#it's just kind of there. but in my passion for hidden objects games i played it too. i don't remember coming back to it later though

[flash-from-the-past]

Penny the Pet Detective

[bilbosmom-belladonna]

I'd like to know more about ALL of your wips basically, but especially about "Teach My Hands to War", please? That is such an awesome title!!

Hey hey! Thanks so much for asking!!! 💜💜💜 WIP Ask Game here

I'm glad you like the title, I love it so much. Oddly enough it actually comes from a Bible verse, which is a very unusual source for me (an atheist) but there's all kinds of random stuff rattling around in my skull and that one just fit.

Psalms 144:1 Blessed be the Lord, my rock,  Who teacheth my hands to war, And my fingers to fight.

Anyway, this is the rarepair fic that I am being pretentiously mysterious about, partially because it's just so rare and weird I don't want to reveal it early and partially because I'm a little worried it's a nothingburger 🤣��

Suffice to say, the idea rose from a Discord discussion about clones in a no-Order 66 post-war situation; there are so many nice stories about their lives once they can choose for themselves and how happy they'll be. But I couldn't help but wonder what might happen to clones that didn't want to settle down or discover hidden passions or find happiness or whatever. Fighting is what they're good at, fighting is what they know. What if, for some of them, it's all they want to know?

So, the clone half of this rarepair sets off to find someone or something that can fulfill that need for him, and boy does he find it 😬 It ends up being two sons-of-bitches making each other worse (mostly) and making that everyone else's problem.

The below might end up in the story or it might just live as a character-vibes-exploration. I'm still churning through a lot for this story (like... the plot?) but I really want to get it out there someday soon-ish.

They forced him to retire. They gave him credits and opportunities and freedom with one hand and with the other they took away every last thing he actually wanted. No battalion, no command, no battles to win or objectives to reach. No fucking purpose.  All that was left behind was the itch under his skin, the ache burning through his veins, the endless need to fulfill his fucking birthright. [CLONE] hadn’t trained his whole life to farm or sell speeders or terraform some backwater shithole. He was made to fight. He was made for war.  But the galaxy had grown tired of war.

Thanks so much for playing!

[foundinfantasy]

Sims 4: Cars (an ai EP Concept)

Yes, I still want cars in TS4. Traveling is just so bad and a bike no longer cuts it. We're a decade into this generation of Sims with no end in sight (as Project Renee, if it even happens now, was promised to run alongside TS4) and I still can't believe that while absent-mindedly playing the game and sending my sim home from visiting the local museum that they have to walk a mile before getting to a loading screen. Wild.

So I get to thinking how would cars even work, realistically, in my pixel world? How would they even be introduced? How hard is it that we still haven't had them yet? Ai, while controversial, is a good tool to replicate the EA EP model to answer some of this without getting too lost in my thoughts of features, nuance, and such.

Expansion Pack Title: The Sims 4: Road to Racing

Synopsis: Rev up your engines and hit the streets with The Sims 4: Road to Racing expansion pack! Explore a whole new dimension of gameplay as your Sims dive into the world of automotive culture. From customizing cars to cruising through the city, this expansion pack brings a thrilling new experience to your Sims' lives.

Key Features:

Car Customization Studio: Build the car of your dreams with an all-new customization studio. From paint jobs to body kits, rims, and decals, every aspect of your Sim's ride is in your hands. Express your unique style and personality by creating one-of-a-kind vehicles that turn heads wherever they go.

Street Racing Events: Strap in and get ready to race in adrenaline-pumping street racing events! Compete against other Sims in high-speed races through the city streets, dodging traffic and outrunning the cops. Win races to earn reputation points and unlock exclusive rewards, including new car parts and accessories.

Auto Garage Business: Fulfill your Sims' entrepreneurial dreams by opening their own auto garage. Manage staff, attract customers, and build a reputation as the go-to destination for car enthusiasts. Customize and repair cars for clients, expand your garage with new facilities, and watch your business grow into a thriving empire.

Car Clubs and Meetups: Join or create car clubs with like-minded Sims and organize meetups to show off your rides. Participate in car shows, cruises, and other social events where you can network with fellow enthusiasts, exchange tips and tricks, and admire each other's cars. Strengthen bonds with friends or rivals as you share your passion for all things automotive.

Experience the thrill of the open road and unleash your Sims' inner gearhead in The Sims 4: Road to Racing expansion pack. Whether they're cruising in style or burning rubber on the track, the world of cars awaits!

Thoughts? Personally, love this!

A CAS for cars - CCAS!

Competing in races! Street racing is a bit NSFW for TS4 team and would probably be a mod OR if possible, a popup event once you get enough reputation or find the street racer NPC or just a sign to click that would take you to a Hidden street racing lot.

More likely, it’d be toned down into a PG NASCAR active career with its own lot (like the studio for Get Famous) and lot specific animations of racing on a track but I could see it. New trophies. New way to be famous. Car repair bay vs car customization bay. New neons. Greasy Clutter. A working garage door (you didn’t give me saloon doors with Horse Ranch, redemption arc?)

Or, less likely, they just make a huge track object like 100x100 and create a new lot-type (but while it would be fun to visit a track as the career-player as a family-player or occult-player it would be a large lot with no real purpose or gameplay (outside of buying a ticket to see a show and that would be a splurge for EA))

If they added a Junkyard and the fixer-upper car from TS2 that would work with the CCAS that could also be a lucrative new business for the sims with rags-to-riches story possibility and Eco Living cross-pack play. I would love this pack more if it gave us consequences like accidents/broken legs, arms, etc to add cross-pack play with Get to Work but that's just too much like life for EA.

The last one is less of a feature and more of things we're able to do with Get Together and examples of possible interactions, preferences, milestones, and events that could be added as well, but overall a great start for a pack!

Now while I'm sold on something like this, I do think that cars are just so huge that even the ai-generated concept is too niche and features 2-4 could simply be a stuff pack or game pack at most and it's really the CCAS that's pushing it into EP level (as demonstrated by the horrific release of Horse Ranch). It also leaves out family-gameplay simmers and occult-simmers and excludes cars from any future updates once behind an EP for some odd reason only EA knows.

So easy solution, CARS WOULD BE A BASE GAME UPDATE*

~more on that later~

After loving the concept that ai gave me I went back and asked for features for occult and family players to see if it would give anything I wouldn't expect.

Mundane Family Life Features:

Family Carpool System: Introduce a new family carpool system that allows Sims to commute together to school, work, and other activities. Coordinate schedules, share rides, and bond with family members during the daily commute. Strengthen family relationships and save time on transportation logistics.

Car Maintenance and Repairs: Keep your Sims' vehicles in top condition with a new car maintenance and repair system. Schedule regular tune-ups, oil changes, and inspections to prevent breakdowns and maintain performance. Visit the local mechanic or learn to DIY with a new skill branch in mechanical expertise.

Road Trip Vacations: Embark on epic road trip vacations with the whole family! Plan scenic routes, pack essentials like snacks and games, and hit the open road in search of adventure. Explore new destinations, camp under the stars, and create lasting memories as your Sims bond on the ultimate family vacation.

Driving School and Licensing: Teach your teenage Sims the rules of the road with a new driving school feature. Enroll them in lessons, practice driving skills, and prepare for the driving test to earn their driver's license. Watch with pride as they gain independence and unlock new opportunities with their newfound freedom.

Occult Play Features:

Haunted Car Customization: Embrace the supernatural with haunted car customization options. Unlock eerie decals, ghostly paint jobs, and other spooky accessories to give your Sims' rides a paranormal twist. Explore haunted locations to discover rare materials and unlock exclusive customization options for your occult-themed vehicles.

Witch's Broomstick Integration: Harness the power of magic with a new integration feature for witches and warlocks. Customize broomsticks with enchanted enhancements, such as speed boosts, protective charms, and spellcasting abilities. Take to the skies and soar above the city streets on your trusty broomstick, bypassing traffic and reaching destinations in style.

Vampire Car Clubs: Sink your teeth into the nightlife scene with vampire car clubs. Join exclusive gatherings of vampire enthusiasts and show off your dark and mysterious rides. Compete in nocturnal races under the cover of darkness, using vampiric powers to gain an edge over your rivals. Navigate the underground world of vampire car culture and rise through the ranks to become the ultimate nocturnal racer.

Alien UFO Abductions: Encounter otherworldly experiences with alien UFO abductions. Watch as Sims are beamed up into flying saucers and taken on interstellar journeys across the cosmos. Explore alien planets, collect extraterrestrial artifacts, and uncover the secrets of the universe. Return home with newfound knowledge and experiences that are out of this world.

As expected. Most of the family features (1) would automatically (logically) be included in the base game update. Obviously driving around to get your infant to sleep or dropping your kids off at school shouldn't be locked behind DLC.

While I'd want this to just lean more into ways to commute, I could also see that being its own second update/dlc (introducing regular buses, skateboarding, and subway passes - similar it seems to how vitiligo is going to be a two part update)

Also (3) packing up the car (having its own inventory) and driving to a lot isn't much of a feature [and some of the things they listed would just be interactions on a computer] so again, another obvious inclusion.

The second and fourth features are the only ones that could be locked behind DLC and "Road to Racing" would be great for that, fleshing out the remaining lackluster parts of the pack and really drive home a $40 price.

Unfortunately occult players get the short end here, there isn't much to add outside of the haunted car decals and maybe a hearse as a vehicle [this could also be an additional style direction the pack could lean into] More integration with Realm of Magic could be nice but instead of a broom, a magic flying car spell instead? And as far as the vampire idea goes... no, bad ai. That's a terrible feature. Alien abductions though could be cool, but could also be apart of its own alien focused update/pack (we need one; I could also see befriending your spaceship and upgrading it to have a projection of a human or animal).

So those four features (outside of CCAS) would make a fuller EP: a new active career, a new hustle/business, car repair/maintenance, driving lessons, and a couple new events, traits, milestones, likes/dislikes with CAS and BB styles of retro/rockabiliy/gearhead/greaser and/or haunted/eerie/more goth/maybe whimsical and/or old money vibes AND OF COURSE this pack adds eight new cars (+ the hearse)

NEW DEATH: crushed by car (not as traumatic after already being able to fall off a mountain and get crushed by a vending machine)

IMO an EP should add something to every life stage in the game and this one is currently focused on Teen+, so:

Infants & Toddlers: new themed cribs, changing tables, toddler beds, and potties. New car toys. New car seat. [This would be a cute chance to add strollers back in... but this is EA]

Children: EA's hardest life stage to add stuff for. Maybe a car-themed cake recipe and bedroom set with that car rug. Gameplay wise: more play pretend interactions or a new school project of 'What I want to be when I grow up'. Not child-specific but that racing simulator game as an object could be fun for arcade builds. Maybe also similar to TS2 fixer car, a soapbox car for kids+ to put together and race maybe with the help of an adult.

Elders: While there's nothing keeping elders from doing everything in this pack, there actually should be. Elders should need to retake driving test to keep their license, hire a Driver [a new service] if they fail or just don’t want to drive, maybe add a new reward trait [Tough Metal] that allows them to continue working on cars [a very laborious and possibly deadly activity for regular elders].

NOTHING TO DO WITH CARS, JUST WHAT I WANT: for all my sims who hate to read, this is a great chance to add magazines and magazine subscriptions into the game that offer fun, skill boosts, and give random likes/dislikes based on the type you're reading. (EX. Lifestyle magazine: maybe a new favorite color. Cooking magazine: skill boost and/or dislikes cooking. Car magazine: maybe even a way to buy used cars similar to adoption)

MY OUT THERE ASK: A stretch for sure, but I'd also want a cars pack to come with motorcycles.

OH RIGHT, THE BASE GAME CAR UPDATE:

All lots would be updated to be navigable to and from [This is the first impediment to cars coming to the TS4. According to Reddit, I refuse to count them all, there's over 200+ lots and each one would have to be tweaked and tested for each car - QA team where?]

All cars (like 11-12 BG, and 8-10 this pack) would get updated models and be available for customizing in CCAS and I'm talking partnership with Max20 detail-level cars. [This the 2nd impediment to a cars coming to TS4 - imagine, replicating all the debug cars to be functional]

Car parking on home and commercial lots would have to be figured out - does it go in your inventory, is there a parking curb that needs to be placed down, an invisible marker added to worlds to park on the side of roads, off lot? [ideally, yes to all]

With the new break and enter from For Rent, will there be break ins to cars, theft, alarms?

CCAS can only be entered via clicking the car, once you get a car.

Reintroduce School Bus and Taxi [would be cool if all services also got their vehicles back but these two are more important].

Walking if lazy, high maintenance, snob could cause sore feet buff or irritation.

Car has an inventory (obvi)

Dropping off kids and driving around to soothe infants/toddlers. [Also throwing in a BG car seat for infants and toddlers to either be upgradeable via the car or a build-buy object]

Car Woohoo.

Sending my parent sims away on the car via rabbit hole vacation.

Befriending your car [literally does nothing, just funny]

Cars would give need gains or loss depending on state, can also give career or school boost.

Cars can get dirty and need a wash (child+)

Cars can be slept in.

Cars can be searched to find spare change or random items.

I like the nuance that Cars would also have their own needs bar similar to the cow barn and horses, that would show it needing gas

Friends can come by and ask for ride.

Car Keys obj that you get when you buy or register car that can be taken from you when drunk by bartender [if in public] or by friend [if public or private]

Cross-pack play/ideas: Eco Living [hybrid upgrade, flying car, industrial or eco footprint, find car parts] Discover Uni [pay to park on campus, also restrict car access on campus], Get Famous [car collection gives fame], For Rent [new rule to pay for having a car at RR], Seasons [car gets frosty in cold, dust off snow/leaves, can be used to warm up, trunk or treat], Cats and Dogs [used to transport to vet], My Wedding Stories ["just married" in simlish as a decal with bells on the back], Werewolves [that rampage is going to destroy this car], Realm of Magic [scruberoo spell might destroy car/car fire, magic flying car spell, repairio might break car as well or fill your tank], Dine Out [drive-in restaurant], High School Years [spirit week decals, driving lesson class credit or grade boost], Cottage Living [an option to go grocery shopping and come back with grocery bag], Horse Ranch [wild ask: carriage vehicle attachment to horses], Crystal Creations [Junkyard has metals and rare crystals], Vampires [coffin slots into the back of hearse], Paranormal [being in car on haunted lot debuffs fear, except when that car is a hearse], Get to Work [injuries/broken bones, better cops (only in a video game), and alien-sim player initiated alien-abduction)

Will add more if I can think of more, but yeah this would be my perfect Cars BGU to roll out before a Road to Racing EP… also partly why it’ll never happen because it’s massive.

*THE WORLD*

I completely forgot about this! TS4 worlds make me so angry because they're so boring and even more angry because the level of boring fluctuates. At least be consistent, and when was the last time we had harvestables in world or a new insect or even a new jungle gym?

Rant aside, every now and then I just look up fan-made concept worlds to see actual creativity and this reminded me I hadn't thought of a world for this made-up pack! I don't want to see another America based world for like 3-4 worlds down the line. A part of me thinks a Tokyo/Japan themed world, or Monaco/France, Cape Town/Africa, or Kerela/India

What I would like to see is a world emptier than Newcrest with the neighborhoods being vague-ideas like: city, villa, country, commercial to offer ideas to builders but not like all the set dressing we see in our last worlds. I want 14 (but it’s really like 16) lots: 5 lots with a river/beach that’s swimmable, 5 lots with a kids area and parking lot, and 4 lots with a Junkyard "interactive shell" or, in a perfect world, a Junkyard lot-type, and let’s not forget the NASCAR “studio” lot and/or Street Racing hidden lot. Also it should go without saying but lots of roads and maybe an empty/sparse car lot so teens can practice driving.

World name: ?

World interaction: two new metals, a gem, a flower, and a new harvestable. Might seem random but I'd like to see figs added and of course, fig inspired dishes. Figs attract wasps and that could be a new insect they introduce [with a new fear, buffs, consequences when stung]. For the metals and gem, they can go wild here. I don't care what they're called as they've always been inventive when it came down to the metals and gems already in game. Not only could it be used in car repair/fixer up or decoration/ornamentation but also would go great with the new Crystal Creations [as I expect them to continue adding more metals and gems now that they have a purpose] and any new flower!

(The flower led to a whole different spiral. Outside of being a florist and using flowers that way, I wish they'd do a Painting overhaul to either need to buy paints or create paints out of flowers, fruits, etc but maybe if we ever get proper clay/pottery/sculpting the overhaul could happen then as well)

*WORLD UPDATE*

At the same time, I'd love an update to the UI starter menu so that instead of a new game loading CAS it'll load the seasons selection first [if you have seasons] and then it'd take you to the world map, singular. I want all worlds connected on one map and then each new world would build upon or unlock/change the current map.... then from there you can select if you want to play a premade family or enter CAS.

[bewwy]

god forbid a gay man have fun without the internet PTA up in his inbox. ‘his viewers will start repeating homophobic rhetoric!!’ that’s awesome actually because it’s a great chance to educate straight people on how to be a good ally and/or reveals who are the hidden homophobes in the community so they can be kicked out. because people don’t *become* homophobic in the same way that video games don’t cause violence: it was always there and they were just looking for an excuse.

‘even though he is joking (and he has the right to do so) it is language that’s objectively hurtful to me and others, his pov is no longer safe!!’ tubbo is not the streamer for you guys, and that’s ok. there is no one way to traverse the queer experience and tone policing a gay man who is on his own journey is not progressive, it’s projection. like, the fact that he thinks this whole thing is ‘bait’, ie trivial and unserious, speaks volumes to his own experience with homophobia (hint: probably much worse lol). also: no streamer povs are ‘safe’. these are strangers playing games for entertainment, and for your own health you should learn to keep them at arms length rather than putting them on a pedestal of your own design and being upset when they fall off of it.

anyway. genuinely just set up a recurring donation/volunteer for your local queer charity/advocacy network and i promise it will be more productive than what you’re doing rn.

Good to know you are passionate about this topic! The issue isn't that he makes this jokes sometimes, it's all the time.

We can't watch fit, pac, foolish, philza, bagi, etoile, or any other cc when he is present, bcs he jokes about this there too. I know tubbo is young, and I never expect him to be perfect, that's why i drafted the email, it was just to express how it made some parts of the comunity fell, and how it was beeing treated.

And i love the qsmp, i love the lore, i love the message of love behind it, if you read the email you would see it wasn't telling him to stop, but to be aware that right now, the jokes are becoming and pushing forward a pattern of behaviour that is worrying, and many of his fans are making jokes that are normalizing the issue, his straight friends are also doing it, wich i find it off putting as well.

My country doesn't have a queer comunity or group i could donate to, it's not safe to do so. Queer people are beaten to death on the streets, and I don't want to be exposed to the harm if i did start one.

I'm just sad i have to hear this type of stuff where i once thought it was safe to be. I'm happy most of the viewers don't experience hate speech or tone death jokes like this regurlarly, I'm glad no one told you it would be best to drop gay people on an island so they would die off, or hearing your ma say the wish harm on your type of people.

Unfortunlly reality isn't kind, and seeing the qsmp that really pushed the queer dynamics at the start, now has this in it.

[amlao]

Day 292 of Being Single for the First Second Time in My Adult Life

I’ve compared every connection for so long.

With Logan, our early interactions felt sexy and dangerous. I was so drawn in, but there was arguing, there were red flags, and I was dodging feeling threatened and coerced. Everything felt so intense and memorable because my senses were heightened to scope out the darkness hidden between waves of his affection.

I met him in an era where I had so much pent-up aggression. I wanted to wage a war, and I waged one on everything plaguing our relationship.

I remember the sinking feeling of knowing he wasn’t over Alice, and instead of recognizing it as the red flag it was, it energized me to make me want to prove my love and devotion to him.

I was IN LOVE and I wanted to FIGHT and I wanted to MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER even if it KILLED ME.

But there is no comparison here.

It’s as passionate as it is effortless, and it is both objectively easier and objectively more passionate.

There’s no threat, there’s no power struggle. There are no demands for me to prove I want to be with him. There doesn’t have to be. He reads between the lines of me being guarded and I can tell that he knows I adore him.

Shawn says things to me, and he doesn’t even know me well enough yet to understand how insanely perfect they are.

He’s confident, he’s self-assured, he’s transparent and peaceful and patient.

He knows he’s attractive and desirable, but makes it abundantly clear that what he feels for me is unrivaled. What a breath of fresh air from someone with severe body image issues whose need for external validation is an endless sucking chest wound.

He is SO quick and witty without a inkling of condensation.

The chemistry is palpable without a semblance of toxicity.

Having someone who is such a good communicator instantly puts me in a mode to strive to be better. Playing mind games isn’t an option when someone is so clear and deliberate about their wants, needs, and intentions.

Every moment with him makes me look back at previous relationships with men and feel appalled that I ever entertained anything less.

It almost feels silly to me that I placed so much overwhelming significance on someone, just because they kind of got me and we had decent chemistry when the relationship wasn’t explosively toxic. Like…that was the bar for four years of longing?

The last time I looked back at the chat, I saw my younger self try to communicate with Logan that I didn’t like jokes about him not loving me as much as I love him, and he responded with, ‘I guess I just shouldn’t joke with you at all. You’ve made me feel like a horrible person.’ And like, LOL what a classic idiot man move. If a guy ever attempted to come at me with that energy with me now, I’d tell him to take a fucking hike.

“You will find a love that dwarfs this love and you will be so happy that you chose Later You,”

I’ve been telling myself this for so long, but I finally believe it now.

[ophiuchus-interactive]

While I agree with you I just gotta say.. it isn’t actually gonna be free, just because we get to play the demo freely (a peak to buyers of how the final product is gonna be) doesn’t meant you are not going to charge for the whole game and books in your case.

Not only the interactive fiction give their player a bit of the content free and if you search for those game, they usual in the category “pay to play”.

Yes it is your game and you can call it whatever you want but don’t fucking lie and say is free when you are going to charge money for all the book when is finished and when you haven’t even finished the demo part which also is expected to be free.

Sorry I just have seen others authors before say this and I found it completely ironic considering how sometimes authors also make ko-fis and patreons just so we can support them while writing their free demo.

(Please use the "discourse" tag to hide any and all discourse you don't wish to see! Thank you!)

I've answered a question like this once before, and I will only answer it one more time. Considering your lack of understanding as to what you can and cannot do with demos, patreons, and CSS, I will now disabuse you of any and all misconceptions. I hope your crow pie tastes good.

One: This entire IF will be uploaded into a demo for free. This includes the book and whatever extra content I feel like making in my spare time. You technically cannot make any money with CSS while the demo is in the works. It says so in the licensing upon downloading the tool. While you see many, many people start patreons for their demo, they technically can't.

This isn't to say I agree with this policy one way or another. I don't. I think it's a stupid rule. But from experience, personally, it's best to let sleeping dogs lie, and not stick my feet into something that could end up being something akin to a cease and desist or a lawsuit.

This is why so many IF authors are moving to Twine. You can publish demos and the like on itch.io and have the option to charge people whatever you like, as well as run patreons specifically for their IF they're developing.

I don't like Twine. I'm not going to waste my time learning to code on Twine, either.

Two: I don't know if this final product is going to be sent to Choice of Games and be approved for publishing. It most likely will not be. That is the only way I can make money off of this with CSS. I didn't come into writing IFs to get money; as I've stated many, many times before, I've written WWYFFs and CYOAs since I was about twelve years old, and none of what I've ever produced on the internet was ever hidden behind a paywall of some kind. Despite my love and passion for writing and creating, these aren't viable forms of income or jobs.

I cannot make this my job. I would lose interest in it pretty quickly if I were to try and make it one. I don't want that. This is a hobby, it has always been a hobby, and it will continue to be one.

Three: Ko-fis are completely donation based. I have a ko-fi if someone cares enough to throw a dollar my way for writing. I don't promote it out the ass, I don't have ANY content hidden behind a paywall there, and chances are with me preparing to go to law school and working a new job, I'm not going to have the time to write the IF, run this blog, and create content exclusive to any paywall.

Someone wants to pay five dollars to write a five page fic featuring a character they like, personalized and everything? Cool- welcome to the real world, where people decide as to whether or not the product or service they pay for is worth the money they will purchase it with. This principle is no different to the IF authors brave enough out there to have patreons while their demo is still in the works. If people believe their content is worth the price, they will pay for it. This is between the consumer and the provider, not me or you or any other Tom, Dick, or Harry who objects to it. It is what it is.

This will be the last time I will be answering any asks from you if it pertains to any discourse you feel is necessary to throw my way. I am not a drama blog, this is a development blog for a story that I want to write, and have fun while doing it. You can take your complaints and either swallow them and continue to enjoy every single piece of free content I've ever published on this blog and elsewhere, or you can leave. It's truly as simple as that.

Pestering me with pointless arguments and pretending that you have a dog in the fight when it is clear you have an astounding lack of knowledge as to how I will write my demo is truly nothing other than a bloody annoyance and a waste of both our times.

This is my story, this is my time that I am putting into creating content for people to enjoy, and I will not have ANYONE try to complain or bemoan their way into changing what I am writing. This doesn't just go for you. This is for every single person out there who thinks they can tell ME or any other goddamn author what they can and cannot write.

Go find someone else to annoy with your inane arguments and problems. Send anymore and you will be blocked. Period.

Thank you.

[gerbithats]

A long sims 4 rant

Starting this I can already predict it’s gonna be a big one so if you stick with me, thank you and I’ll try and add pictures to make things feel easier 😆

I was thinking about it and I mean really thinking about these community surveys we’ve been getting and how they speak volumes on the way the game is handled but also also how we position ourselves as a community. I noticed alot more game changers are starting to get pretty vocal about their thoughts since the first community survey came out and that’s refreshing to say the least, but it shows a pattern that we all present: give us what is missing no matter how. We want beaches. We want cars. We want more stairs. We want bunkbeds. Etc.

So these things are probably somehow rushed into production to please the community and then, when we finally get it, it’s like we finally realize that what this game truly lacks is gameplay and not more items.

I invite you to come and think about the packs and the stuff we got throughout these 6 years with me.

🏢 Chapter 1: The apartment issue 

Yes we got apartment buildings with city living, but sometimes it doesn’t even feel like it’s a game feature because it’s L I T E R A L L Y related to living in a city, so it’s not a real feature. We have no possible way to play with apartments and condos outside of san myshuno because for the first time ever we can’t build or own apartments. This was such a missed opportunity of giving us new lot treatments like condos and even rentable properties. I mean, just think about how those 2 features could allow so much new gameplay and stories with it (I can literally imagine being a landlord, having to go fix renters stuff in my their places and doing social events as condo meetings).

The neighbors in that type of lot could also help solve somehow what so many people mention as “boring lot gameplay”. Let’s be real. hardly something ever happens with so little npcs and only the walk by sims (You have to literally run after them to make things happen sometimes and it shouldn’t be like that). But if sims were to live in the same condo or building as yours, sharing common living spaces that’s a whole other thing. Which brings me to the fact that even in the city, where apartments exist, there’s no common area other than the halls. Imagine if we could build laundries, rooftops, basements, patios with pools and all that sort of stuff.

That sort of detaling and really getting deep into the pack’s features is even show in elevators: we can’t use them ourselves (for building) and they’re not even animated, your sim is just teleported (even the modded ones have animations and that’s just awkward).

🌊 Chapter 2: Swimming in shallow waters

“We want a beach”, we said. So they gave us a beach, and a beach only. I’ve never seen so many people call a pack “shallow” as I’ve seen it happen to Island Living and tbh I do agree with them ‘cause... there’s really not much to do in this pack. For the first time ever swimming was restricted to this pack which is already a big let down by itself, but then features like deep diving were added for no reason and of course, as a rabbit whole, not actually contributing with much to do. So how could it be better?

My answer is pretty obvious: resorts. It is a livable world, but that don’t mean your sims can’t take a vacation from work and just stay there if that’s the gameplay you want to go with and resorts match perfectly with that, not to mention it would have great integration with packs like spa day. It also means a new lot type and lot system, that wouldn’t be much new if the city living building condos and sublocating them as I mentioned would’ve already been implemented, but now with the feature of renting it yourself too. Resorts could also have their own event schedules, integrated with the seasons calendar: cava parties every wednesday, yoga lessons on thursdays, etc. And the best thing would be: if you own one, you can make your own events and traditions. imagine just how fun that would be. A feature like this would also mean it’s already done for other packs coming later on, maybe a colder destination where you can ski and build iglus or even another cultural based pack like jungle adventure.

Other obvious resolution would be better mermaids. Make it harder to become one, being only able to get the kelp from a mermaid themselves. Make it less anticlimactic, having an animation of them turning before they just walk in water with a tail all of the sudden, maybe just some scales in their legs. Give them more unique features and powers like vampires and spellcasters have, such as easily persuading people (sort of like the mind control feature aliens have) and maybe even a secret lot, like a grotto where all the mermaids are. Give them curses with the points system to go with it, some mermaids are actually sirens amirite

🥶 Chapter 3: Seasons change, gameplay stays the same

Activities truly based on the season that are specific to that moment create urgency and different moments. Something I can think of is integrating a pack we already have: spooky stuff. It does feel lackluster ‘cause it’s missing opportunities, but imagine going trick or treating but actually going, loading different houses and gathering it while a meter like the active jobs one guided you. Forming groups with friends to do it or maybe for tpeing trees and bushes if you’re on the rebel teen side and destroying their porch jack’o lanterns. It could even be randomly generated, like the game would send you to 3 different houses to do it (that would bring lots of replayability value ‘cause you could end up in houses with neighbors that love you and will give you candy no problem, but maybe also neighbors with family feuds that won’t answer their door or make it harder for you to accomplish the event objectives), maybe one of those could even be a abandoned one that’s haunted or something like that.

The implementing of a better wants and fears system is very essential for this pack. Yes your sims get overheated and a popup message tells you they need some water or lighter clothes, but it’d be so good if they’d actually want to go to the beach, swim in the ocean, take a vacation from work and go to a resort. Heatwaves that would make your sim act weird, not strangerville level of weird, but maybe not obeying your commands.

Blizzards so strong that work and school would get canceled and you actually don’t have the option to leave your home lot anymore until it passes would not only add a different element to the gameplay, but also add value to the weather controler machine.

🥺 Final chapter: The general “more stuff to do” and “more things happening” factor

The game offers all these beautiful secret worlds and yet when you finally get to them there’s not much to do other than searching for rocks and frogs and doing some fishing. I miss going to a community lot hidden somewhere and finding an eremite, goddamn bigfoot, some crazy npc or even just an actual community lot with something to do and people doing stuff in it. Unique community lots would also be a way to make towns more lively and captivating like they did so well with realm of magic and the casters alley section of the world. Maybe forgotten hollow has this abandoned haunted house where people claim they’ve seen the grim reaper walking around. Maybe sixam has a alien station where they clone human sims. Maybe sulani has this beautiful sunken ship beach where a club of people that dress up as pirated meet. Maybe Del Sol Valley has a movie theater where you can watch premieres. Maybe Oasis Springs mine hides actual gold that you can collect and get rich outta nowhere. That kind of stuff.

I can’t stress this enough, but NPCs are so important to shake things up. It was so good to have a pack like realm of magic where the we would have to go to the three sages in order to progress. Having unique sims like this or npcs that change the way your story is going like burglars, firefighters, cops, social bunny, bonehilda and even a fortune teller is so important to keep things impredictable and interesting.

Age groups really need more specific restricted gameplay for better feel of progression. Many people say sims 4 is a young adult simulator and well... there’s not much to show that differs from that. Toddlers are as interesting as hamsters, locked in an object waiting for you to feed, clean and give them attention. Teens really should feel more like a transiction period, and the wants and fears system would really help out with that. I miss being able to participate in more elements that would mark a sims life even if they’re cheesy as heck, like having a prom, graduating, having a midlife crises.

In conclusion

First of all: if you got to this point thank you and I’d really wanna know what you think about all of this.

Some people may find even ridiculous for someone to go about a rant this big on a game and to that I have to say I agree lol I can’t help it tho, honestly, the sims has always been the game I’m most passionate about and it helped me express myself and my creativity so much since I was a kid. I really do care about this game and this franchise.

The point I want to make with this is: perhaps we shouldn’t ask for more and more different stuff, but actually put some effort into showing things we already like in the game and how they can be improved to make it more interesting. At the end of the day I still want spiral staircases, ladders, paintable ceiling, werewolves and all that but does it really matter if they get added to the game following the same patterns as the things pointed in here? Also we really are getting to a point where only a few things are missing as far as cas/build/buy go and I believe it’s time for us, as a community, to give gameplay as much importance as all these things we wanted so bad that got implemented. I probaby forgot to say something here and I didn’t even mention the infamous hamster pack, but anyway, I hope the point got across.

I try really hard to believe that the gurus are here for us and that most of all we, as a community, have a very strong voice, all we need to do is make it clearer and stronger about the things we really wish for this game.

[aliaslua]

Are they?

Leonardo x Reader

Summary: The family it’s starting to question the strange behavior between you and Leo. Michelangelo has a plan to figure everything out.

Category: Fluff

WARNINGS: None c:

A/N: Thank you once again to the kind nonnie that waited patiently for this! <3 Thank you for the ask, this was really fun to write <3

“What’s wrong with her?” Raph asked impatient after you left suddenly for the third time that week. 

Michelangelo raised his shoulders confused as well. Something was wrong and they all knew it and if nothing was wrong then something was... changed. 

You were always a bit shy, more quiet then loud and very discreet, reserved, but recently your restrainment had shifted into dissipation. It had been a while, maybe three weeks or so, that your visits to the lair started to become more and more scarce and when you came, you spent most of your time quietly blushing while staring at the ground, more than that - all of them realized how giggly you were, and in some days it looked like you were… shining. 

“You're kidding, right?” Donatello raised his brows to the brothers. “You have no idea what's happening?”

“Uuuugh… No.” Mikey said. 

“She’s seeing someone.”

“WHAT” Raph gagged “As in… dating?”

“Why are you whispering? Yes… I think she’s dating someone. Well, she’s certainly spending most of her free time with somebody else and this giggly, shy, nervous behavior it’s exactly how April acted as she was starting to date Casey.”

A brief silence established between then while the idea sinked in. You? Seeing someone? Well, deep down, they all knew that day was coming, you were beautiful, captivating, patient, cheerful… If asked, all three of them would say that anyone would be lucky to have you but the turtles absolutely weren’t ready to deal with all the feelings of having to share you with someone else. What if they weren’t good enough for you? What if they had bad intentions? What if they break your heart? Raphael was deftly ready to kill the next person that made you cry, no questions asked. 

“Hm…” Mikey said suddenly, “...funny you say that.”

“Hm?” Raph looked at him, pulled away from his plains to kill your hypothetical lover

“Well… April only acted like that when Casey was around… But Y/N is like that when she’s HERE… Which means…” He looked at his two brothers gathered around that kitchen table “ONE OF YOU IS A CASEY”

“What?” Raphael couldn’t hide the disdain in his eyes “Whata hell you’re talking about.”

“Well why would she act strange around us if it weren’t one of us, the object of her interest” He said, putting an emphasis in his last far-fetched words. 

That was one of those rare moments when Mikey actually had a point. And a good one. Suddenly, they stared at each other trying to figure out which one of them was your secret lover, the tension started to build as they tried to unveil the truth in silence. 

“IT ISN’T ME.” Mikey yelled

“Stop screaming!” Donnie ordered “It’s not me either.”

“DON’T EVEN LOOK AT ME!” Raph also yelled, ignoring his brothers request “Y/N IS FAMILY TO ME”

“Why are we yelling at each other!?” Donnie sighed, frustrated “This doesn’t make any sense anyway. We have no evidence she’s even dating anyone, even less one of us-”

“Hey guys I am going on patrol…” Leonardo suddenly appeared in the kitchen, sneaking behind everybody else, “Nothing serious it’s just some burglar and… Well, I’ll be back in like an hour or so.”

“It’s day time.” Mikey commented.

“Oh… Uh… Yeah…” Leo gasped briefly “B-but it’s super simple and I feel like going out and… Well I’ll be super careful. See you at dinner, I'll bring pizza.”

He left so quickly none of his brothers had the chance to add anything. The silence that rose in that room was enough to explain anything. 

“You’ve gotta be kiddin me.” Raph couldn’t even hide his jealousy.

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You giggled while he held your waist. Hidden on a rooftop far away from civilization and his brothers, you shared a picnic.

“No, Leo!” You laughed again as he got closer and closer, offering that strange delicacy he held with a hashi “It doesn't even look like real food” you added.

The smile on his face was enough to melt everything inside you, “Come on Y/N… It’s so good I swear you gonna like it…” 

You tried to contain your smile but you couldn’t, “Close your eyes.” He ordered, so you did but what came in contact with your mouth wasn’t that strange looking japanese delicacy, but his soft, silky lips. You sighed holding his face closer while deepening the kiss. He was perfect, everything was perfect. He pulled you closer, ceasing any space that was left between you, his body so warm and strong making you feel the heat build between your legs as your tongues danced together in a ritmic fight, the air around you getting ticker. An unwelcoming sound started playing next to you, he broke the kiss breathing hard, grabbed his phone and read the message, giving you a few seconds to recover yourself, recently things were getting serious and you been thinking if you would finally- 

“Y/N…” He said, after responding to the mysterious message (not really… You knew it was one of his brothers and you knew he never ignored them, his dedication to his family was one of the things you loved the most about him) “You know… huh… Everybody is heading to April’s right now…” Was he blushing? “Do you want to… get back at the lair?”

The redness in your face explained well enough how you felt about it. 

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You were almost there, walking mindlessly through the sewers. Arms crossed with his, the stroll was slow but you both were anticipating the outcome of that night. It was, after all, your first time all alone at his place. 

“Leo… I was thinking that maybe… We should tell everyone.” You said, finally, trying to end your own anxiety with a distracting subject.

“I know…” He said, opening the Lair’s gate with his digital “I was thinking the same…” He looked at you, lightly holding your face “I love you, Y/N… And I want you to be a part of my life… Of my family.” 

You felt your heart melt and your stomach froze at his declaration. To be a part of his family, his life… That was everything you wanted too. You jumped at him, grabbing his shoulders in a passionate kiss. 

“I love you, Leonardo.” You said, with your eyes slightly watered. 

“Good,” A third voice added, coming from inside the Lair, now with it’s gate opened, you were exposed to a not-so-empty house “Did you bring the Pizza?” Mikey asked, a mischievous smile in his face. 

“I thought you were…” Leo started, his face completely red

“At April’s, you said? Hmm… I thought you were single.” He chuckled, sitting at the couch and turning the video game on “I knew you were a Casey.”

[self-loving-vampire]

Ultima VII: The Black Gate (1992)

Ultima 7 was pretty much my introduction to RPGs, and I could not have asked for a better pair of games to ignite a lifelong passion into that genre. There is a real reason why this is still considered one of the best RPGs ever made.

While Ultima 7 is often discussed as a singular entity, it is actually two separate full-length games with one expansion each. For this post I will focus on the first one, Ultima VII: The Black Gate, as well as its expansion: Forge of Virtue.

I recommend playing the game using Exult, which adds some quality of life features (such as a feeding hotkey and a “use all keys” hotkey) as well as the option to use higher quality audio packs, implement bug fixes, and change the font into something easier on the eyes.

Summary

The protagonist of the Ultima series is “the Avatar”, a blank slate isekai protagonist from our world who has previously travelled to the world of Britannia several times and saved it from many threats, also becoming the shining paragon of the virtues meant to guide its people.

In this game, you once again cross the portal to Britannia to save it from a new and mysterious extradimensional threat. As soon as you arrive, you immediately discover two things:

1- A violent ritualistic murder has just taken place.

2- There is suspicious new organization called “The Fellowship” gaining adherents throughout the land.

It is up to you to investigate these developments.

Freedom

In terms of freedom, the Black Gate has plenty overall but there are areas where it is not quite there.

Once you can manage to get the password to get out of the locked-down town of Trinsic you are free to go nearly anywhere in the game right away and have multiple means of transportation to accomplish this, such as moongates or ships.

And there are some very real rewards to exploring like this as well, such as various treasure caches and other interesting findings. 

The world is actually very small by modern standards, especially when settlements occupy so much of it, but both the towns and the wilderness areas are dense with content.

Notably, the game also allows you to perform various activities. From stealing to making a honest living by baking bread (which is something you can do thanks to how interactive the environment is) or gathering eggs at a farm.

Where it falls short is in terms of having multiple possible solutions for quests. Generally there is only one correct option for how to complete them.

That said, there is a bad ending you might be able to find in addition to the canonical good ending.

Character Creation/Customization

This is one of the big minuses of the game. While you can select your name and gender (and with Exult also have a wider selection of portraits) that is about it for character creation.

All characters will start with the same stats and there are no character classes. You can develop your stats through training and specialize through your choice of equipment, but by the end of the Forge of Virtue expansion you will have maxed stats and the best weapon in the game (a sword) regardless, and you will definitely need to cast a few spells to progress the main quest as well.

This can make every playthrough feel much like the last, as there isn’t that much of a way to vary how your character develops or what abilities they’ll end up having. You will always be a master of absolutely everything in the end unless you go out of your way to avoid doing the Forge of Virtue expansion.

Story/Setting

While the game is a bit too obvious and heavy-handed about its villains, there are still many interesting storylines in the game that deal with mature subjects that remain relevant today, such as cults, drug abuse, workplace exploitation, and xenophobia.

However, the setting as a whole is greater than any individual storyline taking place within. With the exception of most guards and bandits, every single NPC in the game is an individual with a name, schedule, living space, and defined personality. This was not the norm in 1992 and even today there’s not many games that really implement this well. The world is also very detailed in terms of things like the services available to you, the general interactivity of the game world, and the sheer amount of things that populate every corner of it.

The initial murder is not only a strong hook for investigation but also a shocking scene in its own right. The Guardian also proves to have a significant presence as a villain, using a mental link to remotely taunt you based on the context of what is happening. For example, if your companions die he may offer you some exaggerated, mocking pity.

Immersion

There is something very interesting and comfortable about just watching the various inhabitants of a town just go about their daily lives. They work during the day, eat at certain times (either at home or at one of the many taverns in the land), and sleep at night. They don’t just strangely repeat one single action during the day either, they may do things like open windows when the weather is nice or turn candles and streetlamps on at night.

In terms of immersion, Ultima 7 is my primary example of a game that does an excellent job of it even if there’s some weirdness going on with the setting. Even after having played so many more games throughout my life, only a few are on the same level as either part of Ultima 7 when it comes to immersion.

Gameplay

There are three broad aspects to the gameplay here that I want to discuss.

The first is combat. It is actually simple enough that you can call it almost entirely automatic. You simply enable combat mode by pressing C and your party will automatically go and fight nearby hostile enemies based on whatever combat orders you have selected for them (by default, attacking the closest enemy).

This is certainly better than having an outright bad or annoying combat system as the whole process is simple and painless, but I still wish there was more depth to it. Your stats, and especially your equipment, still play a role but other than things like pausing to use items or cast spells the whole process is very uninvolved.

I kind of wish there was more depth to it, but at least the other two areas of the gameplay are reasonably good.

The next aspect of gameplay is dialogue, which uses dialogue trees for the first time in the series. Previously, it required typing in keywords, which are retained but as dialogue options you can just click on rather than remember and type.

While the keywords are not really written as natural language most of the time (requiring some imagination to determine the specifics of your dialogue), the system is very easy to use regardless. It definitely lacks depth compared to something like Fallout: New Vegas, but so do most games.

The third and most notable thing is the way you interact with the world in general. It is both extremely simple and very immersive at the same time.

Ultima 7 is a game that can be played entirely with the mouse (though keyboard hotkeys make everything much more comfortable). You can right click a space to walk there, you can left click something to identify what it is, and you can use double left click to interact.

For example, double left click over an NPC to talk to them (or attack them, if combat mode is enabled), double left click a door to open it, double left click a loaf of bread to feed it to someone, and so on.

But there is more. By holding your click over an item and dragging it, you can move it. This has various applications beyond just being how you pick things up and add them to your inventory. For example, sometimes objects may be hidden beneath other objects, or objects may need to be placed in a specific location.

There are some downsides to this system. Particularly, the issue that keeping your inventory organized can be time-consuming when it has to be done by manually dragging objects around, and this can also make looting relatively slow.

Despite this, I think this kind of interaction system has a lot of potential. It just has some clunky aspects to be ironed out.

Aesthetics

Ultima 7 was very good-looking for its time, and although modern players will not be very impressed by how it looks or sounds, it still remains easily legible in a way that some other old games are not. That, and the ability to identify anything with just a left click, makes this a very easy game to make out at the very least.

Some of the music of this game is very distinctive too, and will likely stay with you after a full playthrough.

In terms of style, the Black Gate does have a bit of an identity while still having a very familiar medieval fantasy setting with things like trolls, animated skeletons, dragons, and liches. While there are aspects that help the setting distinguish itself a bit, they are relatively subtle.

If I had to describe the feeling of playing this, I’d call it “open and laid back”. While the main quest deals with a looming threat to the entire world, the game does not follow this overly closely at first, letting you deal with it at your own pace and without having your exploration options limited by the story.

In fact, when I was young I often just ignored that and went to live in a creepy ruin in the swamp.

(Don’t expect many pictures in these reviews, but have one of my “childhood home.”)

I’d say that Ultima 7′s second part (Serpent Isle) has a much stronger and also darker and more isolating atmosphere overall and that has a lot of appeal to me in particular, but the Black Gate is definitely more open and less linear, and I also appreciate that.

Accessibility

It pleases me to say that Ultima 7 remains extremely easy to pick up and play. Even setting up Exult is not complicated in the least.

The gameplay is intuitive and simple, the UI is minimal, stats are basic (and not even that important), and the combat is automatic. I expect that this is not only the easiest point of entry into the Ultima series as a whole but also likely even easier to get into than many modern RPGs!

It does have some aspects that may be a bit clunky, like all the inventory-related dragging, but it’s definitely not obscure or complicated even to someone who has not read the manual (though I’d still recommend doing that). I literally played this game as a tiny child who could barely read or understand English and still got really into it.

The one thing I’d like to point out is that the game uses a type of copy protection where at a couple of story points (including an extremely early one to leave the first town) you will be asked some questions that require using the manual and external map to answer. You can just google the answers for these.

Conclusion

As I write more of these reviews there will be many games that are interesting, but deeply flawed. Games that are worth trying out but maybe not finishing, as well as games that had interesting ideas but that I can’t entirely recommend due to serious problems that will easily put people off.

But I do not think the Black Gate is such a game. I can easily recommend it with no qualifiers despite the fact that it is almost 30 years old. This is really a game that all RPG fans should at the very least try for a few hours, and not only for its historical significance. It is genuinely a good game worthy of its praise.

I will review its sequel, Ultima VII Part 2: Serpent Isle, next.

[ahsxual]

My Personal Teddy Bear

Pairing: Phoenix!Joker x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: "Heyyy !! Love your writing ! :D If it's okay for you, can you please write a headcanon with Joker 2019 and a very romantic reader who loves fluffy things ? Thank you !! <3"

Word Count: 1,9k

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this my dear @arthurjokersgirl!! I'm really happy to know that you like my writing 🥺🥺 It means so much to me!! And I'm so sorry for taking so long, but I had a few problems in writing this fic (tumblr didn't save it, so I had to write it all over again). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic I made for you <33

(I don't own this image!!! If you own it, please message me and I'll give you the deserved credits)

When you and Arthur met, both of you were surprised by the amount of things that you had in common.

You two are so kind, so good-hearted, so romantic and dedicated to your partner and everything you do... and if there's something that manages to put a cute and melting smile on your faces, is when you receive, especially when it’s from one another, fluffy objects, such as teddy bears, flowers, romantic CD's, love letters... anything that involves and expresses the love you have for each other.

Whenever you idealized a relationship or whenever someone asked you to describe the "perfect man", the answer was always the same: a romantic, caring, generous and cute guy who would do anything for his girlfriend, promising to love her for all eternity.

Once other people heard your answer, they would say you were just being childish, that those types of guys weren't real and that you had to live in the real world, not some kind of princess movie, waiting for your prince to rescue and fulfill your heart with all the love he could muster... what they didn't know, was that your prince was destined to meet you the moment you were welcomed into this world.

You couldn't imagine being with anybody else: ever since you shared your first words with Arthur, you knew deep inside that he was the one for you, the love of your life, your charming prince... and as if he hasn’t told you yet, he felt exactly the same, you were his one and only that he had been waiting for so long all his lonely life.

Your chemistry was unique: you were so in love, so committed to your relationship, that you were sure that you would spend the rest of your lifes with each other. Death wasn’t able to break your chain, it was stronger that anything else in the universe. Once you had finally perished, you would marry each other as many times as you needed, twice, thrice, billions of times if it were needed. 

Arthur sees you as a sweet, gorgeous flower, being utterly different from the others by its unique beauty. He doesn’t have eyes for any other flower: you're the only one he has eyes for and feels pure love for: he even compared himself to the Little Prince, and you were the only flower in his world, yet perfect and outstanding.

He loved the fact that you were as romantic as him, because that made him feel more secure and sure of yourself. Even the little things would put your eyes in tears and make your smile grow until your red cheeks started to hurt because of his sweet gestures.

Your favorite hobbie is, after getting from a tired and exhausted day of work, laying in each other's arms on the spacious sofa while watching romantic movies or comedies to brighten your mood, covered in blankets while sharing a cup of hot tea because of the frosty cold winter.

You loved everything about Arthur and your relationship with him: it was all about trust, support, love, dedication, comprehension and understanding. He was your best friend, and you were his.

Every month he would save some extra money to buy you a present, sometimes even starving himself for days just to have enough money to buy you the most expensive gift he could afford. But of course that once you knew about this you immediately stopped him, not admitting him to do such silliness no matter how good his intentions were.

But what he didn't know, was that you were willing to play the same game: without him realizing it, you saved some cash every month as well (without starving yourself, of course), to buy tickets for a romantic movie that would debut in the cinemas.

You were so happy about it, to finally give Arthur what he deserves and to take him where he has always wanted to go since he was a little kid. But this time, he would see a romantic movie with you, giving you both an opportunity to have a decent date for you to enjoy.

You couldn't wait to see your lover's face once he knows he'd go to cinema for the very first time with the love of his life, with his one and only... with you.

On the other hand, Arthur was thinking exactly the same thing, since he had been saving some cash to give you a surprise, imagining your reaction after he had offered his gift that would mark and change your lives forever, while increasing your pure love even more, if that was even possible.

One day you went to grab your hidden piggy bank with more money to save, only to count it right after. Once you had counted it and saw that you had enough, you instantly jumped and giggled from the sheer happiness around your shared room. You made so much noise, that even Arthur who was in the living room, knocked gently on the door to make sure you were fine.

Today was the day where you finally could show your gift to him: you told him that he needed to hurry up and dress something nice, because you were going to an amazing place. He wanted to know what your plans were so bad, but he knew it was useless since you wouldn't tell him until you had arrived to the "misterious place".

Once you had arrived and had gotten out safely from the bus, you told your boyfriend to close his gorgeous ocean eyes.

"You can open them now, love." you gently said with the two tickets held in your hand, while being right in front of the cinema so he could understand your intentions.

He was immediatly dumb-founded as soon as he understood what you meant. "Y-you... you want me to go to the cinema with... with you?" his eyes started to become moist with each second that passed, and you only had time to embrace him in your eyes while assuring him that this was real, that this was really happening.

"It's ok love, it's good to let our emotions out when we need to. I'm right here if you need anything. We will have so much fun! And you know that we deserve this, it will be good for us and our relationship, right?" you look into his eyes and could see that a few tears managed to slide down from his red and cold cheeks. He was definitely crying, but from happiness, something that he never thought was possible: he could only relate tears to sadness, however you managed to prove him that the opposite was possible as well. That's what he loved about you: even having been through a lot and felt so many things from his entire life, he would always learn something new about you, him and others from you.

"I can't even thank you enough for all you have done for me, honey... If I could only retribute half that you have done for me... I would be the happiest man for seeing his future wife happy as well." you were smiling from ear to ear, but once he said the words that you always dreamed to hear from him, "future wife", you had to hold your tears back from falling down your now stunned face.

You were too distracted, or should I say too concentrated on your lover, that you didn't realize that the movie was about to start.

Once you entered the cinema room, both of you were amazed by the view: the red seats were all over the place and were very organized; the movie screen was giant, the perfect size to enjoy your movie; the background was simple, yet exquisite, giving you a sudden feeling of luxury, however you didn't care that much if you were honest. As long as you were by Arthur's side, that's all that matters, because your love is the most luxurious thing in this world.

That night was the one you've always dreamed of: you stayed close to each other while grabbing your hands firmly, yet gently, like you were terrified of someone taking the other away from yourselves; the movie contained a lot of romance, which illuminated your hearts more than the brightest stars. You could even relate yourselves to the lovely couple on the screen, which made you both smile the entire time, changing glances with each other with the most passionate stare. This made Arthur think about what he had planned for you for a long time, more specifically from the moment you shared your first kiss, because since then, he instantly knew you were the one.

It made him feel a little bit, not to say extremely, nervous as well, and when the movie ended, you thought it was necessary to ask if he was ok or if he just didn't like the movie.

"N-no! Of course I liked the movie, I actually loved it. I couldn't imagine any other date more perfect than the one you planned for us... thank you once again, it means so, so much to me, sweetheart..." he admitted, making you feel more relaxed. However, he seemed like he was hiding something else, like he had something on his mind that he couldn't let out. But then he smiled at you while grabbing your hand softly, and from that moment you knew that he was about to tell you what was stuck on his mind since he left home.

You walked out of the cinema and went outside, where you instantly felt your body shivering from the cold of the late night of Gotham... but your boyfriend made sure to warm and melt your heart in an instant.

You saw Arthur overthinking and trembling a little, and when you were about to ask him if he was cold too and wanted you to warm him up, he kneeled on the rigid ground and took a small box of your favorite color from his back pocket.

You had an idea of what was coming, yet you couldn't believe that that was what was really going to happen.

"My sweet precious, kind, and beautiful love, would you... would you l-like to ah.. m-marry me...?" his eyes seemed like they belonged to a baby puppy that was asking for affection or his favorite treat, but in this case he was asking you for being his wife... Is this a dream??

You immediately felt your eyes burning and becoming wet by the few rebellious tears that managed to escape from your lovely stare. Your hands were now in front of your gaping mouth, and you couldn't feel cold anymore. The only thing you felt in that moment, was an enormous wave of warm love that you couldn't help, but you let yourself drown.

It was at this moment that all your insecurities and fears that were related to your mutual love, were permanently defeated. Now you knew there was nothing nor anyone that would tear you apart... and you had so many goals yet to achieve as a couple.

[thenakedgingerwrites]

My Personal Trainer

I met Nick five months ago when he became my personal trainer. I joined the gym in the summer to finally work my body towards my personal goals. I had been skinny all my life and knew that if I wanted to change it I would have to get serious. Five months of 3-5 workouts a week and heavy carb/protein loading I was pushing towards my goal. I was up 20 pounds of muscle and my progress pics were really showing obvious changes. I of course had taken photos every step of the way, but hadn't really shared them with anyone until recently. Nick and I had our weekly Monday appointment scheduled. Today was chest day for me and he pushed me hard through it. I was actually pretty lucky getting Nick as my trainer. He was attractive but not instantly my type. It was easier to get a solid workout in if I wasn't drooling over my trainer the entire time. Nick was probably 5'11. He had a lot of muscle but was rounded since bulking season had set in. His arms were massive, chest was broad, and butt (from what I could tell) was quite a bubble. His legs were probably the most underdeveloped part of him but they weren't thin by any means. Definitely thicker than mine. Nick was pale but had clear, unblemished skin. His hair was dark and kept short. In fact sometimes his beard would get longer than his hair before he trimmed everything up. He was one of the few trainers that didn't seem to shave everything. His legs and arms had a nice layer of thick dark hair.

I tried not to fantasize about him but couldn't help the occasional naughty thought, especially when he would demonstrate squat formations or anything that popped his butt. However, I really tried to keep things professional. No harmless flirting or ogles were done by this guy. Nick figured out I was gay probably 2 months into our routine. It didn't phase him at all and things continued as normal. He would occasionally ask about my personal life, if I was seeing anyone, and I'd ask the same. We were both helplessly single but he was straight so there were no possibilities there. I didn't shower at the gym since I lived so close and Nick always did his workouts in the afternoon before I arrived. What this meant is that I'd never even seen the guy shirtless. The most skin I'd ever seen on the man was his calves, arms, and occasional upper thigh depending on the workout. His body was still a mystery, and that was probably a good thing for me. That all changed in the 4 month mark. We were talking after my workout and just shooting the shit. He asked if I had taken progress pictures and I explained I had, but wasn't quite ready to share. Maybe one day, I told him. He understood, but offered up his own. He flipped through his phone and then handed it to me. "Don't flip too much though," Nick said with a nervous laugh. He obviously had nudes on his phone. Of him or of someone else I wondered? The screen was zoomed in to a 3 picture side-by-side, each 6 months apart. I should probably mention that it was his neck down in nothing but some tight underwear. My eyes must have bulged. His body was amazing. I mean he definitely was a 'round' muscled guy but that was absolutely my type. His chest had a light dusting of dark hair which picked back up around his belly button and continued south, growing in intensity until it was hidden below his waistband. He kept his body hair trimmed but definitely all there. I couldn't help but focus on his package. Fuck keeping things personal, I thought. The pictures weren't amazingly lit, but I could easily see the large bulge in his briefs. Whether it was cock, balls, or both I couldn't tell. Whatever it was though, it was hefty. "... and if you blend that all together, it makes a wicked easy meal with tons of calories." Oh shit! I had completely zoned out while looking at his pictures. Quick, say something. "Well it's working out really well for you Nick. This is great progress. I'd be happy with any of them, honestly." Nick laughed. "Like, for your own body or as in your boyfriend?" It had seemed innocent enough but a million thoughts were running through my head. "Umm, well I meant for my own body, but if I was lucky enough to snatch someone up with a body like yours, I'd hold on tight." Nick just gave a cheesy grin and said thanks. We talked for a few more minutes about our weeks and what I would focus on while at the gym. Unfortunately, that night I jacked off thinking about those photos. The next night, I texted Nick telling him how raw I was from the workout yesterday and he responded with the picture he showed me. "Pain builds progress" he wrote with it. That week I did nothing but masturbate to that photo. The slippery slope had started and there was no turning back. Another month went by without much significance except how I looked at Nick. He was no longer just my personal trainer, he was now an object of my lust. Every workout he showed me I couldn't help but turn it dirty in my mind. I was losing it. We had hung out a few times outside of the gym. It had always been with a bunch of the gym staff for a game or just a night out in downtown. I got a text on Saturday morning asking if I wanted to hang out and drink some beers. His roommate was out of town and he wanted to enjoy the apartment to himself while watching the football game. I agreed, trying not to fantasize about unrealistic outcomes. When I got there he was basically in gym attire. I felt a bit dressed up in my nice jeans and button up shirt but oh well. We drank while watching the game, Nick drinking much faster than me. Near the end of the 3rd quarter, it was obvious our home team was going to win and interest in the game subsided. We talked about the gym, work, girls, guys, and continued to drink. I was getting tipsy at this point but Nick was sufficiently drunk. "When are you gonna show me your progress photos, man?" Nick asked me. He actually didn't need to beg much. The alcohol helped, but it only felt fair knowing how much I'd stared at his almost naked body. "Eh, I'll show you. Remember, I was SKINNY. Don't make fun." "I would never! Plus you've grown so much. I'm so proud!" He was smiling ear to ear. It made me swoon a little. I flipped through my phone to get the most recent. It was my 5 month comparison photo. Nothing too crazy. Just standing in front of the mirror flexing one arm in my underwear. I wore skimpy briefs but it was nothing x-rated. I had clearly changed. My ribs were no longer visible and every muscle and it's own definition. Where a flat chest had been there were now pecs. Where a stick arm was there was muscled girth. "Wow! I'm so impressed; you've changed more than I imagined." "Thanks Nick." I was genuinely appreciative of his compliments. "Although, you need to get better at posing." "What?" Nick continued, "You're not showing off the right muscles in these. Like, you've grown a lot in your back but you can't tell in these." "Oh, haha. I didn't realize there was an art to gym selfies." I chastised him a little sarcastically. "There is!!" Nick was drunkenly serious. This was clearly a subject he was passionate about. "Okay, how do you feel about practicing some?" "Sure, that's fine." I said. "You'd have to take off those clothes though to see what I mean." Nick was very direct. I played along, my mind secretly hoping for something like this or more. "That's fine. You would too, right? To show me?" "Yeah, yeah. Obviously." With that Nick stripped. There was no romantic tease to it. This was clearly just what Nick said it was and nothing more. In a few seconds he had peeled out to just his tight boxer briefs. I stood there for longer than I should have because he cleared his throat and said, "you're turn." I quickly snapped back to reality and disrobed as well. I wore my tight AussieBum red briefs tonight just in case something like this happened. What can I say, I'm a planner. "Nice briefs man." Nick offered. "Nice body." He laughed. "Okay, so the first pose is really to show off your Lats and all the work you've been doing on your back." He walked through a couple poses and I imitated him. He would correct me a few times and move my arms or body in the right way. I was really proud of myself for not popping an erection at all with the contact. Minutes passed and things started to get warm in the living room from all our flexing and holding poses. Nick offered to take some photos for me on my phone and I happily agreed. They would be much better than selfies. After taking some photos Nick asked if I would do the same. I obviously agreed. We got to a pose that Nick wanted to try to accentuate his butt. He stood sideways to the camera and twisted his torso towards the lens to accentuate the roundness of his bubble butt. I took a few photos, wishing they were on my phone instead. "Does it look good? Does my butt look good?" He asked me. "It looks incredible Nick. Easily one of the hottest asses I've ever seen." I didn't really think about what I was saying anymore. We were both getting drunk by this time. "Coming from you that means a lot, thanks!" Nick replied with a cheesy smile. "Hey, I kind of want to get some more but without my briefs. Is that okay?" "You want me to take your nudes for you?" I sarcastically asked. Probably should have played that differently. He laughed loudly, "No! I can take my own dick pics thank you. I'll still cover the goods up, I just want some sexier ones without underwear." "Sure, why would I mind?" Nick shrugged, "I dunno, just wanted to make sure, ya know?" He turned around to slip his briefs off. His butt, was amazing. Two large globes of muscle sat atop his legs. They were dusted in his dark fur but he kept his butt trimmed as well. He went through the same poses but was really good at covering up his cock with either his legs or his hands. As much as I wanted to, I never actually saw what he was packing other than some heavy pubes. When Nick felt he had enough shots, he plopped down onto the couch. He grabbed his briefs and placed them over this crotch but didn't actually put them on. He asked for his phone and flipped through the photos when I handed it to him. He was clearly pleased with the photos. "Is it bad that I find myself hot?" he asked. I laughed, still standing there in my underwear. "No. Is it bad if I do?" Oops. He looked up at me. "You think I'm hot?" I didn't know what to do. I scrambled to find words that would make this alright but the drunken haze was cast over my thoughts. "Well, never mind. That answers that question." Nick was looking down on me. I followed his eyes to see my obvious erection in my briefs. Shit!! I covered up quickly and turned from him. That's when he started laughing. "Don't worry about it dude. I'm flattered. Can't say I've given a guy a hard on before. Nice to know I can." "Ha, ha" I said sarcastically, still trying to will my cock to shrink. "Really, it's not a big deal. Come'on. Come here and help me figure out what shots are the best. You'll clearly have an eye for what looks good here." I looked over my shoulder and he was patting the seat of the couch beside him. I said Fuck it in my head and went to sit by him. My erection wasn't gone at all, but at this point in my life I wasn't really that shy about nudity anymore. A few minutes of flipping through shots and adding filters here and there, Nick asked me a question out of the blue. "So you really like cocks? Like, they look good to you?" "Yeah. Don't you like the look of your dick?" I replied. "Well yeah, but that's mine, ya know. I've never thought any other dick was nice." "I guess that's the difference in being gay," i laughed at that. Nick laughed too. "I guess you're right. But like, what exactly do you like about them?" I couldn't really explain it well after I thought for a moment. "I'm not really sure there's specific things or features I like about dicks and balls. It's just linked so closely with arousal that even seeing one triggers so much sexual endorphin release in me. And it's a muscle that can't hide sexual feelings, as we've clearly seen tonight. I like how honest cocks are." Nick lost it at that. "Hahaha, you like how 'honest' cocks are! That's a new one." "I'm a sucker for an honest dick, what can I say?" I laughed with him. Nick put his phone down. "Okay, then tell me. Do I have an honest dick?" He pulled his briefs off his cock. I stared without caring how obvious I was being, plus I assumed that's what he wanted. His cock was awesome. It was still pretty soft, cut, and pretty thick from what I could tell. However, it was his balls that was giving the bulging briefs in his photos. They were massive. He kept almost all his hair closely trimmed but Nick shaved his balls. "It's um... it's... honestly awesome. Nick, your balls are huge!" was all I could put together. "Haha, yeah. They've been big since I was a teenager." He handled them with palm and moved them around a bit. I swore I saw his cock twitch a bit too. "So, this is hot to you? Like, you actually think my cock and my balls are sexy?" "Do you need reassurance?" "No, no. It's just, I'm trying to figure it out. I'm.. I just can't believe someone would find someone else's dick hot." "Well, I could prove it to you." I offered. "Oh yeah? How?" Nick said. He's not a very good actor and it seemed obvious where this was going. I played it safe though and went with another slow tell. I moved my hand to his thigh. "I could show you how much I like your cock." Nick smiled. "You may have to. I still think you're fibbin'" "I would never lie," I joked. I moved my hand the extra few inches to his soft package. It felt even bigger in my hands. I had to skip to his balls first though since they were so incredibly. I moved them around and massaged them with my fingers. I would pull on them a little bit and stretch the skin which elicited light moans from Nick. I felt adventurous for a few reasons and leaned in. I kissed his balls, first lightly, and then heavier with some wet tongue. Nick moaned more. I continued to kiss and lick his balls while loosely gripping his cock. It was filling up quickly. A few seconds later, he was hard in my hand. I backed up from his balls to take a look at his meat. It was thicker than I thought. Probably 6 inches or so in length but probably the same around. It was the hottest cock I'd ever seen. I looked up to Nick just to reassure myself it was him and that this was honestly happening. He caught my eyes and just whispered, "Please don't stop." Oh that made me wet. I got down onto the floor and moved in between his legs. I took hold of his shaft and licked that cock from base to head like a popsicle. It was delicious. He had already started to precum a little for me. I wasn't in the mood to tease and went right into it. I took as much of Nick's cock into my mouth as I could. He wasn't super long but the girth prevented me from taking him all in on the first go. As I sucked with his member filling my mouth, Nick's light moans evolved to deep rumbling groans. He was loving this which made me even hornier. A couple of bobs was all it took for me to get most of him in my throat. After that I could try my different techniques (which were admittedly rusty). I swiveled my tongue around his head, used my hand to match pace with my mouth, and used a little teeth on the retract. Nick was loving each skill and would buck uncontrollably at some. I was surprised what a gentleman he was. He didn't try and grab my head to face fuck me (although I would have been fine with it) and made it very audible how much he appreciated what I was doing. "Fuck yes. That feels so good. You're amazing. You're incredible. Please don't stop." were the only things he could muster between groans. It only took a couple of minutes before Nick's balls began to tighten. I knew he was getting close. He finally did take hold of my head, but to remove it and saying, "I"m about to cum, man." What a fucking knight. "Good," I said and fought against his grip to latch back onto his cock. He tried to pull me off him again, "No, you really don't have to do that. I don't want you to feel like you do." I continued to stroke him with my hands as I popped off to say, "You don't know what it's like to be gay, but fact one, I WANT to do this." I batted his hands away and took his cock back into my wanting mouth. He just said, "oh god, oh god." over and over as he edged towards the finish line. Nick tried to hold back his orgasm as long as he could but finally he couldn't fight anymore. I took hold of his balls with a free hand as he erupted into me. His tank had definitely been full and I almost struggled to get it all down. Jet after jet of warm seed filled my mouth and was swallowed down. Nick tried to remain still but was bucking and shaking uncontrollably between his heavy breathing. When I was sure he was done, I milked him dry with a last squeeze and popped off his still hard cock. "So," I said, "believe me now that I actually like cock?" He tried to laugh but didn't have the energy. "That. Was. Amazing. I've never gotten head like that before. You're a master." I laughed. "Stand up," Nick said. I did as commanded and rose before him. I was still rock hard in my briefs, and had actually popped out a little on top. He put his hands on my ass and pulled me in closer. I had no words for what was happening, so I just went with it. He fondled me through my briefs for a bit, getting used to the feeling of a hard cock in close proximity to his body. He swallowed, and shucked my briefs to the floor. My cock sprang out and almost hit him in the face which he wasn't expecting and jumped back a bit. I couldn't help but laugh, "You're right to be scared. He bites." "You're huge, dude!" I was definitely longer than Nick. Around 8 inches, but not near as thick. And my balls were only average compared to his massive globes a few feet below. He hesitantly took hold of my cock with one hand and slowly stroked it. This was clearly more for him than it was for me. He was exploring what another man's cock was like and I didn't want to rush him through that. Plus it was incredibly hot to see him oaf around it like a foreign object. After giving me a slow, steady hand job for a few minutes he swallowed again and licked his lips. He inched closer and closed his eyes. I was now feeling bad about this. "Nick, stop. You don't have to do this. You don't owe me anything." He finally looked up at me. "No, I know. I just, I want to see what it's like." "Okay, but go slow. Don't do anything that makes you uncomfortable and you can stop anytime." He was looking at my dick again and nodded. He inched close again and closed his eyes to lick my cock head. Once he had a taste he moved his tongue around in his mouth to figure out if he liked it or not. "It just tastes like, skin?" I laughed, "yeah, they don't come in different flavors." "I guess I just, I thought it would taste different." I explained to him that it can if a guy precums a lot, but that I didn't. My cock was a great 'beginners' cock. We both laughed a bit. He then took hold with one hand and tried to wrap his lips around my cock. He could, but didn't take too much into his mouth. He bobbed on my cock like he thought he should but only took an inch or two in at a time and without any suction. What should I have expected from a straight guy. However poor the actual blow job was going, it was Nick who was giving it and that was incredibly hot. I was loving every second of it regardless. I must have began to leak a bit because Nick pulled away with a slight disgust taste on his mouth.

"That's what I expected they tasted like." Nick said with some nervous laughter.

"Yeah, if you don't like that you definitely won't like the ending."

He looked visibly nervous. I leaned down and pushed him away from my cock. "You're done. I'm not letting you go any further. Thanks for trying."

He sighed some relief, "Thanks for letting me try. And for that amazing blow job you gave me. I just wish I could return the favor."

"Trust me Nick, I loved every minute of that probably as much as you did." We both smiled.

"Well, do you wanna shoot on my chest?" Nick said.

I froze for a second and then began dying of laughter.

"What? People do that right?" Nick looked at my confused.

"Hahahaha, sure Nick, sure they do. But rarely does a straight guy just go, 'hey wanna cum on my chest?' It was just too funny."

He leaned back and rubbed his chest seductively, playing with himself a bit too. His cock had softened up almost entirely. "Do you wanna cum on this hot piece of man or not?"

I did.

I leaned into him and put one arm on his shoulder and the other on my cock. Nick just stared at the barrel of the gun in somewhat excited anticipation actually. Having this hunk below me, wanting my cum all over him, was enough to help me finish quickly. My balls tightened as the first blast shot forward onto his pecs. 8 steams of hot spunk fell onto Nick, coating his chest, abs, and cock in my cum. I sighed in relief.

"Hot." was all Nick had to say before we both started laughing.

We stayed there for a minute while I got my breath back and then he offered we take a shower. I rubbed his back, he rubbed mine. I probably washed his ass more than I had to but he didn't stop me or protest. By the end of the shower we both had erections again but heading into the living room he put on his briefs which signaled the nights fun was over.

We both fell asleep on the couch that night and I woke up spooning him in the morning. He was snoring. I got off of him and got the rest of my clothes on to leave. Before I left I looked back at this amazing, delicious man I had known for the past few months. He was sprawled out, chest up, almost naked in his tight white briefs. He had a serious case of morning wood going on that was clearly visible.

I felt naughty and probably was risking more than I should have, but I gave into the momentary idea. I got down on my knees and fished his cock and balls out of his briefs and gave them some light kisses. Nick continued to snore obliviously.

I took a step back to admire the view. I decided to take a picture of him like this for later use. I was going to put his junk back in but last minute decided instead to bob on it a couple times for one last taste and leave.

When I got home I felt guilty about the picture. I didn't want to delete it for obvious reasons but felt like I crossed a line. I decided to text him the photo with the caption "Had a great night. Took this souvenir. Hope you don't mind ;)"

That way if he wanted me to delete it he could tell me, but at least he would know that I had it.

I woke up from a nap to a response from Nick. "Likewise"

A few seconds later a video came through. I opened it and saw myself giving Nick head, his loud moans were close to the speaker. That little shit took a video of me blowing him without me knowing. The anger was only a reflex and I quickly found it hilarious that he captured that moment.

I texted him back, "That's blackmail!"

"Maybe it is. I need something to hold onto to remember last night."

"You could always just get the real thing again if you needed a reminder."

"Deal! Deleted."

"You don't really have to delete it, you can keep it for your own spank bank."

"haha good. I wasn't actually going to delete it anyway."

"lol, dick."

....

Bling. A picture of his hard cock and balls came through.

"This one?? ;P"

I was definitely jacking off today. "Tease!"

He replied, "I think we need to have a special work out session each week after our gym sessions. There are some special muscles we need to work out."

"Deal, see you Monday."

My training sessions had become something more, and I was absolutely, fucking floored about it.

[lettrespromises]

> LettresPromises informs you : You have one notification.

> Letter object : The tamer of the flamboyant flames of passion.

> Todoroki Shouto sent you a letter, would you like to read it?

@mangosnakesandpeaches​ sent a letter :  ❝heyo! its aydudenoway, just moved to my writing account! request number 1/3 : okay okay, so ya know how people always tend to write like, dom shouto and sub reader? what about dom reader and sub shouto. like, damn as much as i like dom shouto, kinda want to see some dom reader nglll. could this be a drabble/imagine and not too too graphic NSFW? i hope this is okay! ahhh okay okay so idk if you started writing my request (dom reader) or not, but could i add onto it real quick? breathless Shouto is all im saying. im so sorryyy for this being so sudden! if you can't add it, thats okay!❞

author’s letter :  ❝dear @mangosnakesandpeaches​, thank you once more for trusting me with your ideas and letting me express through words the love i have for this man and this man only!! hot take but i do kind of feel you.... like.... shouto is low-key a sub to me (aside from pegging ofc.) anywhoopsies!!! i hope you’ll like this and i tried not to make it nsfw which was a bit confusing but?? nonetheless, i hope you’ll enjoy this promised letter.❞

Genre : Erotic but not explicit smut, fluff. (Please consider that the characters are aged up.) Warnings : Cursing, foreplay, innuendos, sexual deeds. Word count : 1.6K.

After personally handing crushing losses to many villains throughout the entire week, admiring the hint of a shy smile adorning the face of civilians torn by fear as a gleam of hope while they’re being saved, secretly glancing at the newfound scars worn as medals on the abused flesh of your skin when no one is looking, any hero would be mentally and physically drained, as if your body was just the host of vacuity. And rightfully so.

Thus came the ever so needed tradition of self-care with Shouto, this renaissance of an evening was held every Friday night ever since you both graduated from U.A. No word was needed, the sole acknowledged information of today’s date was enough for the both of you to understand that today had your name as a synonymous of self-care written all over it.

This context explains why you found yourself enveloped in Shouto’s embrace, a physical testimony of just how much he loved and cherished your presence, if you will. These oh so special Friday nights also drew a contrast with your everyday life as heroes, it was also the perfect opportunity to say (or paradoxically declare in a silent manner) just how much your presence was needed to one another as the cons of being a pro-hero weighed on your mind like the sword of Damocles. To put it more harshly, the inevitable curse of never knowing if the day you were bound to spend together would be the last represented said cons.

His arms found shelter on the area above your hipbones, and every time he would let his genetically given large palms roam on this area, he would always wonder if said area had been carved to fit perfectly the form of his hands— Shouto liked to think that perhaps this was yet another sign that you were meant to be, he always tried to find poetic parallels everywhere.

His thumbs were brushing invisible shapes on the flesh of your hips left bare by the intervention of Shouto’s hands, these brushes were anything but calculated, yes, they did respect a certain common pattern—  but each time they felt similar, they always felt new at once. The semi-random nature of his gestures were the living proof that the documentary being played on the TV was semi-interesting as well.

You, on the other one hand, were sheltered in Shouto’s warm and welcoming embrace, your head fit right in the crook of his neck, and as per usual, Todoroki found yet again another poetic parallel drawn by your jointed souls. Nonetheless, if Shouto’s stare was focused on the succession of bright lights radiating off of the TV, yours was laying on the personification of your source of happiness— your boyfriend himself. After all, wasn’t staring at him way more interesting than some documentary being played? Nothing could compare to some well-deserved ‘staring at Shouto session’, but said sessions came with the slight danger of being caught, oh well…

« Love, I believe you’re doing it again. » Shouto blurted out which made you unconsciously flinch in response.

« Doing what exactly, mhm? » Oh, the fake tone of innocence could have been heard from miles away, and it sure as hell didn’t go unknown under Shouto’s radar.

« You know what I’m hinting at— staring. » But this time, it was his turn to stare at you, it was a mutual game now.

« You’re saying that as if staring at you was illegal, I mean, looking this hot should totally be considered illegal. » Shouto’s blood rushed under your newly left comment, causing his cheeks to adopt a rosy tone.

« Y/N, I’m a pro-hero, I’m not quite sure I can be considered as a villain… Is looking a certain way truly illegal? Should I change something about my appearance? » His heterochromatic eyes found yours, and a certain desire for reassurance chimed in the way.

« Shouto, baby— of course not! You’re perfect the way you are, I was only messing around, you know? » His desire for reassurance fades away and instead, you are met with a gleam of content as you continue :

« What I meant to say was… You’re so handsome, so out of this world… » Each word leaving your lips and connecting to his eardrums was accompanied with the fitting gestures to emphasize just a bit more the comforting undertone of your speech. It all began with a swift shift of position— you were now sitting on Shouto’s lap, a crucial position which guaranteed you the upper hand of physical exchanges.

« You’re divine, Shouto… » The longer your eyes met his, the more you were secretly convinced that he was indeed out of this world, thus, you underlined this statement by tracing an invisible line from the corner of his lips to his jawline under his intrigued facial expression. An intrigued expression, perhaps, but he was begging to hear more.

« You’re have all the qualities one could dream of, don’t you? » This rhetorical question was signed with the manifestation of the presence of your lips upon the flesh of his neck, Shouto let out a gasp he ignored he was holding and tilted his head to give you more room to play with as an answer, longing for the next lines of your tirade. Instead, the soft pressures left by the pecks were replaced with biting motions, and interchanged with sucking motions at times. This newfound balance of pleasure on Shouto’s newly bruised skin was the cause of a chain reaction— first, his lips parted as if he was gasping for oxygen, he didn’t need it, it was more like a precautious deed than a clear remedy to something he needed; then, his lids closed shut, in anticipation of the bliss which was bound to course every inch of his body; eventually, a deadly sin named gluttony got the best of him and encouraged him to let his palms wander on your derrière. A bold action quickly reprimanded by a quick slapping motions on the back of his hands.

« No touching, got it? Keep your hands to yourself and maybe, just maybe I’ll reward you. » A sentence so embedded with delicious sin which became amplified under the spell of your whispers, right against the shell of his ears. There was no vocal response on his end, only a line of chills from the back of his neck to the bottom of his spine, sure, it wasn’t vocal, but it was such a sweet way to respond to the temptation.

This comment would be stating the obvious but you had the monopoly of the game, you controlled the fate of the protagonists and bent the rules your way— some would call it cheating, you’d call it having the world at your feet. An adventurous hand traveled underneath the fabric of Shouto’s shirt and, on its journey, felt the various kinds of reliefs sculpted on his body. The rock hard sensation of his abdomen against the soft flesh of your palm was one of the sweetest contrasts. Your hand followed a vertical path— first, a journey near his pectoral muscles, and a tragic fall to his growing bulge right beneath you, you couldn’t help but bow your lips into a grin which echoed to a thousand of hidden desires and beyond while Todoroki looked at you with pleading eyes.

« Aren’t you such a good boy to me? You did as I said, baby, keep going for me, yeah? » Shouto knew that the way you would pronounce each individual word was a hint to what was bound to happen, and the precise manner you moaned « good boy » near his eardrum was just a mere indicator amongst a myriad of them that you would not give up on your iron hold any time soon. Your lips eventually met his once more in a heated exchange, the advantage of the height played in your favor to assert dominance and set the done of the secret ballet between your tongues. Meanwhile, your palm was dangerously stroking the oh so growing bulge in Shouto’s underwear— and when your tongue would twist in a clockwise direction, your hand would do the opposite and vice-versa.

Shouto could feel you through all his senses— and although his lids were shut closed, this couldn’t prevent him from picturing your frame towering over him, he would always remember everything about you, even the most trivial details anyway. The gluttony in him cursed at him and screamed to touch you, but he knew better than to fall under the spell of his temptations. If he couldn’t manifest his pleasure physically, he could still do it orally— and thus a silent melody resonated in your mouth at the contact of your tongue with his. Said melody ended in the crescendo of the volume of his uneven breaths after breaking your kiss due to the lack of oxygen.

His cheeks were crimson red, his mouth was set agape to let fresh air fill his lungs again, his eyes echoed nothing but an irresistible paradox of pleading and will to continue further, his head felt dizzy under your sweet toxins which had just penetrated his mind… He was so addicted to you.

You let a smirk grow on your face in response to the aftermath of your antics, knowing very well that this was just a way to foreshadow what was bound to happen : « You’ve been so good to me, pretty boy, so, so good. Guess who’s going to have his reward now, baby? »

He knew he was going to get his reward, but at what cost?

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Love bites

Ship: Cody/Wolffe

Rating: E

AO3 link

It’s not that Wolffe actively wants to bite people, it just happens.

If he were a different kind of person, one more attuned to the internal goings of the human mind, he would spend hours waxing poetics about how each body’s is a canvas, but the truth is that he just likes to bite. That’s how he got his name, after all.

 Of all the people he sleeps with, his favorite to bite has to be Cody. The way he reacts to it is always so good; Wolffe loves how scandalized he acts every time it happens, like for some reason Wolffe had magically stopped liking biting.

It’s always fun making him melt until he gets to the point of actually asking Wolffe to be bitten, to which Wolfe always replies affirmatively, and happily too.

His favorite must be when he has Cody on all fours, presenting his back to him. So much space to mark…

 He wasn’t expecting to like it so much once the tables turn…

When he and Cody finally managed to find a window of time in which they could’ve been alone, Wolffe had no idea of what was in store for him, but let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

 The good thing about being a Commander, is that you get private quarters. Now more than ever Wolffe appreciates the privacy this grants him; not that he’d have any qualms about shoving Cody against the wall and kiss him breathless in front of the vode, but sometimes you just want to be left alone, you get it?

He can’t help but to smirk when Cody presses against him with his same strength, gripping his shoulders so hard that it hurts. The nice thing about making out with Cody is that he never backs down from a challenge, something that Wolffe deeply appreciates.

He hums appreciatively as he runs his hands over Cody’s sides, brushing his fingers against his toned body. When he goes to grab at his ass, however, he notices that there’s something in the back pocket of his blacks.

“What do we have here?” he mutters, curious, as he goes to grab the object that Cody thought he could keep hidden from him. He’s stopped before he can actually understand what it is when Cody grabs his wrist.

“You’ll see,” he replies, voice sultry and full of promises. Well, color Wolffe intrigued.

He can’t lie: he is really curious about this surprise object, but fine, he’ll play Cody’s game, if anything in order to amuse him.

“This better be worth it,” he warns however, because his patience is limited. Still, he doesn’t think he’ll be disappointed, not with the way Cody’s grinning at him.

“Oh, it will.”

 They move to Wolffe’s bed. Cody pushes him towards it, and Wolffe lets him, this time without fighting back.

He can’t hold back an amused smirk when Cody pushes him down until he’s sitting on it, while Cody’s still up. To distract himself he resumes running his hands across his legs, but never enough to be able to touch his back pocket - Cody always manages to stop him before he can do that, the ass.

Still, there’s only one way Wolffe can interpret their position, and he smirks as he goes to work on Cody’s lower blacks, sliding them down to reveal his erection.

“Someone missed me,” he comments, making Cody huff.

“Just get on with it.”

“Yessir.”

 If there’s one thing to say about Wolffe, is that whatever he does, he does so with passion. That’s the best way to describe how he acts. He takes Cody cold, without any sort of foreplay, making him gasp and shiver just how he likes it. Direct, that’s the way to go.

Now that there are no more back pockets to worry about, he can freely grab his ass, squeezing it in his hands, playing with it as Wolffe uses it as leverage to push Cody further against him, leaving him with no other choice but to hold onto his shoulder, grip so tight that it’s surely going to leave a sign.

He sucks, making a loud slurping sound, and he feels Cody’s body tense against him. Good. When he manages to slide one hand between his asscheeks and begins to rub his thumb against his entrance, not penetrating him outright but putting enough pressure to make it count, Cody has to forcibly push his mouth away.

“Wait,” he says, looking already so close that Wolffe has to fight the urge to close a fist around his cock and make him come right there right now.

“What?” he asks him, because there has to be a reason as to why Cody has stopped him. He doesn’t want to be rude, you know?

 At least he understands that whatever it is, it’s nothing bad, not with the way Cody’s smirking.

“Lemme get something first,” he says, before lowering himself in order to reach his blacks, which have slumped at his ankle’s level.

After peeling them off completely, Cody finally reaches for the mysterious item, waving it in front Wolffe’s face. At first he thinks it’s a collar, but as he looks at it better, that red ball…

“A gag?” he says, face unimpressed. Nobody has ever had the courage of bringing him something like that, but of course Cody is the only one who’s a little shit enough for that.

“What ?” he replies in fact, smirk on his face, “Are you afraid of a small challenge?”

“As if!” Wolffe retorts, snatching the gag from Cody’s hands, lowering his gaze to look at it.

After a moment of silence, Cody speaks again, voice softer this time.

“You don’t have to, of course. I was just thinking it would be fun--”

“I wanna try it,” Wolffe cuts him off. Why not? Maybe it’ll be fun. He surely won’t get to know it if he never tries it.

“Oh, ok…” Cody mutters, surprised, but he recovers quickly, “I’ll make it worth your while, I assure you.”

“You better,” Wolffe says, though there’s no heat in his voice.

Cody chuckles at that, taking the gag back. As he goes to secure it around his head, he says:

“If you want it off, tap me on my arm, ok?”

Wolffe rolls his eyes - c’mon he’s not that weak - but he still nods, appreciative.

 It’s weird, having this thing on his mouth. If Wolffe tries to close his lips, he can feel the soft material of the ball give in, but only just a tiny bit, preventing him to be actually successful.

Once Cody’s done, he takes Wolffe’s chin with one hand, admiring his handwork. Usually Wolffe isn’t that found of being stared at like that, but there’s something about Cody’s gaze that makes his heart beat faster already inside his chest.

“Ah, much better,” Cody says, making Wolffe growl. “Shhh, shhh, be good now,” he mutters then, smothering a hand over his hair. He’s already having too much fun with this.

 He pushes Wolffe until he’s completely lying on the bed, crawling then on his lap. Wolffe goes immediately grab him, but Cody grabs him by the wrists and forces him down again.

“No touching,” he orders. Oh come on, he can’t be serious.

“Please?” Wolffe tries to say, remembering only too late that he can’t speak. Damned gag. He whines then, trying to move against Cody’s hold, but to no avail.

As if that would be enough to placate him, Cody leans to kiss his nose like he’s just some kind of baby, but he makes up for it when he rubs his thigh between his legs, sending a shiver up his spine. Alright, message received: he’ll try to stay put.

 At least Cody isn’t stopping, and he goes to remove his upper blacks, leaving his chest  and stomach bare. He smirks before leaning down, kissing his way from his neck to his left pec, lulling Wolffe into a false sense of security. He almost laughs at the way he flinches when he bites at the soft skin, but he doesn’t, and he keeps biting and biting, changing place every time.

Oh so that’s what he wants to do, play at his game! Wolffe could easily push him off if he didn’t want him to do that, but first of all, he said no touching and Wolffe wasn’t going to back out now, and second… he quite likes it, he’s not going to lie. It’s not something that usually happens, mostly because he’s fast to reduce his partners to utter messes before they can even think about doing something like that, but it’s nice.

With his lips pried open like that, it’s harder for him to hold back his voice, all the whimpers and moans that Cody’s ministrations are pushing out of his chest. When he reaches his nipple, sucking it and the closing his teeth around it, Wolffe bucks his hips up, his entire body run by a spasm. He’s met by Cody’s amused gaze, but thankfully he doesn’t stop him as he begins to rub himself against his thigh.

 By the time Cody’s raises his head, Wolffe’s covered in bite marks and hickeys. He looks like he’s about to explode at any given moment, but Cody knows he’ll need more than this to come.

He can swear he hears him sigh in relief when he finally removes his lower blacks, sliding them down his legs, kissing every inch of skin that gets uncovered.

He takes his time watching him then. Wolffe looks utterly debauched already, and Cody certainly doesn’t make things easier - he doesn’t want to - when he palms his cock, barely brushing his fingers against it, but it’s enough to send Wolffe shivering again.

He tries to say something, but with the gag all that comes out is muffled nonsense. Cody chuckles at that, resting one hand on Wolffe’s cheek, caressing it with tenderness, taking in the view of Wolffe with his face all heated and messy with spit and saliva that is drooling across his chin. Even though he can’t make out what he said, he can guess, and he’s pretty sure that he just wants him to hurry up. Well, he’d love to, but…

 “I’m not done with you yet.”

He doesn’t even wait for Wolffe’s predictable protest as he goes to town, taking bites at his trembling legs, giving special attention to his inner thighs - who knew he was so sensitive there?

Even as he tries to stay as still as possible his muscles can’t help but to shake at each bite, especially when they hurt. He’s going to feel that for days, weeks even, scraping against his blacks, and even in the battlefield Wolffe won’t be able not to think about this, about what’s happening now. That’s exactly what Cody wants, Wolffe could bet his good eye on it - that’s how confident he feels about it.

He yelps, yes, yelps, when Cody suddenly goes even lower, closing his teeth on his ass. It’s so sudden that he had no way to prepare for that kind of assault!

“Turn around.”

Oh, Cody’s tone is commanding, Wolffe can feel it, and the soldier in him only wants to obey, even though he’d usually make things more difficult for him. This isn’t the usual situation however, and Wolffe feels wanting and needy; he knows that if he doesn’t do as Cody tells him, he won’t receive any release.

He mutters something under his breath, nonsensical gargles that thanks to the gag are incomprehensible, but he does turn around, exposing his ass to Cody. The bites that follow, this time, are expected, but they still make Wolffe shiver, sensitive.

It’s so much that he doesn’t even notice Cody slicking his fingers until he begins to circle them around his entrance, spreading cold lube over it. Ugh, this is the part that Wolffe hates most: at first the damn lube is always so kriffing cold. Thankfully, Cody knows how to distract him, and taking a break from biting, he lowers his head to mouth at his balls, sucking on them, something that makes Wolffe buck his hips, instinctively seeking more of that stimulation.

 He’s so distracted that he barely feels the first finger slip inside, noticing only when Cody goes back to mark him.

This gag is beginning to get on his nerves, but Wolffe is also stubborn enough to keep it only because he doesn’t want to admit defeat - he knows that Cody wouldn’t actually make a big deal out of it if he wanted it off, but Wolffe has taken this also as a challenge for himself and he intends to win. He bites down on it, ignoring the disgusting taste it leaves in his mouth, but even then it does very little to muffle all the noises that Cody’s forcing out of him, especially when he adds a second finger.

Soon Wolffe finds himself rutting against him, because two mere fingers aren’t enough anymore. He wants more and he wants more now.

 His impatience must be obvious to Cody, because he moves, positioning himself better behind Wolffe, pressing their bodies close. He can feel his hard on against his thigh, and he tries to move against it, even for the fickle satisfaction of seeing Cody react in any way, but the other’s grip on his waist is too strong for him to break it, or maybe it’s those damned fingers inside him that are keeping him too distracted to actually act.

“You want more?” Cody says then, voice sultry that sends a shiver down Wolffe’s spine, “Then say it.”

He knows what he’s trying to do: he wants him to struggle, to fumble with his words, to spit all over himself with this damned gag. Still, what else can Wolffe do? He does want more after all.

“Please,” he stutters, doing his best to make Cody understand what he’s saying, “Please please please please--”

He’s rewarded for his effort by Cody, who’s quick to pull away his fingers, leaving Wolffe fempty and aching, though it doesn’t last long because soon he’s pressing the head of his cock against his slick hole. He moves slow but he’s relenting in his advance; Wolffe can feel every single inch pushing down inside him.

A long moan leaves his lips when he feels the pressure of teeth closing around the flesh on his back. Apparently Cody still hasn’t had enough of marking him, and to be quite honest Wolffe hasn’t either; he presses his forehead against the pillow, exposing his neck for Cody, who of course doesn’t let such a delicious offer slip from his hands as he begins to bite at the back of his nape, moaning then when that action makes Wolffe twitch and clench around his cock.

 Wolffe mutters something, but Cody doesn’t understand him; to be fair, not even Wolffe is sure exactly about what he’s trying to say, he’s just muttering stuff.

He shuts up when Cody snaps his hips back, only to thrusts forward again, moving with such force that it almost feels more like a slap. He intends on filling Wolffe to the brim and that’s exactly what he’ll do.

He’s keeping his thrusts slow, but damn if they don’t pack a punch. Wolffe is sure that he’ll soon be spilling  his guts with how much of a pounding he’s getting. The worst thing is that he can’t stop moaning and whining every time Cody sinks back in. It feels so good.

 “Look at you all prettied up for me…”

Wolffe’s already leaking precum, but his cock also twitches in Cody’s hand.

“Ooh, you like that?” Cody continues then, having noticed. His thrusts become sharper and he leans closer, whispering in Wolffe’s ears.

“You like it when I compliment you? You like it when I say what a good boy you are?”

If he could’ve, Wolffe would’ve told him to shut up - or more likely, he would’ve made him shut up - but with things as they are there isn’t much he can do.

Still, it does feel good…

 “Are you close?” Cody asks, and Wolffe nods with his head. Yes, he is. He feels the other nuzzling his neck as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. “Can you wait until I come? Can you hold for me?”

That’s… Wolffe doesn’t know if he can - he feels really close - but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try at least. He nods.

“Good boy,” Cody says, rewarding him with a bite, causing a groan to leave Wolffe’s lips.

At this point all Wolffe can do is to begin pushing back against Cody, making him penetrate even deeper, in an attempt to make him come faster, because even though he said yes he doesn’t actually know how long he’ll be able to hold off his orgasm and he doesn’t want to disappoint Cody. He even clenches around him, making Cody almost lose his rhythm.

“You little--” he mutters, before pressing Wolffe’s back against the mattress, leaving his ass up in the air, and fucking him senseless. It burns but in the best of ways - the way that he’ll feel for a long time that is.

“I should take a picture,” Cody says then, groaning, “I should let everyone see how good you look right now.”

Normally Wolffe would’ve snarled at that - some things should stay private - but in this situation, with Cody still hard at work while all he can do is taking it, that sounds like the hottest thing he could ever do. Thinking about being seen like this makes him shiver, something that Cody notices; it makes him smirk, and he presses close again.

“Or may I’ll keep you all for myself,” he whispers into his ear, “Fuck… you feel so good.”

 Cody has never heard the whining sounds that are coming out of Wolffe; had he known before that this was possible, he would’ve tried it ages ago. Oh well, at least they’re having fun now.

“I’m gonna--” he begins, but a groan interrupts him and he can’t hold it in anymore, finding his release still buried inside Wolffe, who resorts to punching the mattress for how intense it is.

Still, Cody doesn’t stop, not yet at least, not when Wolffe still hasn’t come.

“C’mon, I know you want to,” he says then, sucking another spot on Wolffe’s neck, “Let me hear you come.”

Wolffe doesn’t hold back anymore, finally able to reach his climax. For once he’s glad that he’s wearing a gag, because it manages to muffle some of the noise he’s making. It feels like he’s been hit by a blaster, though it doesn’t hurt; it’s just very intense. It’s like all the air has been pulled out his lungs, and Wolffe finds himself short of breath. So good…

  When Wolffe comes to, he’s not wearing a gag anymore. He’s also still on the bed but he’s all cleaned up. Kriff, did he pass out?

“Hello there.”

Cody’s voice only confirms it. Wolffe turns on his right, seeing Cody lying beside him, head resting on his elbow, watching him with a tint of amusement and… something soft that then neither of them usually acknowledge,  but it’s there and it’s undeniable. Wolffe feels it too.

He groans then, massaging the bridge of his nose.

“How long was I out?” he asks.

“Not too long,” Cody shrugs. It’s weird that he still hasn’t used this as an excuse to humiliate him - after all it’s something that never happened before - but he appreciates the fact that he hasn’t said anything regarding that.

“You good?” Cody asks then, looking at Wolffe with concern, something that makes him smile.

“Yeah, I am,” he replies. He’s not lying.

 For some reason, since Wolffe woke up - it felt wrong doing it while he was out - Cody can’t stop brushing his hand over his body, feeling the marks that he’s left on him against his fingers.

“I think I can see the appeal,” he says. Wolffe elbows him.

“Oh c’mon!” Cody says, “Think about how your precious Wolfpack will react when they see you. You’re in for a treat, believe me.”

Oh, Wolffe’s aware of that, don’t get him wrong, however…

“They won’t be pleased with you,” he warns him. The Wolfpack tends to be quite… possessive, in their own way, after all; maybe territorial would be the right word. They wouldn’t dare do anything to Cody directly, but still…

“I frankly don’t care,” Cody replies, grinning cheekily, and what can Wolffe do, if not to drag him down for a kiss?

 “So…” Cody begins to ask once they pull away, “Would you be willing to do this again another time?”

He’s clearly testing the waters, and to be quite frank…

“Why not,” Wolffe replies, though he soon shoots Cody a challenging gaze, “I suppose I could, if you manage to convince me.”

A wide grin spreads through Cody’s face as he finds place over Wolffe again, hands on the sides of his head. This is a view that Wolffe could get used to.

“Don’t worry, I can be very persuasive.”

[icybeanheadcanons]

Hihi~ This was about the matchups (congrats!) For who, it really doesn't matter to me ^~^ I like all of them, whether skele, flame, or void-man. When it comes to Soul type, I think the most accurate is somewhere between Kindness, for my giving nature and bleeding heart tendencies, and Perseverance for enduring the things I have through my life. I start off really quiet and shy, but if I am allowed to get comfortable with people I can be very warm and even silly, if only to get them to feel better. I'm also mischievous, but usually use that to get secret gifts for people I care about. I often put the wants and needs of others above my own and am pretty poor at taking care of myself because of it. I'm constantly hiding a lot of negativity behind a smile and service, if only so I don't have to face it. I can't take compliments, often getting falsely angered and flustered while vehemently denying it. I used to have a passion for cooking, and might still have it somewhere, but extended experiences with loved ones being ungrateful and taking advantage of it has made it not so prominent. For as long as I can recall, I have never dreamed, just occasional nightmares, but instead of being scared afterwards I find them fascinating. I'm a bit of a pyromaniac and adore to sit and watch flames. Due to being accident-prone, I'm also familiar with seeing bones a lot (X-Rays). My friends and loved ones think of me being the sweetest person ever, but it comes at a price- I can't harden my heart to others, no matter how bad they treat me. It's lead to several situations in which abuse has happened, but I still keep on with my open heart no matter how much it gets me hurt. It seems I'm always believing people can be better if they just try. I have to admit that I often find things cute/adorable that others typically find creepy/spooky. I also carry a lot of anxiety when it comes to leaving the house- crowds are especially bad as I have sometimes had to run to hidden areas of stores or just left due to incoming panic attacks. Once comfortable with people, I love to cuddle (it makes me feel safe, especially if they are bigger than me). I also love watching them do things like play games for the first time, especially if the game is one I like. I'm endlessly apologetic, often saying sorry even to inanimate objects or for things obviously not my fault if only to keep the peace. I'm terrified of anger in most cases, making me almost never having access to feeling the emotion myself and to cower when others express it. I think I've rambled way too much on this, but it should be enough to get a feel for me and for you to make an informed decision ^~^ Have a lovely day and even better follower celebration!

Thank you!!! :0D and don’t worry this just means I have more info to work with to help match ya!!

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I match you with Oddball! 

You two would work wonderfully together!! He doesn’t have an angry bone in his body, and your open heart is big and warm, and he adores it. He also has a fascination with horror things, creepy and spooky, he’s just absolutely curious about!! He’s incredibly excitable, and he’s sharing everything he knows, and finds with you that he can. He can’t help but giggle with glee when you do your mischief, of helping or giving gifts. He’s also a good judge of character, and he will be able to advice when you should stop trying to connect with someone. He’s not the best at self care himself, he gets too excited or distracted to remember to do particular things like eating or drinking.

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Better: Formaggio x Reader x Mista (18+)

To that one anon that asked, “Uwu if you could throw us some more of that juicy formaggio and mista being in love with the same s/o it would be muy greato” It’s finally done, the NSFW part 2 to my Formaggio x Reader x Mista fic . It took me a while, but it is finally done. This is my first not sfw post on this blog, so go easy on me everyone!

CWs: drinking, dirty talk, slight degradation, threesome, slight cucking (lmk If I should add any other tags)

Without further ado: Better (NSFW) (6k words)

You had a strange relationship going within Passione, two men at once. One of them, Mista, a teammate of yours in Bruno’s gang. The other, Formaggio, a supposed “rival” of yours from La Squadra. Though you figured things were going smoothly enough, both men had certain complaints about the arrangement. Formaggio, not content to be your little secret, wanted to claim you for himself and himself alone. Mista, younger than both you and the older mafioso, still felt inadequate against his male companion. One fateful night, the three of you were spending time together, and things soon escalate. Catching you and Formaggio together, Mista embarrassingly asks the older soldato for advice on how to please you... Together, the two of them give you the rough, degrading night that you had long hoped for. 

- - - 

Formaggio leaned back in his chair, staring up at the night sky. He reached over for the bottle resting on the table nearby, taking a sip of the drink and stared out to his view of Naples. It was his week off, the week Risotto gives all his men, so the assassins can clear their heads from the mafia, and this week happened to be his. He was spending his evening alone sitting on his apartment’s balcony. Trying to forget about work, the young man lounged in a warm red crew neck and sweatpants. It was a perfect night to relax, spend some time unwinding, and mess around with something. Formaggio wiped his mouth after taking a sip and frowned. A perfect night, except that you weren’t there with him. And he missed you, but you were out with Mista that night. 

His phone rang from inside the house, and he rushed to pick it up. Prosciutto was on the other end of the line, quick to start speaking, as usual. 

“Hey man. I know it’s your week off but the group’s having a poker night. Melone got a little extra from a recent hit and he’s feeling lucky enough to bet it. You in?” 

Formaggio shook his head. “Nah… I’m watching the game with (y/n) tonight.”

“Is that Guido guy gonna be there?” 

Little Feet’s stand user huffed, not wanting to be reminded of that. “Yeah… he will.”

When Formaggio had initially agreed with Guido Mista that the two of them would “share” you, he didn’t quite realize that agreement’s implications. He hadn’t realized that “sharing” meant you would still be dating Mista, meanwhile he’d be regulated to your secret “side piece”. It was frustrating, especially given the fact that you dated him first, and the fact that he was forced to agree with this arrangement because you’d hate for your precious Capo, Bruno Buccellati, to find out you were in bed with a member of La Squadra. It wasn’t fair. Formaggio had you first, and how he was regulated to the sidelines as your little skeleton in the closet. 

The whole situation would be so much easier if he actually hated Mista, then he could just kill him, but he didn’t. Ever since meeting him, the two mafiosos had become incredibly close friends, even going so far as to spend time together without you even being there. They both knew that if it came down to it, they’d be willing to kill each other, but for now, they enjoyed each other’s company. Formaggio wanted to hate Mista so badly, but he couldn’t ignore the smile that came to your face whenever you looked at him while the three of you were hanging out. He supposed he should take it as a compliment, in a sick kind of way. He and Mista were very similar in personality. And since Mista was two years younger than you and Formaggio, the younger soldato often asked the older for advice on how to better survive in the mafia. So perhaps, in that way, Formaggio should feel complimented that you’re so taken by someone so similar to him. But it wasn’t him specifically, though, and that ate him up inside. Formaggio stood up from his chair and got ready to drive over to your place. 

He missed you. He missed calling you his. He didn’t like that the only reason he was allowed to sleep with you was that Mista was a chill guy that happened to be cool with it. He was the superior mafioso and he wanted to claim you for himself. 

Good thing he’d soon get his chance. 

- - - - 

The three of you had been planning a night together for a few weeks now. Just a chill night spent together, watching a soccer match, a couple of drinks between you all and nothing intense. Formaggio was finally on his week off from La Squadra, Mista was open for the night and you were just happy to see them both in the same room. You knew perfectly well how odd your situation was, to simultaneously be with two mafia men, one a teammate of yours and the other a supposed “rival”. 

But you’ve fallen in love with Mista and fallen back in love with Formaggio, and you were incredibly grateful that the two of them liked each other. The only issue that arose was with the mafia itself. Bruno knew how dangerous La Squadra di Esecuzioni could be, and both you and Mista knew that Bruno shouldn’t find out about your little outings with Formaggio. 

Thus, even if the assassin didn’t love the idea, you decided it would be best to continue dating Mista, and Formaggio would be your little secret. Though, you couldn’t help but want it to more than that. The Formaggio you used to date back in the day, paled in comparison to the man that you spent time with now. He was stronger, more confident and assertive, and well… hotter. You could tell how much he hated being your side piece while Mista was your main, but you didn’t want to lose either’s company. 

You heard a car horn blast near your building and looked out the window at the sound, seeing Formaggio’s car parked near your front door. Rushing out, you entered the car. Formaggio gave you an up and down and smirked. 

“You’re looking good, baby.” You turned over to him with a smile.

“You think so?”

Formaggio grinned, placing a hand on your upper leg and giving you a teasing squeeze there. 

“I know so, babe.”

You gave him your own flirtatious giggle. You knew it was odd to have two “boy toys” as Mista called it, but you just couldn’t help yourself. 

“Are you excited about tonight?” You asked your driving companion, and his hand went further up your leg. 

“Yeah… should be fun. Napoli’s playing Roma. Should be an exciting game.”

“Too bad Mista’s rooting for Napoli though… only the smart ones root for Roma.”

“Well you and I grew up together in Roma, dolcezza, don’t forget.”

Formaggio grinned, giving your inner thigh a teasing pinch, before he suavely took your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it romantically. You rolled your eyes at him, slapping him on the arm. 

“Nothing funny tonight alright? I just want it to be chill, the three of us.” 

 You watched as Formaggio’s mood visually soured as he nodded and made a sharp turn onto a new street. 

“Yeah yeah, the three of us… Why? Did Mista say he wanted that?” 

You look at him confused. “No… I want that.” 

Formaggio gave you a quick glance and you soon realized what he meant. You shook your head, giving him an annoyed huff. Why did he have to act like such a baby?

“Oh dio mio, are you still on about this whole thing?” 

Formaggio gripped on tighter to the steering wheel. “Yeah… I am. I had you first.”

You gritted your teeth, angry with him. “Oh, you had me first huh? So? Mista was around when you weren’t. Moron, I’m not some object. I’m a human being you know?”

However, your face softened away its annoyance when you saw how genuinely upset Formaggio was, even if he wasn’t showing it outright. You knew he didn’t like being hidden away like this. You sighed, a sad smile on your face. 

“Oh… Formi… caro, cuore mio…” 

Formaggio gave you a stabbing glance. “Stop it with the pet names (y/n).”

You saw right through that toughness. “You know you still have a special place in my heart amore… No one can change that. This whole thing is just to save face alright? I joined Passione to find you, and Mista was there for me… I thought you were dead. But I still love you too. I love you both…”

Formaggio gulped. “Why can’t you transfer to La Squadra? Your stand would be better used there anyway.” 

“Formaggio, you know that’s not how that works. And besides, Mista won’t give me up that easily.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, a playful smile on your face. Formaggio shook his head, a low chuckle taking over him. He couldn’t stay mad at you, his own emotional Achilles heel. You were just too important to him. 

“If I were Mista, I wouldn’t give you up either. I’m not giving up on this though.” 

Finally, the car pulled up in front of Mista’s place, the chosen location for the three of you for that night. You often rotated the three apartments for your hangouts, and this night fell on Mista to host. You and Formaggio stopped right before Mista’s front door, the assassin hesitating to knock. Your hands were full from holding things for the night, so you couldn’t knock either. Formaggio looked over his shoulder back at you and you shrugged. 

“Formi, knock already will you? My hands are starting to hur-”

Formaggio cut you off by turning to you and planting a deep, passionate kiss on you. You let out a surprised whimper as the young man took your face in his hands. You had expected a normal, quick, loving kiss from him, just a show of affection before keeping it more platonic for the evening. But this was far from sweet and loving, it was needier, more desperate. Formaggio moved his hand down to the small of your back and pulled you flush against him. It was almost as if he only wanted you to think of him for that moment. He finally broke the kiss briefly, letting you breathe. You looked up at him, eyes hazy. 

“Umm… uh... Dante I-”

Formaggio cut you off again with another kiss, smirking to himself. You only addressed him by his real name when you were super infatuated by his actions. When it felt like you two were back in Rome together, just normal people. He must be doing a real number on you with this kiss. But before you could drop your things and kiss back more forcefully, Formaggio let you go and quickly knocked on Mista’s door, leaving you bright red in the face as you straighten yourself out. 

Mista opened the door, incredibly excited to see you two. You’d been gone on a mission for the past week and he hadn’t gotten a chance to spend time with you, and he was antsy about it. Being younger than both you and Formaggio, he felt that he needed to prove himself to you both, given that he was a sort of addition to your already existing relationship, but you kept assuring him that you valued him just as much as anyone else. 

Formaggio was the first to walk in, giving Mista a small hug before collapsing onto the couch in front of the TV. The pregame programming was starting and Mista and him were already wearing their jerseys. Mista took your supplies from you, putting them in the fridge before returning to your side, taking your coat from you, and hanging it up. You could tell what was going on, from his jittery movements and him nervously wiping his clammy hands off on his jeans. When he finally went to speak to you, you instead pulled him in, giving the younger member of Bruno’s team a quick peck on the lips. 

“Calm down alright?” You said to him sweetly, and he nodded.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine. It’s just been a while since anything’s happened between us.” 

“I’ve been busy… why? Did you think anything’s going to happen tonight?” 

Mista blinked at your overly direct flirt, suddenly getting even more excited. “Do... d-do you want something to happen?” 

“Hmm… nope. No funny stuff tonight. I already told Formaggio.”

Mista thought for a moment, relieved. “Thanks… You know I get self-conscious when he’s around with us...”

“And you shouldn’t be. You’re perfectly capable on your own.” 

“Yeah but… he’s better than me at um… you know. You know he’s better.”

“Well you’ll get better. I-”

“Can you two stop talking in the doorway and come sit? I can hear you…” 

“Yeah, we’re coming Formi! One sec!”

Mista turned away from you at the sound of the other man’s voice while you shouted to him. Mista was always more nervous whenever he was around both you and Formaggio. He felt he had at least some form of superiority over you, given that he’d been part of Bruno’s gang longer, even if you were older than him. But he always felt inferior to Formaggio in one way or another. Mista had had a few nights alone with you, but when he asked you straightforwardly if he was as good at pleasing you as Formaggio was, you couldn’t help but say that Formaggio was still better, not wanting to lie to your teammate. Such honesty definitely bruised his ego, but Mista was still going to try to hold his ground in this odd relationship. He owed that to himself. 

“Alright… let’s go other there.” You instructed Mista before giving him a longer kiss. You chuckled as the other’s face became bright red. 

“I uh… umm...  I… okay, (y/n).”

“Aww… you’re so cute, caro.” You teasingly ruffled Mista’s hair and he followed you to the couch happily. 

The three of you sat together on the couch, getting ready for the game to start. Mista was quick to open three beers, one for each of you, and the drinks were soon knocked back. You rested your head on Mista’s shoulder to make him feel less nervous, running your hand up and down the other’s chest. Formaggio felt a bit annoyed at the display but decided not to do anything about it. 

The soccer match soon began, the three of you too preoccupied with the excitement of the game to notice just how many of the beers you had already emptied. All three of you were starting to get rather buzzed by the time the second half of the game was coming to a close. Roma was beating Napoli three goals to two, and Formaggio was having the time of his life drunkenly making fun of Mista for his soccer team preferences. You were enjoying your time with them both, going from resting your head on Mista’s shoulder, to laying against Formaggio’s chest, to having Mista’s head resting in your lap, to snuggling back into Formaggio’s arms. 

By the end of the game, you had already lost your inhibitions enough to be sitting in Formaggio’s lap, giggling to yourself while playing with Mista’s hair as he sat nearby. Formaggio kept his hands on your hips while still watching the last remaining minutes of the game, though whenever your attention would stray from him, he would grip onto your hips tightly, leading you to gasp just a bit. Mista felt emboldened enough by his drunken state to kiss you while you were still in the other’s lap, and you were more than willing to indulge him, both of you lightheaded as you kissed him back roughly. Formaggio looked up at the two of you, his face flushed red. The act of seeing you make out with someone else, especially Mista, was strangely hotter than he’d like to admit, though that could have very well been the alcohol talking. 

None of you were watching the game anymore. None of you were thinking normally, you were all getting far too comfortable with each other, and the night was still young. It was a recipe for disaster. 

When the game finally ended, Roma beating Napoli, you and Formaggio celebrated, meanwhile Mista went off to his room to change out of his jersey, wanting to forget the game ever existed. Formaggio watched Mista walk down the hallway out of sight, before turning to you. You turned around to make eye contact with him, still in his lap, both of you lightheaded from cheering and drinking. 

Ceasing this opportunity for alone time, Formaggio eyed you up and down, enjoying what he was seeing. “Hey there bambina… Come here.” 

With that, the mafioso leaned into you and began placing slow but meaningful kisses all over your neck and jaw, his hands still gripping onto your hips tightly. You looked down at him, knowing he should stop, but also not really wanting him to. You bit your lip, looking around the living room for any signs that Mista had come back from his room. There were none.

“Wait what if Mista comes back?” 

“Let him. Who cares? He’s probably thinking the same thing I am.” 

Your attention was soon commanded by a telephone ringing, the sound coming from Mista’s room. You heard the other male go to pick it up, greeting Bruno who was at the other end. It seemed that Mista would be gone for a bit.

You let out a small hum as Formaggio’s hands moved up and down your back. Looking down at him, Formaggio glanced back up at you, his green eyes squinting in his own unique form of mischief, even if his lips didn’t leave from your neck until he was sure he had just left a deep, blood-red mark there. Formaggio gently ran his thumb over the hickey, a toothy grin coming over his face. 

“I wonder where else I can put one of these...”

Your face flushed red at such a comment, assisted by all the alcohol in your system. You felt your desire for him begin to grow larger in the pit of your stomach. You promised both him and Mista that there wouldn’t be anything that night, but you were quickly throwing that promise out the window. Turning around so your chest faced his, you leaned down and took matters into your own hands by kissing the assassin before he could tease you about your broken vow for the night. Formaggio chuckled against you, kissing you back with fervor while his hands went back down to your hips to gently work your body back and forth over his lap. You let out a small whimper into his ear and Formaggio couldn’t help but groan at the erotic sound. He turned to you, no longer smiling. Instead, a look of quiet awe swept over him, the same way it did every time you two slept together. Like he couldn’t believe you were real. That you were his. At least partially.

“Are you okay with this?” 

He asked, his hands still gripping onto you. You answered him by kissing his neck the same way he did to you and at the same time, moving your hips over him without him needing to guide you. Your lips left him for a second and you muttered a shy, “yes.” 

The sound of your voice, combined with you moving over the growing tent in his pants got Formaggio going faster than he’d realized, muttering huskily to himself, “Now that’s the spirit…” 

Knowing you wanted it, his hands began to roam, one moving underneath your shirt to feel you up through your bra, and the other moving to roughly pinch your ass. You flinched forward with a high pitched squeal, subconsciously jolting your hips forward with one harsh movement over his pants, and causing you to moan, and for Formaggio to let out a growl deep in his throat. 

He looked up at you, his lip swollen from your kissing and from biting on it. 

He smiled. “You wanna do that again tesoro?” You remained silent for a moment before shyly nodding. 

His hand went to your ass again, this time giving it a teasing smack, causing you to jolt forward again, much to the pleasure of both of you. Seeing that your partner was encouraging you, you kept your hips moving at the same rough pace, meanwhile, your lips returned to his, both of you getting lost in each other. You couldn’t stay mad at him, no matter how much he provoked you. Your bodily desires began to dominate your thoughts and before long, both of your shirts and your bra had been thrown to the other end of the couch and you were still grinding on him. Formaggio regained his focus when the two of you broke your kiss, eyes blown out in pleasure. 

You leaned back to give him a full view of your chest, prompting the man to gasp out a desperate, “Oh my god…”

Enjoying his view, Formaggio took it one step further, now latching his hot mouth onto one of your nipples, sucking and biting at the tender bud. Your mouth hung open as soft moans poured out, your hands gently running through the other’s red hair.

The two of you were becoming impatient. With one last peck on the lips, you got off of your lover’s lap and both of you hurriedly slipped off your respective pants. 

Formaggio chuckled, bringing his experienced hands up to your hips to pull you back to him. “Who gave you the right to be this sexy?” 

You giggled a bit at his flirting. “I’d ask you the same.” 

“Are you ready? I don’t wanna wait anymore.” 

“Why don’t you find out?” 

You chuckled as you climbed back into his lap, resting your knees at either side of his legs to raise yourself so his face was at eye level with your chest. Getting the hint, Formaggio snaked his hand down in between your legs and placed a confident hand over your clothed pussy. You let out a small gasp, and your knees almost gave out from how sensitive you had become. Formaggio ran his thumb over your covered clit, and you gripped onto the back of the couch in order to not fall forward. Your own hand came down to stroke along your partner’s cock through his boxers, squeezing a bit just where you’d remembered he was most sensitive.

Formaggio let out a loud groan at that and bit his lip to silence himself. “You alright babe?” He asked softly, placing more pressure on the swollen bud.

You smiled. “I should be asking you.”

“Are you alright though?” He asked again, rubbing your clit a little harder. 

You nodded after letting out a moan. “Y-yeah… just really wet…” 

Formaggio tugged the last remaining cloth off of you, your sensitive heat now exposed to the cold air. Formaggio marveled at how wet you were, bringing a hand up to rub little circles around your clit once more. 

“Yeah… you’re ready.” 

It wasn’t long until you both gave in. With a quick motion, Formaggio tugged off his boxers, releasing his hardened cock. Leaning in to give him a deep kiss, your hands came down and gave the length a few tentative strokes before you leaned forward, lining up his head with your entrance. Formaggio groaned feeling your wet warmth seep over him, taking his cock in hand and rubbing its tip with your sensitive slit. You shook desperately at the teasing, your hands coming to Formaggio’s shoulders and gripping tightly. Taking the hint to finally give in, Formaggio aligns himself with your hole. You let out a loud gasp as he sunk your hips down to meet with his until he was finally bottomed out inside of you. You hissed at the brief feeling of discomfort before your hips began to instinctively move up and down to provide sweet friction between you two. You rested your head on Formaggio’s shoulder as your hips worked his cock up and down, your walls squeezing at the head for extra intensity. 

“Mmm… yeah… keep going just like that dear. Oh fuck you’re so tight. You’re so good for me baby.”

Formaggio kept his hands tightly gripping onto your hips as he helped you moved along his shaft, the young man getting more and more turned on by the lustful moans leaving you for him to hear.   

You could stay there forever, being this close to him, in complete bliss. It felt so good. So right. But your drunken mind had forgotten one important thing. Or well… person. 

Without either of you noticing, the door to Mista’s bedroom opened, the younger man walking out, starting to talk to you. 

“Hey (y/n), sorry I was in my room for so long. Fugo had called to talk about a mission next week and it took a long time cause I’m drunk and I can’t really think straight you… know…”

Mista looked up to see you and Formaggio together on his couch, the other man’s back facing him, both of you lost in pleasure and enjoying each other’s company. Hearing the sounds escaping your lips, Mista got the idea of what the two of you were doing, but he didn’t have any idea what he should do about it. He didn’t have to think long however when you glanced up and saw him in standing there, watching you and Formaggio fuck. You stiffened, stopping your hips movements and covering up your chest with your arms. 

Formaggio charmingly asked, “what’s wrong sweetie? Was is feeling too good-wait what?” He snickered before turning around to where you were looking to see Mista as well, muttering an understanding “oh.”

Quickly sobering up, you tried to leave Formaggio’s lap, only to find his strong grip was holding you down onto his cock. You looked over at Mista, unable to meet his gaze, embarrassed that you were still moaning slightly at the pleasurable contact. 

“Mista I’m so sorry I um… I know I promised you I wouldn’t do anything with Formi tonight but um… I’m sorry. And I’ll make it up to you I-”

“Can I join you?” 

Both you and Formaggio were understandably surprised at such words, both turning to the younger stand user curiously. The thought caused you to grow in arousal even further. “Join us?” You asked. 

He walked over to you two, still joined together, and sat nearby on the couch. You glanced down to see that the other man had already become hard in mere moments. Mista glanced up at you, his hand slowly going to stroke his own length through the fabric of his pants. 

“Yeah… I figure I could get better at fucking you if I learn from him, (y/n). Plus… it’s kinda hot.”

Reaching over, Mista placed a tentative hand on one of your bare tits, the other hand more roughly stroking himself. You watched as Mista’s face grew bright red in embarrassment and desperation. You got the sense that he’s had the idea of joining you and Formaggio for a while now. Speaking of which, Formaggio soon took you out of your drunken thoughts by cackling loudly at what Mista was proposing. All three of you lacked common sense after a night of drinks, and it had already begun to show. 

“So you think I’m better than you huh? Alright, fine.” 

Formaggio looked Mista up and down, the assassin’s confidence boring a hole into the young man’s embarrassment. Mista sighed, slowly nodding. 

“Yeah. I do.” He muttered shyly. 

You sighed. “Or… you two could share me.”

The two men looked at each other, a smile on each of their faces. A smile came to you, leaning down to grasp Mista’s face in one hand, meeting your lips with his. The other hand brought Formaggio’s mouth to your tits. He soon figured what you wanted and resumed his ministrations there, biting and sucking at your sensitive skin. 

Mista hungrily leaned into your touch, bringing the kiss deeper as his tongue intertwined with yours. The noises leaving him signaled that he was already hard enough to take you, but Formaggio was having none of that. 

He placed a strong hand on the other man’s shoulder. “Sit down Mista. I’ll teach you a few pointers, but I’m going first.” He growled before grabbing your chin in one hand to pry you two apart, taking your lips for his own. Mista sat back and watched the two lovers return to their previous passions before he so rudely interrupted them. Too desperate to remain in his clothes, Mista stripped down and sat next to you on the couch, his hand going down his body to start stroking his already sensitive cock. 

It didn’t take much to get Guido Mista going. The fact that he wasn’t the most experienced sexually didn’t help his case either. Just one sight of you getting fucked by someone obviously more adept than him, had his cock twitching and beginning to leak precum. 

Formaggio, amidst his rough pounding of your body, eyed the other’s member, seeing how turned on he was. It gave him quite the ego boost to have the younger soldato realize that you belonged to him, the man fucking you in that moment instead of the boy pathetically watching. 

Mista wanted to learn from him on how to please you.  

Formaggio’s hips sped up further, the pressure in his lower half building ever closer to his release. He watched your face twist in euphoria, until an idea came to him. His hand came behind you, and in a swift motion, he slapped down hard on your ass in a loud spanking. You moaned loudly at the slap before Formaggio took your cheeks in his hand again and turned you to face Mista, who was still jacking off at the sight of you two. 

“Go on dolcezza, tell Guido how good it feels for me to fuck you.” 

Mista groaned at such words. He didn’t know why getting cucked like this by Formaggio did so much to him. All three of you were into it, but no one knew why. 

Formaggio spanked you again, harder this time. “Go on sweetie, tell him. Tell him how much you also like it when I spank you.” 

You whimpered as Formaggio lifted you up higher to bounce you up and down his shaft. “Oh god. It feels so good, he fills me so well ugh…”

Formaggio spanked you again. “Is he better than me?”

You bit down hard on your lip, too embarrassed to say. One last strike on your ass caused you to blurt out, “no… you’re better Formi!”

Mista hissed after hearing you say that, reaching his first climax, his cum running down his hand, yet his member remained hard all the same. You grabbed his hand away from his length, leaving him trembling. Making eye contact with him, you brought his hand to your mouth, sucking and licking the cum off his fingers, an act that had both men groaning in needy desire for you. Formaggio bit onto his lip hard. His cock was reaching its peak. Hurriedly, he let go of his tight grip on your hips. 

“Get off (y/n). I wanna cum in your mouth.”

You quickly get off of his lap, kneeling in front of him on the floor. You were about to suck him off before he spoke again. 

“Aww come on dear. Don’t you think you should help Mista too? Don’t be selfish, baby, he should find out how much you love being taken from behind…” 

He grinned and Mista let out a moan, his hand already working up to his second orgasm. You smiled, sharing a knowing look with the assassin before you climbed onto the couch on all fours and began to blow him. Mista brought his hand up to your dripping heat, and ran a nervous finger over your aching clit, causing you to moan around the other man’s cock. You focused on your attention on the blow job, bobbing your head up and down the long shaft. Mista hesitated to move forward into you, wondering if he should ask for what to do. 

Formaggio rolled his eyes at the other’s nerves. “Just take her already, man. She’s a big girl, she can take it.” 

He teased, prompting Mista to get on his knees, lining his rod with your gaping hole. You were feeling too empty after Formaggio had pulled out, a problem Mista was about to fix. 

In one quick motion, Mista plunged into you and you gasped, stopping your blow job for a moment. Mista wasn’t as long as Formaggio, but oh god was he thicker. It felt so good to have him inside you. He started off with slow, shallow thrusts, nervous that he might hurt you or that you didn’t like what he was doing. Of course, he was wrong. One harder thrust already had you losing your mind on his cock. 

“Oh god… Mista.” 

You whimpered before Formaggio grabbed a fistful of your hair and brought you down on his cock, its tip reaching the back of your throat.   

“Pay attention to me baby, keep blowing me. I’ll teach Mista how to fuck you right.” 

Humming in pleasure as you continued using your mouth on him, Formaggio leaned back, his body slick with sweat from your efforts. Both men were lost in pleasure over how incredible you made them feel. Still, the two of them were nothing if not troublemakers. 

“Hey Mista, enough of this pathetic ‘love-making’ shit. You gotta do better than that. Hasn’t (y/n) told you how much she likes it rough?” 

He grinned, keeping your head down as he rammed his length in and out of your mouth, gagging you slightly. It wasn’t long until, with one final thrust, the assassin reached his limit and came down your throat. You choked a bit, but managed to swallow it all down. Formaggio let go of your hair, brushing it out of your pretty, blushing face. He didn’t realize how much he’d fallen back in love with you. You were so good for him. 

Formaggio smiled, still panting. “Oh god… I love you baby. Come here.” 

He pulled you forward, giving you a brief kiss before you broke the contact with a moan at one of Mista’s particularly hard movements. Mista, having seen how rough the other man was handling you, threw his hesitation out the window and began to pound you even faster. Formaggio reveled in your elated expression at the quickened pace and decided to kick it up a notch. 

“Hey Mista, has (y/n) ever told you how much she loved having her hair pulled?” 

Formaggio joked breathlessly, still recovering slightly from his huge orgasm. Mista looked down at your moaning form as you bounced desperately on his cock, an overconfidence smirk coming to him at his new found arrogance. 

“No ‘Formi’, I don’t think she has!” 

He teased back, grabbing your hair in one hand and pulling it back to fuck you even harder than before. Your head came back and Mista leaned forward to make eye contact with you as he ground his hips against yours. Both of you felt your orgasms approaching. 

Formaggio a little embarrassed at Mista using his pet name, nonetheless, turned to you in confidence. “Does it feel good baby? Do you like his dick?”

“Y-yeah… it feels so good.” You managed to moan out. 

“Are you gonna cum from him fucking you, baby?” 

“Y-yeah…” 

Formaggio reached down, a practiced finger moving to rub directly on your clit. The action brought you over the edge, and soon you let out a loud gasp as your climax washed over you, causing your whole form to tremble in jubilation. Feeling your walls clench down on his length, Mista reached his end soon after, pulling out and cumming all over your back. 

Formaggio set you down gently on the couch while Mista came to his senses, the three of you all panting in the thick, musky air of the apartment. You were the first to speak. 

“Oh my god… that was incredible you two.”

You giggled. You tried standing up to get dressed, your legs failing you after your intense climax. Formaggio caught your fall, and you shyly thanked him. 

“Umm… we should do that again sometime…” 

The prospect caused the two light headed men to look at each other in shock. “Really? You wanna?!” 

You grinned mischievously and each of them remembered why they fell in love with you. You were just as nuts as they were. 

“Yeah, are you kidding? A girl can’t just pass up another night with her two boyfriends.” 

Formaggio raised an eyebrow at the last part. “Two boyfriends huh? I thought I was just the side piece.” 

You chuckled, finally finding enough strength to stand up over them. 

“I’ll keep you around for more caro. I love you too much not to. Both of you. Now... I feel gross. Which one of you boys wants to join me in the shower?” 

Both Mista and Formaggio looked at you in shock at your crude words, watching you head down the hall. Mista turned to Formaggio. 

“How’d we get so lucky?” 

“You mean how’d I get so lucky? I had her first…” 

Mista rolled his eyes. “Alright stronzo, how’d you get so lucky?” 

Formaggio thought for a moment, realizing how incredible you really were. “I don’t even know…” 

With that, the two of them shared a grin and rushed down the hall as well to head to where you were. The fun was only beginning for that night.

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I wrote a drabble featuring Monsrage and Hikari. Enjoy.

The centre of his chest had started beating a lot faster than before.

Whenever he either glanced or crossed paths with the mortal.

How could this be? He hardly felt this tornado of emotions and feelings ever since... for how long? More than thousands of years? He, feeling his weary old age while still having quite a battle strong, sculptured and youthfully body. He thought ever since he had to put a stop to his passionate relationship with his very first partner, he would never have the chance to pursue the pleasurably blissful feelings he once felt the moment he fulfilled the order to tie the knot with Chemia at the request of his elders and the approval of the Heads.

He was apparently wrong.

This human man (or lad, in his opinion because he still looked quite young for someone around forty years old in human age) had somehow, even without trying, tugged something within him. Made him feel this long buried emotion... Again.

From what he knew, the object of his current curiosity happened to be the younger brother of the celebrity human his own son, Draxum, in one of his favorite grandsons, Michelangelo's words; "is in a relationship with". When he heard the latest word regarding his son, he and his wife, Chemia went to visit their son whom they had for long never heard from, and found him living with a rat mutant and four mutant turtles (somehow in a way, are their sons). Surprises aside, Monsrage was absolutely over delighted to not only be finally reunited with his distanced son but to also meet his son's mate (although that part was initially and fervently denied by both parties, his son and the former human martial arts celebrity) as well as getting to know his mutant grandchildren, making him one happy "old" yokai grandpa. He loved all his four turtle grandchildren equally especially Michelangelo, who possessed a sweet, innocent heart of a child even though he was a teenager.

Speaking of child, that word alone did him refresh himself a forgotten memory...

30 years ago...

He was panting in great pain. Clutching his heavily bleeding upper left arm as he struggled to rest under a pink blossomed tree in the woods, his head throbbing with jabbing pain. He was at the human realm, world away from the Hidden City, pursuing a fleeing enemy. They both fought and he managed to subdue the menace but also got his own share of injuries... He was no doctor of course, the only option he could think on how to stop the pain going worse was to lick his wound but he was too preoccupied with the stinging pain to do it...

"Hiroki, look!"

"Is that... A real yokai?!"

The warrior beast yokai tensed at the sound of... children? He got up and tried to get up to flee but only tripped, ten folding his grievous pain.

"UNGH!" He bit his bottom lip to refrain himself from roaring in agony. Great. Just great. Now, he just got discovered by a few humans and soon, he would have to face...

"W-Wait! It's okay, we're not gonna hurt you!" A little human boy came and knelt down before him. "We won't tell anyone about you at all, right, Hiroki?"

"Yeah!" A little girl looked almost like the boy quipped. Monsrage could guess that they were twins. "What happened? You look terribly hurt." Monsrage did not answer her innocent inquiry, remembering to be on his guard.

"Hiroki, can you go and secretly get the first aid kit without anyone seeing you? Look out especially for Saki nissan." The boy asked.

"Okay, I'll be right back in a moment! Wait here with him!" The girl ran off. The boy stayed by his side, fishing out a handkerchief and moistening it with water from a bottle, wiped away the beads of sweat from his body as well asd abbed away some of the blood from the wound. The girl came back soon with a handled white box with a red symbol. Both children tended to his injuries and gave him something to eat from their lunchboxes. As he recovered day by day, he often watched them play their games and halfway through healing, he even participated having fun with them while hiding in the woods away from other humans. He grew especially fond of the little boy, Hikari who was the very first human person who showed him kindness and compassion despite them being different in species and age. He remembered the look of pure fascination the boy had in his eyes when he told him his name and exclamations of delight whenever he turned to his beast like form and gave him and his sister rides. He also recalled the tears in his eyes when he had to say goodbye and leave him and his sister once he was well...

That was so long ago. He never knew nor expected to meet the little boy again who was now a grown man, when Lou (his son, Draxum's marked mate) invited him over to see his family and announced that he and Draxum are a couple now. Understandably, there was some concerns regarding the questionable past but surprisingly, everything worked out well and he was happy for both his son and his beloved, wishing them well and to pursue their happiness together.

If only he could sort out the problem he was facing now. Facing before the man who he once met and now, was responsible for rekindling the long ago buried emotions. It did not take him long to be hit with the unavoidable truth revelation only he and he alone realized...

He was in love again. With the very little boy who saved him from his pain thirty years ago.

But the question now is...

Does Hikari recognize him? More importantly, has his opinion about him remained neutral or does he even feel the same way Monsrage feels about him?

Only time can tell. And Monsrage feared the very day. His mind filled with terrifying possibilities he did not want to think about. He did not want to go through the same pains he suffered years ago...

And that's pretty much the story, for now. Writing isn't much of my strength but I did enjoy writing about them and I got to say, I am pretty proud out it turned out!