#its okay they are friends kart will be fine

[lilyjeong]

flamin’ hot lemon

Jaehyun stares at you walking and laughing with johnny. You’re smiling at whatever dumb stuff he said while laughing uncontrollably. johnny can’t be that funny right?

Jaehyun met you two weeks ago at johnnys birthday party. Johnny mentioned that you and him have been best friends since childhood.

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2 weeks ago-

“wait y/n i’ll come back”

“No john i don’t know anyone here!! i’m gonna look like a loner” you pull his arm hoping he doesn’t leave you all alone in the kitchen counter

“y/n its my birthday and my friends are here”

you pout

“okay fine how about” johnny looks around and finally lays on jaehyun who’s drinking while leaning on the wall

“look come” he pulls you quickly in jaehyuns direction. you guys finally arrive and jaehyun looks at johnny then to you with a confused expression

“hey?”

“hey jaehyun look this is my best friend y/n” he signals to you and you smile awkwardly to the handsome guy you just met who’s standing there surprised

“y/n this is jaehyun my best friend!” johnny says with a joking tone

jaehyun returns the awkward smile to you

“okay now i’m gonna go while you guys get to know each other. bye bye!”

johnny speeds off to the who can drink more contest between doyoung and taeyong

both you and jaehyun stand there awkwardly not saying anything

you finally decide to break the ice

“well that was weird”

jaehyun chuckles

“tell me about it”

“he always does this, thinks without thinking”

“you mean acts without thinking?” jaehyun raises an eyebrow at you

“yeah! that’s what i meant” you say trying not to seem embarrassed he lets out a soft laugh that sounds so attractive

“well in your defense he also does that” you both laugh talking about johnny. but eventually the johnny conversation ended and you guys ended up talking about each other

jaehyun didn’t know what was happening to him but he really enjoyed talking to you. he didn’t want to stop he did think that you were pretty and the way you talked had him mesmerized

when he went to bed that night he couldn’t stop thinking about you

he decided to search you up on instagram. Your face started to pop up. different posts of yourself and your life. he was scrolling and smiling so hard it felt as if his dimples were about to pop out he was so immersed in your photos that he didn’t realize the door open

“who has you smiling that hard?” yuta came in and teased him

“what?” jaehyun immediately felt embarrassed. his best friend just caught him being all smiley at his phone “no one!” jaehyun put his phone down quickly

“oooo someone has a crush”

jaehyun threw a pillow at yuta

he layed back down

a crush? does he really have a crush on you?

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After you’re walk with johnny he invited you into the dorm

jaehyun was in the kitchen shirtless cooking something that smelled delicious while humming

“yo dude put some clothes on” johnny threw him a random white shirt he found in the couch

jaehyun turned around and made eye contact with you. his ears immediately turned red and he quickly put the shirt on

you were wearing a white short shirt with some tight denim jeans

“y/n..hey”

“hi jaehyun” you smiled at him

“come on y/n let’s play mario kart” johnny went to the living room

you followed johnny and walked back to the living room

jaehyuns eyes followed you as he checked you out, your ass looked amazing in that denim. he felt a familiar tightness in his pants as he saw the way you leaned behind the coach giving him a perfect view of how well the denim hugged your ass

he ran into his room and immediately jumped on his bed pulling his pants down to reveal his aching cock begging to be touched

he replayed the images of you in his head while stroking it lightly. you were so fine and he guessed you were out of his league

as he remembered the way you were walking in those jeans his hand started to speed up

“fuck..y/n”

he didn’t even meant to say your name but he liked how good it sounded, wondering how his name will sound coming out of your pretty mouth

“y/n-“

“hey jaehyun johnny left and-“

you opened the door to find jaehyun stroking himself while saying your name. he quickly sat up and his eyes widened

“fuck y/n what?”

“i-

you were speechless, you didn’t know what to say

“look i’m sorry i can expla-“

“were you… touching yourself while thinking about me?” you walked closer to jaehyuns bed closing the door behind you

“uh no? i mean well i-“

you climbed on the bed and sat on his lap one knee on each side

“tell me jaehyun what were you doing then?”

jaehyun gulped hard and looked into your eyes”

“i-“

“go ahead” you started to kiss his neck, jaehyun let out a soft groan at the feeling of your lips on his skin

“yeah..i was”

“hmm and did it help?” you started to unbutton his shirt and leave pecks on his toned chest

“yeah but- i would prefer if it were actually you and not my hand” you can tell how embarrassed jaehyun was but he was definitely not the shy guy you met anymore

“would you?” you sat up and started to unbutton your jeans

“no wait” he got on the floor and his hands roamed around your lower body, from your thighs to you ass

“don’t take these off” he kissed your jeans

you smiled at him and he finally got up to kiss your lips, it started as a soft kiss but he started going deeper into your mouth, your tongue touching his, saliva being exchanged. the kiss was now rough and needy

jaehyun started to undo your blows. he unclipped your bra with one arm and let it fall onto the ground

“fuck you’re perfect y/n”

he kissed your chest down to you left boob, he looked up at you and attached his mouth to it, sucking and licking it while playing with the other one using his hand

“jaehyun…”

“yes baby?”

he sat down on the edge of the bed and you straddled his lap. he kept on playing with your chest and you can feel yourself getting impatient down there

you started to grind on his thighs moving up towards his cock that was still aching from not being able to finish earlier

you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation that you were feeling through your jeans, you moved faster riding him out

“fuck” you were both moaning jaehyun feeling the denim fabric on his dick

“jaehyun i-im close”

“gosh me too baby”

you were both a moaning mess and after one last bounce you felt the pleasure rush over you. it went right through your jeans, a visible wet spot appearing quickly jaehyun moved up one last time before cumming on your jeans also making a mess on them

“aw these were my favorite jeans” you pouted playfully

“yeah they were mine too” he laughed

you were about to kiss him and throw him back to lay down until you heard johnny yelling your name

“fuck!”

you quickly got off looking around for tissue to try to clean your jeans. you were looking on the floor bending down giving jaehyun the perfect view once again

he let out a soft chuckle. you turned around and found him staring

“would you mind and help me find something to clean myself with?”

he laughed and got up. grabbing a box of tissues next to him and handing them to you

you tried to clean your jeans but it was no use instead you made it worst and it spread, making the ‘puddl more visible

johnnys voice was getting louder as he kept calling for you

“fuck!!”

“its okay they look good like that” jaehyun said in a teasing tone. you pushed him

“not funny” you walked out of his room and went to johnny

“oh hey y/n where were you? i was calling you for so long”

“sorry i was uhh-“

johnny pointed at your dirty jeans

“yo what happened there?”

“oh uh- i-i-“

before you could create an excuse which you were definitely not gonna come up with right now jaehyun can out his room with a pair of shorts

“here, sorry about spilling my cereal on you by the way”

you looked at him and took the shorts from him

“RIGHTTTT, your cereal! the milk! oh don’t worry its fine jaehyun thank you for the extra pair tho!”

“he spilled his cereal on you?” johnny asked looking at uou

“yeah i thought u had come back so i was gonna scare you but instead i scared jaehyun! causing his plate to tilt over and milk get over my jeans”

“ohhhh” johnny squatted down and touched the stain

your eyes widened and jaehyun chuckled

“i don’t know if that’ll come off”

your face was filled with disgust and you immediately backed away feeling bad

“umm- i-i should get going.. bye john!!”

you quickly ran out the door

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its been a couple of weeks and you and jaehyun have still been having sex on the low

you don’t know if it was because of how good he was or something but you did not want to let him go, and you couldn’t go a DAY without doing it with him, they were always quick rounds hiding from johnny or meeting up secretly and doing it crazy but never longer since you guys weren’t like that, once you guys were done you would put you’re clothes on and leave because what else would you do right?

it’s been a few days since you last saw him tho

johnny invited you to a movie night today so you were knocking on his door, to your surprise jaehyun opened, he was wearing a white tee with black jeans holding a bag of flamin hot cheetos. you smiled at him but he didn’t return the smile

instead he moved back and let you come in

you were confused but didn’t let it show since johnny was right there

“hey y/n”

“heyyy”

he was preparing popcorn in the kitchen and jaehyun came to put his bag away

“yo jae what are you gonna do right now”

“uh nothing why”

“why don’t you join us”

you’re eyes widened

“nah i’m fine”

“cmon jae it’ll be fun, plus you and y/n know each other right?”

oh trust me we know each other well. jaehyun didn’t really say anything and so did you

“okay! that’s great! cmon let’s go”

johnny led you both to the living room, you were in the middle of them both, jaehyun on one side and johnny on the other with a blanket on top of all of you, you couldn’t help but pay more attention to the way jaehyuns body was touching you. god something about him

johnny got up to go check on the popcorn

you and jaehyun continued to watch the movie, until you felt a hand on your thigh. you looked over to jaehyun who was pretending to focus on the movie. his hand kept on going upper, he spread your legs a bit and touched your clothes core. you gasped at the feeling of his fingers rubbing on you

he pushed your panties and slid his fingers in, you gasped louder at the sudden feeling. he started to thrust them in and out of you at a slow pace

you held his arm and tried to keep it quiet

“oh fuck” you whispered close to his ear

johnny came back but only stood in front of the tv so he can get the popcorn when its ready.

you tried to push jaehyuns fingers away since it was too risky getting caught by your friend but he wouldn’t move

“jaehyun wait”

“shhh” he kept on moving his fingers in and out of you. “don’t make a sound”

jaehyuns fingers had you rolling your eyes back and the huge risk of getting caught by your best friend made you get turned on even more

.jaehyuns pace quickened and his fingers were moving fast in and out of you. you tried your best not to make a sound but it was so hard

“i-im so close jaehyun-“ you whispered in his ear

he took it as a sign and moved his fingers faster and deeper in you, you couldnt hold back and you screamed when your high came rushing.

at the same time johnny also screamed

“that was so scary!” he was talking to the horror movie on the screen and then left to go check on the popcorn

you were heavily breathing and watched as jaehyun took his hand out of the blanket

he brought his fingers up to his lips and sucked on them

your mouth watered at the view of him sucking his fingers filled with your taste

you were gonna give him a quick kiss but he got up and walked towards his room

“yo jae where you goin?” johnny yelled as jaehyun passed by the kitchen to go to his room

“did you say something to him?” he looked at you confused

you were confused yourself

you and johnny kept on watching the movie till johnny eventually fell into a deep sleep, you took this opportunity and tiptoed yourself to jaehyuns room

the light was on and you knocked on the door lightly

“come in” jaehyuns voice was heard from inside. you opened the door and walked in

“hey” you said lightly going towards him

he looked at you and went back to scrolling on his phone

He hasn’t been paying attention to you these past weeks why? did you do something wrong?

he clearly wasn’t talking to you so you got on the bed touched his crotch. he let out a small gasp at your touch. you were untying his pajama pants and about to pull them down until he stopped you

“y/n- not now”

he looked down at you and you stared at him. he never said no to you giving him head. you were confused and hurt so you got up and looked at him

“are you fucking someone else?”

he just looked at you

so he was. either way you guys weren’t really anything, just some plain fuck buddies so why would you care?

“i don’t really care if you are but if you wanna stop what we’re doing you could’ve just told me, instead of making me look stupid this whole time”

“no y/n it’s not that it’s just that”

“then what is it? are you..not attracted to me anymore?”

jaehyun stood up his bed and held you arms

“no y/n it’s not that either”

you pulled away from him

“then oh my god jaehyun just tell me you don’t want me anymore and i’ll leave! stop making this so difficult!”

for some reason you felt the feeling of wanting to cry, you would be lying if you didn’t say you liked jaehyun, because you liked him a lot so for you it technically feels like a break up

“it’s not that y/n!! it’s just that.. i like you”

you froze and looked at him

“i really like you y/n. since the first time i saw you i knew you were the girl of my dreams. but you’re so amazing and beautiful and are so close with the guys so you clearly have other options but i hope that you don’t pick nobody else even tho your out of my league and i don’t even know if you like me but-“

you grabbed his face and kissed him deeply

this kiss feeling different then the others

“jaehyun i like you too” you smiled at him and he smiled back. kissing him back he pulled you in more deeper and held your waist tightly

you pulled back to catch your breath and he layed you down on the bed. he crawled on top of you and kissed you again. he kissed your jaw then your neck then took your shirt off and started kissing your bare chest

he started to rub his fingers against your thighs slowly going upwards. teasing you

“jaehyun please”

“please what baby?”

“i-“

“cmon beg for it”

“i need you in me jae please, please come in me”

a lusty smile spread across his face

he fell to his knees in front of you and disappeared in between your legs

He licked and sucked your clit as if it was his last meal. his toungue moving slowly but amazing he started to speed up and you couldn’t hold it anymore, you grabbed his fluffy hair and pulled on it pushing his face more in you. And he enjoyed it feeling both pain and pleasure from it, you can tell from a muffled moan he lets out and the way he-squishes your thighs in his hand harshly

“oh shit jae im so-“

“cum for me baby” he mumbles in between each lick and that’s it for you

you release on his toungue and his face

you breathe heavily after the amazing orgasm you just had.

jaehyun comes out with his hair that is now a mess after all the pulling and pushing, he’s red, sweaty, and his face is covered with you. he uses his toungue to wipe it off and brings it back into his mouth tasting you

“i love the way you taste. so sweet like watermelon” you felt turned on once again as he said that with his deep sexy voice

he stood up and took his pants off revealing his hard aching cock

you immediately stood up and got on your knees in front of him

you held his cock in your hand and started pumping it. you took it to your mouth and licked the sides and the tip before putting it all in your mouth

jaehyuns threw his head back and let out a loud grown

you started to suck it his dick pumping in and out of you

“oh fuck yes baby just like that”

he held your head and pushed you in deeper

you couldn’t breathe but you liked it

with one last push you tasted him, his come dripping down your mouth

he turned you around and bent you down in front of him

he pulled your skirt down giving him a full view of your ass. he lined himself up with you and after a bit of teasing he finally put it in

you moaned loudly at the feeling that overcame you

“you take me in so well baby”

jaehyun whispered in your ear thrusting hard

you were a moaning mess

he hit every spot he needed to hit

“jaehyun”

“yes baby”

“jaehyun” you were so into the feeling of him in you that all you could do was moan his name out loud

jaehyun was all you could think about

“let me hear you”

jaehyun was always so good at having sex, which is why you kept on doing it after that one time

he was clearly an expert but something about you guys right now felt different

you weren’t just having sex you were making love

“fuck i’m so close y/n”

you held him close and digged your nails on his back. you were both tired and a moaning sweaty mess

with one last thrust you hit the best orgasm you every had

you released all over jaehyun as he was grunting

you could tell he was also close and with one last thrust he collapsed on top of you

you were both heavy breathing bodies closed together your hand hugging his back and his face in your neck

he was about to get up but you stopped him pulling him back down

“baby you have to get cleaned”

“we can go all night”

you rolled him over and got on top of him about to kiss him

“yo jae can i eat your flamin hot ch-“

johnny came in with jaehyuns hot cheetos bag. jaehyun immediately put the covers on top of both of you guys

johnnys eyes widened and his jaw dropped at the sight of your naked self on top of jaehyuns, naked self

“john get out!!!!” jaehyun threw a pillow

johnny snapped back into reality and closed the door

you fell on jaehyun feeling embarrassed

your childhood best friend just walked in on you and his other best friend having sex

the door opened once again

“can i put lemon on them?”

“JOHNNY” you both said in unison

“ok fine fine” he closed the door

flamin hot lemon

[amirasainz]

can you do more of baby!sainz crushing on lando and lando really likes it and flirt with her any time ++ carlos’s reaction

Of coure I can. This is a Part 2 story, so I would recommend reading the first part. My stories are usually seperate stories, however it was quiet fitting in this case. Btw, Carlos ec gf is mentioned, Isa I love writing requests for you guys and hope you enjoy reading my work. Let me know if you have any whishes! -XoXo

Three times when....Part 2

4. The Quadrant video

Ah, the delicate dance of family dynamics and romantic getaways—the kind that unfolds against the backdrop of sun-kissed beaches and whispered secrets. Carlos Sainz, the Ferrari sensation, had planned a romantic vacation with his girlfriend, seeking moments of stolen kisses and moonlit walks. And what better place than Bali to weave their love story?

But life, ever the mischievous storyteller, had other plans. A new Quadrant video emerged, casting its spotlight on the youngest Sainz sister. There stood Amira, flanked by Lando’s friends, Max and Keegan, her eyes fixed on Lando as he explained the rules of their karting challenge. Karting—a miniature ballet of speed and precision—would be their canvas.

Lando, the showman, draped his arm over Amira’s shoulder. His friend Keegan would take the wheel, aiming to beat Lando’s time. But first, Lando had to set the benchmark. As he zipped around the track, Amira’s gaze never wavered. Her words flowed like a river of admiration: “He is an amazing driver. It won’t take long before he takes his first win. Look how easy he makes it look.” Her grin was infectious, like a sunbeam breaking through the clouds.

And then, in a hushed whisper, she added, “Como un profesional.” Keegan and Max exchanged puzzled glances, their linguistic compass spinning in confusion. But Amira knew. She’d witnessed her friends’s journey—the sweat, the sacrifice, the hunger for victory. In that quiet moment, she held a secret: Lando Norris, the boy who’d captured her heart, was destined for greatness.

When Lando finally finished his run, he sprinted toward her. “And, what do you think, darling?" he teased. “Maybe I’ll be able to take you on a ride one day.” His flirtatious tone hung in the air, and apparently, it was working—because Amira was giggling.

Throughout the video, Lando would sweetly explain things to her while she had her whole attention on him. At the end, Max had to do the outro, because Lando was sitting in a kart with Amira on his lap. He clearly showed her things on the wheel, so he moved her hair aside and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"What the fuck did I just watch" thought Carlos to himself

5. The Spa crash

Carlos Sainz found himself in the midst of an interview when his eyes caught sight of his friend sliding across the treacherous Spa track. The Belgian circuit had claimed its share of lives over the years, and the rain only intensified its danger.

In that heart-stopping moment, Carlos’s mind painted worst-case scenarios. But then, relief flooded through him as Lando Norris responded to Sebastian Vettel’s thumbs-up signal and was soon escorted back to the safety of the team garages. Carlos wasted no time, ending the interview abruptly to ensure Lando’s well-being.

Yet, what awaited him upon his arrival was unexpected—a scene that tugged at his heartstrings. Lando stood in the rain, his little sister, Amira, by his side. Tears streamed down her face, and Carlos heard Lando’s soothing words: “I’m fine, darling. Nothing happened. It was just a little jump-scare. I promise, I’ll always come back to you.”

But Amira’s worry persisted. “How can you be so sure about that, Lando? What if—” she began, her voice trembling. Lando cut her off, determination in his eyes. “Hey, none of that, okay? It will take a thousand armies to keep me away from you, okay?” He waited for her nod, their bond unbreakable.

Carlos watched the scene unfold, touched by the depth of their friendship. He approached them, pulling them into a group hug, seeking solace in their shared connection. Together, they retreated into the warmth of the Ferrari garage, a sanctuary against the rain-soaked night.

Later, as Carlos settled into bed with his girlfriend, Isa, he recounted the events. “I didn’t know the two of them were such good friends,”he mused. Isa sighed, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. “You truly know nothing, Carlos Sainz.”

6. DJ Lando

Ah, the nightlife—the pulsing heartbeat of music, neon lights, and secrets whispered in the dark. Lando Norris, the McLaren sensation, was no stranger to the DJ booth, spinning beats that made the crowd sway and lose themselves. Clubs welcomed him like an old friend, and this weekend was no exception.

But amidst the thumping bass and swirling lights, something shifted. A new presence graced the scene: Amira, Carlos little sister. Her usual decline to join club outings had become a predictable pattern, making Carlos’s job as the protective older brother straightforward. Yet this time, she stood there, defying expectations.

And what a sight she was—dressed in a short dress, high heels elongating her legs. Lando kept her close, his arm around her waist or fingers tucked under her hairtie. Carlos’s attention zeroed in on them—the way Lando leaned in, whispering things in Amira’s ear. Her cheeks flushed crimson, embarrassment or amusement dancing across her face. What secrets did they share? Carlos couldn’t fathom, and it gnawed at him.

Lando’s proximity to his sister grated on Carlos’s nerves. Why was he so close? What did he want from Amira? The frustration simmered, and Carlos’s annoyance grew. Why hadn’t anyone clued him in? The club’s rhythm pulsed around them, but Carlos’s mind spun with questions. Perhaps it was time to confront Lando, to unravel the mystery that danced between them.

[sturniolodreamz]

video games - chris sturniolo

based on this request: Pls pls PLS do one where the reader is Chris’s girlfriend and their just hanging out in the living room home alone while Chris is okay Mario kart and Chris says “ma come sit on my lap and cockwarm me while I play Mario cart” and that quickly turns when he keeps moving when playing (Chris being dom pls)

summary - chris gets a little carried away while reader cockwarms him

warnings - smut (obv), light choking, cockwarming

a/n - sorry this took so long, but here is the highly anticipated fic! I had a couple other things i wanted to get done first. hopefully you like it!

tags - @sturniol0z @ethereal-lovers @its-jennarose @angelic-sturniolos111 (lmk to be added)

Nick and Matt had left earlier in the day to go hang out with friends, but Chris decided he wasn't feeling it. So that left my boyfriend and I home alone for the rest of the day. We were just chilling, watching shows and cuddling. I noticed that Chris was more clingy than he normally is, but I didn't think much of it. Eventually we decided to play mario kart together on the nintendo switch. We played a few rounds, with Chris growing increasingly restless. Finally he spoke up, calling me over.

"Ma, come cockwarm me while we play?" He said, half asking and half telling me.

My cheeks went red. "Uhm, Chris, I don't know..." I said, unsure of it. We had never done that before, so I wasn't sure where this was coming from.

"Please babe? I just wanna be close to you." He pleaded.

I thought for a moment before giving in.

"Fine, but nothing crazy, okay?"

He nodded, patting his lap for me to come over. When I reached him, I could already see the bulge in his pants.

"Chris, you're already hard?" I laughed.

"C'mon, it's hard not to be around you."

"Shut up!" I said, playfully hitting him.

My hands found their way to his waistband, gently pulling down his sweats and boxers just enough for his cock to spring out. He let out a soft groan as the tension from his pants were released. I could see how red his tip was, already leaking precum. Not wanting to get too carried away, I turn around and position him at my entrance.

"Ready?" I ask him.

"Please."

I lower myself onto him, sighing at the feeling of him stretching me out, a feeling that I still haven't gotten used to. My back was now against his chest as I relaxed, and he wrapped his arms around me loosely as we started another round.

"Fuck, I love you so much y/n." He says, leaving a kiss on my neck.

"I love you too, Chris."

The round started, with Chris's chin resting on my shoulder as we played. We played mostly in silence, with Chris yelling out every once in a while if he got hit by a shell or fell behind. Chris ever so slightly moved his hips, causing his dick to twitch inside me. He gave me a genuine apologetic look.

"Shit, sorry y/n."

It wasn't long before he began slightly bucking up. I knew him well enough to understand what he was doing. As much as I tried to deny it to myself, I was actually getting turned on.

"Chris, I told you nothing more than cockwarming! What are you trying to do?"

"I know baby, but I can't help it! Can I please fuck you?" He begged.

At this point my pussy was practically throbbing, and Chris knew it.

"C'mon, I know you want it..." He trailed off.

I stood up, both of us gasping at the loss of sensation.

"I guess we better take this to your room then, yeah?" I said, teasingly.

Within a second he was grabbing my hands and walking us to his room downstairs. He shut the door, locking it behind us. He wasted no time pulling me to the bed, kissing me hungrily. My hands went up his shirt, scraping my nails down his back and stomach, knowing it drives him crazy. He groaned into my mouth before grabbing my wrist and guiding it down to his crotch, making me feel how hard he was. I wrapped my hand around his clothed shaft, slowly jerking him through his pants.

"Suck my dick?" he said, more telling than asking.

I hummed in agreement. I hooked my fingers into his waistband, swiftly pulling them down and letting his cock spring out. I wasted no time taking him in my mouth after licking a stripe up the shaft. Soft groans spilled out of his mouth, finally getting the relief that he needed. He gathered my hair into a makeshift ponytail and held my head, encouraging me to take more of him. I paid special attention to his tip, kitten licking it just to tease him. His hips bucked involuntarily before pulling out of my mouth.

"Sorry, but I don't wanna cum yet baby." he said, pulling his shirt over his head leaving him naked. I did the same, quickly removing my clothes while he watched my every movement. Once we were both bare, I crawled back onto the bed, attempting to straddle him.

"Nope. I love you, but I'm on top tonight." he said, flipping us over so he was now hovering over me.

His hand reached down, running through my folds.

"Damn, so wet for me already y/n."

"Mmm, Chris please just fuck me!"

He kissed me as he began teasing his tip at my entrance. My hips moved with his, yearning for friction. Finally, he pushed in slowly, giving me a few moments to warm up to his size. That didn't last long, as he quickly sped up his movements, hooking one of my legs around his waist for a better angle. A string of curses left my mouth as I was overwhelmed with pleasure. My hands roamed his body, lightly scratching down his back and shoulders.

"Choke me." I surprised even myself by saying this, but I was dying to feel his hands around my neck.

He did as I asked, making sure to not hurt me, but applying just the right amount of pressure. He smirked down at me, loving the effect he had on me. He knew he was driving me crazy.

His thrusts gradually got faster and harder, until I felt myself getting close. I couldn't hold on much longer.

"Chris, I'm close!" I whined.

"I know baby, just a little longer. Hold on."

I was sent over the edge when his thumb came down, rubbing circles on my clit. I came forcefully as he felt me clench around him. His thrusts became erratic and I could tell he was close. With a loud grunt, he pulled out of me, aiming his hips toward my tits. I watched his stomach muscles contract as he jerked himself, his warm cum shooting out onto my chest. We were both a moaning mess, trying to catch our breath and still feeling the effects of our orgasms.

"Damn, we should play mario kart more often if this is how its going to turn out!" he joked

I giggled. "Yes, yes we should."

[hamiltonaf]

hey pretty, hope u okay! if it's possible, could u write something for lewis? they have been best friends since 15 after meeting in karts (the reader is a Ferrari driver) lewis has been in love w her since the day they match, but never say something bc he is afraid of losting her. the reader got out of her last relationship and they became close again and one night they just get together and end up confessing their love to both of them. this can be a social media or not, what u prefer, thank u 🤍 (and sorry about the english, it's not my first language)

Icebreaker | Lewis Hamilton

{SOCIAL MEDIA AU}

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x BFF ! Reader

Warnings: None just major fluff

A/N: Hello my loves ! My first SMAU, I hope I did it justice. Hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. Requests are open .xo

yourusername

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yourusername Summer break dump

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user1 Forget about being a wag, I wanna be a HAB !!!!

user2 That boyfriend of hers has nooooo idea how lucky he is..

teamlh SIRRR we see you in the likes

user3 The fact that he liked this 1 min after posting… post notifications are ONNNN

user4 We NEED Lewis & Y/N content ASAPPPP

user5 Charles is 100% reading these comments

yourusername added to their story

yourusername deleted their story

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lewishamilton For old times sake 😉 yourusername

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teamlh OH MY DAYS

user5 THEY WENT KARTING TOGETHER

user6 I’m not okay.

teamyourname besties reunited awwwww

yourusername I think you forgot to mention the part where I won 😌

lewishamilton Okay fine 😪

user7 I’m CRYING ^^ go QUEEENNNNN !!!! I love her sm 🥹🩷

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yourusername Best weekend yet 🤍 Finally faced my fears 🥹😭

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lewishamilton So proud of you ❤️

yourusername All thanks to you 🥰

user1 Are they flirting on main ? 👀

lewhamilton He took her skydiving 😭😭😭 I’m not crying

lhamiltoncrew So are we just going to ignore the sneaky last pic that Y/N posted ??????? 🥹 SO CUTE

fansofyourname Its been a while since we saw Y/N this happy 🥹 Lew is so good for her

user2 Her ex really fumbled 🤪

user3 I’m so glad he didn’t, otherwise when was this ship gonna sail ? 👀

user4 Oh it’s DEFINITELY sailing honey 😏

lewishamilton and yourusername

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lewishamilton Champagne showers 😜

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yourusername Thanks for that, I can’t hear now. Merc strategy 🧐 FIA needs to look into this

lewishamilton Forgive me 🥺❤️

yourusername Hmm…I’ll think about it 🤔

lewishamilton I’m sitting right next to you 🙃

user1 These 2 ^^^ I’m DEAD 💀

yournamehamilton THEY ARE DATING 100%

charlesleclerc Thanks for cropping me out 🙂

yourusername 😇😇😇

georgerussell Congrats yourusername 😌

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yourusername Mi amore 🤍

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lewishamilton ❤️❤️❤️

fanofyourusername OH MY GOD 😱

lewhamilton Talk about hard launch 🤩

user1 Who wrote their love story 😭😭😭

ferarrifangirl From rivals since they were teens to lovers 😩 Y/N stays WINNING

charlesleclerc Called it 😌

yourusername Ariana, what are you doing here 🫣

user2 They were meant for each other all along 🥹

LH44crew It’s beyond me how Y/N never noticed the way he used to look at her 😭😭😭

hamiltonyourname Find yourself a man that looks at you like Sir Lewis Hamilton 😩

[miloformula123fan]

Ollie x reader with dialouge 2, 37 and 57 where theyre childhood friends?

and then after the reveal arthur sees the childhood photos of them and dialogue 32 comes into play and its just all really fluffy and cute

omg i loved this! also i promise i'm working on all requests, not just Lizzy's haha

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

I’m right here. I’m always right in front of you but you never see me!

I always have and always will be here for you

I want the whole world to know about us

It’s always been her, hasn’t it?

ollie bearman x reader

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2014

You watched as the young boy stormed away from the kart now embedded in the wall. Ignoring the sheer relief that you felt, you left the stands to meet him in the paddock where you knew he would be. You spotted him and tried to jog to catch up to him.

“Ollie! Ollie! OLLIE!”

“Yes? What do you- oh. Y/N. Hey” he looked sheepish as he started at the ground as you caught up to him.

“You doing okay? That was a big impact.”

“Yeah I’m fine, just annoyed about the crash. Probably wasn’t my opportunity for the overtake and now my dad has to repair the kart and-”

“Shh, it’s okay Ollie. One race isn’t going to ruin all your chances to make it to F1. and even if it does, I always have and always will be here for you.”

“Thank you, y/n.”

2019

“I cannot understand why it always ends like this. Why cannot girls like me for who I am, instead of who I could be. They always want to be with me preparing for my money and wanting to be an f1 wag, but then when they realise that it’s not all glamour, and there’s hard work and I try to be there.”

“Ollie, in the nicest way possible, I’m gonna need you to shut up.”

“What-why? Y/N you’ve always been my bestie ”

“I’m right here. I’m always right in front of you but you never see me! And yet somehow I am ‘your bestie’ and I have to put up with all your ‘oh i don’t understand why these girls do not like me.’ Ollie, fuck it I am in love with you and I am sick of pretending otherwise.”

Before you could say anything else, Ollie quickly pressed his lips to yours.

2021

“Y/N I want the whole world to know about us. I know you think I shouldn’t due to hate and people calling you a gold digger, but I’m sick of just pretending we’re childhood friends. I want to kiss you when I win races and show you off!”

“Fine. Don’t make me regret this. And if I do, we’re going back to being private again, okay?”

“Of course, love!”

2024

“Aww, you and Y/n were so cute!”

“WERE???”

“You are a little painful but otherwise I supposed you two are still cute. But come on, how can this…”

“Become this?” 

"Oi!"

Arthur looked at Ollie’s smile as he gazed at the photos. He smiled back.

“It’s always been her, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah”

[sunbaekery]

Kiss and Tell: Jisung’s Story 01

Item: Entree

Server: Park Jisung

Description: Jisung is your standard awkward high school student: he plays video games till 2 a.m., cleans his room only when his mother nags him for the hundredth time, and struggles to form coherent sentences in front of the girl he's been crushing on: Kim Yeri. With the annual summer fair coming up, The Carnival, and college looming on the horizon, he finally plucked up the courage to ask her out, and to his surprise, she agreed. This should be it: he's finally getting his chance at the sappy high school romance he's been waiting for, so then why can't he stop thinking about the little mole on the lower right corner of his best friend's lips?

Allergen Warning:  Profanity, Crude Humor, Kiss, etc.

Other Specifications: oc pairing

Price: 0.5k

Sun Baekery Menu

Bad Boy Ben

Jisung glanced at the red numbers flashing on top of his dresser: 2:00. Sighing, he pressed pause on his video game, before leaning back on his chair. He glanced over at his untouched Physics book shoved to the corner of his desk, he should be studying for that physics test he has tomorrow and certainly not playing video games at 2 in the morning, but Jisung was never really the best decision maker. Stretching out his arms and legs, he let out a long, satisfying yawn.

“Hot~”

Jisung quickly shut his mouth, turning toward the noise to find a bushy-haired girl sticking her head through his bedroom window, her grin as bright as the moonlight spilling into the room. With a playful wink, she pushed up the window and let herself into his room.

“Miki, you do realize I have a door, don't you?” Jisung asked, disbelief etched onto his face as he watched his best friend nonchalantly hop onto his bed, tucking her arms under her head.

“Yes, Mr. Andy Park, but where's the fun in that?”

Jisung's ears tinged pink at the sound of his English name, murmuring, he continued, “I knew I shouldn’t have told you my English name.”

“I think its cute~”

“Why are you here?” he asked, attempting to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

“Obviously to play those new games you got,” she replied, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

“It’s 2 AM! You’re two hours late! I’m going to sleep,” Jisung said, shooing Miki off his bed, but her protests fell on deaf ears as she reluctantly got up.

Miki glanced over at the flashing Mario Kart letters on the screen and groaned. “You’re playing Mario Kart again?! What about the new games?”

“Mario Kart is a masterpiece that transcends time and space. It is only fitting that the best plays the best,” Jisung declared, puffing out his chest dramatically.

Miki rolled her eyes at his theatrics. She patted his shoulder with a sympathetic smile. “Sung… it’s okay to be boring. Not everyone can be as fun as yours truly.”

“Hey! I’m fun,” Jisung huffed,“I’ll prove it to you.”

“Oh, will you now?” Miki leaned in, her interest piqued. “Fine, we’ll play your ancient—”

“Classic”

“Right.. classic video game, but loser runs around the block… naked”

Miki smirked as she observed Jisung lose his cool, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “There is no way I'm doing that!”

Miki whined, “Jisung~”

“No way, I'll get arrested.”

“I thought you were a fighter, Sung. I didn't think you'd accept defeat so easily.”

“No, I’m not! It’s just that I—” Jisung stammered, his brain scrambling for a coherent argument as Miki raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying his flustered state.

With a defeated sigh, he relented, “Fine.”

 Miki beams in triumph. “Yay! I knew my Andy Park was secretly a bad boy Ben”

“STOP CALLING ME THAT!”

[rueitae]

Season 2, Episode 7: the crackle goes kiwi caper for @csweekly

AKA, one more week until Stockholm. Get pumped.

This opening is so cool. Love how it’s so seamless from the previous episode. We were promised Moscow and that’s what we get. There is a nice tension to the scene too that Player doubles down on. He’s glad to hear the IDs worked, which means they weren’t sure that they would.

Hello Mr Rhys Darby nice to hear your voice again. I would support your promotion to Faculty.

Dr Bellum has SEVEN uncles. And she hates figures of speech. I love??? These moments?? The Faculty are evil but also silly and completely human. It’s these moments that humanize them. Give them depth.

It is. SO cool to see Shadowsan vs Neal here. Maybe it’s because they’re in disguise, and Neal is an older operative, and they’ve got history, or maybe because it we get to see Carmen and Shadowsan really slickly working together on a caper. Up until now they’ve all been mostly improv. We are in the thick of it now.

Love the sibs getting to work on the warehouse and make it like home. Its productive for them! Look at Ivy’s smile! Zack’s sandwich!

OH yes! Okay Shadowsan is able to confirm for Carmen that Bellum wiped Gray’s mind. I love this moment because team red now has the most complete picture of the whole situation now that Shadowsan’s with them. And Player. Is so funny. He says “fair enough” with his eyes closed, finally surrendering the idea that Crackle is a sleeper agent. Listen, this kid does not like Crackle one bit and this scene just emphasizes it.

Also! Cool that Bellum just always has a project and wants to solve things. She’s a true mad scientist.

The enthusiasm with which Zack looks up to Shadowsan absolutely kills me. Shadowsan never speaks about ninjas in a particularly positive light because that’s what he is, and he knows it’s dark. But Zack puts a positive spin on it. He’s in awe of this man. He wants to learn. ~~he wants a dad~~

Zack. Ivy. nO.

Player what.

WHAT IS THAT GESTURE? Who is gonna sign him (and Carmen and Zack and Ivy) for drama club?

“Player has wicked awesome gamer reflexes” how many rounds of Mario Kart have you lost, Zack? Tell me.

Player offering to use Crackle? Interesting. Must be fully convinced he’s clean then.

Also I appreciate that Carmen says “we can’t pull him back into the game”. Nice little nod to the CS PC games. And that was a 90s Carmen theme too.

But also this episode makes me so mad, just get Player a plane ticket and sell the story to his parents. It’s okay. I’m fine.

The way Gray barely looks at her and is all “you’re late”. Magnificent.

Okay but Shadowsan waiting for the cable guy is an important job.

Okay. Take one moment to appreciate how pretty cool and unique this caper is.

Listen. LISTEN. how funny it would be if “Peter” were actually Player’s legal name. He’s using his legal name as an ALIAS. That's next level crazy. That’s gotta be worth it’s own fic or at least a plot point in one. I’m totally cool with continuing to find fun ways to keep referring to him as Player in fics but this is one instance I might be moved to actually use a non canon name, because there are so many ways to take it.

My “Player has a grudge on Crackle” agenda goes berserk in this episode. They literally talk to each other and have NO idea. My mind is buzzing. Player does it for Carmen but how many times is he thinking about the “my best SCHOOL friend” line. (Not much because he’s comfortable and confident in his friendship but these kids are petty let me live)

So, Gray, what you’re SAYING, is that you wouldn’t mind doing the lighting for Boston.

The way Carmen dances to the music while doing her thing this caper is so cool.

Was. Was Neal the one Black Sheep stole the belt from in her flashback? I wonder that sometimes. It’s so interesting to hear the perspective of an older operative who watched her grow up there.

The panic Player has at the change of plans. Nice show of multitasking too he’s literally typing and not looking.

I love this entire near miss. Bellum, Neal, Gray could have all seen each other so easily this entire part of the episode.

And here’s what I love about Carmen. Between finishing the mission and keeping Gray safe, she doesn’t hesitate.

AH that moment he USES the crackle rod and Carmen is HOLDING her breath if he’ll remember but he doesn’t!

ULTIMATUM!!!! I love a good ultimatum. I don’t think this series has had one yet like this? Like this is super big stakes. I love Bellum. She’s kooky mad scientist who wants to solve problems and the next SECOND she’s like “let’s destroy the rice and starve a whole population” and “let’s cut the power to hospitals and air traffic” like. The others want valuable objects but Bellum’s solo capers are just??? Actual life or death???? It’s chilling. And I just love it when a character is told to surrender or else it’s one of my favorite tropes. VILE is still wanting her alive at this point.

I’m actually fully convinced, that, if given more seasons, there would have been a time travel episode courtesy of Bellum as a nod to the 90a series. This episode further lays the groundwork for her wanting to solve scientific mysteries

Love the parallels to Casablanca here.

Haha. Carmen crashes with her glider two episodes in a row. (I am salivating over next week already)

Carmen is SO relieved that Gray wants to be one of the good guys.

“I do provide a service and it is secret” lol

Player found his bank account lolol not the first time he’s found and tampered with a bank account

VILE never laid eyes in Gray! Player double checking what Carmen wants to do about him, making sure she feels safe since he saw her doing her thief stuff. Carmen’s at peace that he doesn’t remember VILE…

Which ACME is about to COMPLETELY ruin.

Next week, Rue goes feral over the amount of angst and whump in one episode for EVERYONE. But particularly Carmen. I could watch it all day.

[wandringaesthetic]

I’VE PLAYED EVERY MAIN SERIES FINAL FANTASY AND I SAVED THE WORST FOR LAST

I was an SNES kid. I played Super Mario World and Kart and Donkey Kong and Kirby, but from about the third grade until high school I pretty much didn’t play video games at all. Thought they were a waste of time. Toys. Kid stuff. It probably would have stayed that way, but two things happened. 1) Pokemon Blue convinced me that video games could be a mental exercise, a puzzle and a strategy rather than just a test of your reflexes. 2) A friend lent me Final Fantasy VII and her PlayStation over Christmas break, which began an obsession with video games as a storytelling medium in general and with Final Fantasy in particular that lasts to this day.

That was in the year 2000. 22 years and 1 month later, I’ve finally played all of them.

I won’t quite say I’ve “beaten” all of them, because for XI, well. It depends on what you mean. I beat the base game and the first four expansions (Rise of Zilart, Chains of Promathia, Treasures of Aht Urhgan, and Wings of the Goddess), the first two chapters of the last major story expansion (Seekers of Adoulin) and all but the very final boss of the “epilogue” of the game, Rhapsodies of Vana’diel. The final boss of Rhapsodies was what I set as my own arbitrary end goal (because that’s where the credits roll!) and I made it to the boss but couldn’t beat it on my own. In the end, I played more of the main storyline than some people who played it for years in its heyday did, but I also never engaged with the endgame content at all and have less than no interest in doing so. Certainly I’ve beaten the base game. But has someone who has played through A Realm Reborn really beaten Final Fantasy XIV? I mean sure as some kind of arbitrary benchmark, but….

I could almost certainly have beaten that last Rhapsodies boss if I had found a party of players willing to assist me, but I so wanted to just be done with the game that I cancelled my subscription in a fit of pique.

I’m a JRPG person not an MMO person. I’ve claimed that I avoided MMORPGs for a long time because I was in school and/or thought I might be prone to addiction, but that’s only half the truth. I avoided them because, honestly, from everything I’d heard it didn’t seem like they would appeal to me. It’s not that I don’t care about gameplay, but if I’m not engaged in a story I’m probably not sticking around. Plus MMOs seemed like a scam. The way gacha games and collectable card games seem like a scam. You want to be better at this? Spend more money. More content? More time, more money. The entire point seemed to be to get you addicted. And what could possibly be the plot of an MMO? A bunch of quests where you collect bear asses? Despite my love of Final Fantasy, I first played A Realm Reborn with a spirit of ugh, okay, fine, you convinced me. Then I left and didn’t return until the pandemic. Today I continue to have a great time with FFXIV generally, but relevant to what I’m writing about here: when I finally got to the end of Endwalker, that left only one Final Fantasy mountain that I hadn’t climbed.

Final Fantasy XI Online. A game that wasn’t exactly well regarded in its heyday and has aged especially poorly. A game that is a huge time sink. A game that certainly had its cult following, but even they tend to talk about it in terms of I don’t know man, you just had to be there.

Very often in Final Fantasy XI, in order to advance the plot, you have to find a spot on a map. The spot isn’t marked. Usually there’s not any visual indication that it’s there. I played with a mod that added a minimap, and the minimap showed your character as an arrow on the map, red dots indicating enemies, blue dots indicating other players, and green dots indicating all other things that you could target: NPCs, crystal “home” points, nodes for harvesting/mining/etc., and also these targets where you could “find” an object or initiate a cutscene or whatnot.

But as far as I know there wasn’t a shortcut to finding these in the original game other than to tab through everything in your field of vision. No green dots, even. The in game instructions for quests and missions from NPCs and in your menus are usually vague. So you could be going over entire maps like this, tabbing through everything in sight until you find what you need. As far as I know, there’s not another way to find these points built into the game. I mostly got around this by hooking up a second monitor to my pc, having a fan wiki open at all times and using a combination of coordinates from the wiki and the dots on my minimap to find my interaction point.

If you played Final Fantasy XI back in the day, especially if you played on PS2 where modding was impossible, I don’t know how you did this. I imagine a few players were obsessive enough to find the target and then shared that info with everyone else. Word of mouth.

There are very many obtuse gameplay decisions I could complain about in this game, but I use this example because it’s emblematic of what seems to be the design philosophy of the whole business. Explain nothing, not even basic systems.  Give the most minimal cues. I think the game designers saw themselves as playing against every subscriber of the game at once. I could see how this could be exciting, as a player. How you could feel like an explorer, discovering new sights, new gear, new ways to solve a problem, information you could then pass on to your fellow players and feel important.

The legendary Absolute Virtue (a notorious monster which took over 18 hours to beat if you used the Squeenix recommended strategy—which no one ever succeeded at) makes me think that my impression of the game designers seeing players as The Enemy is absolutely correct.

Haha! They must have been thinking. Let’s see them handle THIS!

Anyone who’s spent more than a couple hours on either side of a dungeon master screen knows this philosophy fucking sucks, man.

If you’re not playing on the day new content broke, if you weren’t a person who had the time to be in the race to solve these things, if you’re playing with a small group or alone over twenty years later, the game is either a solid, unsolvable, unclimbable cliff face, or you comb through various fan wikis and FAQs and ancient forum threads (doing much the same as players did 20 years ago with word of mouth, but more efficiently) and…. Follow a really long list of instructions. There’s really no game there. No mountain left to climb. Nothing left to discover. It felt like doing my taxes.

The high school friend who started my obsession with Final Fantasy also lent me Final Fantasy VI (the SNES cartridge labelled Final Fantasy III) alongside an exhaustive unauthorized guide, and recommended I follow the guide religiously, which I did, every turn, every treasure chest. It was an awful mistake that soured my entire experience of the game and I think is part of the reason that game ranks lower in my list of favorites than it does with many FF fans. It’s not that I’m against using guides, I do it often, especially when I’m stuck or when a game is making me jump through a hoop rather than giving me something to discover or solve. But using it every step of the way like that was like reading a book, but before every page you have to read “Okay, on this page watch out for the moment where she looks out the window, it’s going to be important later (the curtains are blue!)”

Gross.

But with FFXI, at least in the year of our lord 2023, there’s practically not another way to do it, and I often felt like the challenge I was facing was not within the game itself, but in finding the information online that I needed in order to proceed.

Final Fantasy XI is a game that seems to not want you to play it. You make a character, you choose a starting city, the game gives you a coupon it tells you to exchange to an NPC for an extremely measly 50 gil—not enough to get you started doing anything. And targeting (tab through everything in your field of vision) and trading the item (with the NPC targeted, open your menu, go to trade, choose the item, choose enter) is, uh, not intuitive. And… that’s it. That’s all the guidance you get. I feel like there should have been a thick print manual that came with the game. But if ever such a thing existed, it’s not easy to come by now.

I’m pretty sure that without my I’m-going-to-beat-every-Final-Fantasy (bitch) determination I would have bounced off of it before the end of the free trial period. In fact, even with that determination, I did bounce off of it. Circa 2017 I made a character, struggled with PlayOnline, struggled with menus, never could figure out how to find that damn NPC and trade that damn coupon, never left the starting city, couldn’t remember my login password, and cancelled.

Yet I’ve heard that, at the time of its release, FFXI was one of the easier MMORPGs to pick up and play. Yikes.

I have to take it on faith that in the brief period of time after EverQuest and before World of Warcraft this game was actually a contender in the MMORPG market. I have to take it on faith because as much as I disliked playing Final Fantasy XI now, I would have disliked it even more in the years directly after its release, with its steeper grind and the challenge of finding other players with similar goals and its even more time and gil consuming travel. It demanded so much of its players in the way of time and frustration and money and gave so very, very little reward.

All it seemed to give was camaraderie between players, and I’m pretty sure I would have given up on the game before I found that.

I meant to check how much time I spent on Final Fantasy XI before I unsubscribed, but I cancelled my sub in a moment of frustration and forgot to. I know that the last time I checked, sometime in the Aht Urhgan storyline, it was more than a week. So my final time (unless I find myself possessed to return some day) was probably around the two week mark. Somewhere between 300 and 400 hours. This feels like a lot, but compared to FFXI players who were active in the early to mid oughts, this is nothing.

I watched this video to see the end cutscenes and credits of the game that I ran out of patience to beat. At the end, the player checks his playtime: 2955 days.

Because of the way FFXI’s auction house works, much of that was likely passive or afk, inputting only if someone bid on one of his items or letting macros or 3rd party tools handle it. Yet. As I was playing, I sought out the voices of people who played this game for years during its heyday and found, among others, this one: an episode of a general Final Fantasy podcast with the hosts of a Final Fantasy XI turned Final Fantasy XIV podcast as guests. One of them said his final playtime before he quit was over two years.

“How much of that was ass in seat?”

“For me? Nearly all of it.”

I cannot imagine.  

Both of those hosts had some “Maybe the real Vana’diel was the friends we met along the way” stories. One met her husband through the game. I still cannot fathom it being worth it in any form.

[By contrast, I just checked my time in Final Fantasy XIV: 44 days, 17 hours, 40 mins. A little over a thousand hours. That’s the story so far, two jobs mastered and a few more dabbled in. Weaver and Botanist capped plus a lot of levels in leatherworker and alchemist. More of the normal gold bubble side quests than not. A little bit of raiding. I don’t feel like this cut into my real life, but this was a little under two years of real world time where this was most of the video game I played. This is about the maximum I am willing to give to a game.]

I don’t want to be overwhelmingly negative about Final Fantasy XI because I feel like every person that wasn’t an avid player during its heyday is. It has strong art direction and worldbuilding. The idea of an MMO having any kind of strong storyline was still novel at the time of its release, but it was a main series Final Fantasy, and I think the somewhat arbitrary decision to make it a main game rather than a spinoff rested the responsibility of telling an epic story on its shoulders, and it mostly rose to that challenge. From the second expansion on, FFXI’s stories are at the very least good. Promathia has a god-slaying story that I wouldn’t have been disappointed in if it were the plot of a non-online Final Fantasy title. Aht Urhgan, in a storyline I would be obsessed with were it just slightly better written, has a ghost pirate prince who made a deal with a deity in order to get revenge on the empire that slaughtered his people except, whoops, he develops feelings for the empress. From Zilart on, FFXI squeezes real beauty out of late PS2 era graphics in the forms of environments and character and monster animations. The music is good to extremely good.

It broke ground. XI was the first Final Fantasy with enemies on screen in the field instead of random encounters. It was the first Final Fantasy with a day/night cycle. It’s designed in such a way, both in terms of game design and the focus of the camera, that you really pay attention to enemies, something that rarely happens on anything less than a boss in FFXIV. It advanced MMO storytelling. It walked so that FFXIV could (eventually) run.

But weighed against how obtuse and adversarial this game is. Weighed against the cost, in subscriptions and expansions, weighed against the monstrous amount of time one had to sink into it to play it competently? It’s too much to pay in the year of our lord 2023 and was IMO several times too much to pay at the peak of its popularity.

Versus all those negatives, what does it have going for it? Vibes?! It’s not worth it. Not for me. Not for anyone.

Yet.

I’m glad the servers are still up. As a Final Fantasy fan I’m glad I experienced it, even in truncated form. I’m glad it was still out there for me to explore. As a piece of history. As a piece of the puzzle.

There’s a private FFXI server called Horizon whose mission is to preserve the game as it was at its zenith, when the level cap was 75 and there were no trusts for people like me to waltz through the world while rarely interacting with other players. They’re even trying to scale content that was made after the level cap was raised to fit that restriction. As a piece of preservation and as a fan project, I find this beautiful and fascinating. I wish them every success.

Will you ever find me setting foot in it? Absolutely not.

[bongo50ize]

day in karting and a night of a dream would become a nightmare of Brezzihaly

description: The Danceverse 5 had go-kart day when Mihaly hitting brezziana's car that went to the ER later that night, Mihaly has a nightmare about how it could have been different.

and The Danceverse 5 they went to see brezziana in the hospital

Sara opens the door: hey friends, I invite you to karting, it's free right now. The whole group jumps for joy and brezziana imagines: Night Swan she dance on the witch during the chorus suddenly brezziana knocks her down

we see the night swan with its body crushed and suddenly dead we hear jack's voice: brezziana the goal is not to crush people, it's to participate.

brezziana, blushing: it's true what came over me.

30 minutes later they arrived at the karts and set everything up. And, everyone has a car each.

wanderlust: i will win the race

Mihaly watching wanderlust: in your dreams cousin

man: on your marks get set GO!!

everyone was driving without a coach.

Before the end of the race Mihaly do the check they go towards Brezziana's car without doing it on purpose.

brezziana not full of wounds in his bus. Mihaly runs to the karting workers she says: brezziana she is injured

man: we take care of it, the car is what color.

Mihaly: Violet.

and the man is running after injured brezziana.

30 minutes later

when a helicopter that transfers brezziana and mihaly cries

Sara: mi don't cry brezzi she's fine.

mihaly: you are telling the truth?

Sara: yes I am telling the truth.

jack: tomorrow we're going to see brezziana at the hospital.

later that night

Everyone in the house was sleepy. With the exception of mihaly, she was just sleeping, thinking back to the events that happened. She was sleepy so she closed her eyes but then she had a horrible dream

The nightmare

mihaly, she goes to her car control and crashes brezziana's car. when mihaly who got out of the car to see brezziana with the body completely crushed.

Mihaly cried trying to get a response from them, a twitch, a wink, a huff, anything. Aim

There was nothing

They were gone

"PLEASE DON'T LET ME scream a desperate cry to keep them with her any longer." then she wakes up with a start

mihaly: Fortunately, it was a dream, but it almost became a reality for her. at 9am the four of the group went to the hospital to see brezziana in the hospital with a cast.

mihaly cries of joy: BREZZI I had a nightmare that I was gone.

brezziana: it's good mi dry you have a weapon I'm here.

wanderlust: i brought a gift for you

brezziana thank wanderlust she opens the eiffel tower keychain gift. that sara found her country of origin.

sara: it comes from my country for the day end well.

Jack: I'm so glad you're okay.

brezziana: thank you very much for your support.

while everyone is having a good time

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

man im so tired i feel sick hahah time to sleep methinks. tmrw puss in boots movie w friends and also mario kart :3 and oh my god tmrw i should stop rewatching riptide in order and start going 2 the more recent episodes again so i can have rewtched the last likeee idk 5 atleast before episode 103 this saturday. okay sooo the past 4 episodes r in total 8 hours n 48 minutes n 55 seconds n thats basically 9 hours anddd since ive got til 5pm on saturday 2 watch stuff and probably a bit in the morning tmrw but mostly all afternoon tmrw. well lets say i get like 2 hours total in the morning and then likeeee idk how long ill have in the afternoon. probably til likee midnight bc thats a good time 2 sleep and ill get home at like. idfk. ill probably have atleast like 4 hours but ill make it 3 n a half just bc. so thats in totallll 5.5 hours tmrw. and on saturday if i wake up at like 8 then spend like half the day til 5 listening to riptide. actually half feels like a lot. ill round down probably. by like an episode. but from 8 il 5 issss. 9 hours. so abt 4.5 hours. so thats in totallll 10 hours. so i can probably watch from episodeeee 99 onwards 98 IFFF im feelin risky but i wanna make sure i can watch 103 when it comes out. soooo. yeah. this is a note 2 myself 2 watch from episode 99. and also try 2 remember everything thats like happenin n such bc ive gotten so used 2 now being around the block arc since ive rewatched up to there. this is a very interesting order 2 rewatch things. its probably fine tho. yeag. ok. tired/. gona sleep now okiiiibye

[cohldhands]

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 | 𝘬𝘪𝘣𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘢

pairing: bff!kiba x afab!reader word count: 7.9k warnings: nsfw! 18+! minors DNI! | just two best friends helpin' each other out, virgin!reader wants experience and kiba has it, pussydrunk!kiba, praise kink, oral (f! and m!recieving), primal play (kinda? like a sprinkle?), unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), he's down for you and its bad, other characters mentioned, all characters in their early/mid 20s, not thoroughly proofread, no use of y/n author's note: this is 100% based on some thirsting that @tired-biscuit and i did for this man and... well, here we are. i listened to "nayhoo" by chon while writing the first bit of this. i also didn't anticipate it to be this long... 😅 it's my first time in a long ass time writing second-person as well, so just be gentle. there will absolutely be (at least) a part two where shit devolves at ino's new apt. i hope yall enjoy!

you can also read this on AO3 here. | part 2

KIBA’s fingers twitch as he watches you place a piece of strawberry into your mouth, your lips encasing your delicate fingertips in a way he knows should be innocent, should be just friends having lunch together, but it’s not. It hasn’t been for a long time. 

Dappled sunlight filters in through the full, vibrant trees towering above you, and the incessant hum of cicadas fills the air, mixing with the cadence of rustling leaves in the summer breeze. Loose, thin clothes, skin glazed in a thin layer of humidity and sweat, clammy hands from thrumming heartbeats.

Summer has always been a favorite time for the both of you, ever since the summer you moved to Konoha during your childhood. The summer that changed everything. Sticky sweetness, endless days, sunburnt cheeks. Ever since, you and Kiba have been attached at the hip, having lived in the house just down the street and your mothers working together. Hours of fetch with Akamaru, rock skipping competitions with Shino as referee, hushed conversations with Hinata about Naruto. He accepted you with open arms; they all did. 

“Just another one of the pack.”

Kiba hated when you and Hinata would sneak off, however. He’d bribe Shino—or attempt to—just to spy and listen. When Shino would call him out on his reddened ears, his anticipation in finding out the girl talk, his picking at his nails until you would return, he’d tug his hoodie up and change the subject.

“You like her.” Shino would tell him, plainly, a fact of life. 

“No!” the brunette would huff. “She’s just a friend.”

Kiba takes a swig from his canteen, a drip of water fumbling from his lip to his chin when he pulls it away. He blinks away the memories of summers, of lifetimes spent under the same blazing sun. Sunburnt chests, laying on Akamaru with bare arms pressed to each other while looking for aliens, small, small clothes.

“That’s what friends are for, Kiba!” You say through the small bite. 

“It’s going to be so hot though,” he whines, throwing his head back with his forehead scrunched in irritation. “Who the fuck moves in the middle of July? You know who? Crazy people, that’s who.”

“Whether you like it or not, Ino is moving,” you shake your head at him, a hint of playful irritation on your drawl as you watch his head tilt back, the expanse of his neck exposed. A dare, a first kiss, a summer night. “And we both agreed to help her. Besides, it’ll go by quick with all of us helping. You’ll be okay. ”

“So annoying.” He croaks, but then he lets his head fall forward. His intense, dark eyes settle on yours once more, and he fights the urge to drink you in the way he does when you’re not looking. When you’re fidgeting while you’re trying to beat him at Mario Kart, when your face is scrunched in concentration when you’re aiming a kunai. 

He sends a sideways glance at Akamaru—a lifeline, a phone-a-friend— and the white-haired dog lets out the equivalent of a mumble and a shrug. 

Kiba throws his hands in the air, exhaling a “Fine! Fine.”

“You’re such a baby.” You laugh, a teasing yet light sound.

A sound that causes a flutter to rampage through his chest, and a restrained tug of a smile spreads across his features in response. But he’s practiced this, practiced suppressing the itch in his hands to reach out, to kiss you, to breathe in that laugh as if it was the air itself he needs.

He already does that with your scent alone.

“Whatever.” He grabs a clump of rice in his chopsticks and eats it. 

You can tell there’s a hint of something underneath the surface with Kiba, something that’s hard to pinpoint. Of course, during your girl talks with Hinata, you’d open your heart to her. About how Kiba didn’t scare you, despite his animalistic side, how he just wanted attention, that’s why he acts that way, about how much you had to refrain from squirming when he looked at you as you both got older.

She’d gasp when you would talk that way, but she’d always add her own tidbit of girlish tension in a hushed voice.

“So, uh… w-while we’re talking about favors…” you start, your eyes falling to the bento box in your lap. 

“If you’re moving, too, the whole ride-or-die thing goes out of the window.”

“No, fuck no!” Another light laugh, another shake of your head, but this time more at yourself than anything. If only it was just moving...

You’ve been mulling on asking him about this for weeks now. You’d recently met a boy, because you, too, have practiced the art of burying the want to grab him, to feel the ripple of muscles that dance underneath the fishnet material of his shirt, to tangle your fingers in his hair and find out if he likes his hair tugged the way you do, if he doesn’t, moving yourself against him until his desires tumble out of him on their own. 

But you’ve met a boy, Jun, who is sweet. Kind. A responsible, gentle Ninja. You’re in no way committed, no title. Your mother adores him, your father respects him. He’s yet to make you uncomfortable, opens doors for you, brings you flowers every time he sees you. You’ve gone on a few dates with him, and you like him—enough to want more than the heavy petting and stale kisses. But then there is a small part of you, small yet persistent enough—

“The way a man feels about you is crystal clear when you bed ‘im,” Ino had told you once during a ‘girl’s night’ at Sakura’s. 

“What do you mean?” 

“If he truly wants you,” the blonde continued, jabbing her finger in your direction. “He can’t fake that while buried inside.”

“I’m convinced love has its own chakra,” Sakura had added. “It moves between you and the other person. Like a bolt of lightning.”

“Or a burning fire.”

The small part of you that craves to see if he’d do it, and if you’d be able to tell which natural disaster would rage between you—if one at all. 

“What’s with the serious-ass face? You’re scaring me…” Kiba continues, his voice pulling you back to the here and now. He leans forward to catch your eyes again, then continues in a whisper. “Do we need to hide a body?”

“Kiba—”

“Oh, wait, it is serious.” He clears his throat and sits up, a different demeanor taking him over. His gaze fixates on you, his position stiffening as he studies you in a fraction of a moment. “‘Kay, sorry. What’s up?”

“It’s about Jun.”

His muscles tighten, and he places his bento box on the blanket you’re both sitting on. The guy who takes you on dates, the guy he can tell you’re not head over heel for. Jun, who fills the time, because Kiba can tell sweet Jun bores you. At least, that’s what Kiba tells himself. “Okay.”

“Uh… I don’t really know how to ask this, so I’m just going to.” You shift in your seat, mustering the gumption to speak clearly, forward, just ask your best friend for a favor. A dare, the childhood magic in special first kisses, adult magic in special first times. Not wanting to look like a dunce to the boy your mother adores, your father respects.

“I want to sleep with Jun, but I’ve never… ya know. And you have, so—”

Ba-dum. A heavy heartbeat, thick in his ears, piercing his palms.

His eyes widen, dark and yet darker, darker still. Heat floods his cheeks, bubbling under his skin and filling his abdomen. The swelling of a storm.

Ba-dum.

“I know it’s weird, a-and you can absolutely say no. You’re my best friend, though, and it’s not like I can just ask anyone. This isn’t like a new development either, I wanted to wait to ask you—n-not that I’ve just been, ya know, thinking about this and you. I just have zero experience, you know that, but I want to be a bit more confident in—”

Ba-dum.

“Do you like him?” Kiba’s voice falls flat, more flat than he anticipates, but the words hang there. Screaming cicadas, colliding tree branches. “Really, truly like him?”

Ba-dum.

“Yeah.” You nod. You’re convincing yourself and lying to him all at the same time. But maybe, just maybe trusting Kiba with this moment, with your first time, with breaking the barrier between fantasy and reality—maybe it won’t be so bad. “I do.”

“Then I’ll do it.” He swallows the solid lump in his throat, convincing himself and lying to you all at the same time. “Besides, that’s what friends are for.”

—

Kiba told you he’d come over later that evening, to do whatever it is that made you most comfortable. Shower, don’t shower. Shave, don’t shave. Wear whatever it is you wanted, to pretend like he was just coming over like he always did, to hang out like you always did.

You couldn’t sit still the moment you got home. You cleaned and showered. Tried to read, tried to scroll through your phone, tried to do any- and everything you could to not get caught up in the motions of it all, fought yourself for ten minutes on if you should even light a candle or not because it’s not like that but damn it—

Yes it is.

But this wouldn’t mean anything, right? Regardless of a candle lit, which made the whole space smell of honeysuckle and lemon, it’s just your best friend, doing you a favor: teaching you how to work a cock by using his. 

Oh, god, his cock. What would it look like? Feel like? Would it curve, or would it be veiny? The thought alone causes you to fidget in your seat on the couch, your eyes darting between the clock on your phone and the front door to your apartment. You feel your heartbeat in your ears and in your core, pulsing. Arousal pools in your underwear at the mere thought of him—how did you expect to function?—and you pinch your thighs together.

You still couldn’t believe he had agreed. And Kiba couldn’t either, even as he meandered his way to your door, his eyes steadfast in the direction of your apartment building. What made either of you think this was a good idea? Was his practice paying off? Did he want it to? He had finally, finally been offered the invitation, the “come over” call that he dreamed of. He had hoped, however, that the circumstances would be different, that it would be for him.

Two heavy knocks on the door alert you to his presence, though somehow you’re sure you catch the scent of his body wash before his knuckles meet the wood. You pull the door open. Musk, earth, hazelnut, bergamot. Messy kitchens, ugly, delicious cookies, using his shower and wearing his clothes. 

He’s bathed as well, his hair still slightly damp as it hangs above his shoulders. A wide grin flashes over his face, his eyes disappearing into the image, his teeth catching the overhead light. Your face fills with a weighty heat, and your abdomen flutters at the sight of his broad shoulders and his toned arms under the fabric of his shirt. 

He’s opted for his usual lounge attire: a t-shirt, joggers, and sneakers. In his hands are takeout—he’s always eating—and drinks for you to share. You felt underdressed somehow in your own home, donning a thin-fabriced, comfortable yet cute t-shirt and shorts combination—something you’d worn around him countless times. Yet, he’d shown up like this countless times, food and a smile in tow, and he somehow seems more prepared than you’d ever seen him. The way he’s standing tall, his chest open to you… had he prepared?

Despite the vanilla-scented body-wash and the floral candle, the moment the door opens, revealing you in your post-shower, pre-coitus flush, he takes in the intoxicating scent of your arousal, of your skin, of you, and he presses his intent further into his smile. Not here, not now, not just past the threshold.

“Brought food. I doubt you ate.” 

This motherfu—

“Thanks. I… actually haven’t eaten, now that I think about it.”

The tension is palpable. He’s trying a little too hard not to look at you, to not brush by you and linger. Though, he doesn’t understand why. You’d asked him to come over and help you, to quell the curiosity of experience, to be good for Jun. 

The swelling of a violent storm.

You step aside and allow him in, and he does what he always does: makes himself at home, rummages through your cabinets for plates, a fork, two cups. You watch his hands maneuver whatever he’s holding, the muscles in his forearms. He keeps his nose buried in the food, trying to find something, anything to focus on other than you, in all of your totality. 

Kiba jokes with you, carries on conversation while he divides out the food, move to the couch, sit just far enough to not touch, yet close enough to still feel each other’s body warmth. He’s talking and talking, rambling about the day you had already heard about, about a new bug Shino had shown him, about the hot springs he wants to go to in the town over. Maybe, just maybe, he’s nervous, too. 

He jokes with you, as if he’s not already imagining your velvety throat wrapped around his aching girth, your face contorted in pleasure as he laps his tongue over your sensitive clit, his name tumbling out of your mouth, hitched and squeaked: “Kiba, Kiba—!”

“Ki-ba~!” You wave a hand over his glazed-over eyes as you call his name, sing-song and light, an attempt to bring him back from wherever he disappeared to as he’s stuck, freeze-frame, a cup halfway lifted to his mouth. You lean against the back of the couch toward him, only slightly, with an eyebrow cocked and a grin peeling back the corners of our mouth. “Where did you go, bud?”

There’s a split second, less than a blink of an eye where his hand is holding his drink; the next, it’s wrapped around your wrist, the cup on the table. How did he…?

His grip is tight, steadying, but then it eases by a fraction, and he finds himself studying the palm of your hand, imagining it wrapped around his throbbing, swollen girth, before his eyes flick up to yours, his jaw clenched, tight, teeth grinding as the wheels he’d frozen over long ago begin to turn, churning, yearning— 

“Why did you ask me to do this?” His voice is low, hoarse, carried by a held breath, a tight chest. 

There’s an underlying shift happening, and you can feel it in the soles of your feet, the palms of your hands. He somehow seems larger, taller, more devious. A full moon, an autumn night, finding out the ride the full moon sent him on before he disappears, unable to show you the animal that wanted to come out and ravage you, the side of Kiba he saves for the girls he will never see again because he can’t ruin you, you’re his best friend, his confidant.

Ba-dum.

He’s close, so close to you that you can see the pulse of his heartbeat in his neck. So close that the burning heat radiating off of him causes your own skin to surge, your heart to lurch, the damned fluttering in your abdomen. His eyes are zeroed in on you, black irises inflamed with dilated pupils. Hungry, restrained. Electricity ignites within your veins under his touch. He’s touched you, many times. A hug, a helping hand, a comforting shoulder. Why does this feel different?

“Because I trust you.”

Ba-dum.

His heart swells, clawing at his ribcage, screaming to be set free. You trust him. With your secrets, with your life, with your body. His gaze flicks on your lips, only for a moment, before his devilish eyes find yours once more. 

Ba-dum.

“Have you ever even touched a cock before?” He murmurs, his tone taking on something silken and starved. He pivots his body to turn, his eyebrow cocked, a whisper of a coy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and he closes the space between you, the space that’s always between you. 

You blink as a prickling heat travels up your spine, his question as well as his shift in energy catching you off-guard. Kiba’s never spoken to you, let alone around you this way, even when joking. Though he told you whenever he brought a girl home, or made out with another, you’re sure the gruesome details of his sexual escapades were dumped on Shino, or maybe even Naruto, if anyone. But you’re familiar with the wild look in Kiba’s eyes, the way he’s looking at you: a predator searching for his prey. The other side of Kiba.

“You’d know if I—” You start, but your words catch in your throat as you attempt to let them spill all over your kitchen counter. Even if it had happened, would you tell him? Would it have been in confidence, to share a story time, or would it have been to get even a chance to see a flicker of jealousy, of rage, of something? “No, I haven’t. N-not, ya know… skin to skin, anyway.”

The sting of embarrassment bubbles in our throat, your voice smaller than you wanted it, and whispers nothing good into your ears, but you maintain your eye contact. You made the first pitch, and now it’s game time. 

“And you’re sure you want me to be the first?” He asks before he brings your palm to lips and presses a wet yet tender kiss to it. The notion surprises him, that he allowed himself more than anything, but he knows what it’s doing to you—he can smell it. “I do also have your first kiss, so I’d be two-for-two, bud.” 

The feeling of his mouth on you sends coursing fire to your cunt, and you can almost, almost feel his lips against your now-soaked folds. And he’s patronizing you, a playful lilt clinging to the nickname, but you don’t hate it. It’s Kiba, in totality. Him making sure, despite his coy grin and thirsty eyes, only makes you want him more.

“I don’t know if that really counts…” You mutter. It does count, and it’s always counted, but he doesn’t need to know that. A stupid game of truth or dare one adolescent summer, the summer you knew you’d never rid your thoughts of Kiba. A summer initiating the biggest game of make-believe.

“How rude.” He smiles against your hand, and his hot breath and pointed canines brush against your palm. He shrugs, his grip falling from your arm, and then he exhales a dramatic sigh. “I guess I’ll have to make up for it, then. Can’t have meaningless kisses out there.”

Ba-dum.

Lighting cracks inside of you as his large hands splay across your hips and pull you into his lap. Your hands scramble, only for a moment, before one lands on the back of the couch, and the other finds purchase on his shoulder.

The battle within him is raging, a savage and destructive thing. He wants to take you, now, now, but he can’t, he won’t. You’re not the girls he’s given meaningless kisses to. You’re his best friend, and he’s waited this long. 

He can wait just a little bit longer.

Ba-dum.

Draping your thighs around his hips, he looks up at you with earnest eyes, a moment of hesitation between you two as he waits for a no, a wait, a maybe we shouldn’t. The pulsing heat of his cock strains against his joggers, pressed firmly against your core as he holds you against him. Though muffled by the thick denim, you feel the aching throb beneath you, the pulsing twitch, the size. 

Ba-dum.

When the blockade doesn’t come, and you meet his gaze with an equally intrigued look, his grip on your shirt tightens. He cranes his neck up, and he whispers against your lips, “I have a rule.”

Your heart stutters at the husk in his voice, the low demand for attention. “Okay…”

“If you have questions, ask. And—eh, I guess two rules.” Kiba murmurs against your lips, his face flushed in the dim lighting. “If you want something, tell me.”

Your ears burn, the flush causing your skin to prickle. Your hair hangs at the side of your face, closing you and Kiba into a world of your own, the world you both have always played in. Just the two of you. 

“Okay.” You nod, your body ignited in a burning flame. “I will.”

Kiba’s lips collide with yours, rough and excited, then soften, pull back, relax, as his hands tangle the fabric of your shirt in their grasp, and his hips tilt up into yours. A slight movement, one he barely notices himself, but the weight of you on him alone sends a shiver through his body. Another subconscious jerk of his pelvis, reacting to the warmth, the weight, you you you. 

The air in your lungs vanishes as his lips bring a reprieve, a cold drink on a hot summer day, lifting the lid before it all boils over, and your grip on his shoulder tightens. Head spinning, a drunken buzz just from his kiss. There’s a small moment that wonders if this is actually a fantasy, something you’ve conjured up in your head, a fever dream. 

Your own hips move as you run your tongue along his bottom lip, adding intent as you roll against him, slow, methodical, feeling his entirety through the mere layers of fabric separating the two of you. Always something in the way.

A heavy breath against your lips, he opens his mouth and allows the dance to commence, a slow dance that soon turns into a tango, fervent, impassioned, both of your bodies submitting to what they’ve desired. He tastes of takeout and impulse decisions, sunburnt cheeks, swollen lips, a stupid crush that isn’t a crush but a fact of life. Your hold on the couch releases, and your fingers tangle in his head of dark, thick hair. A grounding grip, a slight tautness against the nape of his neck. 

“Fuck…” He huffs before he nips at your bottom lip, his fingers dip underneath your shirt, grazing the flesh of your hips. He takes handfuls of your hips and brings you down against him further, closer, closing more of the space, more of that damned thing always in the fucking way. His lips trail from yours to your neck, the space below your ear, and he runs a flattened tongue along your skin, tasting it, breathing you in before sloppy kisses decorate your neck.

Your eyes fall hooded, and a light pant tumbles out of you at the contact. He sucks at a particular spot, bringing blood to the surface, his canines barred against your flesh.

“Kiba!” You gasp, the hint of a nervousness in your tone, and you detach yourself, only slightly, slightly. “You can’t leave any marks.”

“Sorry, sorry!” He chuckles, and then it hits him, crashes into him that you’re there, he’s here, and he’s supposed to be teaching you and yet, yet, he’s caught in the tidal wave of learning you. His cheeks and ears tinge with a beet red glaze, and he swallows thickly as he stares up at you. “I’ll try to remember.”

“But I want you to.” is what you want to say, but you don’t. 

“It’s okay,” you reassure with another light laugh. “I’ll be sure to remind you.”

“I’m happy you did. Don’t ever feel like you can’t speak up with someone, especially if you’re, ya know… If a guy doesn’t listen to you, he—wait, what are you—” 

He had started to ramble, stumbling in the moment of stillness. You, however, found the moment to be just when the courage hit to reach a delicate hand down and trace the edge of his joggers. 

“I want to see it.” Your eyes flick to his lap, to the strained outline of his still throbbing, stiff cock before finding his gaze again. 

Stunned, he stares up at you with wide eyes. Your words echo in his head, over and over, his ears ringing at the sound of your inquiry. When the blockade, the no, the maybe we shouldn't, doesn't come, you peel yourself away from him and lower yourself between his spread knees. 

The swelling storm brews inside of him, the savage and violent force of nature. Wait, wait, relax. 

“Thank you for telling me.” His eyes don’t leave you as you swallow another weighty lump in your throat, and you pull at the combined bands of his joggers and underwear. He lifts himself up, just enough to help slide the two layers of fabric off of him, watching your reaction.

When his erect member springs up at the sudden relief and twitches, your eyes widen. It’s nothing like the ones you had seen on a screen, but it's like the ones people write about. Thick is an understatement, and two prominent veins run along his length. A pink head, the color of his lips, donned with a dribble of clear slick and wrapped in taut skin. The image of his aching cock sends heat pooling at your core, and you shift in your spot—though it only makes things worse, and your heartbeat thrums in your clit.

He sucks in a breath at your innocent gape, the sight causing his mind to go to dark places where you’re screaming his name, head buried against the mattress, it’s too deep, I’m gonna break, his hand tangled in your mess of hair.

You glance up at him in his flustered state, before you turn your eyes downward and wrap a unsure but willing hand around the base. His hips jerk into your touch, and one of his hands finds purchase on the couch cushion, his knuckles whitening as he keeps himself grounded by his grip. His mind is reeling, a flipbook of the thousand positions he’d kill to see you in, put you in.

“Shit…” He spits through clenched teeth. 

“Did I—” You freeze.

“N-no, you’re fine, you can—” He starts, but your slow, fisted movement up and then down his shaft cuts him off. “Yeah, like that…”

“That’s okay?” You ask as you slowly pump your hand around him, your eyes flicking between his length in your hand and his eyes on you. 

“Y-Yeah.” Kiba nods, saliva pooling in his mouth as he watches you, dinner and dessert in front of him on a silver platter. He clears his throat, the anticipation making him fidgety. The longer he had to wait, the more the pulsing desperation in his length called to him, begging him for release. 

He has to wait a little bit longer. 

You nod, and then you sit up on your knees and tighten your grip, just slightly, and increase your pace. His eyebrows pull together as he continues to observe, a face of pleasure, and you feel another wave of heat rush under your skin. Your hand reaches the tip, and the precum allows the smallest bit of lubrication as you twist your hand, up and down. 

“You’re doing a good job,” he groans, his voice deeper than before, hoarse, restrained. Hearing him like this, praising you, you’re sure you’ll go insane by the end of the night—if you weren’t already.  “You can use your mouth, too.”

“I know!” You quip, embarrassment tingling your cheeks. “I was getting there. Though I don’t know if it’ll fit…” The last bit is more for yourself than anything, said under your breath, but he hears you, and he can’t help but imagine you choking on his fat cock, tears streaming down your face. 

Ba-dum.

You lean forward, your eyes crossing as you near your target, and your hand settles at the base. You can do this, you tell yourself, before an unsure yet more than willing tongue licks at his cockhead. He tastes of salt and velvet, and your waiting eyes flick up at him. 

“Like that,” he purrs, his deep eyes, dark and yet darkening, narrowed on you by the time you’re looking at him. So intent on watching you, committing the scene to memory.

The encouragement leads you to flatten your tongue and run it along the length of one of the veins. His girth twitches in reaction, accompanied by a breathy curse and a jerk upwards of his hips, though this time intentional.

“Around the tip,” he instructs, his voice trapped somewhere between a groan and a whine. It’s the best he can do to keep himself from fucking into your throat. 

You do as he says, swirling your hot tongue around the pink head, collecting his slick in your mouth and finding yourself relishing in the taste. 

“Good girl. You’re doing so good.” He pants as his hand, purposefully slow, pushes your hair out of your face and collects it into a loose bunch at the back of your head. His head feels light, like if he doesn’t hold onto you someway, somehow, he’s going to float away. 

The two syllables bring your thighs together, a thrum of pressure building in your cunt. You’re soaked already, you can feel it gathering in your underwear, but something about his tone, his dilated eyes downcast, his heedless praise that urges you further, to slowly and messily run glaze his skin with your tongue, circling, up, down. You wanted to hear it more, hear his sounds of pleasure, hear his words of adoration. For him to touch you, everywhere.

And he knows. He senses the shift in your energy, the way you tense up when he encourages you, and he smells it, the collection of wetness just one, two layers away. His grip on your hair tightens, tension gathered at the nape of your neck.  

You swirl your tongue once, twice, three times around the tip before you wrap your pretty lips around his cock, sucking at it.

A popsicle, a strawberry at lunchtime, brewing electricity.

“Oh, fuck—” Kiba growls, and his hips buck into the warmth of your mouth as you bob your head, taking small, increasing portions of him each time, little moans vibrating his skin. “Shit, yes, like that. So fucking good.”

A slippery tongue, fingers tangling in hair, flashing lightning.

“Such a good girl. Move your hand while you—yes.” He pants as he watches his cock disappear into your throat, your hand pumping whatever you don’t take in your mouth. 

Two gazes met. 

Ba-dum. 

The crackling roll of thunder.

Within a moment, he scoops you up with a huff of impatience—so fucking fast, how does he do that—and you let out a yelp of surprise.

“Kiba!” You squirm as you’re placed over his shoulder and carried into your bedroom. 

He doesn’t answer you verbally; instead, he shrugs you onto the bed, and you land on your back. His erect member is still out, fully exposed, but he doesn't pay any mind to it as he takes fistfuls of your shorts and tugs them off, unwrapping you, a little present, just for him. 

“Kiba, what are you—” You start, but your words tangle in your throat when he rids you of your underwear, letting them fall to the floor. Unwrapped, a present, just for him. 

“Oh!” You exclaim when he hooks his arms under your thighs and tugs you to the edge of the bed. 

He falls to his knees, his intense eyes falling to your glistening folds. You smell even sweeter this way, and his head buzzes, dizzied, intoxicated as he drinks you in. His composure is slipping, and he wastes no time lapping his tongue along your slit, from entrance to clit. 

“Oh…!” You purr, and then you muffle yourself with your hand as schlurp sound comes from him kissing your cunt, sloppy and hasty. His tongue is rough against your sensitive skin, and when it catches your swollen bud, your hips jerk under him, moaning against your palm. 

“No,” he huffs against you in that hoarse, demanding voice. He laps his tongue along your entirety, and then he suckles at your throbbing clit, his eyes watching, always watching. “I wanna hear you.”

“But what if—ahh, fuck—!” You tremble under his touch, your voice hushed, and you grip the blanket. You, too, feel the weightlessness, the risk of drifting away if you don’t. Your face contorts into bliss as your back arches, pushing yourself against his mouth. It’s like you’re vibrating, hanging in a space between fantasy and reality. This isn’t real, it can’t be, his mouth can’t feel that good, not Kiba’s mouth, not—

His nails press into your skin as he holds on to you, pulling you closer, closer to him as he eats you, his fervent and messy movements building a tension in your abdomen more intense than anything you’ve accomplished by yourself. His tongue teases your entrance, your nectar driving him further. He delves it into you, holding you against him as he fucks his appendage into your sopping cunt.

“Kiba—” You moan into the air, your other hand finally finding purchase on his arm, clinging to him. 

His name tumbles from your lips, and for a moment, he swears the world goes silent, a deafening ringing filling his ears as you call out. He feels you tightening around him, a bewildered aura taking him over. He’s now desperate for your release, to feel you squirm and writhe underneath him, to keep calling his name. He trails his tongue back to your clit, flicking, circling as a slender finger finds your entrance. It slips inside, your arousal coating his skin, and it pumps in and out of you, restrained, slow.

“Oh, god,” you exhale, your eyes widening as he adds another finger, his digits curling inside of you. “Oh, that feels so good, fuck.”

“Mmmhh.” He watches you arch off the bed, his nose pressed to your mound, his tongue making quick and heavy work of your pulsing clit, stretching you as he adds another finger, slow, waiting for the blockade, the maybe we shouldn’t.

His pulsing length twitches, a violent motion that calls his attention, but he forces it out of his mind. This is about you, about stretching you and pushing you over the edge, your sweet release. The tightness of your walls tells him it's soon, your body tense. 

Instead, his pumping of his slender digits is met with another cry of his name. Three fingers stuffed, his fingertips massaging the sweet spot inside of you. The burn of the stretch pulls your eyebrows together, and yet you roll your hips against him, wanting the friction, craving the release, another explosion of deafening thunder, the swelling thunderstorm that is Kiba.

“Ki-Kiba, I’m gonna—” You can’t even finish your sentence. It hits you, almost out of nowhere. You’re unraveling, your legs shaking, your skin on fire and the swelling storm raging, ravaging your entire body as it caves in. Your juices pour out of you, trickling down his chin, and he drinks you up with another loud schlurp.

“Fuck.” He groans against you, and his lips envelop your clit as he pumps his fingers into back you, his tongue resuming its assault. His fingers move in you with a faster pace, a hardened pressure against the spongy flesh inside of you. “I need you to cum again. To be ready for my cock.”

“Oh, shit!” You sob. “Right there, right there, right there—”

You’re so sensitive, so intoxicated by the way he handles you, the way he looks at you, the way even he smells, tastes, feels. 

“That’s it.” He eggs you on, the itch to palm himself, to rut into you, to lose it just out of reach. 

You claw at his arm, at the sheets, at anything you can. You’re going to explode, his slippery tongue and fervent fingers bringing you again, closer to ecstasy. 

“Cum for me,” he demands, and as if you’d been born to listen, you do on his gruff command, crying out curses as a mind-stopping orgasm bursts through you. You see stars, the entire night sky on your bedroom ceiling. 

“Good girl.” He swipes his tongue along your clit before he removes his fingers from you, slow, gentle, and he sucks his fingers clean of your slick, his girth throbbing harder, harder at your taste. Honey glaze, a spark of lightning, crashing branches in the wind. 

He steps out of his joggers and tugs off his shirt, his shoes having been left at the door long ago, his blood coursing through his veins, liquid metal, at the sight of your shivering, half naked body beneath him. With another fast motion, he’s hovering over you, his arm wrapped around your waist to bring you back further onto the bed, your head hitting pillows this time. His hands graze from your thighs and up your shirt, his palms brushing the hardened peaks of your nipples before he lifts your shirt off of you. And then he stares down at you, starved yet adoring eyes. Skinny dipping, a lakeside fire, burnt marshmallows.

You meet his gaze as your chest heaves, coming down slowly from your high, studying the angle of his collarbone, the curve of his chest, the dim light highlighting the flesh that you never dared to touch, to learn—until now. You place your hands on his arms, feeling the ripple of muscle as you feel his shoulders, his chest.

A moment, suspended in time between the both of you. Your heavy breathing fills the otherwise quiet room and the low, rhythmic hum of cicadas just outside your window. Your heart is a drum inside of your chest, beating, beating, bursting as he looks down at you, and your heart skips as you feel his cockhead tease your entrance, rubbing against your slick folds and causing a hitched gasp to fall when it grazes over your sensitive clit. 

“Are you ready for me?” Kiba inquires in a husky voice, gravely and controlled. 

Ba-dum.

“Yes,” you whisper in return, your hands settling on his biceps as you keep your eyes on his. 

“Okay,” he nods, swallowing the lump in his throat, and he presses himself into you, slow, achingly slow.

Ba-dum.

Another gasp wracks your chest, and your eyes widen again as you watch his face scrunch in concentration. And then he whines, a short and quiet sound that makes your ears ring. He wants to jerk into you, bottom out, and the self-restraint is slipping out of his grasp like grains of sand. 

Ba-dum.

“Relax for me,” he urges you through clenched teeth as your walls remain tight around him. 

“S-Sorry. Oh, fuck, Kiba. I-it’s huge.” You stammer as you glance down at his girth disappearing into you, stretching you past anything your fingers, even his, could offer. You feel every inch of him as he spreads you, opening his present, celebrating his own holiday.

“I know, I’m sorry. You’re taking me so well.” He pants, working hard not to split you in two.

Ba-dum.

The pinch of his stretching you is different, much different than his fingers. He pulls himself back before pushing into you again, your slick aiding in his movements. It’s nothing like how you imagined, the awful and bloodied thing that’s rumored to be losing your virginity, but as he loads himself fully into you, pushing past the subtle barrier within, your body tenses up again, and a tinge of pain replaces the pleasure. 

“S-sorry, sorry.” He stumbles over his words. For years, he’s wondered what his girth would look like with you donning it, and now it’s here, right here. And it’s beautiful, heavenly. He doesn’t have the words to describe the way you look wrapped around him—the way you look in general, let alone eyebrows upturned, sweat collecting along your hairline, a heaving chest—but worth every fucking minute of waiting.

“Just—gimme a sec, okay?”

Ba-dum.

“Yeah, yes, sure.”

You take in deep breaths, wetness pooling at your entrance, and you ease the tension in your muscles, allowing yourself to acclimate. Relax, relax, but fuck you’re at capacity, at your wits end, wanting to unravel all over again—and he’s barely even moved.

“Okay… we’re good.”

“You sure?”

Ba-dum.

“Yes.” You answer, a strong syllable on your tongue. You’ve never been so sure in your life.

Ba-dum.

And he hears the certainty, feels it reverberate through his bones. He pulls himself back, then into you again, another restrained roll of his hips. You can tell he’s holding back with the way his face is pulled together, with the vein in his neck jutted out. 

“Shit.” Kiba mutters, one hand finding purchase on your hip while the other supports him on the bed. 

“Fuck, Kiba…” You sigh, your body slowly making room for him. 

“My name sounds nice when you moan it,” he purrs, leaning down, his skin desperate for contact with yours. 

“Don’t say things like that,” you whisper, a near-plea, your nails digging into his skin as your eyes fall half-hooded. And then he hits that spot, the spot, deep within you, and your back lifts off the bed, pressing your chest to his, another moaned swear falling out of you.

“Why?” He grins, a coy look that almost makes his depraved gaze seem sweet. “It’s true.”

“Idiot…” You respond, your voice hitched. 

“Hm?” He cocks his head to the side, a wild look filling his features. He jerks his hips, once, hard, bucking into you before returning to his agonizingly slow pace. “Couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck!” You cry out, dragging your nails along his skin. It hurts, his abrasiveness, but it hurts in a way you don’t hate, that you almost want again. “Fucking asshole.”

“Asshole?” He chuckles, a guttural sound that isn’t impressed. He ruts into you again, wanting to hear that squeaky little voice, that pitched moan that he’s creating. “Baby girl, that’s not you really mean, is it?”

“Goddamn it, fuck, Kiba!” Your voice carries through the room, sending a prickling heat up his spine at the sound. You’re full, so full, and his resolve is slipping, slipping, gone altogether when you sob out his name again. 

“Look at you, taking all of me,” he praises, and he glances down at his work before a growled moan leaves his own lips. “Fuck, you’re doing so good.”

Pleasured tears burn your eyes, and you look up at him before reaching up, without thinking, and tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him fully against you. Another sound of pleasure vibrates his chest, muffled as he presses his lips to yours, another messy, impassioned, needy dance. 

Another whine escapes him as the restraint fades away into nothing. Your hips open for him, your legs wrapping around his waist as his movements become heavier, more momentum behind them. He envelops you with his arms, one hooked on your shoulder and the other holding your hip. You’re so close, so close; there is no longer anything in the fucking way.

“The way a man feels about you is crystal clear when you bed ‘im.” Ino’s words weigh on your mind, and you wonder if friends are supposed to cling to each other like this.

Of course they don’t, but you don’t allow the thought to cross your mind. Not here, not now. 

“Kiba, Kiba—” You pant against his lips between struggling breaths and fervent kisses. 

“You’re fucking heaven,” he huffs in return. He moves again, peeling away from you only to push your legs to your chest before leaning down again.

“Fuck, it’s so fucking deep.”

“That’s it,” he coos, his balls slapping against you as he fucks into you, his mercy and patience wearing thin. “Take it all. Good girl.”

The earth-splitting strike of lightning, the house-shaking rumble of thunder.

You’re spinning, free-falling as his length is buried inside of you, his cockhead brushing against your cervix. It’s deep, too deep, not deep enough. Your nails rake across his shoulder blades. His lips find the curve of your neck, and he sucks at the skin, biting down, keeping you in place. 

“Shit, shit—” The bubbling of heat collects in your abdomen, and you grip his hair once more, tight, a grounding grip.

He growls against your flesh as he brings the blood to the surface, but this time he doesn’t stop. He’s marking you, his, his, his. 

“Kiba!” You call out, your voice echoing, laced with a warning and pure nirvana.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, licking the skin, before landing on another spot on the other side and repeating himself. “I can’t fucking help it. I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t mean it, and you can tell. The unfortunate part is: neither do you.

He mutters another half-apology as his thrusts become relentless, fucking into you as he did with the girls he gave meaningless kisses to. But you’re not them, you’re you, it’s not meaningless, it never will be.

You sob his name as you cling to him, the wet sounds accompanying the slap of skin. You’re floating away, gone, a fever dream within a fever dream, trembling legs hugging his waist.

“G-Gonna—” 

“Fuck, yes, cum for me. Cum all over this fucking cock.”

And you do, hard. A violent, shattering burst of heat and your essence that sends you into orbit, lightheaded, tears of bliss rolling down your cheeks. Your walls clench around him, milking him for everything he has.

He thrusts into you, enough force behind them to rock the bed, to scoot you further into the pillows as his own climax swells. He bottoms out once, twice, each jerk making you cry out before he pulls away from you, a hasty and frantic movement, steadying his member in his hand as ropes of white hot cum land across your stomach in spurts.

You pant for air, chest heaving, your head still reeling by the time he’s wiped you clean of his essence, your body twitching as it works to come down from its nirvana. You hear him in the kitchen before he emerges at the bedside, a glass of water handed to you as he sits next to you. 

“Here.” He says gently, his tone now opposite of what it was mere moments ago.

“Thanks.” You sigh, and you sit yourself up, slowly, before taking the glass. After a few sips, you hand it back to him, and he follows your lead, one, two gulps of ice-cold heaven in a glass. Water has never tasted so sweet before.

“You okay?” He asks, looking over your sprawled-out body, a whisper of a laugh in his voice.

“Yeah…” you nod, though you can already tell you’ll be sore, so fucking sore tomorrow. “Yeah, I’m okay. Are you?”

“Never better.” He grins, and then his eyes widen as he catches his practice, his art of suppressing his feelings for you also slipping from his grasp. He clears his throat and looks down at the drink in his hand. You can tell the wheels in his mind are turning, grinding, but you don’t ask.

You don’t have to. That’s what friends are for.

[kieuecaprie]

So, got around to trying it in Gaming Mode and, uh, well, the performance is Not Great™, then again I'm playing in wine and not, y'know, native, so there's probably a performance issue there. MM8BDM also suffered from horrendous performance issues until I switched over to native. Will switch over to native as soon as the flatpak is up.

And now, my thoughts on the game as a whole, hidden behind the read more due to spoilers.

Let's start off with the bad first, we might as well rip off the band-aid. For this list, I'm listing from worst to least worst:

AI is very, VERY rubberbandy, hideously so. It honestly feels like I'm being punished for not utilizing a technique properly except I'm sure I'm doing all I can. The Rival AI is the worst since it randomly gains massive speed boosts for no reason and seems to have an infinite supply of rings at its disposal.

The new items suck. I'm sorry, but they do. The Bubble Shield is unintuitive, the bouncer is very frustrating to get hit by and amplifies the feeling of getting karted by 10 times, spinning top fucking sucks to get when behind, new hyuudoro is also not very good, the new bombs are not good either as they are now single-fire with five ammo. The only real good new item I can praise somewhat is the shrink ray. Also, where the fuck is the SPB? I've played three grand prixs so far and have not seen it once.

Tutorial throws everything at you at once and offers no way out of it. You're stuck in there until you actually finish it. Yes, there is a skip but it's Dissidia style where if you try to skip, the game decides to curbstomp you with high/max level AI and you only get ONE SHOT at it during the initial tutorial. It also doesn't help that the tutorial is LOOOOONG.

Locking online play behind grand prix doesn't feel very good and may hinder new players who just want to play with their friends in future. Sure, you only need to finish with bronze in the first cup but keep in mind this is on top of the tutorial beforehand that takes an hour or two to finish.

Speaking of questionable locking design, colors? Why? Addons? Why? I can get locking characters, followers, and cups behind unlockables but those two in particular? Why?

Special Stages seem fine at first but the second one feels like it has a massive difficulty spike. Doesn't help that you get one shot at doing it (with all the lives you've collected up to that point) so if you fail, you have to start all over again. If the second special stage has questionable design, I don't want to know about the others... Reminder that you have to do this 14 times and the unlock seems purely arbitrary.

Gameplay feels sluggish at times, compounded by times when you have 0 rings. Rings are significantly more impactful than items in most cases. Insta-whip sees no real use outside of the tutorial mostly due to its range and the fact that it puts you in a deficit when you hold it for too long. Drifting also feels slightly worse than it did and even slows you down considerably.

Spin-dashing feels slow and even when I use it deliberately to cross a body of water, I feel like I never make it, making that use case also very situational.

Okay... that's a lot of negativity there, surely there's some good points, right? Yeah, you're right actually, there is!

So here's what I liked about Dr. Robotnik's Ring Racers so far. For this one, I'm listing this from good to best (so we're climbing up from least worst here):

Outside of a few questionable decisions (you could've at least given us base colors!), I like the idea of an unlock board. Getting Chao keys for playing the game to allow one to skip challenges is a good idea and while it's agonizing not knowing which box unlocks what, I feel like only being able to read what's just ahead of you kind of calms the choice paralysis down a bit.

Despite being long and tiresome, the tutorial has some good moments and while I'm not exactly thrilled at it being strictly mandatory, it having literally every main mechanic in there makes it exceedingly helpful with coming to grips with the game.

The option to include an input delay system to practice for online play is absolutely appreciated. Some people may not like it but in my experience of playing SRB2K online, there is absolutely some input lag. It's not Smash Ultimate online levels of bad (that one is like ten years per input) but you do notice it. Sure, it does make offline play a little frustrating but you can easily turn it off if it bothers you.

The profile system is great. Accessibility options are also somewhat decent with a few not-so-great options such as "kickstart accel" being clunky to use. The rest, however, is pretty good, even if they may feel like standard fare. Having controls be linked to profiles is also good too.

The starting line system is interesting and somewhat engaging even if it boils down to sitting close to the line and spin-dashing when the countdown hits 2. I also enjoy the fact that you could potentially knock your rival in the line and force them to sit out for a bit.

The new courses are definitely a step-up from SRB2K. (Yes, I'm comparing it to its older brother.) The designs are great and the ones that are effectively remakes of the SRB2K ones are pretty good in my opinion.

Despite my gripes with the AI, the fact that it even has a singleplayer component at all gives it an edge over SRB2K simply due to the fact that it makes it playable offline. I love SRB2 Kart to pieces but the fact that I don't play online very often makes the experience on there not so great, even if there are good singleplayer mods for it. You can only play Time Attack so much before you get sick of it.

Despite everything bad about the game so far, I can tell there's been a lot of effort put into it. The learning curve is awful, yes. The AI is horribly rubber-bandy, yes. But this still feels somewhat solid.

Well, that's my initial thoughts about the game so far. If you held a gun to my head and told me to give a number, I'd at least give it a 6 out of 10, 63* out of 100, a thumbs up recommendation with a caveat, that sort of thing.

Now, what do I think needs to be improved? Hmm, I can think of a few:

Speed levels when lacking/not using rings needs to be increased at least on flat/slightly uneven surfaces.

Separate ring use and item use. Although I'm not sure how badly it'd affect the game if you could do both, I do feel like it'd make items feel less punishing pick up over rings.

Change the first place item roulette somewhat. There's no reason for them to get bumpers even if it's a drop item, it just makes catching up to them even more frustrating than it needs to be.

Tweak the AI a little bit to be less rubberbandy and cheaty. Leave that kind of stuff to the max level bots and nerf the rest.

Special stages need a rework. Having to juggle chasing after the claw and firing weapons at it is very exhausting. Either change how it plays or change the stage layouts.

Alternatively, if one unlocks the special stage for that cup, they should be allowed to continue attempting it as long as they want instead of having to go through the cup again. This isn't SRB2 where you have to keep going even if you don't get the emerald.

Give the player an easier way out of the tutorial. Whether this could be a skip after the basics or a password that could be entered. Heck, with the latter, you could literally have a password that lets you bypass the tutorial during initial setup that you can learn about just after finishing it. Hell, if you need to justify entering a skip tutorial password, the dialogue could change to be all like "Oh, there's already racing data on here. Guess we could just fix up the video and audio inputs then."

At least give us the base colors after initial setup and give us the more exotic colors via unlocks, it'd probably feel at least a little better. For the empty spaces on the unlock board if that were implemented? I dunno... spraycan followers?

The funny SRB2K code (you know the one) needs to unlock something. Something blue and spherical, maybe.

Spindash needs a buff or it needs a general change to how it feels. Right now, it feels very anemic and its use-cases are very situational. Perhaps it can keep you at your top speed for a little bit longer or maybe, if you wanted to implement a skill mechanic, give a more powerful spindash for releasing at the right time.

I'll continue trying it (and maybe switch over to the flatpak as soon as I can for hopefully better performance) because I'm stubborn and the game has some good points. It's got very big shoes to fill, mind, so we'll see if the growing pains are worth it in the end.

Dr. Robotnik's Ring Racers finally dropped. Flatpak wasn't out yet so I did a sneaky and used Lutris to run the windows executable instead (I could've used Steam with Proton probably but, eh, never think of these things.)

My initial hour one impression of it? I like it so far but there's quite a bit to take in. I'd say more but I'd rather not spoil too much right now.

Also haven't had a chance to test performance yet because I booted it up in desktop mode and then played for an hour, whoops.

[ask-heroes-of-worlds]

Ravio: “This is such a weird place... Why did we come here again? ... Link? Buddy?” [Our third cameo belongs to our dear friend @gaylactic-fire! It’s their Mario Kart Link who also acts as their DND character! We gave him the fashionable cat outfit from Hytopia in his signature colors. Why didn’t he get to ask anything? Well, let’s say Kart has a habit of getting kidnapped every once in a while. It’s a nasty habit of his]

[charlewiss-writes]

make damn sure / charles leclerc

masterlist

day 19: wonder (part of one-word november prompts!)

word count: 1.5k.

pairing: bff!charles x reader

summary: being the hopeless romantic that you are, you've been dreaming about your special other your whole life. you're talking to your best friend pierre about the dream guy. what if you already knew him?

author's note: not proofread, so for sure many errors lmao. hope its still understandable (? also, im sorry for the delay! will try to have day 20 ready soon but its one prompt i really like so i dont want it to be short :( ill see what i can do! thanks for sticking with me through almost 20 days already!!

since being childhood friends, charles, pierre and you were inseparable. going to school together, joining them on their karting days, them joining you in your school plays. you were always there for eachother, without doubt. so when things started to get complicated at your house and you decided to move, they were 100% in. and that's how you ended now, two years after living with them, in the couch while talking to the frenchman.

"don't you wonder sometimes?" you had started the conversation, voice dry after hours without saying a word. it went like that sometimes, all too busy with their stuff: sometimes, even though you lived with two other people, thanks to their jobs, it seemed like you lived on your own. pierre straightened himself a little on his seat and turned his body towards you, so he could look into your eyes as he said "about?".

immediately regretting your decision to bring this topic to the table, you tried to back off. "well of course you don't, you already have a girlfriend" jokingly, you said. that only seemed to interest the boy in front of you more, being one that didnt like to leave things unresolved. "what are you talking about?". after knowing you for so long, they already knew you were a hopeless romantic at heart, but still, it made you nervous to talk about it out loud, being aware that it could seem ridiculous to others. "promise you won't laugh about it".

"when did I laugh to you?" he said, tilting his eyebrowns like you were telling him something unbeliavable. but you two, having the brother-sister relationship that you had, knew that he was blantantly lying as he always made fun of you, as you made fun of him too. seeing your glare, he laughed before saying. "fine, I won't, i promise". still, you took a bit of time before actually telling him what had been on your mind all day. "I don't know, I started to think about how everyone has met their significant other but I can't seem to find them".

"what if you did already? you know plenty of people".

you fully laughed at him, with no means to offend the frenchman. it truly seemed hilarious to you that he would believe that. "I think I would have realised if a certain person with all the qualities that I look for passed in front of me, pierre. I'm not dumb".

"you sure?"

and if look could kill, you would've been charged for murder. "you're being awfully mean to me today, pierre".

"it's cause you're so blind sometimes, like you purposely don't want to see". he looked pissed off now, and the change between his playful tone and this much colder one threw you off. "see what?" you asked.

"the way he looks at you".

it was a common discusion betweet you two, ever since you realized that you didn't love both boys the same. and although yeah, you cheered for their wins and stood through their hard times the same, the smile that adorned your face was different when you were greeted at the other side by the grin of a certain monegasque, who you also lived with. but for you, he was completely off limits. and you were okay with that, with being alone on the sidelines cheering for him, not expecting anything else from him. "oh shut up. you know we're just friends".

"if telling yourself that lets you sleep at night, go ahead. but you have to know that its okay to fall in love. if it goes wrong, i'm sure we can figure it out: you won't lose us. but what if it goes right and you're wasting your time? won't you like to know?".

"know what?".

the voice of a certain someone startled you. it wasn't like you didn't know he was in the house, but after a few hours asleep you had forgotten about him at all, otherwise you wouldn't be talking about this topic in the middle of the house. "know why she likes to talk about deep topics when we should be asleep" he quickly managed to answer, and even though it wasn't a lie, it felt wrong to lie to charles like that. "but why don't you two continue with the chat, eh?, i'm sure charles as more answers than i,he's smarter after all". the monegasque laughed at that and punched his arm in his way out, while he entered the room and started to get comfortable in the same couch that you were sat in.

"i love talking about deep topics, why don't you ever talk to me about it?" he sounded genuinely hurt, like the fact that you preferred to talk about certain stuff with pierre over him really bothered the ferrari driver. "thought you were asleep, charles". and it wasn't a lie.

"don't you trust me?"

"don't be silly, cha. I didn't want to bother you, that's all"

"you could never bother me".

after a few moments in silence, where he directed his eyes towards the ceiling instead of looking at you, he said, softly this time, like he truly didn't want to wake pierre up with his tone. "pierre's right. we need to talk. i want your opinion about something". at that, you clearly became more interested in whatever charles had to say. it had been a while since you two really talked, since he was always away, and when he wasn't, you were the one with the busy schedule. "it's really really really complicated, but i think i like a girl, and i don't know how to talk to her about it".

ah, that's it. that's your worse nightmare coming true, once again.

obviously, being the pretty boy that charles was, always so well manered and the perfect boyfriend that a mother could ask for his child, it wasn't the first time that he had a partner. but as the time went on, you knew he was getting more serious about the whole dating thing, and it scared you to think about him settling in for someone lese. someone that wasn't you. so, after all the years that passed, it still hurt quite a bit to hear him talk about other people in the same way you wished to be talked about.

after a few minutes where you didn't say anything, too stunned to actually answer him, you started to get self concious. obviously, he for sure saw how your face dropped when he told you that. would he realize that you had feelings for him all this time? would he feel betrayed? after all, he thought that you were only his friend, and thats why he was telling you this in the first place.

"you don't get it, do you?"

you furrowed your browns, now confused at what he was implying with that last sentence. "what do i have to get?".

he laughed about it and took your hands into his, to gently brush your fingers over your palm. "i'm talking about you, silly".

"what do you mean? why?".

his deep greenish blue eyes looked straight at yours, and it was impossible to pull away from his gaze. he softly started to answer your question. at least the one you had told him about, since your brain was already a mess with all the questions you had for him. since when? how didn't you see it before? did pierre knew about this? was that why he always talked to you about it?

"cause i've been in love with you for my whole life, more or less. i was just too scared to ruin things between us, but pierre talked me into it. said our friendship is bigger than anything that life could throw at us. and im confident we can work things out, you know? we have known eachother for so long. i know you like the palm of my hand. and you know me the same. please, don't tell me you didn't think about it, at least once, y/n".

you smiled, knowing about the endless times you had fallen asleep to the thought of you two together. wondering exactly this, if you could ever work out. how, each time, pierre and you talked about what you were looking for, you were, knowing or not, describing the boy that was in front of you, looking lovingly into your eyes. "i think about it all the time, cha".

"and why didn't you say anything before?" he reached for your face, gently caressing it with his right hand. "cause we're both dumb, i guess. but i think it's for the better, no? we've grown so much. we know how to make this work"..

"i'm gonna make damn sure, love".

[fushiguroll]

I‘M NOT WHIPPED, & I”LL PROVE IT!

⇢ oikawa toru, kenma kozume, miya atsumu. ushijima wakatoshi

synopsis: the one in which he tries to prove to his friends that he is, in fact, not whipped by you

ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru | iwaizumi growled impatiently at his best friend, “can you please concentrate? we’re getting killed here.” oikawa slammed his fingers down on the keyboard, “I’m trying my best, iwa-chan!” “no, you’re not,” mattsun’s voice interrupted through the headset. “yeah, you’re probably too distracted thinking about y/n. you’re so whipped bro,” makki retorted. “no, I’m not!” oikawa replied, looking down at his vibrating phone, “see? she’s calling me right now and I'm not even gonna pick up because I'm not whipped and I'm gonna save you all in this battle.” a few minute passed before oikawa speaks up again, “pause, pause. I gotta use the bathroom. be right back.” oikawa muted his microphone and immediately calls you back. “hi baby, sorry I missed your call. Is everything okay?” oikawa listens intently, smiling as he replies, “yeah sure. no I'm not busy at all, not doing anything. mmhm, I'll meet you in about five minutes. I miss you too. see you in a bit.” oikawa turns his attention back to the computer screen. “not busy, huh? not doing anything? you forgot to mute, idiot.” Iwaizumi says as matsukawa and hanamaki roared with laughter. oikawa tried but failed to come up with an excuse, “fine, I'm whipped okay? whatever, you lonely losers. I’m logging off now. bye!” “man, I feel so single right now.” matsukawa breaks the silence. “let’s just play without him?” “sure.”

ʚɞ KOZUME Kenma | “hey kenma, can I borrow your switch tonight? I wanna play Mario kart.” kuroo asks his best friend. “no. go buy your own.” “don’t be so stingy, just one round. I bet you’ll let Y/N borrow it if she asks.” kenma shakes his head. kuroo nudges yaku, “he says no, but I bet he will because he’s whipped for her.” “I'm not whipped for her.” “yes you are and it’s fine, kenma.” Yaku replies. “but I'm not.” you enter the gym right on cue, running towards your boyfriend excitedly. “babe, guess what! mika let me borrow the new Paper Mario game. can I borrow your switch to play?” kenma can feel kuroo and yaku burning holes into his back. “uh...” you look up at him with pleading eyes, “I can’t?” “um....”, he sighs, “no, of course you can. It’s in my bag. you can get it whenever you want.” you squeal and plant a soft kiss on his cheeks, “thank you, I'll be playing on the bleachers if you need me.” kenma turns to kuroo and yaku, “shut up.” kuroo holds back his laughter, “what? we didn’t even say anything.” “I can hear your thoughts. fine, I'm whipped okay? It’s not that big of a deal.” yaku looks at kenma proudly, “I'm proud of you for admitting that.” “shut up.”

ʚɞ MIYA Atsumu | his friends follow the direction of his eyes, laughing as it lands on you. “you’re seriously whipped for her dude.” atsumu turns around, unable to fight the redness creeping up his neck. "no, ‘m not!" he protests. "oh yeah? then when Y/N comes over later, say no to whatever she asks you.""thats easy. i say no to her all the time." osamu and suna exchange knowing looks, “sure.” you soon walk over, plopping yourself down on your boyfriend’s lap. “Hey babe, can you bring me your hoodie for history later? that classroom is always so cold.” atsumu glances nervously at the two boys. “Uh...no.” you cock your head to the side. “No?” Atsumu buries himself in your neck, “just kidding! anything for my princess.” Osamu and Suna bursts out laughing, “I told you! you’re totally whipped for y/n.” you watch as tsumu’s face grows redder. you smile, “oh please, you guys would totally be the same way if you two had girlfriends. its too bad no girls like you.” atsumu laughs out loud as the two boys stutter their protests, “I love ya.”

ʚɞ USHIJIMA Wakatoshi | tendo and semi watches in amusement as ushijima glances down at his phone every few seconds. “ushijima-san, what are you waiting for?” “huh?” “you’re looking down at your phone every second.” Your boyfriend looks up at his friends, “oh yeah, Y/N is supposed to meet me for lunch today, but she hasn’t texted me yet.” “you wanna get lunch with us then?” ushijima glances down at his phone again, “sure, I guess I can eat without her today.” The three of them look up and silently study the cafeteria menu. “What are you getting?” “maybe curry? It’s her favorite.” tendo studies his friend, “you’re really whipped for her aren’t you?” ushijima furrows his brows, “no, I don’t think so.” “okay, then will you ditch me if she texts you later?” ushijima shakes his head, “no, because I am having lunch with you.” Tendo turns back to the menu, “okay, I think I'm going to go with the onigiri combo.” Ushijima suddenly looks down at his phone. “Hey love, I'm so sorry for texting you late. I bought you lunch already. Let’s meet at the roof! See you in a bit.” Tendo and Semi watches in amusement as ushijima struggles internally. “what is it ushijima-san?” “I don’t feel so good. you two can eat lunch without me. I’ll see you guys at practice later.” tendo laughs, “it’s fine, you don’t have to lie. I know y/n texted you. go, have lunch with her.” ushijima cracks a rare smile, “thanks, see you in a bit.” Semi and Tendo watches as their captain run out the cafeteria. “He’s so whipped and he doesn’t even know it.”

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Could you possibly do one where The reader is at Madelyn’s with the rest of the cast, and she’s pregnant, but her boyfriend is out at work and she goes into labour and drew helps her and when they get to the hospital the doctors think Drew is the father even tho it’s the boyfriends, and Drew is in the room while you give birth holding your hand because the doctors were like begging him too and when the boyfriend shows up he���s pised🤭🤭

Your writing is so good btw 🤍🤍

thank u anon!!

IMPORTANT: this is not part of the Starkey’s series

Labor

— pairing: Drew Starkey x pregnant!Reader x trash!boyfriend

— type: angst -> fluff

— warnings: pregnancy // labor // accusations of cheating // cursing

You felt a sharp pain in your belly as you sat down on the couch at Madelyn’s apartment. You immediately reaction was to hold your belly, which made everyone run to you.

“You okay, Y/n?” JD asked

“Yeah, baby’s just being a bit fussy today” You laughed before you felt the sharp pain again.

Everyone went back to playing Mario Kart while you tried to get comfortable on the couch. When you finally got comfortable, you felt liquid sliding down your leg and your eyes widened.

“Oh no no no no no no” You muttered as you struggled to get up. Drew immediately moved to help you up.

“Woah woah woah what’s happening?” Drew asked as he held you up.

“I think I pissed myself and now Maddie’s couch is ruined and-” You couldn’t even get through your sentence before you started crying.

“Girl, it’s fine. I promise” You suddenly gripped Drew’s arm as another shot of pain spread across your belly.

“I think- I think I’m having contractions” You held his arm tight as different reactions were heard all around you.

“Oh shit”

“Oh my god”

“Should we call Caleb (your boyfriend)”

“Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!” Madelyn shouted as she grabbed your keys so they could take to you to the hospital in your car.

Drew helped you make your way to the car before he made sure that your hospital bag was in the back seat.

Everyone situated themselves while Drew got into the drivers seat and drove you to the closest hospital.

You’d had 2 more contractions while on the drive, and the pain was absolutely unbearable.

— at the hospital —

You entered the hospital with everyone following. Drew guided you to the reception desk where he explained that you were going into labor.

“And how are you related to the patient?” The receptionist asked. Drew looked around and didn’t see Caleb anywhere.

“I’m her boyfriend” He lied to the woman just so he could be there with you. You didn’t question it though. Your boyfriend didn’t even tell you where he was going, so you had no idea how long it would take him to get to you.

The nurses took you and Drew to a room where you got situated to give birth. He stayed in contact with the rest of his friends that were forced to wait in the lobby to give them updates.

“Ms Y/n you are currently 10 cm dialated. I think it’s time” The nurse said as you nodded. To say you were petrified was an understatement. You had been wanting this for such a long time, but you weren’t sure if you’d be a good mom.

Drew stood up from his seat and stood next to you.

“You’re gonna do amazing, Y/n. This baby is going to love you like there’s no tomorrow” He reassured you as you smiled at him.

The nurses told him to hold your hand while you pushed. You held his hand the entire time, even though you thought you had broken his hand from the amount of pressure you were putting on it.

“I CANT!” You yelled as your face was now red and drenched in sweat.

“Y/n you can do this” He whispered to you as he pushed the hair out of your face.

“Just one more push” The nurse said, causing you to nod.

You grabbed his hand again and squeezed like there was no tomorrow until you heard the cries of your child.

You face returned to its natural color after you stopped pushing and you smiled.

“It’s a boy!” The nurses exclaimed. They cleaned him off and put him on your chest so you could cherish your first moments with your son.

Drew just stood back and smiled as you looked at your baby with such love and adoration.

The door opened with a bang, causing you & Drew to jump at the sound.

“What the hell is going on here?” Caleb shouted as he saw the two of you.

“Caleb not right now-” You told him as you carried your son in your arms.

“Why the fuck is he in here instead of me?” Caleb was seething as he stared Drew down.

“Calm down there, big boy. I’m just doing her a favor since you weren’t here” Drew tried to de-escalate the situation, but it was no use.

“I’m the father of this baby! I should have been here, not him!” Caleb shouted as you handed the newborn to the nurse. She immediately nodded and understood the situation.

“Well maybe if you hadn’t gone wherever the hell you went, you would’ve witnessed the birth of your son” Drew replied as Caleb simply stared at him.

“You couldn’t just wait 30 more minutes?” Caleb looked at you.

“No, Caleb, I couldn’t. That’s not exactly how labor works” You rolled your eyes at his stupidity.

“How do I even know if that baby is mine? Because clearly there’s something going on”

“You’re kidding me, right? We’re just friends, Caleb” You scoffed at his accusation.

“Sure, Y/n” He paced around the room.

“You know what, fuck this” You and Drew looked at him confused.

“We’re done. I want nothing to do with that kid or you, fucking cheater” And with that he left. You watched as the door closed behind him, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

Drew turned to you, the same shocked expression spread across his face.

“Drew I-” You whispered

“Shh… shh. It’s okay” He immediately wrapped you in his arms and hugged you as you sobbed.

“This is supposed to the happiest day of my life, Drew. And now it’s just- UGH” You attempted to normalize your breathing as you pulled away from the hug.

“I know, and this is still the best day of your life. I mean, you gave birth to a healthy baby boy, and he’s perfect”

“Yeah but thanks to me, his father wants nothing to do with him”

“Oh absolutely not. Don’t blame this on yourself. It’s not your fault he’s an insecure prick who can’t trust his own girlfriend. He didn’t deserve you and your kindness from the start” Drew sat at your feet as he spoke, looking at you with so much love in his eyes.

“I know it’s a huge step, but I can help you out with the baby and everything. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone” He smiled at you.

“Thank you, Drew, but I don’t want to be any sort of burden to you”

“You could never be a burden to me, Y/n L/n. Never in a million years” He smiled as he stood up and kissed the crown of your head.

The nurse re-entered the room with your new baby in hand.

“Is everything alright, Ms L/n?” She asked while handing you the baby.

“Everything’s just fine, miss” You smiled at her as Drew rubbed your back in reassurance.

“So what would you like to name this beauty baby?” You looked at Drew and smiled.

“Joseph Maxwell L/n”

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