane: Go on, then. I’ll be here. 

Exalted Plains

The land is burnt to ash here. How typical.

The sky is...grey. (sighs) I want to leave already.

(Within Halin’sulahn) 

Fane: Could we have built a life here? Harmonious with them and free? Without a yoke to bind us, a noose to threaten us?

Inquisitor: With humans, you mean?

Fane: Huh? Hum--? (clears throat) Yeah. Yeah..

(when reading one of the plaques depicting the Exalted March)

(growls) The world would be better off without religion. (scoffs) Zealots, all of them.

(Approaching the Dalish camp)

Inquisitor: Huh. Look. It’s the Dalish encampment.

Fane: Traipsing about a battlefield? (scoffs) Idiots. I feel bad for the halla.

Emprise du Lion

(takes a deep breath) Ahh, feel that? That’s cold. (chuckles) Just how I like it.

I need to shed a layer...or five. How can you all stand so much fur? Ugh. 

Watch for falling snow from the branches. It’ll crush you as surely as any boulder would.

(near red lyrium) 

This stuff needs to know the perpetuity of black. Destroy it already.

My head is pounding. (growls) Can we get moving? Tsk.

(after walking across Judicael’s Crossing)

Fane: I hear them..

Cole: They’re confused, crazed, chained. They want to correct it, but it’s too much..

Fane: ...Let’s go.

Temple of Mythal

 (entering the temple)

Guess the elves learned how to cherish some things. Don’t let that be in vain.

(after meeting Abelas - didn’t attack)

Fane: I wonder if they know..

Solas: They do.

Fane: Hmph. That’s...good, I guess.

Companion Comments about Fane

Varric: Tempest? (laughs) He’s a handful, but he’s not so bad once you get past it. Elf can drink, too! The other night, half the soldiers were knocked out cold and he was still wide awake!

Blackwall: Have you ever played Diamondback with Solas and Fane at the same time? Don’t. My coin purse is still recovering from that duo. 

Sera: Grumpy? (cackles) I put a rat in his bed roll the other day and I friggin’ swear his hair turned as red as his face after the screech he let out! ...I had to hide out in the kitchens all day, though. 

Cole: His eyes hold dueling duality. He wonders when the battle will end.

Cole (if Fane is romanced with the Inquisitor): He doesn’t know which side he wants, but observing you gives him hope. He feels safe with you.

Solas (not romanced with Fane): Fane has been through a lot, Inquisitor, but his words do not wholly define him. Observe him as he observes all of us, and you will see that.

Solas (if romanced with Fane): (chuckles) Ma’isenatha? He is special, Inquisitor. In more ways than you realize. (more quietly) ...He is more important than you realize.

Iron Bull: He gives me a wide berth for some reason, but he’s one hell of a fighter! (hums) Sort of unhinged though. Like he doesn’t know he’s even moving in for the kill. Kind of worrisome, if you ask me.

Dorian: Fane? (chuckles) Have you ever heard him speak when he thinks no one’s listening? That man is a walking poetry book! Caught him reciting one to himself one time and when I asked about it, he turned beet red! I swear the man’s eyes changed colors from that alone!

Leliana (if not playing the Mhairi World State): I don’t know much about him, or rather, I cannot find much about him. For a large man with very unique features, he remains shadowed. ...And he seems to want it that way.

Leliana (if Inquisitor is Dalish): I attempted to contact your clan after Haven to gather information, but...all inquiries were met with refusal or deflection. You yourself mentioned you had never interacted with him, yes? I believe there is more going on than Fane wishes to admit.

Leliana (if playing the Mhairi World State): Your brother is highly observational and subtle for a man so large. He had taken one of my investigations as his own, and brought back amazing amounts of intel that uncovered a ring of mages attempting to repeat the same dragon control from the Grand Cathedral. ...Would you be adverse to me making him an agent?

Trespasser

No matter the romance or world state, Fane becomes unavailable at the end of Inquisition. If romanced, however, he will leave the Inquisitor a letter stating that he’s sorry, but he can’t continue to ignore what is needed for what he wants. If playing the Mhairi World State, he also leaves a letter, but the message is attached with the favor Mhairi had given him when he turned twenty-one; a velvet sash. After various attempts of locating Fane and turning up no leads, he is presumed out of bounds of Thedas or dead.

During Trespasser, upon the final eluvian that ultimately leads to Solas,  the Inquisitor will be stopped by a dragon masked warrior, who is also blocking the Viddasala from entering the mirror. Even when questioned, the warrior doesn’t speak and ultimately moves to the side to allow passage, but not before finally saying, in fluent Elvhen: ‘Your wings are clipped, and only stone awaits you.’

When the Inquisitor speaks to Solas, he will explain that Fane is not dead or missing, and is actively within the Crossroads as they speak. Any circumstance will yield questions from the Inquisitor as to Fane’s exact whereabouts, and Solas with state, with a saddened smile, ‘He saw you when you came in, but you did not do the same courtesy. Such is the way the world views his kind.’ If the Inquisitor made an effort to learn the history of the elves, their downfall, and Solas’s own identity, then he will explain exactly what Fane is and who he is to Solas himself. If not, then Solas will say to find Fane themselves to learn the complete truth and will only explain his own side. 

In the Epilogue, it is made known that the warrior the Inquisitor passed in the Crossroads was Fane, after Leliana’s agents reports sightings of a large male along the fringes of Tevinter, wearing the same armor, but without the mask attached. It is later revealed that Fane is working as one of the Agents of Fen’harel, but mainly as Solas’s second in command.  

Trivia

Fane has an unhealthy obsession with anything sweet. He often gets stomach aches.

He is demisexual, thus why his romance is based upon the approval scale.

Fane is the only companion that cannot have armor crafted for. He will equip himself as levels dictate.

His area within Skyhold is situated in three places: The third floor in the tavern with Cole, leaning on the crates in the rookery, and most frequently, reclining on the couch in the rotunda, reading.  Sometimes banter will trigger between him, Solas, Cole, and Leliana. During Haven, Fane can be found along the edges of the training yard or along one of the broken docks.

His idle animation has him scanning the sky with his arms crossed, or clenching and unclenching his fists.

He enjoys the scent and look of Gladiolus. 

If not playing the Mhairi World State, Fane is revealed to have no family beyond his deceased mother and missing father, the latter he speaks of with great disgust and loathing, however.

There is a DLC called Emerald Eyes Amidst Golden Vows that doubles as Fane’s personal quest which reveals towards dragons having a greater influence beyond the Old Gods. It hints towards Fane’s identity, as well, but it is not resolved until Trespasser.

Fane can speak and write in fluent Elvhen, but refuses to unless pressed.

Fane’s Reaver ability Dragon’s Rage is a silvery blue color rather than crimson. Upon activation of Shattered Vow, however, the blue is mixed with red.

It is revealed in Trespasser that Fane was able to ‘tether’ with the Inquisitor due to the mark, since it is Solas’s magic. 

He is secretly claustrophobic. This is revealed in The Descent DLC, if taken.

He personally tests every strange bottle of liquor the Inquisitor finds in the wilds.

The Mhairi World State is an origin preset for Fane to personalize the player’s experience with him through special dialogue and unique buffs.

Fane’s ‘climax’ romance scene reveals the abuse he underwent as a child from his father. His scars are exposed for the Inquisitor to see, then.

Refers to Solas as ‘my sky’, if in a romantic relationship. If involved with the Inquisitor, he will call them, ‘my wings’.

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Yeah, I got carried away. I had to stop myself because I think about this a lot since Fane was not originally my canon Inquisitor. Not entirely canon compliant, but you all know me, I recognize canon, but I don’t chain myself to it. XD

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how long can you stand the heat? {Roger Taylor/Reader/John Deacon}   /SMUT\

Summary: Another One Bites The Dust Movie ‘verse rog n deaky. i wanna fuck them. that’s all. pwp.

A/N: 2794 words. I’m DRUNK BAYBE, so very drunk. Like halfway through a bottle of kraken rum drunk. But anyways, the point is use lube I beg of you. Even if it’s vaginal, lube is your friend, I promise. EODT 1 hour in: TOOK ANOTHER SHOT OF RUM AYOH. But anyways. Sub!Reader, DP, threesome, unprotected sex, anal. PWP. ABSOLUTELY FYCKNNG UNEDITED GOOD NIGHT/ oh I got so so so so so unfortunately drunker fo the second half it’s 1.30pm and im so close to blackout drink. Lets drink again. Glug. Borhap the dvdis on again for the 3rd time whoooooops. we were robbed of 39 deleted scene. drimk. am Mistaken. // had nother drnk the words r swimmin bayyyybeee v drunk bye

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“Fred is fucking testing me, I swear,” Roger hissed, stalking into the sound room where you had been watching the rehearsal with your usual mild amusement, “if he’s late again –“

“Of course he’s going to be late again,” you try to soothe him, standing, making your way over to him, “but just because he’s late doesn’t mean –“

“If he’s late we can’t actually bloody well rehearse,” Roger groans, “doesn’t matter how good I am if the band’s not playing.” And he’s crackling with an energy that you recognise, that you know all too well. You lick your lips, tip your head to the side ever so slightly in unspoken question. Roger knows exactly what you mean, and swallows hard.

“I’m going for a smoke,” he huffs, and stalks from the room. You can’t help your smile despite yourself.

You wait five minutes before saying you’re taking your lunch break, and head from the recording studio, making a beeline for the bathroom two floors up.

His hands are on your before you even get a word in edgewise, pressing you to the door, all lips and teeth and desperate scraping nails pulling your shirt from where it’s tucking into your pants. You sigh and gasp, desperate, still feeling the bass, the drums, the rhythm of Another One Bites The Dust thrumming through you like it had just minutes before, the song, the strained tension in the room leaving you needy and desperate.

It’s like Roger wants to take his frustrations out on you, all the anger he had built up at Freddie coming out in the way he bit the juncture where your neck met your shoulders, his nails on your hips, his teeth on your lip. He’d rip your blouse off there and then if he didn’t know you still had the rest of the day to get through.

“Tough day?” You ask with half a laugh, and instead of answering, he’s got his hands on your hips, manoeuvring you against the counter by the sink.

“Good song,” he grunts, tugging roughly at your buttons to get them undone, “I just wish...” he trails off, and you give an amused smile, finger beneath his chin to lift his gaze to yours.

“Wish what?”

His gaze meets yours, and something about him melts at your teasing tone, your light smile. His hands pause, and he moves in to kiss you.

“Can’t remember,” he muses, lips inches from yours. He kisses you, a little softer this time, hand reaching in your blouse to take pinch softly at your nipple, and you let out a breathy sight, pleased little smile on your lips, “god I’ve missed you.” He sighed, kissing your neck gently, before there comes an abrupt knock at the door.

Roger can barely yell that it’s occupied before John Deacon’s entering, eyebrows raised, amused smile on his lips as you try and pull your blouse to cover your modesty, and Roger awkwardly angles himself in front of you.

“Am I interrupting?” John snickers.

“Yes,” Roger snaps, instantly annoyed once more, and you avert your gaze; you had at least John had thought somewhat highly of you before this, “why in the bloody hell are you all the way up here?” Roger hissed, and John’s smile widened.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have at least half a clue of what you two were doing,” John says with the barest of smug grins. You feel yourself growing warm at his words, blouse still half unbuttoned.

“What do you want, Deaks?” Roger huffed, still uncomfortably hard in his black jeans, and John flushed.

“Call me self-satisfying, but you weren’t the only one to feel something in that rehearsal room,” he paused, gaze locking on yours, “I saw you, dear, I know you felt some type of way.” And perhaps your mind was fixated on the frustration in his expression, the way it turned to elation as the song came to life, but you swallowed hard.

“What are you saying?” Roger said carefully, raising a single eyebrow, but not outright rejecting the implicit idea.

“Stress relief,” John offers, “nothing more, nothing less. If you’re both comfortable with that, that is.” He gives a slight smirk, and you have to avert your gaze, already feeling flustered. After a beat, Roger shrugs, shooting for nonchalant.

“[Y/N] it’s your call,” he paused, “I can take care of this,” he gestures vaguely to his pants, “myself, but...” he concedes, tipping his head and averting his gaze, “I don’t know what happened in there, but Deaks isn’t wrong.”

“He certainly is not,” you find your voice, and they both laugh a little self consciously, “you’re here... for us?” You asked, and surprisingly, John didn’t avert his gaze, locking it with yours, and giving a sharp smile.

“Of course I am; a beautiful girl like yourself, and,” he shrugged, a little dismissive, “Roger, I guess.”

“Hey!” Roger scowled, but John snickers, leaning against the door, folding his arms. Like he had in the studio. You swallow hard, can’t look at him directly; the smugness, the authority.

“Dear, what do you think?” And John’s addressing you, can see how you’re reacting to his mere presence, and you blink a few times, trying to clear your mind.

“Yes,” the word comes out bluntly, and Roger even snorts a laugh at the immediacy of it, “yes, I- yes. Sure. Yes.”

“Rog?” Deaky asks, making his way into the room. He doesn’t look directly at Roger, instead, he makes his way to the trashcan, and moves it in front of the door, waiting for a response. After a moment, Roger shrugs.

“Why not; stress relief and all that, anything that’ll make me forget how late Freddie was –“

“Dear?” It’s phrased like both a question and a directive, but at John’s insistence, you kiss Roger to shut him up. You take the initiative, your fingers nimbly undoing his fly, when Roger turns with a scowl.

“You gonna just stand there and watch?” He asks, and John’s smile widens.

“I can’t do anything with her on the counter like that,” he offers, and your up already at his tone, which both of them note with interest.

“And I can’t do anything with you all dressed like that,” Roger tries experimentally, shooting for authoritative, and you’re more than eager to start shedding clothes, getting to your feet.

“I never knew you were so...” and John’s smile says it all, but you feel a rush of excitement at his appreciation. You and Roger had fucked, but he’d never really ordered you around, it was just a means to an end, a way to ease frustrations, but this... oh this is different, this is a development he appreciates.

Roger stands with John, arms crossed; your heartbeat thrums in your chest as you watch them, their pupils wide as they take you in.

“What should we do with her?”

“Bend her over, get her off,” John muses with a smirk, “have her up between us, what do you think?”

“Seems only fair – one of our sound engineers, she has to put up with us as much as we put up with Fred, right?”

“Should we be doing this with all the sound engineers?” John muses, trying not to laugh as he makes his way towards you.

“Only if they’re into it,” Roger smirks, and is already taking off his pants. John casts a look over his shoulder when he reaches you, watching Roger for a moment before he gently caresses your cheek.

“You sure you’re okay with this, dear?” And he’s so earnest, worrying you’re only into it for their benefit, but you’re nodding, adamant, needy, and unabashed in your underwear. He kisses you gently, experimentally, but you bite his lip as an indication, and his hand that had found your hip moves breath your waistband. Your breath catches in your throat.

Whines escape you, needy, breathy, and John can’t help but smile.

“Just like that,” he tells you, voice calm and even, his fingers rubbing circles against your clit, “he’s gotten you all hot and bothered, hasn’t he?” A finger dips into you, and you can’t even form words as he slowly fingers you. “Or were you like this before?” He smirks, and you make a gentle whimper, his finger curling inside of you.

“Never thought our music alone would get a girl wet like this,” John muses, turning to address Roger, who smirks, teeth sharp.

“It’s rare, but it happens,” Roger agrees, and he joins John, his hand finding you, r cheek, pulling you into a gentle kiss, “don’t let it go to your head.” He adds after a beat, pulling away from you for a moment, and you chase his lips, needy. John watches with a sharp smile.

“Too late.”

“Please,” you groan, you hands finding their hips, one on each, and John steps back for a moment, gesturing for Roger, “please, I need-“

“Okay, sweetheart,” Roger agrees, stepping towards you easily, “come on,” he moves you to one of the stalls, his hands on your hips, and you whine when John’s fingers leave you empty, but he’s still following, his hands still on the small of your back, your ass, your hips. Slowly, painfully slowly, Roger and John, in tandem, without speaking, pull down your underwear to your hips, “take them off.” Roger orders, and you’re quick to comply, and he, on the outside of the stall as you brace yourself against it with one hand, steps up to you, one hand on your hip, the other lining himself up as he eases himself into you, and you gasp, lean into him.

“I’ve got you,” Roger’s voice is gentle, his lips against your shoulder as he rocks against you; he’s hard, pressing against your G-spot every time he buries himself into you, and you feel yourself tensing, nervous for what’s to come.

“Come on, darling, I know you’ve got it in you,” John’s voice is in your ear as his arm snakes around you, finding your clit, and it feels like your whole body is on fire, whining and arching into Roger as you feel John hard against your back as he whispers into your ear.

“Come on, baby,” Roger all but moans, “we just want you to feel good, you’re so fucking good,” and you clench around him; his half-whine, half-moan hits in a way you hadn’t anticipated, and you lean back, only to meet John against your back, his other hand gentle on your hip, guiding you.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, darling, look at you, look at you,” and his hand that had been on your hip moves up to your chin, making you watching yourself in the mirror, your eyes clouded with lust, your whole body covered in a thin sheen of sweat as you’d braced yourself on the cubical frame, “beautiful.” John murmurs, and you watch in the mirror as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. “Darling, I can’t wait to be in you –“

“Please,” you whimper, and he huffs a gentle laugh.

“I don’t want to hurt you, dear, I need you to be,” and he swallows hard, presses a kiss to your neck, “wet; the sooner you get off, the sooner I’ll be-“

“Right there- “ you whine, his fingers circling your clit, “please, I need- I need you-“

“Can you come for us?” John asks, and Roger sighs gently, slowing a little as he reaches to pinch at your nipples.

“Fuck, babe, you’re feeling so good, can you- we just want to get you off –“

And you whine, arching your hips as John braces back.

“Harder, my clit – please, harder, more,” and as John moves in insistent circle you feel the heat coiling in your belly, Roger’s cock hitting deep and consistent as you whine and grind against him, “right there- Rog – fuck, fuck, fuck-“ and you lose your voice as Roger hits your G-spot and John’s fingers are on your clit, and you’re tipped over the edge, cumming on Roger’s cock, shaking and whimpering. They’re telling you how good you are, how hot you are, how in this moment you’re perfect.

“Our darling,” John mumbles, his fingers sliding against the slick of your cunt and Roger’s cock, “you’re doing so well,” and he rubs your own wetness against your asshole. Roger’s slowed, as if to keep you from  being overstimulated.

“Oh sweetheart,” he mumbles, and bites at your collar, “can you do that all over again,” his voice is voice is gravelly, his pupils blown wide as he.

‘For us?” John groans, his hands nudging your thighs apart. He’s hard and ready, holding himself back barely, as he eases into you.

“Slow,” you manage, and John nods, still using your wetness as lubricant, as Roger stops, though he seems pained.

“That’s it,” John managed, voice tight, his head falling forwards onto your shoulder as he eases himself into you, after a beat he huffs at your silence, “we want to hear you.” And you whimper.

“Louder,” Roger instructs, and a choked moan escapes you as Deaky pushes himself into you, filling you further than you’d ever thought possible. Roger bites hard against your shoulder and you arch, you squeak, and they both twitch inside of you.

“Fuck,” you breathe, “fuck,” the sound is guttural as it comes from you, “harder, please, please,” and something about you begging has both men grasping at you, gasping, biting at your shoulders, your neck, John’s teeth on your neck and Roger’s teeth on your tits as their tease you with their fingers, pistoning into you at alternating rhythms.

Roger’s close; you can tell by the twitch of his cock in your cunt, and his shaky breathing.

“Yes, yes,” you whine, the walls of your cunt tight around him as he whimpers, cumming deep inside of you, hot and gasping against you, whining, desperate, all thoughts leaving his head as his nails dig into your thighs.

“Fuck, fuck- baby-‘

And John’s steady and consistent, fucking your ass as Roger shivers, cumming in your cunt, until his fingers find your cunt. With Roger’s hands roaming your body, and John’s fingers against your cunt, it feels like you’re on fire, your whole world shrinking down to them and the feelings they have set you alight with.

“Hands on her- in her cunt, Roger, Roger, please she needs it,” and John’s voice is desperate when Roger’s fingers find your clit, your cunt, finger fucking you while John fucks your ass, his teeth on your neck and hands on your waist your cunt.

“Good girl,” John urges as he close; you can feel him tense, and you grind yourself against him, whining and desperate. His cock in your ass as Roger’s fingers find your g-spot, and you find yourself tensing quickly for your second orgasm, reaching back to dig your fingers into John’s shoulder, to which he groans, mumbling your name and praises into your ear.

“Harder!” John barks, and you arch your hips when Roger presses against your clit and your g-spot.

“Come on, babe, you’re so fucking hot-“ Roger bites at your ear, “let us get you off –“ and you arch, you cum, you whine, fingers stuttering where you’d reached back to hold John’s hips as he holds you tight, as your ass clenches around his cock; he can’t help but whispers praise against your shoulder, your neck, against the back of your head as he cums deep in you, and you shudder against him, like a moment of relief, and you sag against him.

”You’re so fucking good,” Roger whispers, a sentiment which John agrees with quietly, pleasantly, easing himself from you, satisfied.

“Darling, you’re wonderful,” John adds, and you swallow hard, already feeling flustered at the events that had just transpired.

“Wonderful,” Roger agreed, a little breathless. After a beat, he locks eyes with John as you stumble to the sink to take a breather. They share a moment, a nod of solidarity. There’s no way they’d mention this to anyone else... that doesn’t mean it wasn’t beneficial.

“Well, darling, I’m sure I’ll see you around,” and John’s pulling up and zipping his pants, smug little smile in place.

“Any time you need me,” you assured, with an underlying implication which makes him smile.

“He’s good,” Roger smiles, rubbing at the small of his back, the moment John leaves. You huff a laugh as a form of agreement.

“You alright?” You ask gently, and Roger kisses your temple.

“Better than I was before,” he assures, and that’s all you need, standing up, taking a drink from the faucet.

“Another One Bites The Dust is a good song,” you assured with a grin, which Roger meets, eyes sparkled.

“We all know.”

[airakorainies]

So I saw this neat thing flying around Tumblr of Lightwarden aus so with the help of my friend (he’s a wonderful photographer in game. If you want some good pictures too, just send me ask and I can let him know :3)

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So! Here’s mine lol

“Mother, I'm so sorry. Please, I beg of you. Forgive me."

She didn't mean for it to happen. How could she stop it? She was a child frozen in fear. Placed into hiding by her dear mother for protection. The young girl peered through the bushes only to see her mother get cut down in front her. Her hand flew towards the bush and landed just outside of it. She was frozen with fear. She couldn't move. Her breathing grew sharp as she watched the enemies run off. Slowly, she reached out a hand and touched her mother's. Snow Tine.

Guilt plays a tune of melancholy in heart. Each death weighed a heavy toll on her heart. Her eyes would droop with tears of pity as she watched one ally after another get cut down in front of her. A hero? She's no hero. She cannot save the ones she loves.

And then it happened. Those thoughts continued to tear apart her mind and heart until she knew she was unstable. Slowly, she crawled her way out into The Empty. If she were to turn, it'd be best to stay out here. Surely, she would not have to cut down her friends if she was alone. So with the little strength she had left, she called upon Feo Ul. She begged the fairy to trap her in a large bubble, cocoon, a large shard, *anything* so that she may not escape. With the wall raised, she turned.

--> The fight. The Frozen Lament Extreme

~~> Snow Tine the Forgiven Guilt <~~

Class: Demented Summoner

Weapon: Book/Ice that forms around specific limbs for specific purposes

Her appearance matches that of the pictures (will post after), except her horns were moved from the side of her eyes to the bridge of her nose. The horns stretched out and covered her eyes. As a way to hide the tears she has constantly shed. The tux also has a much longer coattail that flows outward during the fight cause aESTHETIC.

The field is a lot like Shiva's but it's got more of an open, cave feel to it. There's no walls and it has a dark canyon that seems to surround the field.

+ When pulled, she immediately throws out a cone knock-back called "Icy Front". It's small but if people aren't paying attention at when the fight began, they can be pushed off just over the edge. There'll be enough time in the casting that the group can run far enough to her to avoid the knock-back. *or immune it* She'll announce the beginning of this move with the dialogue "Move! Get out or I'll kill you too!"

--> Players who get knocked off will not be immediately killed. Instead, they spawn with little health into this room. It looks like a thin icy pillar that extends upward, which is assumed to be the stage as it grows larger and larger as it ascends. In the middle is an orb. It will immediately target the players and begin to cast self destruct. Players must 'kill' the orb to keep a wipe from happening. (Killing it doesn't actually do so. It's just like... disabling it for a while so players can travel through the aether back to the top.) But for each player who fell, it gains a defense buff after it is killed. (For later or any other players that fall later as well)

+ The fight continues out per usual. After a few moments from the knockback, she casts an aoe called "Crying Blizzard".

+ The tank buster follows after is called "Cursed Judgement." Places a hefty vuln onto the tank (that doesn't last long at all but will kill if hit by even an auto attack). This forces a tank swap.

And that's where the fun begins >:)

+ "I've lost so many lights. So what's a few more to lose? I couldn't save them anyway." After she speaks this, she begins to cast a three ring aoe called "Lost Lights". It's got a warning maker *idk what they're called lol* that covers the whole field, leaving only two spots open. Two small rings in between the three. However, there is little reaction time before the players' screens go completely black. They have to memorize where the safe spots are at a glance and quickly remember where to move. The cast is quick too so you can't sit there for a moment to rattle your brain. If hit, it drops a 2 minute frostbite on each player and freezes them for 10 seconds.

+ There's another aoe before she turns to the off tank and casts the knockback towards wherever they're standing. Meaning the off tank should be either with the main tank or to the side where people aren't right after the aoe.

+ She then casts another "Lost Lights" but this time, it's different. Two Shards spawn out of any four patterns. (A cross, an x, a zigzag, or a big bulky line.) They do a complete line aoe across the field they've spawned at. There'll be only a couple of permanent safe spots for any of these patterns but that's up to you to find :)

+ She does another tankbuster, another aoe, before she cries. "Forget it! Forget it all! Please! Forgive me!" She raises her hand up and slaps the ground with a large icy wind knocking all players off the stage.

+ It's your pal orbie!

+ But with friends 😄 There are two ice golems that hit like trucks. So tanks have to take them and then take them to opposite sides of the field. *they get a tether when too close that makes them invincible*.

The orb has a sort of protect shield around it making it untargetable. The golems must be defeated and then the orb. It's a relatively quick add phase that should be pretty easy, but if there were at least 4 knocked of players beforehand, butts will be clenched killing the orb as it's casting self destruct.

+ Once the players return she screams once more. Her voice is shaking and it's obvious she's crying. "Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me! FORGIVE ME PLEASE!"

She flies up and summons her book in front of her. A shadow bahambo appears behind her and she begins to cast Teraflare. This is her ultimate 😄 AND the *real* add phase. Shadows of the scions appear on the stage. and each player will be given on of three 'buffs'

- Titan's Terror

Those marked with Titan's Terror must locate the scions with the buff Titan's Triumph and kill them. *players killing the wrong scion places an aoe vuln on everyone. 2 means the ultimate will wipe the party no matter what.*

- Garuda's Gout

Those marked with Garuda's Gout must locate the scions with the buff Garuda's Gift and kill them. However, only two scions are marked with this and it's always the twins. *For the full party only has 8 players.* The twins are easy to kill, but Alphinaud must die first or he'll keep healing the scions. *same with Urianger whether he's marked with titan or ifrit.

- Ifrit's Inability

Those marked with Ifrit's Inability must locate the scions with the buff Ifrit's Interest and kill them.

**The healers will always have the same buff Ifrit's Inability + 1 random dps. For the scions with the buff are not as strong.

Players can either split off and kill each scion individually or those with the same buffs gang up on them one by one.

Whatever way works best for the raid.

There is a time limit. If she hits 100 *she's been drawing in aether from the shadow scions*, she'll cast Teraflare and wipe the party.

If not, the party will receive the buff after all the scions are killed called "Phoniex's Phorgiveness" (xP)

Once she casts the flare, the arena changes. It's all musty yet bright. Large mirrors of the three primal egis are around the arena (just there for show).

The same moves appear. But Lost Light's is different. It has either two new patterns.

One combines the original two and another one has her hitbox as the only safe area. She also will combine other aoes with Lost Lights. Players can get marked with puddles. She could have a lookaway move that if hit, zombifies the player and can cause them to get hit by the lost lights *or damage the other player*

The Lost Light's at this point are instakills.

+ there's one new move now called "Mother's Remorse" One random player besides mt will be targeted with a HUGE aoe marker. They must take it as far away as possible. leaving only a small crescent open. You can eat the damage, but it places a heavy vuln and the aoe after will probably wipe the party. *Which means healers must shield and heal the targeted player for the aoe since they get an automatic vuln*

After a certain allotted time, she has a dialouge box appear. But it only says "*Cries*" Her loud sobs override the music as she begins to slow cast, "Hero's Execution". A big aoe with resemblance to tri-bind, each 'orb' placed in front of the three mirror primals.

At 10%, her dialogue changes. "Is this forgiveness? Please set me free!"

= Her death line, "We meet once again... mother..."

== She drops glamour weapons and a rare mount. Like a nightmare but for the dragons.

•••

{{Thank you all for reading! ^^ hope you enjoyed Snow’s Lightwarden fight}}

[rookieskrp]

• •  KIM, JUNGWOO  ▸  980915  ▸  VIDEO GAME STREAMER/(RETIRED) PRO GAMER  • • A FUTURE STAR IN THE MAKING.

sorry to vent but: fuck.

▸ ▸ ▸ BEGINNER STATISTICS.

SINGING〈 004 〉 DANCING 〈 002 〉 RAPPING   〈 001 〉 CHARISMA〈 003 〉 CREATIVITY 〈 005 〉

I HAVE BEEN  ▸ ▸ ▸  compartmentalized. I AM  ▸ ▸ ▸  thinking bigger and beyond. I WILL BE  ▸ ▸ ▸  more than my limitations.

▸ ▸ ▸ WHO AM I.

• • • “should i start it how i start my streams?” ( ` the accent in his voice is thick and it coats each and every single one of his words generously. ) “i usually hide beneath my desk—” ( ` he crouches down, trying to hide his body from the camera lens to little avail. ) “and then i pop up like, ‘hellloooooooooo everyone! it’s your favorite widow main—’ oh wait. that’s not really relevant here, huh…” ( ` the expression of deep-seated contemplation is genuine and for a second, he almost seems to forget what he’s supposed to be doing. ) “alright, guess we’re playing a different tune today.” ( ` he clears his throat, folds his hands against his stomach, dips into a bow, and proceeds to speak in a fine-tuned seoul accent. ) “hi, hello, what’s good? i’m kim jungwoo, i’m nineteen years old, and uh, i don’t know, if you keep up with the wonderful world of esports, you might recognize me as the former main dps of ju.e.sports’s competitive overwatch team legend zero! haha… yeah… you probably don’t recognize me, but that’s fine. i quit pro-gaming a few months back and spent a little bit of time thinking about what i really want to do with myself and ended up here. i’ve always liked to make songs. they’re not really amazing or anything, but i mean… they’re there, start-to-finish, and not the worst things in the world. i like to sing too, and i always have! i guess when i started gaming, i put a lot of things on hold, and it’s not that i don’t like gaming, but… i don’t know! i want to test the waters. they say you’re never too old to chase your dreams. my grandma was seventy-eight when she decided she was going to become a black belt in taekwondo and she’s getting there, you know! it took me until i was eighteen to get to fourth degree, but she’s got a lot more ass-kicking in her than i do so… wait, uh, can i even say ass-kicking? fuck, i said it again. i mean, f-fruit! i, er, anyway, moving on! i’m jungwoo, i’m nineteen, i like to sing and make cool songs, and my grandma could kick my butt!”

▸ ▸ ▸ WHY AM I HERE.

• • • “… i want to see people enjoying my music. not just my singing, or my dancing, or the stupid things i say, but my music. i want them to hear my music and think, ‘ah, yeah, that’s jungwoo. isn’t he great?’” ( ` the far-off look in jungwoo’s eyes makes it clear that he can really, genuinely see it: the future he wants for himself. ) “that’s really it. i want to improve and get better at everything, of course! i want to shed any stupidly limiting expectations people have of me… try to break out of the shell i’ve sort of boxed myself in! but you know, in the long-run, i want to do all of that so i can get to the point where people are listening to songs that i’ve made, i’ve written, i’ve performed and feeling emotions that are real and genuine.” ( ` he grins. ) “i’ll work hard at anything and everything. i’m really competitive, you know? super stubborn, too. i always want to be the best at everything and sometimes it’s tiring, but most of the time it’s rewarding, and that’s all that matters. yeah… i want the world to know my music and to love it. it’s not so strange to want to be loved, is it?”

FOLLOW ME • MESSAGE ME • READ ALL ABOUT ME

▸ ▸ ▸ WELCOME TO ROOKIES, KIM JUNGWOO !

• • • ROOKIES ! is a closed, literate KRP that follows the triumphs and heartaches of original characters living in Seoul and trying to find their way in the competitive world of K-Pop. From the struggles of training to the moment they finally debut and beyond, ROOKIES ! takes you on the journey from starry-eyed dreamer to idol star. THINK YOU’VE GOT WHAT IT TAKES TO MAKE IT TO THE TOP?  • • •

[ubercharge]

petty revenge: competitive overwatch edition

so, to preface this, our mercy was streaming and i filled in the gaps in my screencaps with caps from her stream.

kick off eichenwalde defence with a solid double. good job, me. don’t play junk noawadays, fucking suck at him, feels good to get some spam kills.

but then the enemy junkrat is quick to get his revenge:

and he types in allchat two words, five letters, that quite possibly had him singlehandedly changing the course of the game.

“u suck”.

while i would personally shed this like water off a duck’s plumage, this was enough to spur jing into action and like a good duoqueue partner i would follow. jing and i on dps? that’s one thing. both of us going ham with the laser-focused goal of decimating you, yes you, specifically, even as dpses we don’t play as? that’s another thing altogether.

and that opened the floodgates.

we hunted this guy down.

we solo ulted him.

we didn’t let a single kill go by without telling him he sucked.

i don’t think he was happy about it.

our zen and mercy in response:

things were much more personal on attack. on defence, they have to come to you. so it’s inevitable that you or they will die. on attack, we had the option (and by option, i mean mutually agreed upon plan) to hunt him down in specific.

as genji and pharah, getting behind enemy lines was easy. and for this guy to avoid us when we had high ground and an aerial view? nigh impossible.

i even told jing to say it the one time neither of us got the final blow.

and to end the game before our ostensibly hard-won victory:

there’s no moral to the story here, except that revenge is ok sometimes.

[maymeteorite]

you already know I'm gonna ask for genshin<3

GOD BLESS ILY 💖💕 i should mention that i accidentally closed tumblr halfway through answering this, so i am literally retyping all of it. this new phone has a very like, slippery screen n i'm not used to it so i was like OH SHIT HAGDJANHDBSN

my favorite female character: SUCROSE!!! i only have very minor complaints about her design (really i just wish she was wearing some pants) n the parts of it i do like (her hair n her ears n the COLORS) are so pleasing to look at. i fly around with her bc the mondstadt wings match her really nicely n she looks so cute. her little ears.......i adore her. she has a voiceline about how she wants to use alchemy to create a fairytale utopia n it's SO sweet n i love her so much.

honorable mention hu tao, bc she's actually the only female design i personally don't complain about at all (the bar is so low though) n i LOVED her story quest. i'm also a really big fan of how she's voiced in english (bc i play in english) n also she's hilarious. i'm obsessed with her dynamic with zhongli too.

my favorite male character: strap in kids. this is gonna be a long ride. i have a top three, although it's technically more of a top four.

tied for first are childe n xiao bc i cannot choose between them. i had a really fun journey with childe; when i first started playing, my friend told me they thought he would 100% be my type n i looked at a photo of him n went "ehhhh" so i wasn't really sure at first. i also knew the um. "reputation" fans of him had within fan content n such so i was ALSO wary of that being a very frequent fandom-goer. fast forward a little bit n his banner roles around. i actually decided to pull for him for GAMEPLAY reasons initially, bc the idea of a ranged user being able to use a melee stance was literally a gamechanger for me who wasn't n still isn't very good at archers. i did start liking him reluctantly at that point, but i didn't really want to admit it (very funny looking back) n i used to make fun of him a lot bc i was in denial. NOW i have him in my party (my incredible dps my beloved) n i have finally met him in story which made me fall REALLY hard REALLY fast bc believe it or not, canon childe is NOTHING LIKE fanon childe. n that's a good thing mind u. n the rest is history, he now means everything to me. i am soft for him daily. i also rescind my previous "ehhhh" about his appearance bc he is very sexy. i am ALSO very much an advocate for how griffin voices him n i could talk about the golden house scene for literal hours; it is THE best scene in the game so far.

xiao was sort of similar, my (same) friend n i both knew i would like him bc he is VERY much my type. we were right. i was hyped up to meet him n as SOON as i did i fell so hard i fell off a cliff. it breaks my heart every day i don't have him as i wait patiently for him to rerun. playstyle wise i honestly think he's really fun, but i would probably be saving for him even if i hated how he played, bc i just love him that much. i'm also obsessed with yaksha lore in general n i think about him a lot. xiao my beloved. he also has one of my favorite (if not my favorite) designs.

diluc n zhongli are the last two, bc i can't really choose which one of them i like more, only bc they're both important for different reasons?

diluc was my FIRST favorite character. i took a single look at him n i KNEW. first character i loved, first character i really wanted, as well as the character i tried to (n failed to) REROLL FOR. over fifty times, n nothing. i have him now, but goddamn. i have a thing for characters associated with fire, n as soon as i heard about the whole darknight hero thing i was like oh my.....marriage. i was heartbroken when i played through the chunk of the story quest where they let u trial him before i had him bc i wanted him so bad. he's literally been on my team since day one. i go idle with him to hear him say nice things to me. i love him so much.

n as for zhongli, he's. also special. the definition of comfort character. "he's more than daddy to me. he's.....he's like GRANDPA" HQGDNANHD no but seriously, he walks on sceen n i just feel safe. part of it is keith being so very good at voicing him, but regardless i love him very much. he tugs at my heartstrings a lot n i think he's probably the character the causes me the most physical heartache bc i feel so bad for him.

honorable mention dain, bc who would i be if i didn't mention dain. mwah.

my favorite book/season/episode etc: i'm gonna go with quest for this one! n i think we all know what i'm gonna say; OF COURSE IT'S ZHONGLI'S STORY QUEST!! i complain a lot about how this game doesn't treat tension properly, but i have absolutely nothing to complain about in either of his quests. particularly part two really held its own for me against the entire main story, in my opinion. i know part two just came out, but i am ECSTATIC about the possibility of future parts. also the only story quest i've shed tears over (although i came pretty close on childe's n xiao's). i even THINK about a scene from that quest n my heart breaks into pieces. emotionally, zhongli owns me.

my favorite cast member: in terms of acting performance, probably keith. in general, yuri. he is one of my all time favorite voice actors n i inhale everything that he has done like fucking kirby. i'm really attached to a lot of the english cast though; laila, griffin, khoi, erika, etc.

my favorite ship: this is hard, actually. what's hilarious is that all my favorite pairings involve zhongli. i honestly, at this point, think it's a tie between zhongluc n rezhong. bc rezhong there is just so much there n so much to THINK about, but zhongluc is very comforting to me, personally, n the whole dragon n the phoenix imagery stuff sucked me in like a VACUUM. i also really like guili though; basically, if zhongli is in it, i will at least think about it (sort of, see later).

a character i'd die defending: childe no uhh. in terms of characters who NEED defending, kaeya. i am so SICK of u people not knowing how to interpret him. i'd like to add in eula here too, bc i REALLY like her, n i think some of u went a little bit haywire. in terms of characters who don't really need defending, xiao. i would die for him, actually.

a character i just can't sympathize with: ironically i don't genuinely hate any of the playable characters yet. dottore is pretty fucked up so i guess him, but also i still find him interesting hagdbanhdnan.

a character i grew to love: besides childe? ganyu! i didn't NOT like her by any means, but i was mostly indifferent, n while i WISH her story quest had a little more to it...i adore her very much.

my anti otp: besides the obvious ones, zhongchi.....LET ME EXPLAIN!! i don't HATE it, exactly. but i got so irreparably BITTER about it clogging up both childe n zhongli's individual tags, to the point where i couldn't find enough content without it, i completely lost interest. i will accept nice art of it, but i also have a massive problem with how A LOT of fans tend to over/hyperfeminize childe in relation to the ship, which feels very disingenuous to me bc childe.....isn't a feminine character, really. he's just, i dunno, skinny?? if anything, his whole fight happy shit feels more masculine to me, lmao. it just very much feels like a lot of u can't accept a pairing between two men unless u put one of them in the role of the "woman" n it very much bothers me. like, listen, i know childe is canonically a malewife n i love that about him, but it's about the intent. n i feel HORRIBLE vibes from a lot of u people. i know active fandom genshin fans have bad vibes in general, but u know what i mean. i have been to this rodeo before, n i hate it every time. also, i see a lot of very mischaracterized childe in relation to the pairing too, n to a much lesser extent zhongli, but it still exists. basically, i don't hate it, but i am bitter. n it very much feels like a lot of u are turning them into ur token fandomwide homos which NEVER ends well.

please all i ask is if ur gonna ship two men can u at least treat them both like some semblance of men i am tired

[scentedstarfishtheorist]

Dionykles

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Dionykles

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071LDGMSZ/        

Dionykles looks like a great start to a great science fiction/fantasy novel.  Any plans for a follow up or series?

Right now, I’m working on something. I’m kind of superstitious. I don’t like talking about novels I haven’t written yet. When I do that, they tend not to get done, haha. But, all things being considered, I would like Dionykles to be a three book series.

I’m also working on a vlog for National Novel Writing Month. I post a video every day that gives tips to help people write their novel. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLXWJeM6T7c

What do you think makes a great story?

I really believe in a quote the film director Christopher Nolan said where he believed that a quality film, or in this case, a quality novel, is one where “whoever wrote it thinks it’s the greatest novel in the world”. There should be an enthusiasm in a novel, as well as an emotional truth. Even if you’re someone who believes in nihilism, that theme should be prevalent throughout your work.

What inspired you when writing Dionykles?

It’s very interesting, Dionykles was an idea I have had since Middle School. It sounds cheesy, but it’s true. As you get older, and you get away from being the kid in school complaining about books to the guy who writes them, I really wanted to write a book that kids in Middle School and High School would enjoy. I remember classmates reading Black Hawk Down and Killing Pablo. Looking back, it sounds crazy, and I don’t think I want kids reading that, but I wanted to write a type of novel that a kid who didn’t like reading would enjoy. I think a part of the school system can ruin a good book if you’re not careful. It’s sort of why the book cover looks like the cover of a video game (laughs)

What are your ambitions for your writing career?  Full time?  Part time?

On top of being a writer, I’m also a voiceover artist. I play the character Jerry in a series called Asshole Cloud, that’s created by the very talented KushPaws. It’s about this cloud that’s mean to everybody. It rains on people. And I’m the main guy it rains on. It’s mature content, in an Adult Swim kind of way. Everyone talks about how we need more talented women in the creative industries, but I think we really need to shed some light on the ones we already have. KushPaws is amazing. Check out Asshole Cloud: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofGNFNH_TxU

When did you decide to become a writer?

Personally, I think so much of wanting to be a writer is having the right collection of people you meet when you’re growing up. Whether it’s those kids you wrote a Poke’Rap parody with in the third grade, the monster story you wrote in the fourth grade, your friends in the fifth grade carrying a Dungeons & Dragons Manual and telling you about what nerve gas does to the body, or having long conversations with your friends about how you wish Space Marines were a bigger plot element of Alien 3. All of that is creativity. And that’s where I like to go back to in my writing. Especially when I’m writing for younger audiences and people who are way older than me who don’t even know what a Super Nintendo is are telling me “what kids are actually like”.  Everything now feels very, very orchestrated. Art by committee. You can feel it. I kind of want to get away from that.

When writing Dionykles did anything stand out as particularly challenging?

The most difficult thing is dealing with the story you’ve fantasized in your head and actually deal with it. Every goal in life has difficult realities you have to deal with. That’s the difference between people who actually do it and the liars. I had some cues I did when writing was hard. I made a photo collage for every 1000 words in my novel. They say a picture is a thousand words, so you should use that to your advantage. I also made little notecards and put an “X” on it every time I wrote 500 words.

It might seem silly, but it’s like lifting your last rep at the gym. Whatever goofy thing you need to do that can help you get it in is worth it, even if it looks goofy on the outside.

Lawrence Kasdan, the screenwriter for The Empire Strikes Back had a famous quote where he said “I write what I see”. When things get hard, that’s what I get back to.

How did you come up with the story of Dionykles?

Dionykles was a sort of petri dish of things I was interested in as a kid. I like the God Dionysus, and I liked certain parts of Herakles that no one really talks about. And I was watching a lot of Dragonball Z as a kid, so I wanted to fuse them like Gotenks. I changed the story considerably since then, but I kept the name.

I also was influenced by history. There was this real life Roman Emperor named Elagabalus who would invite the most obese men of Rome into his banquets and have his servants carry them. He would have put broken glass and poison in the food at these banquets.

It was such an interesting thing I never really saw put in film or book. The character Queen Dior in my book was inspired by Boudicca. I always thought it would be interesting to have someone like Boudicca fight Elagabalus. But I didn’t want to be constricted by the rules of history. People can get really crazy when you write about it. And I love world building anyway, so I had a lot of fun with Stoneterra and the Gods that live there.

And in the middle of this, you have Dionykles, who, after being raised as a shepherd, realizes he’s a God, he has all these powers, and he finds out the truth about where he came from. And there’s anger. There’s anger because he doesn’t belong. There’s anger because he found out the Gods killed his mother. And the corrupt king in the steppe is turning a blind eye to village women being kidnapped by bandits, and Dionykles’s stepsister is kidnapped. It’s truly a him against the world story.  

What do you like to do when not writing?

If I’m not writing, I’m either recording voiceovers or working on some new creative project. I always find things to do.

How can readers discover more about you and your work?

Right now, they can check out my vlog: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLXWJeM6T7c  

They can also check out my blog: reddkaiman.blogspot.com

I’m also active on Twitter: Twitter.com/reddkaiman

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