#it's like a little challenge and i get to tick them off my pretty to do lists

[finniestoncrane]

took a couple days to just process things but today i have regained my mojo and have managed to write about 5k words at my desk. finished off five fics and i've managed to get my queue all sorted so there's four things a week up until the end of june so i'm WAY ahead of myself, which means more breaks (or more commission time if you are so inclined u-u)

but yeah, it's been a good day!!

[fallenneziah]

Summary: You've been known to sleep around with the soldiers on base. It wasn't a secret. It also wasn't a secret that you fake most of your orgasms... Ghost takes that as a challenge.

CW: PiV, afab! Reader, uses she/her, multiple orgasms, rough sex, creampie, oral (m! receiving), overstimulation, fingering, and the reader is pretty much a barracks bunny. Not beta read... still doing smut though I can never tell if it gets better.

A/n: I really wanted to do kinktober but I was late... So um, have this??

It wasn't a secret that you were something of a barracks bunny. You caught the eye of recruits, and whoever of them made your insides tingle you were more than likely to spend a night with. You didn't care to try and keep it a secret. Although, your sexual experiences with most of the recruits and the younger men were… less than world-shaking.

They were good, their dick often leaving you mostly satisfied and feeling like you've had a five-inch stake driven into your cunt for ten to twenty minutes.

But you were also rumoured and soon confirmed to fake most of your orgasms. Sure, the hookups were fun, but you did end up faking most of your orgasms because it simply didn't do it for you.

Whether the recruit was rough or gentle, something was missing that pushed you over the edge.

But hey, you let the recruits get their load off you, so they weren't complaining either way.

Except for a certain someone.

Ghost was hardly the person you'd find sleeping around with anyone, men or women. The occasional quick fuck void of attachment and emotions back home in his small Manchester flat wasn't new though.

Once he fucked someone's brains out, they were out the door and not to set foot again. He didn't think anything of this. It's how it was, how it would continue to be.

But the constant talk of your happy little ass sleeping with every relatively attractive recruit in sight ticked something inside him.

Maybe he secretly wished he could get a hold of you, tame you down, get you down on your knees, and ensure you stayed.

Perhaps the idea of making you his bitch and getting you away from the other sources of pleasure you could find.

And then he learned about it. Little missy wandering around, getting fucked left and right, and every orgasm has to be driven out of her by herself. Something about that. About knowing you faked each orgasm with each soldier just to fuck yourself silly until it hit right.

These recruits were insufferable. None of them could drive you out of this little spiral you thought you had to control. Fuck a man, fake an orgasm and then sleep it off like nothing.

That's the challenge. That's what Ghost saw. A challenge and a reward. And he knew you'd been wanting to sleep with him for ages. He knew, and he wasn't as dimwitted as some people liked to think.

He practically bristled when he saw you walk into the canteen that afternoon, hips swinging, a small stiff in your step, but you looked mostly in one piece. Another recruit following behind you, looking on a mission to tell his squadmates of the night he had with you.

It made his hands tighten, and whiskey eyes lock on you as you walked past, seeming fine regardless of the night. His hand reached out, firmly gripping your hip so you couldn't go any further, capturing your attention.

"Lieutenant?" You asked, your eyes shifting from his large gloved hand up his forearm to meet his gaze.

"You best get yourself in check, soldier," he warned in a low tone, his hand squeezing your hip, nudging you back, his voice growing quieter.

"My barracks. Midnight."

Your cheeks went a little pink. You had the hots for the lieutenant for a lifetime. Part of you felt he would give you something you desperately needed, yet he's never spared you more than a glance.

You smirk softly. "You got it."

He doesn't respond at all. His hand releases you, and he lets you on your way.

You made it to your table, sitting among a small group you'd accumulated over your few years on base. The thought of getting in a bed with your lieutenant was now fresh on your mind, already having your stomach twisting.

However… You'd yet to meet someone truly who could make you feel how you wanted to. Roughed up, played with, fucked until your brain was smoother than a stone, and your name was a challenge to recall.

Was it that hard to ask?? You couldn't help feeling you might be sourly disappointed.

But you'd wait. Also making sure things in your room are charged just in case the night turned as you hoped it wouldn't.

The day drew on, and you continued through your tasks, finishing your work just in time to catch a shower and spend some alone time in your room as you pleased before your wristwatch beeped.

It was about time to see a certain lieutenant.

Ghost was waiting for you. How you figured he wouldn't was a wonder, but you didn't expect him to be standing there. Right there.

You slipped into the room, closing the door behind you. The lights were off, and his silhouette blocked the little light coming through the closed blinds. Your fingers search for the light switch, but his hand stops you.

Gloves still on, he pulls your wrist away, the other hand finding the lock on the door behind you and flicking it closed.

You already felt your heart rate picking up in excitement as he maneuvered through the darkness of his room, keeping you against the wall and at his whim.

"I didn't think it would start like this." You say, your back arching off the wall a tad before relaxing against when his figure pressed closer.

"Wrong of you to think you'd get a say."

His rumbled voice makes you shiver softly.

"I'm not complaining."

He seemed to scoff, pressing against you and making you suck in a sharp breath. His crotch pressing against your own, his large hands gripping your waist to hold you in place.

"Not yet."

He sounded like a predator about to sink his teeth into you, and it was such a turn-on.

His gloved hands grip your hips, lifting you from the floor and pulling your legs up around his waist. You can feel the thick outline of his cock, and it makes you gasp softly.

He takes you to the bed, dumping you onto the sheets. His hands find your clothes, pulling them from you, stripping you down to your underwear. He wasn't wasting time, your eyes adjusting and letting you see more of his figure clearly as he moved your limbs how he wanted to.

He was commanding, your body felt like putty in his hands, and you weren't sure you wanted to fight it.

Your cunt throbbed as he tugged you up the bed by your hips, crawling between your legs and forcing them apart.

His rough gloves feel foreign against your skin, tugging your underwear from your hips and tossing the thin fabric off the bed.

"Stay still." His voice rumbles through your body again. Your first thought of those scarred lips going for what they wanted. One hand kept your hips still, situating his body between your legs so you couldn't do much to fight him if you wanted to. You shiver, watching him pull his mask up over the bridge of his nose and pull his glove off between his teeth.

The second glove gets pulled off, and he lets it fall onto the bed next to you. The sound of his belt coming undone, the leather sliding against itself. His zipper came down, and he freed his cock.

You were already squirming, wanting to feel it. His large hand presses against your stomach, pushing you back down into the bed. "Easy. Keep still." His hand slides back down, your breathing stopping briefly when you felt his calloused thumb rub your clit. He was quiet, pressing up into your body, gently massaging it.

It makes you shiver, his index finger rubbing through your labia and down to your slit, tracing his fingers around your entrance. Feeling how tight you were despite your nasty habit of seeking out other men. He knows you could be so much tighter, knowing what a fucking slut you were.

Pressing his finger into your entrance, the warmth of your walls tightening around him, feeling him slip inside you. He doesn't give a warning before his second finger presses into you, both invading the warmth of your cunt. "That's it." His fingers pump into you, rubbing along your walls, rough callouses giving you a hint of edge with each stroke.

Your hands grip the sheets as he works his fingers inside you, a third slipping in as he feels the stretch of your walls. His palm rubs your clit, making you suck in a sharp breath and moan. It was a little too loud, causing Ghost to withdraw his fingers from you and grab your thigh.

He flips you over, his hand grabbing your face and shoving it into the bed. You startle a little, tensing up, but he knocks your knees apart again and forces his fingers back in, his other hand keeping your head firmly planted in the pillows. Your cunt clenches around his fingers. They work inside you quicker, pressing into your walls and driving inside you.

"Stay. I never allowed you to get loud, pretty thing." Ghost rumbles, feeling your cunt clench, dripping in excitement as his large fingers pick up pace inside your cunt.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly you were on edge. Your hands grip the sheets, hips starting to rock against his hand. Your breath comes out in small pants, muffled by the pillow. His large fingers felt so good inside you. Better than any recruit you've laid with.

You squirm, and as quickly as you do, his hand moves from your head to span your ass, cupping the perfectly round flesh and squeezing it between his fingers. His fingers pick up pace, driving deep into your cunt, fast and barely giving you time. Slick popping from his quick pace inside you. His fingers bullying your cunt, finding your g-spot and hitting relentlessly.

Your hips twitch, your back arching, and you can't help but moan loudly when you hit that first orgasm.

Ghost smirks, the scar along his lip pulling the skin up slightly. He pulls his fingers out, drawing them apart to see your slick and spend ripping between them. Your body shivering a little. "One." He counts, tasting your cum on his fingers.

He turns you onto your back, leaning over your body and pressing his lips to yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth. The taste of your cum and his saliva made your head spin, your hands gripping the front of his shirt as he kisses you.

You moan into his mouth as his hand slides between your legs, cupping your cunt and rubbing your clit. Your hips jump a little, his rough palm pressed against your lower pelvis, his fingers teasing along your slick cunt.

He nips your bottom lip, pushing you away before the kiss can properly end and keeps you held down in the sheets, his hand curling around your throat while the other continues to rub through your labia. Teasing your clit, rubbing it and pinching it. "Cumming for me already…" Ghost rumbled. "Just like I knew you would."

"I'm not done with you yet."

You moan, your head pressing back into the sheets as you start to rock your hips. Trying to feel more of his rough fingers, wanting his fingers back inside you.

"Beg." His tone is firm, and commanding. You look up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Please," you moan, watching him grin and press his fingers against your hole.

"Please, what?"

You squirm, pressing your hips into his fingers. "Please fuck me with your fingers."

You could swear he was mocking you, slowly pushing his fingers back into your cunt.

"You can do better than that," Ghost taunts.

You whimper, trying to nudge your hips back, and you feel his fingers pull away. He forces your thigh further out again, teasing your clit with his thumb. You mumble under your breath, trying to lean away, his fingers stroking along your slit again.

"Please… I need them. I need this, please." You whine, once again trying not to squirm with your desperation growing in place of your excitement.

His fingers press back into your cunt, and you moan. Your hips jolt, rolling against his hand as he drives his fingers into your cunt, hitting deep inside you. "Fuck. Fuck, I- ah-"

He doesn't hold you down like before, allowing your hips to move, fucking his fingers, your slick making obscene sounds.

Your lips part, moaning over his hand, still firm on your throat, fingers pulling you apart. Driving into you, his eyes watching your face in the darkness with each desperate thrust up into his fingers. Looking like a pathetic whore. But that's how Ghost wanted you.

That's how he liked it. He would ruin you. He'd show those recruits how it was done, and cut you down a peg. He'd get you so overfucked you'd only be able to remember his name.

His fingers bullying your g-spot, knuckles coated in your slick, the walls of your cunt flexing around him. Once again, before long, he had you drawn out, moaning loudly.

He pulls his fingers out of you, the sticky string slick between his fingers as he pulls them apart. "Two," he counts, watching you pant, hips squirming and thighs quivering.

Ghost leans down, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. His fingers press to your lips, pushing them past. You groan, sucking on his fingers, tasting you on his hand. Sucking them and running your tongue along them until he pulled out, lightly slapping your face. His other hand released your throat.

He moved back on the bed, planting his feet back on the floor and pushing down his jeans over his thighs more, taking his large cock in his hand.

"Hands and knees, sweetheart."

You panted, knees still quivering, but you shifted onto your stomach, onto your hands and knees. Looking up at him, smirking. The smirk didn't bother Ghost, he already had you under him. He was already the first way through ruining you, so many would never really pleasure you again like he did.

Tapping his cock against your cheek, letting you feel the weight and the size against you.

"Open," he orders, watching you part your lips and lean forward to take the head between your lips. Your tongue runs across it, eyes shut.

He gripped your hair, yanking you forward and forcing you to take half his cock down your throat. Gagging on it tears stinging the corners of your eyes as he forced you further down, fucking your mouth.

"If you're gonna suck it, do it like you mean it." He spits, driving his cock into your throat, hearing your desperate noises, trying to draw in the air over his cock suffocating your throat. Feeling the smooth skin of his heavy cock against your tongue. The skin pulls back over his head along your tongue.

You could feel him, his cock dragging deep into your warm throat and then pulling out, giving you a much steadier rhythm for redemption.

He didn't give you a chance to take control, keeping his grip firm on your hair and driving himself into your throat.

You gag around him, feeling the burn in the back of your throat, eyes watering as he keeps you there, your lips stretching around his thick shaft, spit leaking from the corners of your lips.

The heaviness of his cock on your tongue, salty pre-cum pooling at the back of your throat, tongue gliding over throbbing cockhead.

Ghost pulls his cock from your mouth, slapping your cheek with it and then forcing it back between your lips. He pulls your head back, pressing his cock back into your throat, his balls slapping your chin as he fucks your throat.

The sting in your eyes and the way your lungs burned made your head spin. You could feel your cunt dripping, wanting to feel him inside you.

He didn't let you keep it that steady.

Your head bobbed along his cock, spit coating his length and slicking up your cheeks, the sound of him fucking your mouth. It's what he wanted, making you choke and gag on his cock.

It let you know who was in control. Not you. You wouldn't have one ounce of control.

You were desperate to try and keep up with his rough pace, his hips snapping into your mouth. You moaned around him, looking up at him. His hand tightened in your hair, keeping your head still while he fucked your mouth, groaning under his breath.

He pulled out, holding you firmly in place so you couldn't chase his cock.

"On your back. Now."

You do as he says, turning onto your back and spreading your legs.

Ghost pushes his jeans down further, grabbing your legs and tugging them around his waist. His hand presses against your lower stomach, pushing you down into the bed while his other hand grips the base of his cock.

You whimper, trying to keep your eyes on him and watch him as he strokes his cock, keeping you in place. You attempt to squirm, but he keeps you still, ordering you to stay quiet. He drags his cock through your soaked cunt, pre-cum slathering across your clit and dripping down into the mess of your cunt.

"Lieutenant, please," you whimper, hips trying to press up, and he pushes you back down.

"Please what?" Ghost asks, smirking down at you. He was so in control here, you were the one under him. You were the one who was going to get fucked tonight.

"Please, I need you inside me."

"Mmm, you're such a slut… bet you'd take any cock, wouldn't you sweetheart?" His cock smacks against your clit, making your hips jump a little.

"Just yours."

He smirked. "That's what I like to hear."

He pushed forward, slowly pushing the head of his cock inside you. Your breath catches in your throat, back arching, trying to force more of him into you. He presses his palm into your lower stomach, pushing you back into the mattress. His cock gradually slides inside you, stretching you more, feeling the tightness of your cunt trying to handle a size it wasn't used to.

His hips press forward, feeding his cock into your cunt and stretching you out so nicely. You felt so good around him. Tight, warm, clenching at the size of his cock.

"That's it, such a good girl."

He starts a slow pace, driving his cock in and out of your cunt. Making you feel him, feel every inch of his cock. His hand moves from your stomach, finding your clit and rubbing it roughly. It was too much, the sensations making you moan loudly.

"Shhh, quiet. You don't get to do that," Ghost orders.

You whimper, nodding your head and trying to lean your head back into the pillow. His cock plunges into you harder.

"Do I need to gag you again, sweetheart?"

He gripped your hair and pulled your head back harshly to look back at him. His hips snapped forward, thrusting his cock deep into your cunt.

"N-no. I won't." You say.

His grip loosens, but he continues to fuck you, hips snapping forward suddenly. Your thighs squeeze either side of his hips, heels digging into the skin of his ass as he lifts your hips with his cock.

"Mmm, I think it's more you don't want to." Ghost says.

You whimper, nodding your head. You wanted to be a good girl for him. You want to be quiet for him. But it was almost impossible as he fucked your brain out.

"You're so wet for me, so tight. I bet you cum just from thinking about me, don't you?"

You nod your head, moaning and biting your lip to try and stifle your noises.

His hands grip your waist, pulling you down into his cock and making you take it all.

Your pussy throbs around his cock, his thickness, utterly wrecking your cunt. His cock bullying your insides, finding your g-spot and making you come undone again, orgasming around his cock.

Ghost pulls his cock out, watching you squirm and moan loudly. "Three." He counts. He flips you back over, firmly pressing his hand into your hip.

He leans over you, shoving your face into the pillow and spanking your ass. "I thought I told you to be quiet."

He pushes his cock back inside you, gripping your hips and holding you still as he fucks you.

"One was for being a good girl."

You yelp as he slaps your ass again.

"Two was for being a slut."

You whimper, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

He keeps his hand pressed into your hips and keeps your ass upturned. His hips snap forward, driving his cock deep inside your cunt.

"And three will be for never listening to me. Because you're a bad girl. My bad girl."

His cock smacks against you when he pulls out, making you moan loudly. His hand moved from your hip, jerking your chin up and forcing you to look into his eyes.

"What are you?" He asks, cock slamming back into you.

"I'm a bad girl," you mewl out.

"That's right, baby," He says, leaning down and biting your neck. You cry out, moaning loudly. His hand grabbed your hair, tugging your head back and holding your neck.

"Mine." Ghost growls into your ear.

He slams his cock deep inside you, making you moan loudly. Your pussy clenched around him, gripping his cock tightly. He grunted, his hips thrusting forward and slamming his cock into you.

You cry out in pleasure, yet want it to stop.

He smirks widely. "Look at you…" He chuckles, leaning into your ear. "Like this for me… just like this… like a slut."

You moan loudly, your cunt throbbing around his cock. Your hands grip the sheets tightly, trying to keep yourself steady as he fucks you.

"Such a good girl…" He groans, his voice husky and breathless. "Such a good slut."

You shiver, nodding your head.

Ghost pushes your body down into the bed, lifting your ass further and continuing to fuck you. His fingers grip your ass tightly, his nails digging into your skin. "Do you like this? Getting fucked by your lieutenant?" He asks, his hand moving to your lower back, pushing you down further. "Fuck, who am I kidding… I know you do."

You whimper pitifully. You were so close again.

Ghost slaps your ass again, smirking. "I like it when you're a slut for me. What about you, baby?"

You whimper, nodding your head. "I like being your slut."

"I think you do, sweetheart…" He says.

You nod your head, moaning and whimpering in excitement. Ghost smirks, giving your ass a hard slap. "Beg for it…"

You whimpered. "Please- please fuck-" You say, moaning out.

"Keep begging…" He says, pulling out. He pulls your hips up, making you kneel up on the bed. He pushes your chest down, causing your ass to stick up in the air, exposed and ready for his cock. He spanks your ass, making you yelp.

"I bet you'd like to be fucked by me all day, wouldn't you? Be my little cock-sleeve." He says, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

He slaps your ass again, spanking you.

You whimper, trying to plead with him.

He grips your hips, slamming into you hard. His cock drives inside you, wrecking your cunt and filling you. His fingers dig into your hips and ass, holding you still as he fucks you.

He pulls you up, pushing his cock deep inside you and making you cry. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you back into him.

"Oh god," you moan, your head leaning back into his shoulder.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby…" Ghost groans.

"Please," you cry out. "N-no more…" The overstimulation to your pussy was too much.

His hips snap hard against you, his cock thrusting into you hard.

He pulls you back up, making you sit up on his lap. He leans you back against his chest, his hand moving to your hip. He registers your cry of pleasure as his cock thrusts into you again and again, his hips snapping forward.

He reaches around you, finding your clit and rubbing it roughly. You moan loudly, leaning back against him.

Ghost leans down and nibbles at your neck.

You feel his cock swell inside you, pulsing and throbbing inside you. He could feel his undoing soon. He bites down on your shoulder, making you cry out in pleasure. He thrusts his cock into you, hitting deep inside you and making your toes curl.

He grabs your hips, pulling them down and burying his cock deep inside you. He feels his cock throb and swell, filling your cunt with his seed.

He grunts loudly, holding you down against his cock as he rides out his orgasm. You moan, gripping his shoulders and pushing back against him.

"Mmm… that's it sweetheart… take all of it… cum for me…" Ghost moans.

His cock throbs inside you, spurting his load into your cunt. You moan loudly, feeling your release. Your legs tremble, thighs shaking as you cum around his cock. One last time before your body felt completely boneless, the dry orgasm pumping around the load of seed filling you deep, swelling in your cunt. Ghost pants, holding you up against him as he breathes heavily, your body limp in his arms. He kisses your shoulder softly, rubbing your belly.

"That was… mmm…" Ghost says, licking his lips and kissing your neck. "So good…"

You pant softly, leaning your head back and looking up at him. "I'm tired."

He chuckles lightly. "Go ahead and sleep… I'll clean you up."

"Okay." You smile a little. He helps you lie down on the bed, pulling his softening cock from your cunt. You feel the warm mess seep from you, coating your thighs and making you shiver.

[im-ovulating]

For Kinktober: anything with Jasper Whitlock, but preferably size kink (short reader), voice kink, hand kink, and some on top of the clothes action / sex in the clothes. Choose all of it or one, I don't care, just having a brainrot about him: my ovaries explode every time I see this gif

(A/n: Kinktober Day 6/15! I wanted to keep all of this year's kinktober fics below 2.5k, but this one got away from me ;v;)

Word Count: 3,842

Summary- Well, you HAVE to take on his challenge -I mean, experiment. It's only the responisble thing to do as his study partner.

Warnings: Strip game, Fingering, PIV, Creampie, Cocky! Jasper, Not proofread

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Jasper Whitlock x Fem! Reader: Study Buddy

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"Did you know that predators have front-facing eyes, but prey normally have eyes on the side of their faces?" You ask Jasper as you scan your textbook. He had agreed to help you study for an upcoming test. "It's because the prey has to be able to look out for danger."

Not only is evolutionary bio not your strongest subject, but your professor is an asshat so you really can't afford to fail this test.

"I did," he mumbles as he highlights a section that he thinks you should go through again. "Did you know that when two animals make eye contact, the first to look away is the submissive?" Jasper asks back.

"That's gotta be BS, right? What if one just doesn't want to look at the other's ugly mug?" Your retort is weak, but your tone has the confidence of a straight, cis, white man who's telling you what your own name means.

Jasper lets out a small, huffed laugh and finally looks up at you, warm gold meeting e/c. "I don't think animals think that way, darlin'."

"Are you an animal whisperer?" You snark, crossing your arms with a cocked eyebrow.

"Do you really think it's not real?" He gets back on topic. When you shake your head, he turns his chair towards you before doing the same to your own so you both face each other. "Really? Then, let's test that theory, hm? You seem pretty confident in yourself, so what's the harm?"

"I seem pretty confident because I am pretty confident." You mark your place and shut the textbook.

He chuckles with a small shake of the head. Leaning back in his chair with one arm thrown over the back, Jasper says, "Let's play a game."

"We're supposed to be studyin-" "It's a science experiment."

When you fall back against your seat, he continues. "We'll make eye contact, we'll stare at each other, and the first to look away loses. And if you lose..." he smirks a little, "you lose a piece of clothing. Best out of five wins."

You chew on your lip as you mull it over. You're confident that you can keep eye contact. And the submissive thing is bullshit, anyway, so it's not like your pride will take a hit. "So, strip poker but with a staring contest?" He nods.

"Exactly."

"...okay."

You meet Jasper's warm golden gaze, determination etched on your face. There's no way you're going to lose this little game of his.

"I know what's going to happen. You're going to give in; you can't take the pressure." You ignore him, zeroing on a small fleck of dark gold in his eyes to ground your thoughts.

As the seconds tick by, you resist the urge to look away, focused solely on holding Jasper's stare. His voice, low and smooth, sends shivers down your spine. "That's a good girl, keeping those pretty eyes on me."

Your breath catches at the sudden praise, your lips parting in a small, silent gasp. You won't let him distract you that easily, though. You're in it to win it.

Jasper's long, slender fingers drum lightly against his jean-clad thigh, drawing your gaze for just a moment before you force yourself to look back into his eyes. His lips curve into a knowing smirk.

It takes you a second to realize. "...fuck!"

"That's my round, darlin'." He goads.

With a small grumble and more force than necessary, you all but rip your socks off and throw them at his head. He catches them before they even get close. You're less coordinated in your attempt to dodge them, and all you can do is grumble more when they hit you square in the middle of your face.

"Stop looking so smug - there's still plenty of time for me to whoop your ass." You can't decide if you want to wipe that dumb-ass, unfairly charming smirk off his equally handsome face or if you want to pull him in and kiss him silly. Probably both... Yeah, both is good.

Jasper's eyes gleam with amusement as he watches your continued huffing and puffing. He leans back in his chair, his fingers still tapping against his leg.

"Don't be so sour, darlin'," he grins, his voice low and velvety smooth. "The game's just getting started."

You narrow your eyes at him, determined not to let his distracting voice and looks throw you off this time. "Just shut up and start the next round, Whitlock."

He chuckles, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he holds your gaze. The air crackles with tension as you both refuse to back down, each daring the other to be the first to look away.

The seconds tick by, the only sound the quiet rhythm of your breathing. You can feel the weight of Jasper's stare, intense and captivating, drawing you in. Your pulse quickens, palms growing sweaty, but you refuse to lose again.

Just when you think you might actually win this round, Jasper's lips curve into a slow, predatory smile. "You know you want to look away. You want to give in, to submit; it's in your DNA. C'mon... Just look away, prove what we both already know: that when it comes down to it, you'd do nothing but roll over and show your belly..."

You roll your eyes in a subconscious attempt to ignore how his words, no matter how much they were shit talking, made your heart leap into your throat. With a triumphant smirk, Jasper declares, "My round again."

"That's not fair! You shouldn't be able to annoy me into losing!" You lie through your teeth about the true effect he's having on you.

Barking out a laugh, he says, "The only rule was that we can't look away. We never decided talking or touching were off limits. You lost fair and square, sugar, so lose an item."

"But-" "Three seconds before i decide which one," he interrupts with a cheeky grin. "and you might not like what I choose... Three. Two-" You let out a frustrated groan, quickly removing your shirt and tossing it to the side. His laughter only serves to further stoke the flames of your competitive spirit. "There we go! Good girl."

"I thought we're supposed to be studying." You try to feign nonchalance as you sit there, bra exposed and with only three items left. Technically, you're tied in terms of clothing remaining, but it's also not lost on you that it's currently 0-2 in Jasper's favor.

"We are studying; this is a science experiment, remember? Unless you're ready to admit that you're wrong AND that you're submissive. That would be quite the win on my end." Well, shit. Now you can't back out. You'll be damned if you let him have something to hang over your head.

"Just you wait, Whitlock," you snap, trying to regain your focus for the next round. "I'm just getting warmed up."

You narrow your eyes at Jasper, determined not to let him fluster you again. The stakes are higher now, but you've got this.

Taking a deep breath, you meet his gaze once again. The tension in the air is palpable as you both refuse to back down.

Jasper's lips curl into a challenging smirk, his long fingers still tapping a steady rhythm against his thigh. You force yourself to focus solely on his eyes, blocking out everything else.

Seconds turn to minutes as you hold his stare, your heartbeat thundering in your ears but you refuse to waver.

Just when you think you're finding a groove and might stand a chance at winning, Jasper leans forward, his voice low and sultry. "You're doing so well, darlin'. But I can see it in your eyes - you're starting to crack."

A shiver runs down your spine at his words, but you grit your teeth and push on. You will not lose this round, no matter what underhanded tactics he tries.

The room fills with an intensity that almost makes it hard to breath as you continue your silent battle of wills. Jasper's gaze is unwavering, a predatory gleam in his eyes that makes your breath catch and waver.

Jasper's hand suddenly moves, his fingers slowly inching up your thigh. Your eyes widen and your pulse quickens but you refuse to look away.

"Good girl," Jasper acknowledges, his cool touch burning through the fabric of your jeans. "Just keep your eyes on me."

His fingers continue their slow, tantalizing trek up your thigh, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. His gaze is electric, drawing you in despite your best efforts to maintain composure. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears, but you refuse to break eye contact, stubbornly holding his molten stare.

"Jasper…" you breathe, unable to keep the quiver out of your voice. His lips curve into a knowing smile, fingers inching higher.

"That's it, darlin'," his voice is low and velvety smooth. "Just focus on me. Don't look away. It should be easy for you, right? You're a strong, dominant girl, after all."

The temptation to give in, to let your eyes slip shut, is nearly overwhelming. But you dig deep, summoning every ounce of willpower to maintain the intense eye contact.

Jasper's hand reaches the waist of your jeans, his fingertips dancing along the sensitive skin just above. Your pulse quickens and a shiver runs down your spine.

"J-Jasper…" you stammer, grip tightening on the arms of your chair.

His eyes shine with a predatory gleam as he watches you. "C'mon, sugar. Just a little bit longer… You can do it. Keep those pretty eyes on me.

"Or you can look away, let me take these pants off." he adds with a self-satisfied smirk.

You know you're teetering on the edge, your resolve rapidly crumbling under the onslaught of his touch and his words.

The seconds stretch on, the tension in the room palpable. Jasper's fingers continue their torturously slow ascent, and you find yourself struggling to keep your focus on his eyes.

His fingers dance along the underwire of your bra, "And after that, I'll pull those panties off of you with my teeth; maybe dive right in and see if that pussy tastes as good as I think it does." Your eyes flutter shut as a white-hot spike of arousal shoots straight to your core. He pulls his hand away and when you reopen your eyes, you see a triumphant grin has spread across Jasper's face. "That's my girl." Your eyes widen as you realize - you've lost. Again.

"You've got two chances left. Still think you're going to win?" Jasper asks. "I'm sure you can do it. Right? You can turn it around. Round 4."

As you settle in for yet another round, he gets in another jab. "You're gonna break. You're going to and it's going to be really fast."

His hand returns to your thigh; this time it only takes a second for him to reach the hem of your panties, his fingers dancing along the elastic. You swallow harshly, but keep his gaze. "You're not even trying to fight it; you're just letting me touch you."

"You're gonna keep looking me in the eyes when I move your panties to the side and slide my fingers in, aren't you?" Your breath hitches. "No, don't lose yet. Come on, look at me. Don't look away, I don't want you to look away." It's hard to fight against the urge to hide your face but you manage. You can feel how hot your cheeks are, and you can only imagine the expression on your face.

"Good girl," Jasper murmurs. "Don't look away. Don't you dare look away." You start to squirm a little, clenching your thighs desperate for some friction. "Why are you turned on?" He teases, his fingers still threatening to dip under the thin fabric. "Is it because you're submissive and you like losing? There's fight and flight, but you... you freeze. And you're gonna let me take what I want."

He finally tugs your panties aside and dips two fingers into you. your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you try to focus. You're so wet you swear you can feel it dripping down towards your ass. Fuck this is embarrassing but you realize you'd rather die than stop now; you want this. You want to just let go and let him take and take and take.

You crave his touch, crave to be used by him.

Jasper's fingers crook up into a spot that has stars dancing in your vision. Somehow you manage to just barely keep your eyes on him.

"C'mon, don't lose. I only have three pieces of clothing; you can still win this..." he taunts. "Don't look away, don't look away. Don't look away. Don't lose. Come on, look at me in my eyes. Good girl- don't look away."

"There it is..." He muses, pressing his fingers into your g spot as your back arches away from your chair and a debauched moan rips from your throat. "You lose again, darlin'." He brings his hand up to his mouth to clean your arousal off his fingers.

You let out a frustrated whine, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Jasper's smug grin only infuriates you further - he's clearly enjoying this power he has over you.

"That's not fair," you pant, your body still tingling from his touch. "You're cheating."

Jasper chuckles, leaning back in his chair as he examines you hungrily. "Darlin', I don't need to cheat to make you submit to me. You want this just as badly as I do. Like I said earlier- we never agreed 'no touching'."

You can only glare half-heartedly at him, knowing he's right.

"Hey," Jasper ducks his head to catch your eyes as you look at the ground to avoid his gaze. "You got one more. It's the last round. You're still in this; you can still win. You've got to get at least one piece from me. you can't lose every time - that would just be pathetic..." You go to smack his arm, but he avoids it.

With a resigned and frustrated sigh, you unhook your bra and let it fall to the floor. "Let's get this over with already." you grumble. you want this to end partly to stop the embarrassment of losing this badly, but mainly because the sooner this is over, the sooner you can fuck him.

As the final round starts, Jasper reaches up to grab your chin, tilting your head up to barely brush his lips against yours. His eyes never leave yours as he asks, "Why don't you just look away on purpose so I can take these off and fuck you?"

His other hand reaches down to press his thumb against your clit, causing your eyes to shut as you let loose a shaky moan. "Oh- you lost..." The grin he gives you can only be described as devilish.

Faster than you can process, he is picking you up by the thighs and setting you on the table.

True to his word, he drops to his knees between your legs and. after pressing a few possessive kisses along your belly and the apex of your thighs, he takes your panties between his teeth and starts to slide them off of you.

You shudder with anticipation as Jasper's cool breath ghosts over your most intimate area. With painstaking slowness, he tugs your panties down, revealing your glistening cunt. His eyes never leave yours, molten gold boring into your very soul.

A playful smirk graces his perfect lips as he tosses the flimsy fabric aside. Calloused hands caress the soft skin of your inner thighs, urging them to part further. You comply willingly, heart racing in excitement.

Jasper hums appreciatively, drinking in the sight of your exposed cunt. Leaning in, he trails feather-light kisses along your dripping folds, teasing you mercilessly. Just when you think you can't take the anticipation any longer, his talented tongue darts out, parting your swollen lips and delving deep.

An involuntary moan escapes your lips as pleasure courses through you. Jasper sets an agonizingly slow pace, savoring every twitch and tremble of your body. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he explores every inch of your most sensitive area. "Fuck, I knew you'd taste amazing..." His low groan vibrates against you and forces another small gasp to leave you.

Jasper's skilled tongue continues its agonizingly slow exploration, eliciting more breathless sighs and whimpers from you. His grip on your hips tightens as he senses your growing desperation for release.

With a low growl, he suddenly picks up the pace, licking and sucking with purpose. Your back arches as the coil of pleasure tightens, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Just as you feel the first tremors of your impending climax, Jasper pulls away, leaving you panting and aching. He gazes up at you with hooded eyes, a smug expression on his face.

"Not yet, darlin'," he murmurs, his voice dripping with dark promise. "I have other plans for you."

Jasper's hands grip your hips firmly as he effortlessly maneuvers your body, guiding you to bend over the sturdy table. A gasp escapes your lips at the sudden change in position.

With your upper body pressed against the cool surface, you feel impossibly exposed and vulnerable. The long-forgotten books and scattered papers crinkle under your weight as Jasper's powerful frame looms over you, his presence radiating a primal dominance.

A shiver runs down your spine as his fingers trail along your spine, eliciting goosebumps in their wake. Leaning in close, he places a series of searing kisses along the back of your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin before pulling back and undressing.

Trembling with anticipation, you arch your back, silently begging for more of his touch. Jasper growls low in his throat, the primal sound sending a shiver down your spine. His large palms slide up your sides, calloused fingers caressing the curve of your waist.

You whimper, desperate for him to finally fuck you.

Jasper chuckles, the deep rumble of his voice sending sparks of desire through your body. "So impatient," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't worry, sugar, I'm just getting started."

Jasper's grip on your hips tightens as he slowly, teasingly, presses his body against yours. You can feel the hard lines of his muscles and you ache to have him inside you. His hands slide up your sides, caressing and exploring your body.

Finally, after what feels like ages, he lines his cock up with your sopping pussy and starts to press in.

You gasp, arching your back as the head of his cock teases your entrance. "Jasper!" You moan, shuddering with anticipation.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he slides into you, inch by delicious inch. You feel every millimeter of his legnth as he fills you up, stretching and claiming you. His grip on your hips tightens, and you can feel the way his forearms bulging as he struggles to maintain control.

"Fuck," he growls, finally bottoming out inside you. He holds still for a moment, his lips pressing against your neck as he regains his breath.

Then, without warning, he begins to move, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in with a force that takes your breath away. Over and over, he thrusts into you, his hips slapping against yours in a rhythm that is both primal and possessive.

You drop your head to the table, letting out a long, keening cry as you feel his cock hit your sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Jasper!" You cry out, your voice echoing in the room.

His hands move to your breasts, tweaking and pinching your nipples as he fucks into you harder and faster. You can feel the heat building between your legs, the sensation growing more intense with each passing moment.

"I knew you were a submissive little thing," he says between grunts. "We could've gotten here a lot quicker if you had just dropped the act earlier, darlin'." You can feel his shit eating grin against your shoulder.

"Really?" you gasp out, body sliding against the table with each thrust. "You want to argue about that now?"

His chuckle is low in your ear. "Just making a point, sugar." Jasper presses a kiss to the space just behind your ear before leaning back and fucking into you harder.

The rough wood of the table bites into your shoulders, but you don't care. All that matters is the feeling of him inside you, claiming you.

"Jasper," you moan, your voice filled with pleasure and desperation. "I need… I need you to cum inside me." You beg, your back arching impossibly more as he reaches around to toy with your clit.

He picks up the pace even more, slamming into you over and over again. "Almost there, doll," he says, his voice rough with lust. "Just wait for it."

You clench around him, trying to draw him deeper inside you. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but you're so, so close.

You feel your body tense and then release in a wave of pure pleasure. Your muscles clench around Jasper's cock, milking him as you experience your orgasm. A loud moan escapes your lips, and your hips buck against the table unconsciously. Sweat beads on your forehead, and your skin feels flushed with heat.

As your climax subsides, you feel a cool rush between your legs. Jasper's release. He groans deeply, his body shuddering against yours.

After a minute of him staying plastered to your back, keeping you bent over the table, you feel him slowly pull out of you, and you can't help but whimper in disappointment.

"Don't give me any of that, doll," Jasper gently chides. He scoops you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest. You wrap your legs around him, holding onto him tightly. The chill of his skin against your heated sex is comforting, soothing the ache.

He carries you to the couch, setting you down gently before standing up and pulling his boxers on and heading into the kitchen. While he's gone, you take the opportunity to catch your breath and compose yourself. When he returns, he has a damp cloth. He gently cleans between them, his touch soft and careful as he wipes up the remnants of your tryst. Neither of you speak as he cares for you, reveling in the comfortable silence that blankets the both of you.

Once your cleaned up, he helps you redress; he helps you pull your panties back on along with his shirt. He scoops you up into his arms again as he lays on the couch. As you curl against him once more, he kisses the top of your head. "There's my good girl," he whispers. "I've got you."

[leah-lover]

Reward. Mary earps x reader.

Smut 18+

Mary being an ass girl.

After training your day was very chill. You would usually divide the house shutters between you and those girlfriend Mary in order to get them done quicker.

This day though has been even more quiet than usual. You finished your pigeon of the work way before Mary did, so you decided to lay on the couch and wait for Mary tho be done. Little food you know that that decision will change your entire day.

Mary was upstairs doing laundry, when her phone beeped and the lock screen opened. You usually don't pay attention to Mary's phone believing that in a relationship people deserve privacy.However, what you saw shocked you.

You knew that the goalkeeper had a thing for your ass. She would touch, slap, tease, and squeeze it whenever she could. She didn't mind that you were in public or with your friends and family. Putting her hands on your ass felt like an impulse she couldn't control. You often used this weakness over hers to your advantage. You would coarse her to change her mind or do something that you wanted just by offering her full control of your ass. In sex she lived fucking you from behind offer just ticking your ass whenever you wanted to be closer to her and when you make her nad she punishes you by spawning you until your ass was red.

So your girlfriend's lock screen wasn't as much of a shock than a surprise that caught you off guard. Mary had put a picture she took off your backside on the beach when you were on vacation in her lock screen. Your ass was zoomed in and out took the entire screen.

This gesture surprisingly made you happy so you decided to reward your girlfriend for it.

So you left the couch and went straight to the bedroom closet. You put on a pair of sexy red lingerie, just like your girlfriend liked. These lingerie were a bit special because your ass was completely bare. You then did your hair and makeup pretty quickly and situated yourself on the bed.

It didn't take long after you finished for Mary to be done too. She expected you to be on the couch as usual and when she didn't find you she started talking for you.

“Baby where are you?”she asked

“Upstairs in the bedroom, love .”you responded.

Upon getting in the room her jaw was on the floor.

“What did I do to deserve this?.”she asked.

“Well baby I was your lock screen and I thought I would reward you for it. Tonight you can do whatever you want with me.” you said seductively.

Mary didn't waste any time. She quickly took off her shirt and got on top of you. She kissed you roughly, like your lips were gonna disappear.

“ You are so fucking beautiful.” She whispers in between kisses. She then moved on to your neck marking it so that everyone knew it was hers. She sucked your purse point harshly while moaning your name. You were already crazy for this girl but her actions make you go crazier. After she was done with your neck leaving enough bruises on it she took your bra off.

“You are so fucking sexy baby “she whispers again her voice full of lust.

“fuck Mary.”you moan as soon as she had your nipples in between her teeth. She gave each breast a large amount of bruising which only resolved in you being a moaning mess and the juices between your legs to drip down to the sheets.

“Baby please, I need to feel you inside me.” You moan out loud.

“ I want to you too come while I am fucking your beautiful juicy ass.”she ordered.

She then got up and went to your toy drawer and picked out the biggest strap you had. You only took that strap once and you remembered it being a rough challenge.

“Mary, I don't think I can take this.” You say hesitantly

“ Of course you can, baby.” she doubled down, fixing the strap to her core.

She then flipped you s on that your ass was in the air. She then situated herself behind you and slid the tip in. You whined and squirmed at the size of it but mary didn't flinch. She slowly pushed the whole strap in.

“That my good girl who takes what I give her “she praised you. She quickly loosened you up, thrusting faster and stronger.

“ I don't think I can take it “ you moan.

“yes you can baby you can take it “she cooed her hand on your back soothing you.

You knew Mary had pace but today she reconfirmed it to you. She thrusted harder and stronger in you by the second. She would occasionally squeeze your ass giving it a few slaps.

“I want you to touch yourself slowly “she ordered. You obliged to the order and you started touching your puffy needy clit while moaning Mary's name.

“ Move faster baby I am gonna come and I want us to do it together “ she said.

It only took a few minutes before you both came at the same time.

“ do you want me come in your ass baby “ she said a few moment before her release.

“ Yes baby, please come in my ass please.” You pleaded before yours.

After you both came down she gave you as a few kisses before she asked

“Who does this ass belong to ?”

“To you. my ass belongs to you “ you confirm while panting from your orgasm.

[eccentricallygothic]

Pairing: Dom-Boyfriend!Pedri | Brat girlfriend!You.

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, m!dom, f!sub, power imbalance, Pedri is mean, face slapping, allusions to spanking, blow job, dumbification, humiliation, hair pulling, bondage, allusions to throat fucking, dirty talk, possessive!Pedri, daddy kink, sir kink. Minors do not interact. 

Your cheeks were flush and they stung from the strikes your face had received by the back of your boyfriend's hand due to talking back after doing everything in your power to tick him off. Your eyes were glossy and clouded with lust, lips swollen and mouth agape as you peered up at the male through your lashes. 

“What?” Pedri challenged you, one side of your head trapped in his fist by the hold he had on your hair. “You got something you wanna say to me?” Your form trembled from where it was on all fours between his bare and toned legs, your freshly spanked ass on full display since he had torn your slutty shorts off the moment you had been made to enter his apartment to be punished into compliance. “Well?” His voice was firm and harsh as his darkened eyes glared down at you from where he sat on the couch.

“N- No, sir…” You choked out, your exposed boobs -owing to your torn up tank top- pressing into your arms that Pedri had tied in front of you with what was left of your shorts. 

“That's what I thought” his blunt words only added to the hot tingles in your pussy and you felt more arousal bubble out of your needy hole. “Now come here and do the only thing you're good for” you were led to his angry cock by the clump of your hair he had coiled around his fingers. You stuck your tongue out obediently and gave kitten licks to the girth of his cock.

“That's it” your face dangled to the side when his fingers connected with your face once more. “See? Everything is so much easier when you're face first into my cock like you are meant to be” two of his fingers rudely intruded your mouth and you moaned at the feeling of your lips stretching around them, the cavity submissively tightening itself around them and sucking them clean of your precum that had covered his hands during your spanking which had included your poor throbbing pussy. “Not trying to be a smart mouth or anything and just serving your purpose by getting your pretty trap fucked stupid by your Daddy” your cunt blinked at his condescending words. 

Your ill behavior had started off as a joke when he had gotten his Euros win haircut and mustache a couple days ago. You would complain and bully him, tell him you didn't recognize him anymore and he wasn't your Pedri, tease him that he had lost his attractiveness and that you planned to run away the first chance you got. Since he knew you were just a spoilt, all talk brat, your boyfriend had ignored it and taken it in good humour until today when you had simply gone too far. The two of you and some of your friends had met up for lunch and a few minutes in you had began to babble about his hair to your company. But Pedri had still been lenient as well as patient. He knew you well enough to know if wasn’t coming from a bad place. And so when you hadn't been able to pull a strong reaction from him like you had been wanting to all this time, you had begun to playfully flirt with Fermin, going so far as to joke about moving on with him.

That, Pedri could not have.

And so here you were now.

Disciplined into submission by your Daddy.

“S- Sorry, sir…” You spoke with difficulty when he dragged his fingers out of your mouth and pulled them all the way down your bottom lip, giving you a swift smack when he was done. 

“No you're not” he knew you too well. “But you will be by the time I am donw with you.” Your jaw ticked and your cheeks squished against his muscular thighs when he pushed your head down on his cock. “After all, that's what Daddy is for, right?” Your flared nostrils tickled when he bottomed out in your mouth and his pubes touched your soft skin. “To wisen up his silly little girl” his words and the flex of his fingers across your face were tender. But his intentions weren't. 

And as Pedri unplugged your mouth to angrily shove his heavy balls to be sucked at in your mouth while angrily pumping his cock in his fist, you knew your poor throat had a long night to go.

.

i have been meaning to do this ever since the haircut omg! 

[miley1442111]

back to chicago part 2- c.berzatto

a/n: part 2!!! i imagined a fem reader and it's mentioned quite a few times but as usual, imagine what you like. SET AFTER SEASON 2

summary: a double date with your boyfriend at the Bear can only go well, right?

pairings: carmenberzatto x femreader (complicated relationship), platonicthe bear x reader, romantic oc x reader

warnings: general angst, mentions of mikeys death, breaking up, bad family relationships, etc.

PART 1

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You

Dinner was delicious. The conversation was good and you had almost pushed the drama of earlier out of your head. You’d stayed till close to continue the talking and only now you were packing up. 

“Bug!” Richie called after you as you put on your coat. “You guys wanna have a look at the kitchen?”

John and Emilia nodded and you obliged them as Adrian sighed, squeezing your hand with his own. 

“Sounds good Rich,” You agreed and Adrian helped you remove your coat, then put a hand around your waist, holding you close. 

“Why do I have a feeling this will end in tears?” Adrian whispered and you shrugged.

“Nothing we can do about it now.”

You got the tour of the kitchen and truly, it was impressive. It was beautiful and clean, and you got to see everyone else. Marcus, Tina, Ebraheim, Neil, and Sweeps. You met Sydney, she seemed nice but reserved. 

“This is your boy?” Tina smirked and you nodded. “He’s pretty.” 

Adrian chuckled and smiled at her, “Thank you.”

Then it came to Carmy. He smiled at you as your friends introduced themselves, then wrapped you up in a ‘bear’ hug. It shocked you, yet you reciprocated all the same. 

“We have some catching up to do,” he said once you pulled away. “You guys are welcome back here anytime.” 

You stared at Carmen, his arm around your waist, making this choice for you. Richie led John and Emilia through the rest of the kitchen, out of earshot from your conversation.

“I should really go back with Adrian, I’m tired-” You started but Carmen cut you off. 

“It’ll only be a little while, you should stay,” He smirked as Adrian’s jaw ticked. 

“Yeah, you should,” Adrian said, ‘challenging’ Carmen. You rolled your eyes. 

“Carmen, if you only plan on comparing dicks with my boyfriend right now, count me the fuck out. You said it yourself, we never dated. Now, if you’d genuinely like to catch up with me I’d be happy to get coffee tomorrow, but right now- I’m fucking tired. Goodnight Carmen.” 

Carmen looked down, clearly embarrassed. “Coffee tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, I’ll come by at 10. Goodnight,” You left his hold on your waist and grabbed Adrian’s hand, stalking out of the restaurant.  

“Well he’s a delight,” Adrian sighed, squeezing your hand. 

“Yeah,” you sighed. 

“I don’t want you to go see him tomorrow,” Adrian admitted, pulling you aside. You chuckled, thinking he was joking. He was never one to be possessive in any way or ask you not to wear or do things. His glaze hardened and your laughter died down. 

“You’re serious?”

“Yes I’m serious! He’s a dick! You don’t owe him anything!” He whined. 

“He’s practically family,” You said matter-of-factly and dropped his hand. 

“Oh and look at how great the rest of your family is!” He snarked, then his face dropped as you felt the stab of deep hurt he’d just caused. “Baby, I-I didn’t mean it like that-”

“Fuck you. We’re done.”

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Carmen 

I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. Not when I knew I was seeing you the next day. I had gotten to the Bear nice and early to do all my lunchtime prep so if our coffee dat- thing went overtime I wouldn’t be chewed out by Richie.

“Cousin!” Richie shouted. 

“What?!” I shouted back, sweat coating my palms as I wrote down recipes and anticipated your arrival. 

“Bugs here! Come on!” 

It was 10:02. You were technically 2 minutes late. I got up and out of my office, grabbed my coat and sped to the front of the restaurant, almost tripping myself in the process. And there you stood. Angelic as ever. I had made an effort with my appearance that day, thank god. A cream sweater I’d bought in New York, dark jeans I knew you’d appreciate since you knew about jeans, and I’d washed my hair this morning and put in some products Sugar had gotten me for Christmas, though I’d already sweated it out by 10:02.

“Hey,” I smiled. 

“Hey,” You sighed, clearly more sombre than I was hoping. 

This was going to be difficult. “You alright?” I asked as we walked outside. 

“Great,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your words. “Wonderful even.”

“What happened?” He asked, trying to hold back from the question that wanted to fall out of his mouth so badly. 

“It doesn’t matter,” you laughed, but it was humourless. 

“Doesn’t have anything to do with that guy then?” I had asked and you had glared at me. I sent my cheeky smile to the floor and held up my hands in surrender. “Just askin’.”

“Yeah, don’t,” We both laughed that time. It felt good. It felt normal. Everything felt right for the first time in years. 

“Seriously, what is his deal?”

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You

“You mean my boyfriend?” you smirked, not telling him you’d broken up. It was quite the rash decision, something you weren’t used to. 

“Yeah,” he shrugged. 

“Well, he’s an accountant, we met at a jazz club a few years ago,” you explained. 

“Anything else?”

“He’s nice?” you smiled. “He’s reliable.”

“Oh, so you don’t like him,” Carmen smirked and you scoffed. 

“Fuck off,” you jested. “It’s complicated.” 

“How? The dude is obsessed with you,” he shrugged. “What makes that complicated?”

“The fact that I broke up with him last night,” You admitted, rolling your eyes when Carmen looked at you with a wide-eyed expression. “Do not flatter yourself Carmen. He was being shitty.” 

“That’s not what I was saying,” Carmen half-lied. “I just… I’m surprised.”

“I’ll probably go back later and apologise, and we’ll kiss and make up as usual.”

“This happens regularly?”

“No,” you admitted. “But he does do shitty things sometimes, then apologises.”

“Shitty like what?”

“Stuff like…” you didn’t want to tell him. “Look it doesn’t matter, all that matters is us right now,” You smiled at him. “Tell me about the Bear.”

“That shithole?” he joked and it finally made you laugh. 

“Yes, that shithole.”

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After two hours of catching up with Carmy, you started walking him back to the Bear. 

“When are you heading back to New York?” he asked.

“Soon, I guess? I do have clients to get back to but… I don’t know. I love Chicago.”

“You should stick around,” Carmy smiled. “You brighten up the place.”

“I don’t know if my back will survive staying at hotels for too much longer,” you chuckled. 

“Stay at mine,” he offered immediately. 

“You’re sure?” You asked, shocked at his level of generosity.

“Of course. I missed you. I’ve always missed you.” 

You stared at him for a moment, standing outside of the Bear. You weren’t used to this level of emotion from him. “I missed you too, Bear.”

He pulled you into a quick hug and you kissed his cheek, then walked on, much more to think about than before. 

[fandomfics]

The Trouble with Love

Part 3

Pairings: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x John Hancock x fem Reader

Description: After a mishap in the wasteland you are left to wonder if the ghouls you care for and have traveled with for years feel anything for you. The answers you find are not what you expected and leave you with more questions than answers.

Part 1 Part 2

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

18+ only, MDNI

Unprotected anal, creampie, light dubcon? But like not really, queer, thruple, masterbation, Dom/sub dynamics, name calling, pet names, punishment, oral (m), praise/degradation, teasing, edging, violence, drugs

Not a long wait for the good stuff

Your head snaps up and your eyes meet his, "what the hell?" You blurt out.

"Yeah, when we started comin round Goodneighbor. Late night at the bar. Got carried away betting on who the better shot is. One thing led to another and we had a grand ol time."

You can't tell if the smile he cracks at that moment is because he's joking or he's amused by the expression on your face.

"You're messing with me, right?"

"God's honest truth sweetheart."

"Well that's....uh... Kinda fuckin hot." You say unable to keep yourself from imagining every lurid detail, your core throbbing at the thought. "I guess we should probably go work this whole dynamic out with him.....figure this out before we all get too deep."

"Heh, sure thing sugar." Cooper gets up with a groan and you follow. After you've redressed you head over to the statehouse to find Hancock in his office.

"Close the door on your way out Fahrenheit." Hancock turns to you both with a deep inhale.

"You two smell like you were up to something." He chuckles before making his way to to the couch. He sinks into it and gestures for you to sit too.

"We should talk about us...all of us" you say looking into his obsidian eyes.

"Look, whatever you decide I'll respect."

"I want to be with you both. I...I want the three of us to be together. I don't want to choose between you. I know neither of you are the sharing type, but I think this could work for us."

A pregnant pause comes over the room before Hancock turns his gaze to Cooper. "So does that mean you and I can also resume our elicit activities?"

"Oh God yes. " You blurt out shamelessly. Cooper nods to him with a wink and a small chuckle.

"Count me in Sunshine."

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Days later you lay on your back with your head in Cooper's lap and your legs draped over Hancock's while chems course through you. You've spent a lazy afternoon getting high in your room, needing the relief. Not even an hour after walking into Hancock's office someone burst in frantically looking for your trio, their loved one needing to be rescued from some nearby super mutants. Of course you couldn't say no, but you couldn't help but feel disappointed that you couldn't bask in the newness of this relationship.

Now that you're back you're determined to take a bit of time off, "One week. No jobs." You demanded. Neither ghoul protested, knowing it was going to futile to do so even if they had wanted to.

"So... Who wants to tell me the story of your first encounter." You suddenly say breaking the companionable silence that had settled in.

"Well, I had won a bet-" Hancock starts

"Like hell ya did, you cheated you dirty bastard!" Cooper raises his voice mockingly challenging Hancock

He shrugs nonchalantly "Landed me that pretty little ass of yours didn't it."

"I s'pose it did." Cooper chuckles "as much as I'd love ta tell ya, I think ya'd like it more if ya saw it. Be back in two ticks." Your eyes light up at the delicious thought, Cooper leaves for just a few minutes before returning with a holotape.

"Maybe sometimes I have the good doctor record my time in the loungers..." He gets the tape in the TV and it hums to life with black and white images of them. Cooper takes his seat as your pillow and you focus your full attention on the ghouls on the screen.

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Somewhere around 2am in a dimly lit alley in Goodneighbor Cooper silently stalks Hancock. He pushes him against a wall, hand covering his mouth.

"Ya no good sonofabitch," Cooper hisses "Ya cheated me, ya owe me 100 caps!" He removes his hand from Hancock's mouth to allow him to speak.

"No idea what you're talking about." He replies coyly

"I know the bet was rigged, now give me my caps before I split ya open."

A mischievous smile plays across Hancock's face, "Is that a promise? I do have a thing for handsome angry cowboys."

"What the fuck are ya talking about?

One of Hancock's hands finds it's way to Cooper's bulge and he's momentarily startled before replying.

"Ya think this is a game? Give. Me. My. Caps."

"My bad," Hancock raises his hands in surrender "come up to my office, I'll get em for you!"

Cooper releases Hancock and follows him closely inside the statehouse. Once in the office the door closes and Hancock bends down to open a drawer at his desk to retrieve the caps.

"Stay right there." Cooper gowls and positions himself behind him to ensure that he's not reaching for a weapon. "Put the caps on the desk slowly. "

Hancock obeys and starts to straighten until he feels a hand on his back, pushing him down face first into the desk and Cooper's groin against his ass.

"What do ya s'pose yer punishment should be."

Hancock smirks "you did promise to split me open..."

"Well now, yer gonna stand right there, not movin a muscle unless I say ya can."

"Yes sir." Hancock is obedient

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Your face is hot and you can feel yourself starting to get wet. You shove your hand into your pants and start to swirl your fingers around your clit. Both ghouls notice immediately and let their hands wander your body.

"Ya like that doll?" Cooper says letting an ungloved hand grab your breast over your t-shirt while Hancock runs his fingers lightly over your thighs.

You hum in response.

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Cooper lifts Hancocks frock coat until the bottom is resting on his back and roughly unbuttons his pants allowing them to pool around his ankles.

"Stay." Cooper wanders the room checking drawers, nooks, crannies, and cabinets until he finds what he's looking for. A bottle of cooking oil. "Yer lucky I'm a gentleman. This kindness is more than ya deserve after what you pulled"

"Thank you sir."

He places himself behind Hancock again as he removes his gloves. After diping a finger into the oil he spreads his ass and begins to massage the other ghouls tight hole. Hancock moans loudly as Cooper let's a finger slide in and begins pumping it inside him. He slowly adds fingers, priming it for his own needs before bringing them back out.

"Get down on yer knees." Hancock does as he's told, now looking up at Cooper as he frees his erection from the constraints of his pants. Hancock immediately moves to take it greedily into his mouth, eager to please.

"Just couldn't wait ta get a taste could ya, ya lil whore" Hancock hums in agreement, taking all of Cooper's cock into his mouth.

Cooper places both hands on the back of Hancocks head and bucks into him slowly building speed with each thrust, watching his eyes water as the tip hits the back of his throat. Eventually he moves to stroke his own but is stopped, "tsk tsk, what did I say?" Cooper says disapprovingly. Immediately he corrects himself and moves his hands behind his back to avoid the temptation.

"That's it, good boy." He says with a moan, he stops with his cock fully embedded, "Are ya ready for yer punishment?" Hancock nods as much as he can with his mouth full of Cooper. With his member withdrawn he pulls Hancock up by his coat and bends him over the desk, pushing the frock coat out of his way once more.

He massages Hancock's asshole with the tip of his dick, slowly working it in, a long drawn out moan from each resounds.

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The ghouls have undressed you as you still lay across them. Hancock lazily teases your clit with his fingers while Cooper watches on, pinching your nipples. You're eyes are still fixed on the screen.

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Cooper grabs Hancocks hips and ruts into him hard and quick. The sounds of moans and skin slapping skin fills the room. Hancock claws at the desk in pleasure, every thrust is hitting home by the look on his face. He's flush with anticipation and need, clearly desperate to chase the high of climax.

"Sir," Hancock pants "can I cum, I'm so close..."

Cooper reaches around and holds the base of Hancocks cock and balls to prevent him from finishing, and whispers "No, ya can't."

He continues to fuck him hard until hes good and ready to spill inside of him. Cooper shudders as his rhythm is thrown off and he gives one last deep thrust, holding himself there for a moment. When he's finished he steps away, finally releasing Hancock.

"Alright, you were a good lil whore, go ahead." As soon as Cooper's hand leaves his member Hancock is unable to hold himself back and spills all over the floor and desk.

"If ya need anymore punishin', let me know." He says as he rights his clothing before grabbing the caps and leaving the room.

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The screen fades to black and you find yourself still being teased, "She's a dripping mess Coop." Hancock smiles

"Guess we're gonna have to take care of that now aren't we..."

[gaybananabread]

Helloo Casey!! For augtickletober number 27, would you mind writing lee bakugou & ler shoji? hehe, Thank you!!

TickleTober Day 27 - Hysterical

I’m trying my best to get these pumped out, sorry for the repeated lateness! Shoji has amazing ler potential! It was really fun writing for him, and I always love wrecking Bakubabe. Have a great rest of your day, and Enjoy!

Lee: Bakugou

Ler: Shouji

Summary: Bakugou is talking big game to his peers, as usual. Only this time, Shouji gets sick of it. He decides to put the explosion-quirked user in his place.

Warnings: rougher tickling! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!

“I could destroy any of you extras, no sweat!” 

Bakugou was showboating once again, talking down to his peers. They were all more than used to his mouth, though a few teeth were ground as he continued. 

“None of you could tough it out to Number One!” Then, because he’s Bakugou, he took things a bit too far by individually telling them how bad they were. “I mean, do you see dunce face ever getting to even Number twenty? Or pink cheeks going anywhere near pro level? She’d probably puke on the evaluators! And don’t even get me started on big lips or rock face!”

That ticked off the others. All of 1A knew that he had a temper and a mouth, but that was just too far. One student in particular got pretty miffed at him for insulting some of the nicest teens in their class. Shouji stepped forward, all his arms crossed. “How about we put that to the test?”

The fiery blonde stared down the taller student, as if the extra inches and muscle mass were nothing. He was never one to back down from a challenge. “Oh yeah? You think you could take me, arms-a-plenty? You’re fuckin’ on!” 

They set a time and place; the main training gym after class, that day. Bakugou was ready to fight like hell. Shouji, however, had other plans. Something to really put the blonde in his place without hurting him. All he had to do was wait.

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None of the other students went to the gym, knowing it would probably be an aggressive match. The possibility of crossfire from an angry Bakugou wasn’t something anyone wanted to be stuck in; those two had the entire gym to themselves.

Bakugou was wearing a tight tank, showing off his muscular arms. Shouji didn’t mind; just made his job all the easier. He was wearing something similar, though his was a turtleneck. Both seemed primed to fight, though only one intended to do so. That boy, of course, had plenty of trash talk. 

“You ready to get your ass kicked, octopus arms?” He sighed, rolling his shoulders. “So creative, Bakugou.” The simplistic nicknames didn’t bother him, but when it was toward his friends, he got angry. That jerk was gonna learn his lesson…

He growled, priming his palms with little sparks and pops and getting into a fighting stance. Shouji copied him, going over his plan in his head. Dodge, pin and destroy. Easy enough, if he could do the first part without getting blown off the Earth. 

With a nod from each side, the spar began. Bakugou went in hard and fast, wanting to do as much early damage as possible. The multi-armed student blocked and dodged what he could, taking a few minor hits. He did not, however, fight back. All part of his plan.

Bakugou, rather predictably, took offense to that. “Why’re you goin’ easy on me, huh?! You think I’m weak?! I’ll show you weak, you bastard!” He then, also predictably, charged Shouji, getting a bit sloppy in his attack due to overconfidence and an inflated temper. 

Shouji sidestepped the assault, wrapping his strong, webbed arms around the blonde. He took a few explosive shots, but after taking him down and pinning him, the blonde was subdued. Thrashing and cussing his head off, yes, but subdued. “THE HELL?! GET OFFA’ ME, YOU BASTARD!” 

The masked student chuckled, forcing Baku’s arms above his head. “There really are other things you should be worried about, Bakugou. Like being nicer to our classmates. Actions, especially words, have consequences.” One poke to the side was all Bakugou needed to realize what he meant. “YOU WOULDN’T FUCKING DARE!”

“Oh, but I would.” With that, four hands descended on the explosive blonde. One on his ribs, one on his belly, and one on each of his sides. A pair kept his hands firmly pinned above his head. That damn quirk… It made everything so much more unbearable. He had tried to hold in his reactions, but the moment one hand reached the top of his ribs, he was done for.

“GEHEHET OHOFF, YOU AHAHAHASS!” Shouji was going in strong, not wanting to give the other teen a chance to escape. He was strong, but not strong enough to keep a wily, enraged Bakugou pinned for long. “I don’t think I will. You need to be nicer to your classmates, or no one will want to be around you.”

He sounded so painfully nonchalant about it. Like the bigger student wasn’t trying to tickle him to pieces; he wouldn’t ever admit it, but he was also succeeding. “FUHUCK OHOHOFF!” 

Bakugou couldn’t believe it. He had never considered the multi-armed teen a threat before. Sure, he was built and had skill, but not enough to put him on the “Destroy” list. Now, though? Shouji was in slot four. That ass was going down when he recovered. 

“You like to cuss, don’t you? It’s not very becoming of a hero.” He didn’t really care about the boy’s language, but it was something else to tease him over. It was nice to see him laughing so much; Shouji was just getting started. 

Bakugou would have cursed at him some more, but was cut off by a rather goofy sound. The sound of someone blowing a raspberry on his stomach. “GYAAAAH! YOUHUHU- YOUHU’RE DEHEHEAD!” 

Works every time. Shouji had the mouth blow more smaller raspberries along his stomach, driving Bakugou up the wall. He bucked and squirmed to no avail; Shouji had him pinned, and the tickling wasn’t helping his thought process. “You’re not as threatening when you’re laughing like this. It’s a good look on you.”

One of the hands on his side moved to his thigh, squeezing and poking along the outer edge. A snort broke up his laughter, quickly followed by more as the squeezes continued. “SCREHE- *snrk* SCREHEHEW YOUHUHU!”

“Still insulting me, huh? Midoriya was right; you really never learn.” Shouji was thoroughly amused. It was fun to put the boy in his place, as well as hear his laughter. It was loud and boisterous, just like him. To a few other students in their class, Shouji was a rather feared tickle monster. He added Bakugou to that small list of “victims.” Whether he enjoyed it like the others was a mystery of its own. 

He was just about to yell out a rebuttal when he felt a torturous, dumb, killer sensation on his death spot. Shouji had changed the damn hand there to a mouth, having it blow raspberries right at the top of his ribs. Oh, that absolute *dickhead*. “KGUAHAHAHA! YOHOHUHUHU- *snrk* AHAHAHAHA!” 

That hysterical reaction was exactly what Shouji was looking for. He wouldn’t kill his classmate, of course, but he needed to learn. With Bakugou, lessons always needed to be learned the hard way. It was the best way he could think of without hurting him. It was the most fun for Shouji anyways.

Bakugou tried to get loose, tried to tell him off, tried to do anything other than laugh his ass off: but he couldn’t. The raspberries, merciless tickling, and childish nature of it all was just too much for even him to handle. Tears of mirth sprung in the corners of his eyes, his cheeks and even neck becoming a deep, vibrant red. 

Okay, that was far enough. Shouji stopped, pulling all his appendages away from the blonde. He giggled like a maniac even after the tickles stopped, cruel phantom sensations keeping him in stitches. The white-haired mutant let go of Bakugou, climbing off him. He playfully nudged his side with his boot, the smugness in his voice almost suffocating. “You alive, Bakugou? I didn’t go too far, did I?”

The explosive teen shot him the bird, making him snort. “Okay, you’re good.” Growling, Bakugou started to pull himself together. The giggling got quieter as he sat up, wobbly smile giving way to a determined glare. Shouji took that as his sign to get out of dodge. “I’ll leave you to it. And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

The bigger teen briskly made his way to the exit as Bakugou managed to get to his feet. He found it cute that Shouji was trying to run after that. His stamina was something to be feared, especially when revenge was on the table. Baku staggered over to the gym exit, slowly but steadily regaining his energy.

Oh, that multi-limbed menace was going down.

[adsmae]

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You and rodrick have been dating for over a year and it’s been a hell of a ride. You’ve both pretty much have done everything together. You loved the small little memories you’ve made with him like; When you and rodrick got challenged to ‘who ever could make the best sand castle’ from a random kid at the beach. It ended up with you winning because the kid tumbled over rodricks sand castle. You remember how rodricks face was; a pouting baby that couldn’t get anything he wanted. It was very amusing to say the least. It was one of your favorite memories but since you got caught for sneaking out to go to rodricks party your parents decided on you going to summer camp for the...WHOLE SUMMER. It sucked because you were looking forward to spending the summer with rodrick and your friends Juniper, Faith, Ben, and Chris. You had your whole summer planned out just to get caught sneaking out. You were very upset and sad about the situation but you were going to try and make your last week in plainsview as positive as possible without being in a funk. Rodrick wasn’t the biggest fan of your parents right now. 

It was your last day in plainsview and you decided on spending it with rodrick at his house because you’ve been spending most of your time studying and hanging with your friends as much as you could but tonight you just wanted to be alone with rodrick especially since you weren’t going to be seeing him for 3 months.

“That movie wasn’t so bad” You say nuzzling your face more into his chest with his arm wrapped around your frame. He laughs sending vibrations through out his chest. 

“It can’t be as bad as your rom coms” Rodrick snarkily replied making you roll your eyes in response. You quickly sat up and narrowed your eyes at the now smirking rodrick

“Jerk, you know you love them” You playfully push his chest in defense, glaring more at him. He knew just how to get on your nerves even if you both were just messing around. 

“They are all cliches’...parties, hooking up, college; girl next door falls in love with boy... blah blah blah” He shrugs while leaning his head back on the headboard

“It’s actually boy falls in love with girl next door but sure” You chortled. You sigh checking your phone, realizing that it’s almost time to go home. You didn’t want to leave him or leave at all for that matter but the time is ticking

“Y/n, you okay?” You heard the bed shift as rodrick sits closer to you. He moves his hand under your chin turning your head for you to look at him. 

“Y-yeah I just realized it’s getting later. I really wish I could stay longer” You frown putting your phone aside. Before you knew it rodrick pulls you down. You were now laying on top of rodrick with his slender arms snaking around you stopping at the small of your back. 

“I wish you could stay too but since you can’t get out of it, you better call me and text me as much as you can...oh and listen to my music if you miss me” He playfully winked. You give him a half hearted smile even though it still wouldn’t be the same. 

“Okay loverboy” You softly smiled. Rodrick leans in, giving your lips a peck. 

You get out of your laying position to sit on rodrick “Don’t fall in love with someone that isn’t me while I’m gone” you expressed before grabbing his chin and kissing him

Out of nowhere your phone starts ringing and you pull back from the kiss. Rodrick rolls his eyes at the annoying sound coming from your phone. You quickly crawl off of rodrick and grab your phone. You sigh as you see your moms caller Id pop up on the screen, knowing it was time to head home. You texted her instead of answering the call before grabbing your bag and your shoes. 

“Don’t forget your homework on my desk and don’t forget about me” Rodrick stated. You shake your head, as if you could forget about him. 

You grab the homework on his messy desk that had clutter scattered all over and under it and shove it in your bag before walking over and sitting on the edge of the mattress, slipping your shoes on, you feel Rodricks arms wrap around your chest pulling you backward. You could barely breathe.

“Rod, I have to go. My mom is going to kill me” You stated. Rodrick ignores your attempt to move away from him and attacks your face with kisses. 

You finally get free from Rodricks grasp and stand up. You grab your bag and phone and sigh, seeing three texts from your mom. 

“Come on don’t leave your poor lonesome boyfriend hanging. Can I have one more kiss? pleaseeeeeeee” You roll your eyes at his pouting and put your phone in your back pocket. “Fine but that's all you’re getting” You move in between his legs before he grabs your face and smashes his lips onto yours. The kiss lasted a good ten seconds but ten seconds too long. 

You pull away and Rodrick pouts even more from the loss of your lips. A small laugh escapes your mouth before pecking his lips once more. 

Before he could kiss you again you hurried to the bedroom door

“And don’t worry I won’t fall in love with someone who isn’t you” Rodrick softly yelled out. You smiled at how he remembered what you said. 

You turn around and blow him a kiss and Rodrick pretends to catch it before he places his hand over his heart

*Dork* you thought to yourself but you can’t help but love that dork to death for some odd reason

[gascon-en-exil]

Now that you've mentioned it, I'm curious how'd you'd rank the Zelda games minigames from best to worst

That would be entirely too many minigames to do individually, especially from memory since I haven't played most of these games in years. I can go by individual title though, ignoring the ones that don't have minigames in the usual sense (the NES games, both Four Swords games, Tri Force Heroes) and also Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom because I never actually played the latter and because my frustrations with both are on a much deeper conceptual level. I do recall BotW having some obnoxious minigames though, involving horses I believe. I'm not counting as well any minigames that offer only minor rewards that don't contribute to 100% completion, because those can be safely ignored.

Rating is out of 10 based on how obnoxious they are, with 1 being perfectly manageable and 10 being so annoying that they actively discourage me from replaying those games.

A Link to the Past - 2/10

The only really notable ones are the treasure chest game and the digging game, both of which are pure RNG and thus can be save-scummed. They're also in the Dark World so you shouldn't be strapped for money when you play them which is nice.

Link's Awakening - 1/10 for the original/DX, 4/10 for the Switch

On the Game Boy (Color) the fishing, crane, and river rapids games are all simple one-and-done affairs if you know what you're doing. The Switch remake however adds a bunch of new mechanics and rewards to all of them which makes them more annoying and time-consuming. There are rare fish to save-scum for, a realistic physics engine to make the crane more finicky, and a rapids race that requires precise maneuvering to get its best stuff. I'm not counting the Chamber Dungeons as a minigame because that's basically a separate mode unto itself...and also because they're usually pretty fun.

Ocarina of Time - 8/10

Not off to a great start for 3D Zelda. The gravedigging "tour" is pure luck, Bombchu bowling is also RNG-reliant, the treasure chest game is only not a nightmare because you can cheese it later on with the Lens of Truth, and the shooting challenges are serviceable at best. It's the fishing hole that truly lands OoT this score though, because it's the perfect storm of awful: partially luck-based, finicky mechanics, and actually physically painful at times on account of how hard and for how long you have to hold the analog stick to reel the big fish in. Oh, and you have to beat it twice, and the second time is harder!

Majora's Mask - 3/10

Surprisingly manageable and even fun in places, like the beaver races and the shooting galleries even if they require perfect scores. The horse and Goron races have issues with rubber band AI, the hitboxes in some of Honey and Darling's games can be stingy, the treasure chest game is (again) mostly RNG...but MM somehow makes all of these not so bad in their own ways, perhaps to compensate for the constant stress of the ticking clock. If I had to pick a worst one it might be the jumping minigame in Great Bay, because it takes a while to reach and the camera is liable to screw you over. The dog race is mostly luck-based, but at least it takes very little time and can be somewhat cheesed with the Mask of Truth. I am absolutely not counting the fishing hole added in the 3DS remake, because it's not required for 100% and because screw fishing in particular.

Oracle of Ages and Oracle of Seasons - 6/10

Sort of unfair lumping them together since Ages has all the really bad ones, but these two have always been a package deal. The baseball game is hard to get down precisely and also has a fair amount of RNG, the seed shooter game also requires some exact shots, and while both have dancing minigames Ages is the only one that takes into account timing. Making all this worse are the Oracle games' randomized ring system...plus a whole lot of randomized other things (Maple, Gasha trees) that aren't exactly minigames but still make these titles really annoying to revisit. Huh...I just noticed that "Gasha" sounds like "gacha"; were gacha games even a thing in 2001, or were Nintendo and Capcom just extremely ahead of the curve?

The Wind Waker - 5/10

Has some real nuisances, like the battleship game (RNG), the Flight Control Platform (precision gliding), and sword training (endurance). Much like my feelings on BotW however, it's not really the minigames that make me dread replaying WW so much as its various other headaches - many of which were addressed in the HD remake, granted, but they're still there.

The Minish Cap - 2/10

Another one where it's not really about the minigames. The only mandatory one I can even recall was catching cuccos, and a lot of that comes down to item progression later in the game. Kinstones are the real pain in MC, but even they're not so tough to find that you have to rely on minigames to get them.

Twilight Princess - 2/10

Same rating as MC, but for very different reasons. For me it's quite similar to MM in that there are a bunch of minigames but most of them are either inoffensive or actively enjoyable, and without the in-game time limit they're less stressful too. Snow sledding, popping balloons, the Clawshot cage games...all pretty fun. The only ones that stick out in my mind as not great are either quickly handled (goat wrangling, sumo wrestling) or are just boring (bombing pots on the river). Note however that this ranking would have been higher if I'd gone solely off my initial impressions from the Wii version. Having played the Gamecube and later HD versions afterward, I can safely say that, as always, motion controls make everything worse.

Phantom Hourglass and Spirit Tracks - 9/10

The touch screen controls are bad enough, but I can distinctly recall both of these games also having some downright awful minigames. Hourglass has fishing and a merciless shooting gallery, Tracks has the whip race and the pirate shooting game, and both have stuff like another WW-style training endurance test and randomized part prizes making everything worse. I have very few good memories of either of these games, honestly; all their good bits get drowned out by the clunky controls and the miserable optional content.

Skyward Sword - 7/10

Again, motion controls suck - but at least the HD remaster fixed most of that, and in both versions a good number of the minigames are optional even by my standards. There are still some extremely bothersome ones here though. Fun Fun Island is very much not, the minecart race isn't the most responsive and the pumpkin shooting game can be very grating until you nail the exact way to (sort of) cheese it. I actually switched this ranking with OoT's as I was writing this, because I remembered how much losing the motion controls redeems the experience of this game. Still by no means a favorite, but at least I want to come back to it sometimes now.

A Link Between Worlds - 5/10 normally, 10/10 if you count the giant cucco

Fittingly, it's LttP but more of it - including more annoyances. There's still the RNG-dependent ones, but there's also now a racing game that requires some fairly precise movements as well as a finicky baseball game. The rupee-gathering games are now more about having a stopwatch on hand, but phones can cover that. The cucco-dodging game is a real pain and bumped the rating up a full point, but note that I am never in my life attempting to survive for 1000 seconds (that's over sixteen and a half minutes!) to get the giant cucco in the end credits. Even completionists have to know where to draw the line.

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Mini Fanfic #1230: Date Night In: Truth or Dare Edition Pt. 1 (SSBU X Street Fighter X Darkstalker)

10:45 p.m. at the Smash Mansion's Entrance Room.......

Dedede: (Clicks his Teeth While Walking Inside the Room with Morrigan and the Rest of the Gang Following Behind) Damn. All of the clubs and bars we went to so far are either already full or closed down indefinitely. Ain't that some shit?

Samus: (Rolls her Eyes) And of course, it all had to happen during the weekend.....(Turns to Tifa) That bar of yours is still open for the night, Tif?

Tifa: (Shakes her Head) No, it's closed. I gave the boys the day off. ('Sigh') Even then, I'd rather you guys not go in and interact with most of the customers we usually have there.

Morrigan: Are they really that troublesome to deal with?

Tifa: (Turns to Morrigan with an Annoyed, Deadpinned Look on her Face) They managed to tick Barret enough to have them get thrown out of the windows on numerous occasions. Troublesome doesn't begin to describe how much of a huge headache they are.

Daisy: Well, we can't just call the night off here. It's not even midnight yet!

Samus: Anyone got any ideas to pass the time?

Chun-Li: We could watch a couple of movies in here.

Samus: Nah. We've been having movie nights too often this year.

Cloud: How about a game or two of Mario Party?

Samus: ('Scoffs') And get at each other's throat throughout the night? No thanks.

Luigi: Board games?

Samus: Eh....It's less drama fueled for sure, but too basic for my liking. Anything else, people?

Lilith: (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) Hmmmmmm......(Forms Excited Smile as She Comes Up With Something) Ooh! I have something we can do~

Morrigan: (Raises an Eyebrow at her Younger Sister) Lilith, don't you think we're all a little too old to try and form elaborate pranks on people?

Lilith: (Flailing Her Arms Up and Down While Pouting at Morrigan) I know that already, Queen of Obvious, don't butt in!! (Went Back to Smiling Again) What I'm suggesting is that we play ourselves a little game called "Truth or Dare"~

Morrigan: Truth or Dare. Really?

Lilith: Yes, really! Juicy truth bombshells, daring challenges, it's a classic for all ages to play.

Daisy: I do like me a good challenge.

Samus: And truth bombs does intrigue me to some extent. All in favor of playing Truth or Dare for the remainder of the night say "Aye".

Everyone: Aye!

Morrigan: ('Sighs in Defeat') Childish game it is then. (Points at Lilith) But I swear, if you even think about giving me most brutal and/or horrid dares, you are a dead woman!

Lilith: Will you relax, sis? I'll go easy on you when the time arises. Promise. (Has her Fingers Crossed Behind her Back)

Morrigan: (Unconvinced) Mmmhm.

Moments Later to Dedede's Room........

Dedede: (Presents the Gang to his Bedroom) Here we are, folks: my humble abode. (Walks into the Room With Everyone Else Following Behind) Take your shoes off and make yourselves comfortable, not too much though.

Lilith: (Awe Struck by the Room Itself Along With Morrigan) Wooooooah......

Morrigan: My goodness......

Chun-Li: (Looks Around the Room Itself, Amazed) This is a really lovely room you have in here, Dedede.

Daisy: I know, right? It almost like we're in royal castle room or something- (Sits Herself Down on Dedede's Large Size Bed Along With Everyone Else Before Suddenly Feeling It's Squishy Sensation) ('Gasps') No way! (Looks Over to Dedede) You got yourself a freaking water bed this entire time!?

Lilith: (Playfully Moves Up amd Down on the Bed She's Laying On) Squishy Squishy!!~

Dedede: (Happily Nodded) Yep! Its the only thing they let have from the castle. The room ain't much, but I try to make it look nice and homey as possible, for myself, the guests- (Forms a Cocly, Seductive Smirk Towards Succubus Girlfriend Next to Him) And the pretty ladies especially~

Morrigan: (Plays Along with Dedede's Wordplay While Smirking Back Him) Pretty ladies ypu say~ Like me?~

Dedede: Hell yeah, you!~ You're the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on.

Morrigan: (Starts to Blush) Amd you are the most handsomest, charming man I've ever have the pleasure to fall in love with~ I could come here more often- (Hugs Dedede Lovingly) So we cam have so much relaxation and fun~

Dedede: (Hugs Morrigan Back) Hey, you're more than welcome come and stay here fpr a few days or so. I wonder what your room looks like.

Morrigan: (Giggles Softly) Not nearly as organized as yours, I'll tell you that much. But be patient, my dear. The sooner I have it more clean is the day I'll finally have you there- (Snuggling onto Dedede's Embrace) Cuddling up in my arm as we sleep the rest of the night away!~

Dedede: (Chuckles Lightly) Sounds like a romantic date plan already. Can't wait~

The couple lean toeach other a little closer bas they proceed to do an eskimo kiss much to the Bounty Hunter's slight annoyance.

Samus: Hey, lovebirds, do your cutesy banner some other time, we have a game to play.

Chun-Li: Anyone wants to start us off?

Luigi: (Raises his Hand) I'll go with Dare please!

Daisy/Lilith: Oooooh~

Daisy: (Gives Luigi a Playful Smirk of her Face Along with Lilith as They're Sitting in Between Him) Getting brave on us already, sweetie?~

Luigi: (Smiles Sheepishly) As brave as I humanly can really. The night is young after all.

Samus: (Proudly Nodded to Luigi) Atta boy, Weeg. Show the game who's boss.

Chun-Li: (Forms a Mischievous Smirk) And as for your choice, I dare you-(Happily Pulls Out a Tight, Green Colored Attire From her Shopping Bag) To wear all of THIS for the rest of the night!~

Ladies: Oooooooooh!~

Dedede: (Puts on a Bit of a Deadpinned Look Along with Cloud) You already having that poor boy wear a body suit all night?

Cloud: At the very start of the game?

Chun-Li: (Pouts at Dedede amd Cloud) It is NOT just a body suit! This is a flexible, maneuvering attire used primarily for street fighting!

Samus: (Leans Closer to Examine the Clothes) Wait a second. The embroidered vest, unitard, studded wrist bands. (Looks Back Up at her Girlfriend Next to Her) Chun, is this that battle one outfit you used to wear in the past, but with a different size and color?

Chun-Li: (Happily Nodded) Yep!~ These were on sale at the men section and I had to pick it up. (Turns to Luigi) It was supposed to be your Christmas present this year, but I figured I'd give it to you now as a token for your bravery for tonight.

Luigi: (Heart Begins to Melt a Bit in Pure Happiness) Chun-Li.....That is so thoughtful of you, thanks. It makes wanna give you something for Christmas this year in return if you want.

Chun-Li: Go right ahead. Just try not to give me anything too expensive along the way, okay?

Luigi: (Simply Nodded to Chun-Li's Request) Will do. (Notices a Closed Door at the Other Side of the Room) Say, is that a bathroom over there, your majesty?

Dedede: Yep. You're more than welcome to change in there.

Luigi: (Gets Himself Up From the Bed) Thanks. Be right! (Makes his Way to the Bathroom)

Daisy: Take all the time you need, sweetie!~

Lilith: We'll miss you!!~

'Door Closed'

Daisy: (Quickly Turns her Attention ti Chun-Li Along with Lilith) Okay, level with us for a second, Chun-Li, how tight was that unitard you wore all those years ago?

Lilith: Sorta tight, super tight, or really, really, REALLY tight?

Samus: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Don't bother answering their questions, Chun. Their perverted tendencies are about raise up again.....

Daisy: (Pouts at Samus Along with Lilith) Well, excuse us for being curious, Sammy!

Lilith: Yeah, there's nothing wrong wanting to know some stuff, Sammy!

Samus: (Rolls her Eyes) Yeah, if it's something more normal for once.

Chun-Li: Ladies, please. There's no need to fuss and fight. (Forms a Small, Cheeky Smirk on her Face) I'm certain you two will like what you're about to see soon enough.

'Door Opens'

Chun-Li: Ooh. Speaking of which........

Both Daisy and Lilith let out loud gasps as they and the others gaze their eyes upon Luigi, who is now wearing a green variant of Chun-Li's old battle suit in the Alpha days.

Luigi: (Shyly Stands Around amd Shows Off his New Attire) S-So......What do you guys think?

Cloud: (Genuinely Surprised by how Stunning Luigi Truly Looks) Woah......

Tifa: (Smiles Brightly at her Plumber Friend) Luigi, you look amazing!~

Dedede: (Genuinely Surprisedby How Good Luigi Looks) Yeah, you are wearing the shit outta that uniform, boy.

Morrigan: Mmmhmm~

Chun-Li: (Clasps her Hands Together While Putting on a More Excited Expression on her Face) You look even more prettier in suit than i did all those years ago!!~

Samus: (Silently Smiles and Gives Luigi the Thumbs Up)

Luigi: (Smiles Bashfully at the Compliments Given to Him) Y-You're too kind, you guys, thank you. (Turns to Two of his Awe Struck Girlfriends) About you girls?

Daisy: Stunning.......

Lilith: Courageous........

Daisy: Break-Taking.......

Lilith: Charming........

Daisy/Lilith: (Clasps Their Hands Together as Their Eyes Begins to Sparkle) Beautiful!~

Luigi: (Starts Blushing Even More) Awww~ Thanks~ B-But uh...Question. (Turns Towards his Back Side) You don't think this suit is making my butt look more... bigger than it already was, do you?

Daisy/Lilith: ....................Yes.

Samus: They're gonna eat you eat alive in that thing, one of these days.

Chun-Li: I'll get you a spare unitard just in case.

Luigi: (Smiles Sheepishly at the Couple) You really don't have to do that, but-

Daisy: (Starts Bowing Down to Chun-Li Along with Lilith) Thank you, Chun-Li!!!~

Lilith: We'll never forget the kindness and generosity you've made for us tonight!~

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly) You're welcome. All of you.

Samus: (Turns Back to Chun-Li) Don't encourage them, Chun.....

Luigi: (Finally Gets Back on his Spot of his Bed) So, Chun-Li, Truth or Dare?

Chun-Li: (Thought About It Before Answering.....) Truth.

Luigi: Is it true you feel insecure about your age these days?

Chun-Li: (Smiles Sheepishly) Well, I wouldn't exactly say I feel THAT insecure about it-

Samus: (Gives her Girlfriend a Light Stern Glare) Chun......

Chun-Li: ('Sighs in Defeat') Okay, fine. I dread the thought about it every chance I get. Very much so........

Tifa: (Gives Chun-Li a Reassuring Smile) There's no need to feel discouraged. You're still as beautiful as you've always been.

Daisy: (Smiles as Well) Yeah, and you still managed to kick a lot of ass without breaking a single sweat.

Morrigan: You're a very unique gem of the making, dear. (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) For an old lady, that is~

Chun-Li: (Gives Morrigan a Deadpinned Look) How sweet of you, Morrigan. (Smiles Softly to Everyone Else) And you guys too. Thanks a bunch.

Samus: (Smiles Back at Chun-Li) No prob. Think you could finally quit worrying about your age now?

Chun-Li: Can't say I will completely. (Gives Samus a Cutesy Look on her Face) Buuuuuut I'll try my hardest to do so if you give me some kisses~

Samus: ('Sigh') Fiiiine. (Starts Kissing Chun-Li om the Cheek, Making her Ticklish in the Process Before Finally Pulling Back) There. (Points at Chun-Li) I better see you trying going forward, ma'am!

Chun-Li: (Giggles Starts Dying Down a Bit) I will, I will. Promise.

Daisy: Alright, Sammy, Truth or Dare?

Samus: Truth.

Daisy: You ever miss your glory days as a Bounty Hunter?

Samus: (Shrugs) Eh. To some capacity. I mean, I could do without getting myself nearly killed out of nowhere every few minutes, but I do miss the thrills and experience out of most of them. Despite all of that, I'm honestly content with living the rest of my mundane life with you dorks here.

Tifa: (Heart Begins to Melt Along with a Few Others in the Room) Sammy~ You really mean that?

Samus: ('Tch') Obviously. You guys are the closest thing I have to family- No. Scratch that. You guys ARE my family. (Starts Blushing a Bit) And....I love every single one of you. 'Cept for Ridley and DS, fuck those guys- (Immediately Gets Hugged by Most of Her New Found Family Members)

Tifa/Luigi/Lilith/Chun-Li: We love you too!~

Daisy: I always knew you have a heart, girlfriend!~

Samus: Oh piss off, I've always had a heart! (Turns Away While Pouting) It just wasn't nearly as mushy and obnoxIous till you all came into my life.......

Cloud: So we practically changed your life for the better then?

Samus: (Scoffs Once More While Shrugging) I dunno, maybe? I've been far less distant than I used to, so do what you want with that information I guess.

Cloud: (Smirks a Bit) I.E. never letting you live this down for as long as you still live and breathe?

Samus: (Puts on a More Deadpinned Look) Whatever.

Morrigan: (Watches the Group Hug Along with her King) You have such a colorful bunch of friends you have over there, my dear.

Dedede: (Snickers a Bit) You damn right I do. They could melt anyone's heart within a few days so long as you don't try and cross one of them.

Morrigan: I take it that's how you became a part of this family?

Dedede: More or less. I'd probably still be roaming around in the streets right now if they didn't take me in and gave me a fair chance of redemption. They're real good people.

Morrigan: (Smiles Softly) I agree. It's nice spending the night playing a simple child's game with each of them.

Dedede: (Forms a Playful Smirk at his Succubus of a Girlfriend) Ah, so you're finally admitting to liking the game, huh?

Morrigan: (Lets Out a Light Shriek Before Crossing her Arms and Pouting a Bit) I-I suppose I'm not having too much of a terrible time thus far. ('Sighs in Defeat') Just....please don't mention a word to this to my little sister, okay? (Lays the Side of her Head onto Dedede's Shoulder) She will never let me hear the very end of it.

Dedede: (Gives Morrigan a Reassuring Smile) Don't worry. I'll keep my lips seal on this one. Can't have my pretty lady get annoyed and miserable all night long.

Morrigan: (Happily Hugs Dedede's Arm) You sweetheart of a man. I love you~

Dedede: (Gives Morrigan a Kiss on the Head) Love ya right back.

To Be Continued

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[shady-scripter]

THIS IS SPARTA

Mr. Lon cleared his throat. “Is everyone done with their test?” He heard a chorus of answers, all of which were akin to yes.

“Well, I don’t have anything else for you to do. So, you have…” he looked at the ticking clock, “thirty minutes of free time.” He heard sighs of relief and smiled.

“Truely, a test on Greece couldn’t be that hard,” he laughed. “It was mostly wars, Persian and Pelopponesian, you lot like wars, don’t you?”

Then he saw a hand raised. It was Sky, one of his best students. “Yes Sky?”

“Well,” he laughed a little, “like, Sparta right?”

A wider smile rose on Mr. Lon’s face. This is why he loved his job. The thing about history is that there are so many interesting things about it. The thing about being a history teacher is that you can rant about it, and outside sources think that you’re teaching.

“What about Sparta?” Time felt the little guy inside of him start to jump.

“Are there more things about it?”

“Well, I’ve told you a lot. However, If you’d like to hear me…rant…about Sparta, I am more than happy to!” Time internally begged them to let him.

Then another hand raised. “Yes Twilight?”

“You said that their last training thingy before they became military was…killing a slave?”

“They called their slaves Helots, and yes. The last or near last thing they had to do to be considered a man, was to kill a slave. They also couldn’t be found out, or they’d get into reasonable trouble.”

“That’s…”

“Today, if there was a city or state who did that, someone would eventually burn it down for crimes against humanity…Well,” Time tapped his chin, his hand on his hip. “maybe it’d actually be about them killing disabled babies.”

Another one of his students caught their laugh in their hand, his royal blue beanie coming off of his head. “That’s going in the quotebook.”

Sky’s head was on his desk, his shoulders shaking. “Agreed.”

“Live abortion…” Twilight lightly chuckled. “That’s not funny guys.”

“Well, on a sadder note. The only graves that got marked, or had names on it, were those of soldiers who died for Sparta in battle, and women who died during childbirth,” Time thought about this ‘quotebook’ silently.

“On one note, Sparta is pretty barbaric, but Athens was honestly worse. Well, in my opinion.” Mr. Lon began walking in circles. “Yes, Sparta threw babies and killed them or killed slaves as a test, but women were actually appreciated and somewhat equal with the men. They were educated and learned how to fight. In the event that someone came to Sparta to invade and the men weren’t present, it was up to the women to fight. They had to know how to fight to protect Sparta.”

“That’s another thing, everyone in Sparta was under Sparta. The rich in Sparta were still under Sparta and fought to protect Sparta. That connection is probably why I don’t consider Sparta barbaric.”

Mr. Lon laughed. “Athens, on the other hand, was a hot mess. The poor were, in many cases, three years behind the rich. The Romans followed a good deal after Athens, which is probably why Rome fell the way it did.” He stopped at the boys’ table. “I feel like Rome took the bad aspects of Sparta and the average bits of Athens…”

“Isn’t it crazy that they called the ones who respected women, the savages?” A girl asked from some tables away.

“Well, Dawn, I find that ironic. But there are some barbaric aspects to the Spartans, no matter how beautiful I paint them.”

“But they basically saved Athens during the Persian war. They’d be dust without Sparta.” Dawn’s eyes looked bored, but Time could tell that she was challenging him again. She did this thing where she’d bring up a topic, and they’d debate about it for some time. Well, she was the captain of the debate team, he was the teacher responsible for the debate team. It’s only natural that she’d want to win. Well, she’s won one debate against him. Though, how was he supposed to know the message of My Little Pony other than Friendship is Magic?

But then again, how was she supposed to know that Alexander the Great and Hephaestion or Achilles and Patroclus were definitely not straight for each other?

“Ah, but Sparta would be dust without Athens in that sense. Yes, the Battle of Thermopylae was a Sparta stand for Athens. And, yes, without King Leonidas holding out for…three days, the Athenians wouldn’t have had time to evacuate to Salamis for the final fight, but if you really think about it, the Persian wars wouldn’t have been won by Greece without Sparta and-“

“The Persian Wars wouldn’t have happened if Athens didn’t send their ships.” Dawn cut him off. Time chuckled.

“Good point, however-“

“And after the wars, Athens decided that they wanted to fill themselves with hubris, which is why Sparta attacked them, which is why the Peloponnesian War happened, which allowed Alexander the Great to conquer Greece.” Dawn’s face grew a smirk, the same one she’d pull when she knew she’d won.

And, suddenly, Time found himself losing a debate about history in his own history class.

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*CLAPS HANDS AND RUBS THEM TOGETHER* NOW THAT I'M FINISHED ANSWERING YOUR ASK, CYN. (BLESS YOU, BLESS YOU!) PLEASE DO THE CHARACTER OPINION BINGO FOR KAITO, AOKO, SHINICHI, AND RAN. PRETTY PLEASE. MAY YOUR DAY BE SPECTACULAR!

Hi! Here's my ask with drawings (of various quality, you can see as I drew more I got more into the swing HAAHHAH. That's what I get for being so rusty - I don't actually draw that often.) The colours I used are ones I associate with the characters!

ft. my very informal writing style, probably like a thousand typos because I'm typing this at 1am, and many shoutouts to amazing dcmk creators 🥰

Also, please check out Anna's ask! https://akai-anna.tumblr.com/post/739521989281234944/hey-there-my-lovely-mutual-3-3-i-love-when-you

Anna, you're so lovely, fr. I hope this makes you giggle and swing your feet, I had such a fun time thinking about them! I added my own flair with my drawings <3

Feel free to ask me to decipher any handwriting

P.s. That character with the hat you'll see is my sona! I'm calling him Sol because that's another online name I seem to take up often. Feel free to call me Sol as well!

(Shameless plug: Check out my art blog - cyndraws - if you like my art! Also, it has some au ramblings too ^v^. https://cyndraws.tumblr.com/)

KAITO

Bingo count: 4 (well, If I ticked only more more box, I could have extra bingos for almost every extra box I ticked haha...)

The art: I gave up at first and just drew him as a stick figure. Then I added clothes to him, that's why he's so proportionally off,,, My beloved blorbo, I feel like I did you so dirty 😭

Fun challenge: Guess what I was inspired by when I drew Kaito's and Aoko's outfits.

I'm literally in love with him no joke. The love is too intense aughhdfk. What kind of love? Yes. I would do anything for him. I'd be so clingy fr.

Headcanons? Sooo many. Not even a joke. They're too integrated into my brain at this point so yeah haha

His HANDS. Slim and very fast and flexible. They have callouses - screw smooth hands. Callouses as a sign of his hard work throughout his entire life.

Fox? He's a fox. So silly, little trickster. https://www.tumblr.com/cyndraws/739418480470851584/look-me-in-the-eyes-and-tell-me-kaito-isnt-a-fox

Let's just link my simping art here too: https://www.tumblr.com/cyndraws/739224275061456896/im-such-a-simp-help-me-kaito-simps-unite-pls Please let me squish his cheeks please...PLEASE

Bonus: Old character opinion bingo for Kaito: https://cyndraws.tumblr.com/post/739190201679757312/everyone-if-im-going-to-expose-myself-as-a-kaito I got over the fear 👍 It's from a while back, like maybe... 2022? idk

I love unhinged Kaito

Gender? Please. I'll take any masc at this point HAHAH

Canon isn't real - Like it's amazing but also like... underwhelming. *Shakes it vigorously* GIVE ME MORE. MORE EKODA GANG. MORE SUPPORT FOR KAITO. LET KAITO CRY. I WANT MORE WORLD BUILDING ON AKAKO AND TO SEE THE KUROBA FAMILY MORE (+ a billion more requests.) PLEASE GOSHO IM BEGGING

(It's ok, I got the fics for these cravings 👍)

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2. AOKO

Bingo count: 0

Wow. I realised just how little brain space I dedicate to her... but she's also so silly. I love her so much. She's a great character to pair up with Kaito (for any relationships, I love when they're having fun together.) She doesn't need more suffering <3

I love sm how in MK1412 they added extra scenes of the Ekoda gang! And Aoko looks so cute in it! (everyone else? ... it varies)

Snowball fight! ^

Now this is a hella hot take but I personally think KaiAo is much more interesting than ShinRan (for me). And fun too, because I've always been drawn to fun and teasing dynamics like these over the more romantic ones (if you get what I mean by more romantic). KaiAo and Shinran both are such wonderful couples though. *Bangs fists on table* THEY'RE BOTH SO UNBEARABLE CUTEEE

Someone told me I have very similar vibes to Aoko and I've been reevaluating myself XDD. No but I can see it. I think we have a similar energy (in my brain at least, I'm much more tired when I go out) and even preferred fashion.

Would give her a kiss anytime. Definitely. Let's go out on a picnic and have a fun hangout. We would be good friends.

Aolele theory by alizardjae: Please check it out!!! https://alizardjae.tumblr.com/post/134111960564/alright-finally-got-around-to-writing-this-thing Basically it's the summary I wrote up there. I whole heartedly believe in it, because it's a fun theory and I've done it before myself (...ehem annoying relatives) - so it's definitely believable. And I love the idea of Aoko Holmes being carried over from Nonchalant Lupin (<- Prototype of Magic Kaito. It's a fun read!)

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3. SHINICHI/CONAN

Bingo count: 4

Drawing was inspired by that scene where Conan gets suspicious of Hanzawa-san (from The Culprit Hanzawa, a spinoff of dcmk.)

Ok, so the thing is, I have a very strange relationship with him.

He's so silly, right? He so fun, he's adorable, so caring and well meaning, but I'm scared of him. I wouldn't want to meet him. I'm terrified even though he's so nice 😭. So I'd rather observe from a distance (hence the drawing ^ but I'd definitely set off his senses a lot.)

(What does it say about me that I'm scared of Shin/Cone but not Kaito? I'm working on overcoming my fear of Conan/Shin, I promise *on my hands and knees* I REALLY AM)

(My irl friend understands why I'm so terrified, I've explained the crazy stunts he's done and his very illegal spy equipment to them... they actually got a nightmare about Conan that night. He's such a law breaking little gremlin (affectionate)) So...no kisses for you, detective... only because I'm too intimidated 😭 But I'll gladly make content dedicated to you and fawn over you <3

If it's not already obvious, Kai > Shin/Cone for me. But he's definitely a close second.

Shin's/Cone's aesthetic? So peak. His detective work and general vibes with the series is so banging. That clean formal attire - I love wearing more formal stuff out. Being judged for it? At this point I don't really care hahaha. His mismatching outfits are so endearing, but I don't really vibe with them.

Canon is kinda frustrating for me. Well, as usual, I love to pick out the pieces I love and keep them dear to my heart. Ugh I want more identity issues and character relationship focuses. And more Shinran, this is literally ridiculous for slowburn lol.

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4. RAN

Bingo count: 0

I drew a masterpiece for her. As she deserves 🥰. (Fun fact, this is the first time I've drawn her properly.)

Drawing inspirations:

Sakura Class! It was so adorable. I loved seeing the povs of both Shin and Ran. The Sakura couple,,, 🥺🥺 why are they so cute

LavenderTowne! Her art is amazing and her art tips are always so helpful: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCD4XIm3ZFhT72WjqhIXMN9w

In particular, I used these two tutorials: Easy Background: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/Zw5oB-ir5R0 Easy Lighting: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/shWoTarp_Vk

*ehem* Back to our ask now

Ran is so lovely! Such a queen, so adorable, such an icon! Have you seen her puff out her cheeks in chapter 1120? (+ many other instances of her being cute of course.)

(^ well, now you've seen it)

I love her with sass! It's so funny and fitting for her. And paired with her badassness? Wow. She's amazing. She has such a big heart too <3

I can see how Shinichi fell for her at first sight, she really is so pretty and cute. Her smile was such a direct hit to his heart XD

Obligatory shoutouts!:

Amazing Shinran analysis by rabbitsrants: https://www.tumblr.com/rabbitsrants/737479648281329664?source=share

Really REALLY cute Shinran art by detshin: https://www.tumblr.com/detshin/734222664310358016?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/detshin/734913462286909440?source=share Their blog also has really cute Shinran content!

For some reason, I associate the english localised names to the more sarcastic and witty characterisations in the funimation dub. That's why I wrote Rachel.

Maybe it's because of halfpenny_jones's amazing characterisation: https://archiveofourown.org/users/halfpenny_jones/pseuds/halfpenny_jones/works?fandom_id=964594 Please check out their works too!

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That's the end~ Thanks so much for asking! It was so enjoyable to ponder and draw. And I'll always take opportunities to talk about them.

Feel free to chat again whenever you feel like it <3 And also, feel free to ask about many other things too, like more character bingos or aus if you find them interesting. I hope you also enjoy them if you go through them.

See you next illusion~

[wirewitchviolet]

Consider cloning one of these games...

So the other day someone was showing me the trailer to some neat new indie game they were getting into, and my immediate thought was "that does look pretty nice but FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING! INDIE DEVS, PLAY A SECOND GAME ALREADY!"

Presumably you've already guessed this, but it was a nice little handcrafted thing that was very plainly inspired primarily by Super Metroid. Even had those bubble-looking platforms. I'd say what it was specifically, but I already forgot the name, because, you know, I've kinda seen a few games do this before.

It's not like Super Metroid isn't one of my favorite games of all time, obviously. I'm one of the shockingly few people who played it when it was new and totally fell in love then. And it's also not like there aren't several games made in its image that I also love. It's just that there's way too damn many of them out there for anyone to play, and while I'd never be one to tell someone not to make the thing they want to make due to market saturation or whatever, I kinda feel like we're doing a huge disservice to our collective creativity and appreciation of classic games to all be so hyper-focused on putting our own spins on this one particular game, especially when it kinda knocked things out of the park back when this wasn't a genre it was just this one super cool game with, among other things, a compelling structure to it.

Like, I do love that Super Metroid became A game that's served as a focal point for indie devs to try and recreate. Back when it was first released it actually sold kinda terribly by Nintendo's standards, and didn't really have anything else out there trying to iterate on the concept until we eventually got the Castlevania series going that route, and Cave Story. But at this point, yeah, Super Metroid has been all canonized and studied to death and if you're the sort of person who cares about this sort of thing in the slightest you know all about how it ticks and the appeal and what other ways the basic premise can be pulled in. So it's well past time for people to take another game that's super great and fairly unique and use that as a jumping off point to make some new things. So I'm just going to ramble here a little about some real gems that nobody's ever really gotten around to trying to replicate.

Punch-Out!!

I want to say we're all familiar with Punch-Out!! but... are we? It's a famously difficult game, so odds are good you've seen speedruns or other challenge runs, but you really have to play it for yourself to see what's so interesting about it. A big part of the initial appeal of course was having these really expressive screen-filling characters, which isn't something we're lacking now. It's also real twitchy, basically unplayable towards the end if you're dealing with any sort of input lag at all, which isn't super unique these days, but structurally, the way it's coded, there's all this weird artificial drama to it.

Like, on the surface, it's a pretty straightforward thing. Enemies have tells for their attacks, you dodge those, you hit them in the resulting openings. But there's also the round based structure, knock-downs, and one-off gimmick mechanics in the mix. Officially, we're playing by the rules of boxing where the outcome of a match is decided by either knocking someone down and them not getting back up, knocking them down three times in a round, or running out of time and having to go to some judge's decision. But that's not REALLY how it works.

There's no random chance of someone going down and staying down. You've got HP meters, you take one down, your opponent falls over, waits until late in the count and gets up, forcing you to drain that HP down three times before the round ends, and if yours bottoms out, you get to mash buttons to stand up and have your other two chances. But then there's times you CAN take someone down, not only keeping them down for a KO win, but even getting there without your opponent bottoming out on HP first. The most famous example, I believe of both of these, being Bald Bull's charge. The big dramatic make or break where he just keeps using this special move which isn't terribly hard to dodge, but deadly if it connects, and dodging doesn't really help as he won't stop until the round ends, and then might spend the whole second round doing nothing but. You need to take that risk, and get that frame perfect stomach strike just before he connects to dramatically KO him and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat... or you can do this:

I was actually looking for an example of the all or nothing strike when I found this. If you don't face the charge in round 1, he gets into it sooner in round 2 to force the matter, but if you're still not confident enough to go for it there, turns out you can just drop him early into round 3 and have him stay down... and the only real consistent rule any of this follows is drama. Heck looking at the opening screen here, this person knows tricks for getting a KO on at least the first 10 opponents. Most of them I've always just taken the TKOs on myself. Point is though, the mechanics really run on drama. AI scripts change up if you move onto new rounds. Knock-downs turn into knock outs if and only if it fits a certain narrative. This sort of thing is super fascinating to me. Makes me want to look through the game's code line by line. And the only thing I can think of in any other game that even comes close is, of all things, the Ace Attorney series, with those scenery chewing meltdowns, and scattered scenes that "break the rules" with instant failure penalties or no-win situations where you're then suddenly saved by a friendly NPC's dramatic appearance.

I wouldn't suggest anyone literally try to make a Punch-Out!! clone. There's no real reason to stick to the boxing framework. I'd definitely advise against copying all the broad stereotypes. But there's a real unique soul to the drama-driven mechanics breaking stated rules I'd love to see people really digging into to gain a deep understanding of it and apply that to original games.

Yume Kojo: Doki Doki Panic

I'm not just being pretentious and refusing to say Super Mario Bros. 2. When it was Mario-ized, there were two huge changes- A run button the original FDS game didn't have, and the fundamental structural change of just having you finish levels with whatever character you like (or use warp zones to skip them entirely). In the original game, in order to see the proper ending, you had to play each and every level with each and every character with no run button. And that's neat, actually.

See, just as an example, there's a bit of a skip early on in both versons of the game, where you can avoid taking a door through some whole area by just leaping across a big waterfall. In Super Mario Bros. 2 anyone can do this, just needing a running start, but in the original release, there are no running starts. Either you can jump that gap by way of good airtime, or you can't. Depends which character you play as. Everyone has different stats, so being forced through the same full set of levels, there's a few little things like this where you have to alter your strategy to reflect the character you're running with at the time. That's cool. The whole mechanic of lifting things and throwing them, or riding on enemies' heads, or stacking blocks to reach higher areas or block fireballs, this is also just cool (and another thing SMB2 tweaked actually, play both and see for yourself).

I have seen literally one indie game that riffed on this idea, Curse of the Crescent Isle.

Umihara Kawase

If you've played it, you know. If you haven't, please just watch this speedrun:

Nothing has physics quite like this game. Nothing really has the same weird mildly distressing dream sort of tone to it either, or weird as hell branching level structure, or the weird system where the game has a time limit, but rather than giving a game over just makes it end after your current level. Other games have played with grappling hooks, but nothing I've ever seen has made me feel like this here is what they were going for.

Altered Beast

You know, I don't even particularly LIKE Altered Beast. I always thought it was a bit too short, a bit too simple, and still somehow it felt like you were just killing time until getting the power-ups that kinda make you invincible for the rest of the level.

There's... something here though. Somewhere with these bodies getting so bulky and beefy with no change to their heads and the voice samples and the sense of spectacle to it all, and yeah the dramatic gameplay shifts with the power-ups. I don't quite know what the secret sauce is, but if you find it, bottle it up, and slather it over something less shallow, you might really have something there.

Ecco the Dolphin

There is such a weird mix in the whole series of new age hippie save the whales vibes and genuinely disquieting horror just kinda seamlessly blended together. So much of it is the sound design, but the claustrophobia, the weird sense of speed, the constant pressure of drowning or suddenly being in the face of some huge nasty thing that'll basically one-shot you. The... unspoken but pronounced notion that this is set in a world where all of humanity died and are totally unremembered. There's a hell of a lot you could do with any of this, and the only game I can think of that comes close to hitting the same notes is Subnautica. Actually for that matter...

Subnautica

I don't want to get into what's so great about Subnautica here, because the most common sentiment I hear from people who have played it is they wish there was some way they could play Subnautica for the first time, again. Just... yeah. If you haven't already, play through it all completely blind, and if you can think of how to recapture all of that, do it, and put it in my hands without a word.

X-Com Apocalypse

So... X-Com is a truly amazing game that to this day feels like a unique enough beast it also wouldn't be bad to try and learn from, but there's actually a good number of attempts at clones already, none quite seem willing to get into the same levels of complexity, and there's the whole remade Firaxis series with a simpler take that a lot of games are using as a template. But Apocalypse? The original third game? That tried to do a lot of new and different stuff. I don't know how much of it didn't work vs. how much is secretly amazing if you internalize how it works vs. what's sort of half-baked per se, but there's some real ambition with mixing the original's tactical intricacies and destructible terrain and such (which somehow works even better with the realtime mode this one has), with this living breathing city. You aren't intercepting UFOs on a featureless world map. You've got a whole separate combat engine on a persistent map where stray shots can damage roads and cause long-term problems because the supplies you order get shipped via trucks that travel on those roads. Tons of factions you ideally want support from but can go attack and rob if they feel like lost causes. A tech tree with really dramatic progress and early discoveries that are either double-edges swords or genuinely just terrible things to try to use.

And then the endgame is really neat because instead of just one big final mission, you flip the whole script, and suddenly you're invading an alien city, picking targets to wreak havoc on and ultimately destroy, one by one. Incidentally this also did headcrabs before Half-Life so... I feel like it should be better known just for historical context.

Shadow of the Colossus

I know this is kind of a big technical ask, but why the hell were we not FLOODED with a whole generation of grandiose setpiece-y boss rush games after this first dropped? Perhaps more than anything else on here, someone really needs to get onto scratching this specific itch again, immediately.

I could totally keep going, but more importantly I'm sure you had some game that really left a mark on you that's been largely forgotten since, which I don't even know about, and you should really, if you're up to it, try and teach the world about it and how great it was by blending the old with something new of your own.

Just... draw from wider pools of inspiration, people.

[kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay]

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Summary: This isn't how you thought you'd see the city from above for the first time.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, black mail, non-con (touching and sex), loss of virgintiy, coercion, manipulation, improper boss-employee relations, hidden cameras, power-imbalance, hinted anal sex

Word count: 1.5k

Author's note: And here we have entry number four for @the-slumberparty's BINGO challenge! I can't believe I'm writing so much lately and I am truly grateful to have signed up for this fun little venture because it has helped me write more than I probably have in the whole past year.

I ticked off a single square this time, which is "blackmail" and turned it into a deliciously spicy piece of writing. Enjoy!

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He has you naked and pressed up against the clear glass pane of his office, the streets of the city sprawling in every direction far below you.

His suit brushes up against your bare back, legs encased by his to keep you immobile against the window. Your head is turned to the side, left cheek against the glass, your hitching breaths fogging it over.

“Don't be so difficult, darling,” he slithers in your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver through your already trembling body. “We both know there's no way out of this.”

You try to shake your head no, shame and helplessness scorching your insides. You know calling for help won't do you any good. No one is coming.

“All you have to do is spread your pretty legs and you can go unscathed and with a glowing review on your records once the internship is over,” he says lowly, letting go of one of your hands he'd pressed to the glass to reach around your body and grab at your chest. He lets out a hum and bend down further to nuzzle at your neck.

“No...” you whisp weakly, your now free hand reaching back to bat at his fruitlessly.

“Yes,” the black-haired devil calling himself your boss replies. “I will split your tight little virgin pussy open on my cock whether you want to or not. But it is your decision if the footage of your deflowering is gonna be spread around or kept safely in my pocket.”

You let out a sob and sink further against the cold window. You can't get out of this. You fought with everything you had, shouted for help, bartered for your life with anything you could think of. But he kept on.

Stalking you through his sealed off office like the predator he is, stripping you of your clothes piece by piece once he's caught you and telling you about all the horrible things he wants to force you to do.

“You were asking for it, lovely. So eager to please, jumping at every opportunity to be of use, looking at me with those innocent eyes... Very tempting indeed,” he husks, giving your neck a playful bite.

“And what can I say, when I see something I like, I take it.”

You shake your head again and push back against his hold, but he is stronger than you and just like before, all your effort is for nothing.

“Better accept it, darling girl. I can ruin your reputation with the flick of a finger. I'm pretty sure you don't want all your future job prospects to go down the drain just because you're a little scared to get fucked like you deserve, hm?”

You can't speak. You've gone mute in your shock, mind and body out of sync as the situation unfolds, and not in your favour.

“Come now, let's get you away from the window,” he coos in a mockingly caring tone when he notices your defeat. You silent acquiescence.

Mr Laufeyson steps back, pulling you with him as he walks away from the window and drags you over to his desk. Giving you an unkind shove, he sprawls you over the hard wood, your back painfully colliding with the cold surface while he grabs your dangling legs and presses them apart.

You let out an embarrassed cry and try to close your legs, but he's stronger than you. When you reach down to hide yourself, he gives your hand a mean smack and pinches your thigh until you retract your hand and sag back against the desk with a quiet sob.

“What a pretty little flower we have here,” the raven-haired man praises and you jerk when he reaches out to spread your lips with his index and ring finger. His middle finger flicks down and coyly circles your clit until you whimper helplessly.

“Ripe and ready for the taking,” he muses, sounding all too pleased with himself when he inserts a finger into your barely wet pussy and pushes it as far as it can go.

You twitch and writhe, your body wanting nothing more than to escape this man's unbidden touch. But you can't. He'll ruin you, showing his mistake for everyone to see and still it will be you who reaps the consequences of his actions.

Your hands reach up to grasp the edge of the polished desk with a death grip and keep them away from your splayed body parts.

Your boss keeps toying with you, finding better ways to stimulate your clit and adding a second finger to your quickly moistening cunt.

When you let out a whimpered moan he gives a triumphant chuckle and lets go of your thigh to instead reach up and massage your breasts, squeezing and kneading, pinching your nipples until you cry out and twist your body away from his cruel touch.

Horror bubbles in your gut when you feel a familiar heat rising in your loins and more tears spill out of your bloodshot, swollen eyes.

Your muscles bear down on the man's questing fingers, but just before you can tip over that dreaded edge, he pulls his hand away and gives your cunt a harsh spank that almost has you jumping out of your own skin.

“Little harlot, almost coming on my fingers. If you are to come, you will do so writhing on my cock,” he states and pushes his slicked fingers into his mouth while undoing his belt.

Once they are clean of your essence, he pulls them out and shoves down his pants and underwear until they fall down to his feet and he steps out of them.

You're too dazed and terrified to do more than watch as he unbuttons his blazer and tosses it aside as well before pushing up the sleeves of his dress shirt and reaching your your frozen form.

His movement startles you out of your state and your eyes automatically dart down to the erect cock standing proud between the cruel bastard's legs.

You gulp. That would never fit in you-

Mr Laufeyson pulls you off the desk and leaves you on shaky legs as he slides between the desk and yourself. You can hear the wood creek when he leans just against the edge and you make to turn around to see what he's doing but his hands clamp down on your waist to keep you facing forward and away from him.

You puff out scared breaths when he slides his hands down to your thighs and bends to get a good grip on them before hauling you off your feet and back against his chest, thighs spread wide apart like butterfly wings, baring every hidden crevice usually kept safe between them.

“Wait- wait, please,” you croak out suddenly, your hands scrambling for anything to hold onto but coming up empty in the position he's got you in.

“Shhh, lovely girl, let it happen. I promise you're going to feel pleasure beyond your understanding,” he shushes you.

His body shifts and the raven-haired man briefly lets go of one leg, letting it dangle uselessly while he reaches between you and draws his cock up against your defenceless pussy.

He guides it through your pussy lips, sawing up and down to coat himself in your slick before drawing back and nestling the head just in your opening. Once he's in place, he hoists your leg back up and pushes away from the desk to fully stand on his own two feet while you precariously dangle from him with just the tip of his cock touching your pussy.

“Ready?” he taunts in your ear and you make to shake your head, but the cruel man doesn't wait for your answer.

Instead, he loosens his hold on you, using your own body weight to impale your tight pussy on his cock, forcing your wet walls apart and breaking through the tissue lining your precious entrance.

You let out a howl and writhe in Mr Laufeyson's arms, pained moans and babbled pleading flowing from your deflating lungs.

He doesn't listen. Instead, he slams you down all the way, his tip painfully hitting the back of your tunnel before pulling out and immediately pushing back in without giving you a moment of reprieve to wrap your head around the fact that you've just painfully lost your virginity against your will.

“Oh Norns, your tight little pussy feels like heaven,” your boss groans, his breath puffing against the back of your neck as he keeps moving you up and down his cock, his hips mercilessly meeting your body's motions on every thrust.

“St-Stop- pleaaa- please..” you cry, your words chopped from the rough bouncing of your body. “H-hurts.”

“It'll get easier once you're broken in,” the man grunts, his voice strained by pleasure. “Maybe I should get my brother to help me open up this tight body. He's never been one to say no to a virgin ass.”

...

Ah, I live for cruel Loki. He's such a bastard and it's really fun to write when he's paired with a helpless little birdy. Such a manipulative fucker :D

[melodicbreeze]

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Basics Name/nickname: Ash Age: 26 Pronouns: they/them Years of writing: 10+

Reflection I saw others doing it back when roleplay groups were huge on Facebook. I started getting into more intensive writing in middle school when my friend and I would start writing self insert fanfics and the likes, especially when we started getting real into character crafting.

Do you have any writing routines? Not at all! I write when the mood strikes me. Usually it's not hard to get into a mood when I started working on something.

What's your favorite part about writing? Getting to create something together with someone! Also the plots. It's like, getting to read a fanfiction that ticks off all the stuff you want in one. It gets me so jazzed up and scratches the best itch in the brain.

Three things you like about your writing:

I like writing dialog! It helps that Venti is very chatty (even if he talks a lot but says little yknow). A lot of other muses I've had were pretty silent, so I thought I might stumble with dialog, but it's not really that hard for me!

I like that it's apparently good enough to gain some roleplay partners who want to write with me, haha.

I like that it lets me meet people! I've met some great friends, and my wonderful boyfriend, because I write!

A question for the next person! Write a question for the next person to answer. Once you've answered it, leave a new question for someone else to answer. From Vênus: What's the most challenging thing and character you've written, and why?

The most challenging writing I would say has to be on my previous main blog. I wrote Ryou Bakura, and he was a very quiet type. I had to work a lot with introspection, thoughts, and setting while writing him because I couldn't lean on dialog to keep the thread moving forward. I don't think there was one specific thread that was more difficult than the others, just that in general.

Anyway, it was great to learn and practice the "yes, and" of roleplaying. Responding to the previous reply being the yes, and then furthering it being the and, so that not one mun is solely moving the plot along.

My question for you: Is there a character from media you disliked that you then grow to really like because of a specific mun's portrayal?

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