#my joysticks at the same time whenever i need that and it fucking sucks

[laugtherhyena]

Playing Bomb rush cyberfunk has been a crazy experience so far because i feel like I've been enjoying the game just as much as I'm not doing so

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik fucking reader in the mirror, reaching down to choke her, telling her “where you going? take this dick!”

“Prince N’Jadaka.”

A woman’s voice, one of his Doras called to him from the other side of the door. They were standing there all damn morning. Y/N was sure they heard everything. Erik steps away from Y/N in his naked glory, opening his suite door. Both Dora Milaje came face to face with the prince, trying their best to hold formation with the way he looked standing in front of them and Y/N on her knees. Y/N could make out one of the Doras eyes fluttering while she tried to keep eye contact with Erik. 

“kuzakufuneka sihambe kwakamsinya, nintlanganiso ebalulekileyo yokubuyela ekhaya ngomso.”

(We will have to leave soon, you have an important meeting back home tomorrow.)

“Shit, give me a second,” One of his Doras, Lesi was her name, was caught staring at his dick. Erik didn’t call her out on it, he just simply made his dick jump out. Lesi’s grip on her spear was almost deadly from that alone. Finally, he closes the door, turning to re-enter his room where Y/N still kneeled. 

“Looks like our little reunion is over, Baby girl.”

“Nothing new,” Y/N stands with a struggle, walking over to her own luggage to pack her things. The bounce of her ass had Erik ready to say “fuck going back to Wakanda” she was really tempting him the way she was bent over, folding her clothes. 

“You always leaving me, just take me with you.” She tried not to cry but damn was it hard. Her Daddy was a Prince in another country. Probably fucking the shit out of other bitches with that good dick too. She just knew that all up and down Wakanda there were rumors about Prince N’Jadaka breaking bitches backs. 

“Fuck is all of that for? You knew what this shit was,” Erik stretched out on the bed, his eyes looking from his dick to her, “girl, come get this dick some more.”

“Leave me alone, Erik.”

“Stop acting like that,” he made his voice all low and seductive, “You know you’re my nasty little bitch.”

“Fuck you,” Y/N sounded so weak, throwing her clothes to the floor, facing Erik now with her arms folded across her chest. 

“Tell Daddy what you said this morning when I was deep in that pussy, ma,” Erik strokes his dick, swinging it to make her look at what she was stubbornly ignoring. 

“I love Daddy’s good dick,” She didn’t meet his eyes but her leg was shaking with struggle. She was a slut for Erik, He knew she would give in.

“EXACTLY. Now, come on, get you some of this right here,” He let his dick swing back and forth like a pendulum. 

“Fuck, I hate you,” the minute she got onto the bed, Erik pulled her over him, making her sopping wet pussy lower over his swinging dick. She took in a sharp breath before bouncing on him like she wasn’t just complaining. 

“Shit...you got some wet pussy on you…,” Erik exhaled. “You letting me dig all in this…” 

Erik’s fat brown dick stroked Y/N over and over. She especially loved the way he held her hips, forcing her down over him. 

“You make my little pussy stretch overall this meat. That’s impressive, Daddy,” Y/N teases before letting out a loud moan. Y/N gripped him firmly with her walls. 

“I think I’m being too polite in the pussy…,” Erik slammed up into her now, her ass clapping on his thighs and his balls, “I gotta show you who you fucking with, ma.”

“You can’t just buss my pussy open and leave me!” She fell forward over Erik, looking over her shoulder and into the large mirror at the foot of his bed against the wall. She could see everything. Every bit of her cream, his balls bouncing and smacking into her ass cheeks, his wet pole so rigid. 

“Your balls are so heavy and full of cum, Daddy,” She reached behind to grab hold of them. She squeezed them lightly, loving how soft they were. Erik was groaning in her ear now, his hands reaching back to spread her cheeks so Y/N could see her asshole and pussy better. She knew he loved doing this to her phat ass. If only he could fuck her in her ass again before he left. Y/N released over his dick sooner than she wanted to.

“Damn, Daddy, now you gotta eat my pussy,” She slaps her own ass, Erik following behind giving both her ass cheeks a nice slap. He grabbed her cheeks up, making her arch forward. He was rubbing his fingers from her asshole down to her clit, smearing her cum around and around.

“You just knew I had to lick up your mess. You always make a mess on my dick.” He flipped Y/N over, bringing his fingers to her mouth to suck on. She sucked and sucked, purposely making herself gag for his enjoyment. Erik lifts the sheets from under him, covering himself for an extra effect. She hated not being able to see him eating her pussy. Her legs were spread and over his shoulders now, Erik wasted no time to spread her pussy open and slurp away. 

“Your moans drive me crazy.” 

No, he was driving her crazy. 

Y/N’s back lifted from the hotel bed, bare chest thrust towards the ceiling, nipples hard and ready to be sucked and licked. The Prince of Wakanda flew his favorite girl to NYC for some weekend-long sex. He would be here for a short while and she needed every second of him. They already fucked about four times; twice on Friday and twice on Saturday. Now, it was a Sunday morning before Erik had to return home. She was cursing his ass out about it a few minutes ago but now she was moaning and groaning his name while he sucked her pussy like no other.

 A tiny whimper escapes her mouth, her eyes fluttering to Erik between her legs with the covers over his head. She could see his dreads but she couldn’t see the way he moved his mouth and tongue inside of her. This was definitely a good way to wake her up. She grabs his dreads into a tight fist, her pelvis grinding into his mouth. She was trying to moan, really trying to get the sounds out but he had her stunned. How dare he do this to her pussy? Eat it like this and drive her fucking crazy? She hated hooking up with him whenever he came back from Wakanda. He always fucked and ate her so damn good she was crying literal tears.

“You’re-you’re gonna leave me again, aren’t you-D-Daddy?” Her voice was hoarse.

“Shut up.” He hissed angrily. She didn’t care about his frustration. Y/N grabbed the covers, yanking them back roughly to fully admire the Prince of Wakanda eating her tight slit, face all shiny. She grabs his chin, attempting to pull him towards her but he wasn’t having that. Erik was furious she made him stop.

“Fuck are you doing?!” He sounded desperate and angry at the same time, “Stop pushing my lips off this pussy, baby girl!”

“Not until you answer my question! I’m sick-sick of this shit...ooooh.”

He shut her up with his dick sinking deep inside of her. Her pussy parted for him, letting him in again since the tight little kitty loved him so much. She shook her head, allowing it to fall back while Erik strokes her. 

“Oooooh, this what you taking away from me. I can’t go without it,” she whispered into his ear, “I need it, Daddy...baybeee, I need it.” 

Erik brought his lips to her cheek, his groans and grunts all in her ear while his hips snapped into hers. 

“Daddy, if you leave me, who’s gonna fuck my pussy like this, Hmm?” She had to remind him about that. 

“Fuck, you know who this pussy belongs to, girl, DONT PLAY WITH ME.”

Erik wraps a hand around her neck, Y/N looking up into his stormy eyes. Her eyes were more delicate but under all that was mischief. 

“I don’t know, Daddy...I really don’t,” she was fucking him right back. Erik looked from her wet twat fucking him back to her eyes. 

“Who told you to fuck me back like this? Huh? Who told you to do that?” He couldn’t stop biting his lip though. She was sliding on and off of him something serious. 

“I guess I have to get this pussy fucked by somebody else when you leave me.”

She was toying with him and she knew it would make Erik angrily fuck her into this bed. Y/N was a starving woman for dick. 

“Who? Don’t fucking play with me, Y/N.” 

“I’ll give this pussy up...I need to be fucked good and you aren’t around.” 

Erik picked up Y/N from the bed in one swift motion, slamming her down on his thick pole. She twitched around him, her legs shaking around his hips. Erik lifts her up, doing it again and again, hitting her spot over and over with that fat tip. She could feel her arousal drip to the floor from how he filled her up. One thing she could say about this Prince was that he could make her pussy drip the best. 

“How you gonna give this pussy up when I make it do all this? You wanna lose all that, girl?”

Erik went in deep and long, all the way, and they both moaned into each other's mouths. Erik pumped his hips, pounding his meat into Y/N’s tight, velvety tunnel, her body surrendering to him like it always did. They were both bathed in sweat, burning with lust. Y/N watched as Erik’s tongue ran over his bottom lip. She caught it between her teeth and urgently sucked on it, feeling every inch of him thrusting into her. 

“You got me cumming,” she had her arms on his shoulders, “you got me cumming on you! See! This is what you do to me!!”

Erik scrunched his face at the way the walls of her pussy squeezed his dick, “Oh? See...now I gotta fuck you some more…”

“Yes, baby, that’s what I want,” Y/N was driving that pussy down onto his dick again, “mmmm, I love this hard dick.”

Erik’s dick had the perfect lubrication around it. Her cum mixed with his pre-cum. 

“I want that fat dick in my mouth...let me choke on that dick, Big Daddy.”

She was down on her knees now, practically clawing at him to get the dick in her mouth. She always told him that even if he didn’t eat her phat pussy, she would still suck his dick because she loved it so much. 

“You stay so hard for me, Prince,” Her hot mouth devoured his dick causing Erik’s eyes to roll shut. She sucked it in and out of her mouth, letting it pop each time she withdrew her mouth from the head. This bitch played with Erik’s penis like it was her own joystick. Y/N always worked her mouth over Erik’s elongated and fat shaft, taking him in fully like she didn’t have a fucking throat. 

“It’s too big for my mouth,” she moans after withdrawing her lips from his saliva-coated shaft, “But, I have another hole that I know can handle it.” 

“That sounds like a challenge,” Erik released. “Show me your skills, baby.” 

Erik turned Y/N around in front of the oversized floor mirror at the foot of his bed. He parted her cheeks, looking straight down into her slick pussy, the hole she was referring to his favorite hole on her. Erik spits, allowing it to drop down and over her pussy. She felt that, making her ass shaking against him. 

“Bend the fuck over and grab your ankles.”

She turns sideways in front of the mirror, bending in half and grabbing her ankles. She was so folded that she could put her head between her wide legs to look back at Erik. This was the way he fucked her pussy when she acted up. 

“You know what’s about to happen, right?” 

Erik walks away towards his open luggage, grabbing a belt. The thick leather material of it would imprint her flesh so painfully. Too bad she was in a compromising position. Ass cheeks open, pussy open, she had nowhere to run. 

“Oh, this?” She spoke, trying to hide the slight fear she felt, “you gonna give me an ass whooping?”

“Only cuz you being a disrespectful bitch...make that ass shake each time I give you a beating.”

“Yes, Daddy.” 

The first strike was between her ass cheeks. Her flesh stuck to that damn belt. A soft moan was her response to it. She grabbed her ankles tighter, looking back at Erik, watching him strike her over and over without giving his arm a rest. His dick was standing straight out. This nigga was so hard from this. 

“I don’t see that phat ass shaking!!! Move that ass or this dick ain't going back in that puss.” 

“Fuckkk,” she started twerking in a handstand almost, Erik lashing her ass. It started to hurt, he was really pissed that she said she could get dick from some other man. Her Prince was hurt by that.

“Daddy-Daddy-Daddy you know I was just playing, right? Baybeee it hurts,” she starts whimpering. Erik let her have one final strike before tossing the belt onto the bed.

“Why you gotta do that? make a nigga so mad? All you gotta do is tell me you want it fucked hard from the back like this,”

His dick went in her swiftly. She forgot about the pain in her cheeks, turning to look at her reflection in the mirror. 

“Prince, N’Jadaka,” She moaned loudly, “Fuck me, keep fucking me like this and I’m sure to cum all over this royal dick!!!!”

Erik has to slow down, she was gripping his shit from the back. He looked into her eyes in that mirror, the look that had him coming back to America to fuck her. 

“Come on, don’t be afraid to ram it in,” Y/N urged. 

“Girl shut the fuck up,” Erik lifts Y/N up, turning her to face the mirror now. He grabs her neck from behind, squeezing it tightly with his fingers. 

“You got them eyes looking straight ahead, right?!!!” 

“Yessssss.” 

“Telling me to fucking ram it in, what you think I do? You can’t take it when I do that, baby stop talking shit.”

Erik started urgently stroking her pussy, so hard he could make that mirror shatter. Making her arch lower, Erik pounded her insatiable pussy. He could feel her leaning forwards off his dick but Erik had a firm grip on her hip with one hand while the other was around her neck. 

“Can’t take this dick I see.” 

“It’s cuz you’re in my stomach.” She tried to move away again.

He was in her fucking guts. She was going limp over him, but Erik didn’t give a fuck. The squishing of his dick pistoning into her vagina as her body rocked back and forth over his dick with Erik’s control was the sound Erik wanted to hear. That was the sound of getting your pussy fucked by a Prince. A Prince with some good good dick.

“Ima remember this little reunion,” Erik teases, “Stop fucking running, Y/N!”

He would pull her back each time. She convulsed repeatedly, surrendering to her intense orgasm. Erik was chasing his own, continuing his thrusts while she cried out for him to slow up. Y/N could only stand there with trembling legs and enjoy the sweet torture. Erik slammed her so hard with his dick she could see stars. 

“Daddy! Please cum! Pleassseee! I can’t take it!”

It didn’t matter what direction Y/N moved, Erik was fucking the shit out of her. Both of Y/N’s hands were planted on the glass, the vision of her ass clapping back on Erik right in front of her watery eyes. She knew this cum was going to be delicious. Y/N struggled with her words but they came out nonetheless. She told Erik to let her know when he was about to cum because she wanted to swallow it all. That turned his ass out, and he really started wearing that nana out. 

“Fuck, my pussy is cumming for you again!”

She dragged her nails down that mirror. Erik pulled out and told Y/N he was about to cum like she wanted him to. Y/N turned around faster than the speed of light and caught that cum like an action hero. It was a speeding bullet, and she was about to catch it on her tongue. Erik is wild with it when he came. Tasting all good and filling up her throat. Erik gets tens straight across the board for delivery, expression, and creativity since her body was his canvas for his thick and tasty cum. Erik’s eyes were glazed and his breathing was shallow, standing there with that impressive body, an aura of a Prince. 

“Every time you cum for me, I lust after you some more. This shit does my body good.”

“You are so damn nasty,” he managed to get out between moans from Y/N licking the rest of his ejaculate off of him. Her pussy started throbbing. Her pussy lips were jumping. 

“I just know that pussy is trickling down the inside of your legs.” He was right. 

He shouldn’t say shit like this to her. She wanted him to stay forever.

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[ksj-com]

There’s No Game Over-

Fatality

- Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

- Genre: Mortal Kombat!AU, violence, action, smut

- Warnings/Tags: fighting, slightly gory scenes, Jungkook wanting to beat the living hell out of you, annoyed/asshole Jungkook, getting sucked into video game, reader learning how to fight, weapon mention, Jungkook clueless when it comes to feelings, kissing, squeezing, fucking on car hood, creampie, sad ending

- Word Count: 4,401 words

- Summary: When you’re sucked in the Mortal Kombat universe, you wondered if you would be competing against your favorite character: Jungkook. Seeing him through the screen, you couldn’t help but find him attractive even though he wasn’t real. How will the Mortal Kombat universe treat you and how will you escape?

|| Masterlist ||

“Take that!” Shouting fills the room. Fingers smash the controller joystick in circles while pressing the lettered buttons skillfully. Your tongue curls around your bottom lip from concentration.

The two fighters jump around, blocking and dodging the hits hurdling towards them. Although, you and your friend, May, were masters at Mortal Kombat, the health bar above her fighter was slimming to nothing quicker than yours was. You knew that the victory was yours when your fatality bar filled completely, available for use whenever you wanted to end the fight.

“Come on, man. That’s like your fifth one winning in a row,” she huffs as she watches her character’s bones get crushed and lay lifeless. Meanwhile, the screen focuses on your character with ‘Victory’ portrayed over them.

May decides to choose the ‘Select New Character’ button. It took some time for her to finally choose her character Jungkook, hoping he would break her losing streak.

“While you choose someone, I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick,” she sets down the controller. You give her a nod before she walks off down the hallway and out of sight.

Admiring her character choice, your thoughts slip out of your mouth to say to yourself. “The things I would do to him if I could,” you mumble.

His biceps bulge, along with the veins wrapping around his arms and to the top of his hands. The mystery of not knowing what his face looks like under the yellow half-mask he wears, makes the eyes resting above it so much more intriguing.

Suddenly, the controller within your palms began to violently shake like something inside was alive. While you tried to inspect what could have been causing the strange occurrence, you missed seeing the other half of the character selection screen fill with your appearance. Being too distracted by the controller, you never once looked up until it flew from your grasp. Looking up, you weren’t in the lit up basement you were just playing video games in. Instead, the sight of Jungkook stands in front of you. An empty city street, which looked like it was previously raided and torn apart, had broken windows and cars lit on fire on the side of the road. As if the situation couldn’t get anymore foreign, you look down at yourself. The casual clothes you were once wearing before were replaced by a more fitted outfit.

A tight bodysuit hugged your slim body, dipping deep between your breasts— something you definitely weren’t used to wearing. The suit was black with maroon lines cutting down the middle of your body and down your thighs. Your arms and shoulders were covered by a black jacket, containing red patches on your shoulders that had spikes poking out. To match the ‘dangerous’ appearance of the jacket, a loose belt hangs over your hips with a sharp golden skull in the front of it. A black cloth drapes around your neck, yet your cleavage still couldn’t be dared to be covered up unlike your face. A red mask covered your nose and mouth like Jungkook’s.

To say you were confused was an understatement. The setting looked like one of the backgrounds from Mortal Kombat, and seeing how Jungkook was standing in front of you made you do a double take. Are you in Mortal Kombat? You wish you could have the time to figure out what the hell was going on, but a countdown floating above the two of you was nearing 0 and the look Jungkook was giving you was anything but comforting. His eyes were narrow and burning holes into your own. He held his fighting stance until the countdown ended, instead of zero the word ‘Fight’ floats over you both. It didn’t take long for him to approach you, along with his fist that connected with your jaw.

In “real” life, the hit surely would’ve knocked you out instantly. Yet, it didn’t faze you at all. Continuing to stand there, not knowing what to do, he takes his chance to wind his arm back for another punch. Your arm blocks the hit perfectly, an instinct you didn’t know you had.

He wasn’t used to someone not willing to fight back, but he definitely took advantage of the opportunity to win an easy fight. Upper cuts, jabs, and kicks came towards you. You managed to block most, but you didn’t know how much longer you could do this.

“Stop! Please!” You hide your face behind your numbed arms.

Not to your surprise, he doesn’t listen. He was becoming frustrated from all the blocking and gave up trying to hit your upper body. A sweep to your legs sets your body now lying on the ground. You were about to pick yourself back up, but you remembered something about Mortal Kombat, you can’t get hit when you’re on the ground.

Like a little kid in the middle of a tantrum, you laid there with your arms crossed. He stood there, looking down at you and waiting for you to rise. When the time never came, he let his arms fall as he was clearly annoyed.

“Get up so we can finish this,” he spits. His brows were furrowed and his eyes narrowed on you.

“No,” you argue, “I’m not fighting you.”

“What the hell do you mean you’re not fighting me? This is Mortal Kombat, lady,” he yells, hands waving in the air from anger.

You rolled your eyes from being called ‘lady’ in such a tone. You shoot back in the same tone you were given. “I’m aware what this is. I was just playing it and got sucked in somehow. I don’t belong here and I’m definitely not getting my ass handed to me until I know how to fight back.” Yes, you were aware of how crazy you sounded.

“You’re insane! What are you talking about ‘game,’ and how do you not belong here?” He looked like he wanted to rip his hair out of his head. He clearly isn’t aware that this universe is just a game. Did these characters have their own lives inside of the game? The thought almost creeped you out.

“...Just forget it. There’s no point in explaining.”

A huff escapes his mouth before he walks in circles, casually kicking the cracked concrete under him. Being impatient, the silence from him didn’t last long. “Well I can’t get out of here until we end this so what are we going to do?”

You shrug, still planted in the same spot as before. Without the response he wanted from you, he took matters into his own hands.

“Get up,” he sighs.

“No, I already—“

He sounds defeated. “Get up. I’m gonna teach you how to fight.”

You paused, wondering if this was a trick. He could continue fighting you as soon as you stand yourself up, or he could actually show you how to fight in Mortal Kombat. Whatever he was truly thinking, you couldn’t lay down there forever.

He watched you pull yourself up. “Who are you anyways? I’ve never seen you around.”

You wondered that yourself. You could see that your short black hair was the same as how yours usually is, but did your face look the same? Using the reflection of the building’s windows as a mirror, you could see that the face looking back at you was similar but not the same. Your features were definitely yours, but more pulled back and sultry. It was you but more... sexy.

“My name is (Y/N),” you finally answer his question while turning back to face him.

“(Y/N)? Weird name but whatever,” he says.

“And Jungkook is totally normal, right?” You scoff.

“Let’s just get this over with. I’m dying to use one of my fatalities on you right now,” he rolls his eyes.

The sentence almost made you laugh, but you decided it was best to keep the giggle in. You didn’t want him to change his mind and fight you again.

Although you didn’t expect him to, he ended up keeping his word. Jungkook teaching you how to fight came easier to you than you thought it would. You’ve never been one to fight in your life, so you assumed that the quickness and strength in your hits wouldn’t be as effective as they were right now. The only explanation you had was that you had special skills now that you were in Mortal Kombat, but that sounded crazy...right?

After he taught you the basics, he had to stop the progress you two were making. “I clearly don’t know your special moves or anything since we’ve never met, so I don’t know how I’m gonna teach you that,” an annoyed tone began to peak through his voice once again.

Almost as if someone heard his words, a flail falls from the sky and lands in front of you. The confused expression that you gave Jungkook was reflected back at you.

“Well, that was strange,” he ponders.

You grasp the flail within your palms, the knowledge of how to use it hits you like a wall the second you touch the foreign object. You swing it around, utilizing it in combo moves and special moves. The ease that flowed out of you left Jungkook impressed. For the first time, you saw him not annoyed at you. After watching you, he suggests that you should take some time by yourself to discover everything you need, hoping it would take longer that way. As much as he would hate to admit, it was fun being with you. Doing something other than fighting people repeatedly. Not to mention that your company wasn’t half as bad as he wanted it to be. It would’ve made his thoughts less complicated after all.

“I’m gonna catch a few z’s over here until you feel you’re ready,” he says. As he rested his body on the concrete sidewalks, his eyes focused on you. You knew he was looking. It was obvious since every time you glanced over he frantically shut his eyes to pretend he was actually asleep.

Even though you knew Jungkook really wasn’t asleep, you walk over to his figure. You had grown tired too, probably more than he was since you were actually a real human.

“That sidewalk any comfortable?” you cock your head down at him.

His eyes open, head tilting up to look at you. “Not at all, but it’s something. I’m just cold.”

You look around for something that can be used as a blanket, but your eyes catch on a car parked on the side of the road, a tame fire continuously coming out the top. “Let’s go over by the fire for some warmth then,” you help him get to his feet.

He brushes off the pebbles that decorate his armor. It was a short distance and, in seconds, both of your backs were resting against the building behind the heat source. Butts on the cold pavement and shoulders side by side, you both stared at the fire in front of you in silence. He was trying hard not to look over at you, scared he would make the situation more awkward than he already felt it was. The peripheral view of your jet black hair would have to suffice.

You, on the other hand, were not so shy. You didn’t hesitate to twist your body over to face him before starting conversation. “Do you always wear that mask over your face?” You ask, watching his eyes meet yours. Seeing him this close made you feel so small next to him. He towered over you and everything about him was so intimidating—except his eyes. They were soft when looking at you, the exact opposite of the glare he would burn into your retinas from the beginning of the fight.

“Yeah I suppose...I never really notice it,” his eyes don’t fall from yours.

“Can I see what you look like underneath?” Your voice small, you watch his eyes widen a bit.

“What about you? Did you forget that you’re wearing a mask too?” His head leans back, away from your prodding fingers that tried to dig under his cloth.

You roll your eyes, ripping the mask off like no issue. Nothing came from his mouth other than a sigh. “Fine,” he slowly leans his face towards your grasp.

While slowly pulling down the mask, you realize the wide variety of things that could be under it. A gaping mouth of long rigid teeth could be hidden, maybe even a mouth with no teeth— which somehow would be even worse. Your roaming thoughts came to a halt when his mask was finally resting on his neck.

He was so normal. His nose and mouth completely untouched; no scars, no bruises, no imperfections of any sort. His lips were pink, and his cheeks were becoming the same color when he noticed you staring.

“What? Is something wrong?” He asks, his teeth now visible for your viewing. Straight and, also, normal. While you embarrassingly zoned out, his hands roamed the untouched parts of his face.

You finally snapped out of your trance. “No, no! It’s just... I wasn’t expecting that,” your little laugh puts him back at ease.

“Like what?” He grabs a shard of metal off the ground to see his reflection. He inspects the parts of his face that he’s never seen before.

“Like...normal, I suppose? I expected you to have all these scars or something, but you look so perfect,” you realize the words that fall from your mouth and you instantly feel the warmth of the fire focus on your cheeks.

A smile lifts his cheeks high, the first time you’ve ever seen it. “Perfect? Oh, come on. Look at you! How come I’ve never seen you before?” He raises the dreadful question once again.

“I guess I’m a new character or something,” you bite the inside of your cheek. Did you just lie? You had hoped so. As much as you’re enjoying his company, you wouldn’t want to stay here forever no matter what.

“That’s interesting. I didn’t know we got new characters,” he says, smile still shining brightly on his face. If that was the case, that meant this wasn’t the only time he got to see you and, honestly, he was happy about that.

You resorted your gaze back on the fire, being too nervous to continue to share eye contact with him. The piercing light from the fire and the exhaustion caused your eyes to sting. As a result, you decided to close your eyes and, unintentionally, your mind shut off into sleep.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was left alone with his thoughts. He was never tired to begin with nor has he ever needed sleep anyways. It wasn’t long before your head fell upon his shoulder while you were sleep. His instincts told him to nudge you off, but he fought it back for you. He needed this time to think about why he was feeling so confused about himself.

He didn’t want to fight you, but he didn’t want to be stuck in this round forever either. He needed to get a grip on himself. His cheek now rested on the top of your head as he let his thoughts roam wild. It was something he never did, living in a world where you live fight after fight, what else was there to think about? Maybe it’s better to live without having to think about things.

The hot flame of the fire returns to your view when your eyes squint open. Instantly raising your head, you realize the position that you and Jungkook were just in.

“Sorry,” you laugh nervously.

The warm look that you worked to get on his face was now replaced with the stern face that were not used to anymore. Was it because you accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder? “It’s fine. You ready?” He says, eyes avoiding yours.

That question made the lump in your throat grow even more. You didn’t want to be here forever, but you didn’t want to leave Jungkook here either. You thought you had gotten to him, broken his usual persona.

“Well?” he huffs. He hated the confusion he was clearly giving you right now.

“What’s the rush?” You scratch the back of your neck nervously.

“We can’t be here forever,” his voice soft now, losing the tough act quickly.

You nod, completely agreeing with him. Standing up, you help him up as well. Now face to face, his eyes look deeply into yours. Mesmerized in the moment, your fingers graze along his. Electricity shoots up every nerve. Starting from your fingers up to your lips that were now brushing against one another’s. Breathing in each other’s air, you were hypnotized in the moment. You took it upon yourself to make the move, connecting your lips into a light kiss.

Your minds were spinning— especially yours. First you were sucked into a video game and now you’re kissing a character from it? It sounded insane, but you didn’t want to stop.

On the other hand, the kiss comes to an abrupt stop when he pulls away. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” his eyes scan your face. At that moment, his innocence hits you like a brick.

“Do you want to...continue? I can show you,” you look up at him, guiding his hands to rests on your hips. Your bodies still close enough together to feel how hard each other you both were breathing. Your heart started racing when he took his bottom lip in and gave your hips a squeeze.

He dipped down quickly to smash his lips back on yours. It was full of hunger and need, his tongue skillfully making his way into each kiss. You were pleasantly surprised to know that you didn’t really need to teach him anything. As his hands wrap around your body, a moan falls out of his mouth. The vibration sends an exciting chill down your spine.

Your thought process was nonexistent as you tugged his clothes off. He wasn’t shy to strip you down as well, grabbing your ass roughly when it was bare. Both of you were only wearing underwear now as your lips were raw. He was lost in the moment, gripping one of your legs around him. The tight fitting underwear he was wearing didn’t hide the massive erection he had inside of them. He leaned himself back on the city building, pulling you with him.

His kisses travel to your neck, licking and sucking the tender skin. You couldn’t help but to tangled your fingers within his hair as your eyes fluttered closed. His hands travel around your body, he tried to look at your reaction when he touched somewhere new. He wanted to please you because he definitely didn’t know how to please himself all on his own.

Your breathing shuttered when his hands pushed against the front of your underwear. Your hips moving towards his touch as he continued to grind his fingers around you. He watched you, your head falling back, eyebrows furrowed a bit, your mouth partly open. Moans falling out of your lips.

He could feel the pressure building between his legs, an unknown feeling to him. All he knew was, the closer you got to touching him, the better it felt. He hugged you close, enjoying your thin cloths grinding together.

“Jungkook...wait,” you breathe into his ear. You lead him to a car parked on the street, obviously this one didn’t have a flame bursting out of it. Setting yourself up on the car hood, you looked at him standing it front of you. You loved being a tease, especially to someone who didn’t even know what they’ve been missing they’re whole life.

“Come here,” you spread your legs apart and taking off the last bit of clothing you had on. He stood there, taking in the sight that made him want to burst right there. “I can teach you how to use that. I know you’re wondering about it,” you gestured towards the rock hard dick being restricted by his underwear.

He makes his way closer, now standing between your legs. You pull his underwear down, his dick bouncing up now. “Tell me if this feels okay,” you look up at him. Your hand glides down his member, watching his mouth squeeze shut to keep in his moans.

“You like that?” you ask with a smirk on your face. He nods his head slowly. You were dripping for him and you wanted it now. You just hoped he was ready for it.

Leaning back on the car hood, you scoot down to him. Your entrance rested against his throbbing tip.

“How do I—“

“I’ll guide you,” you assure him. He was nervous to hurt you or to make himself look stupid.

You took the base of his cock within your hand, rubbing it around your folds before pushing him inside of you. A gasp came from both of your mouths, his eyes looking at your face. He took it to himself to pull out and back in, another moan falling from your mouth. He figured that’s what he needed to do, he continued to repeat his actions. His mind slipping as his pace grew faster. He gripped your hips to stay still as he pushed inside of you, the sound of your moans motivating him to go harder.

He remembered the way you looked when he rubbed you from earlier, so his thumb met with your clit. Moans turned into squeaks as he dug circles into you. He could feel himself coming closer to his high, unaware of how good it was going to feel.

“Just like that,” you whine, your arms grabbing to reach around his neck. Pulling him close, his strokes became sloppier and his breaths turn into moans. Your legs pull him into you after each thrust, you didn’t want him to stop but you knew he was close.

His lips push into yours once again, one of his hands grabbed your neck. The slight squeeze made your eyes roll to the back of your head from pleasure. Moans struggling to push through, you felt yourself reaching your high. Your hands claw at his back as your felt yourself cum all over his dick which was still pounding you.

The clenching of your walls, pushes him over the edge as he felt a type of pleasure he never felt before. He gripped your neck until the last drop of cum fell out of him. He was out of breath and speechless at what he just went through.

Pulling himself out of you, he could see his cum drip out of you before you sat yourself up and slid your underwear back on. He took in every second he could of your beautiful bare body. Who would’ve known that there was so much that he never experienced?

To explore the world that you both were in right now, you decide to go on a walk together. You show him the comfort of holding each other’s hands while walking, which he grew to love.

“I wonder why they decided to make a new character all of a sudden,” He thinks out loud. The playful swinging of you and Jungkook’s arms, hid the fact that you went into deep thought about it again.

Are you staying here forever? Are you leaving when this fight is over? Could you poof out of this world any second? Why are you here? You didn’t know if you should be sad about never being able to see Jungkook again or if this was your life from now on.

“Shall we see who’s gonna get their ass beat right now?” You give him a slight pinch. You watch a smile spread across his face.

“You’re going down,” he winks. You both were now standing in your starting positions. “Ready?” He asks.

“Never been readier,” you swing your flails around to get the feel of them once more. You both approach each other, saying ‘Go’ simultaneously.

You both took no time to start the fight, strategically laying out combos and blocking everything you could. The thrill of throwing punches and kicks, using your flails, blocking Jungkook’s moves; was terrifying but fun. You didn’t feel out of breath the whole time, the adrenaline keeping your energy at an all time high.

You swept Jungkook’s feet from under him. When he picked himself back up, you caught him off guard. He failed to block your combos, causing his health bar to fall dangerously low. Another sweep to the leg finished him off.

Like at the end of every Mortal Kombat fight, he stood there wobbling back and fourth for your fatality. You never discovered your fatality from earlier, so you threw a weak little punch to finish the job.

When the fight ended, Jungkook looks at you with wide eyes. “You won! You won!” He yells, excitedly. He ran up to you to give you a hug, yet he found himself running through your figure. Turning around confused, he sees you becoming transparent. He rushes up to you quickly, close enough for you to see sadness brim his eyes.

“What? This never happens!” he says. The back of his hand runs down where your cheek would be.

Did this mean you were leaving? You know you didn’t want to be here forever, yet why were you so hurt looking at the expression on his face. He knew that whatever was happening wasn’t good.

“Don’t leave,” he begged.

“I’m sorry, it’s out of my control,” you try to hold his hand against yours even though he couldn’t feel your touch. He tried to remember everything about you before you disappeared into thin air. He hoped this wouldn’t be the last time.

Meanwhile, the next time you opened your eyes you found yourself in a whole different video game universe that you’ve grown to fear...

[youremypride]

Of Games & Sex (M)

➤ your wonderful boyfriend tells you another way he could enjoy playing games even without his precious gaming consoles and computer.

↳ character: jungkook x reader

↳ genre: smut, fluff, gaming! au

↳ warnings: fingering, squirting, comparison to gaming consoles

↳ word count: 2401 words

↳ a/n: i just had this sitting in my drafts, might as well finish it since i was playing way too much of sims these past few weeks.

The living room was blaring with constant sounds of fire arms and bombs going on every five seconds and not once had it been peaceful ever since your boyfriend had returned home to your shared apartment. His hobby of playing video games was bearable for you until he decided to hook up the new audio system he bought a week ago.

He had argued that the both of you could take advantage of it – you being a movie fanatic and him a video game addict. You would have agreed with the idea if it weren’t for him hogging the entire entertainment system for the past few days now.

Instead, you end up using his computer game setup to watch all your VODs since it streamed faster and you had the 32-inch monitor all to yourself. After your third movie for the night, your stomach started rumbling – hunger and the craving for pizza starts crawling up your throat.

You head out of Jungkook’s office and walk towards the fridge to find that the leftover pizzas from yesterday was gone and on the coffee table – your boyfriend scoffing down every slice of those meaty dough pies.

Thankfully you were smart enough to buy a third box and hid it in the secret compartment of the fridge – one where Jungkook would never be bothered to bend down to search for food. Grabbing a plate, you put three slices of them pepperoni pizzas before cracking a cold cola to pair with it.

You plopped down on the couch beside Jungkook – whose eyes had not been away from the screen for hours it seems. You could see the whites had now been painted in light pink almost turning red.

Finally, the ‘game over’ sign appeared on the screen and Jungkook sighed and groaned in defeat, throwing the controller aggressively on the coffee table.

“Hey!” You patted his thigh. “Be careful with them! Do you remember how much that cost?! We wouldn’t want another incident like before to happen again now do we?”

Jungkook smirked. “Well, if that incident happens again,” He grabs your hand with the pizza slice in hold and leads it towards his mouth. He moaned in delight when his tongue came in contact with sweet dough. “There’s always another way for me to play my game.”

“Yeah? And what’s that? Your PC? Not a chance, old man. You promised me a week with that bad boy when you wanted me to stop complaining about you hogging the flat screen.”

“And when did I promise you that?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“When you were too busy with your precious game and you just said anything to get me to leave you alone.” You clicked your tongue and shot him a playful wink. “Can’t break a promise once promised, Jungkook. Your words.”

“Oh baby. All the more reason for me to play video games with you.” Now you’re the one who’s confused. “You see baby, there are three things in this world that I love the most. Three things that have the same functions and the same features.”

“What does that have to do with me?” You asked.

Jungkook leans in with his arms resting on the back of the sofa. “One of the three things include you of course. The game console, my superior PC and my adorable little girlfriend, Y/N.”

You laughed, appalled by the answer your boyfriend just gave you. “Me? You must be joking. How do I have the same functions and features as your entertainment friends?”

“All three of you have buttons – buttons in which every button I press enables me to defeat my enemies and win my gaming arounds, control my player to go where I want them to go and even increase or decrease the sound of my game – whether I want it soft or loud. It goes the same for you, baby.” He explains but it only leaves you in a loop of confusion.

He groans and rolls his eyes when he looks at your expression. He grabs the plate in your hand and puts it down on the table, standing up and tugging you up with him as he leads you towards your bedroom.

“Well since words can’t explain it, how about I show you instead?” He pushes you down gently on to the bed as he crawls on top of you, careful not to crush your delicate body under his weight.

He takes your right hand and licks off the remaining crumbs from the pizza, sucking them clean with his mouth as he moans in delight. “Mmm...pizza does taste good on you, baby.”

“As much as I like to thank you for cleaning me up, that’s really unsanitary, Jungkook.” You complained. He chuckles, “You weren’t complaining about unsanitary things when I clean up your wet dripping pussy the last time we had sex. Now, stop talking and let me play my game, beautiful.”

He pulls your arms away from your chest and slides his hand up and down the sides of your hip – goosebumps forming on your skin when in contact with his cold hand. It was his way of keeping you calm and relax before having sex. Slowly he begins unbuttoning your pyjama top from the bottom until it reveals two beautiful hills and a valley in between.

One thing to note, Jungkook was a breast kind of guy and he loves marvelling and reeling in the beauty of your perky little tits resting on your chest. He tells you how your areola looks like the shape of a heart which you think was stupid and cute in a way. The best part of it all was that they fit so perfectly in his hands – sometimes playing it like a mould of clay, as a stress ball and even cupping them at night when he couldn’t sleep.

Using his thumbs, he pressed them against your nipple and rubs them in circles. You moan at the wonderful feeling as your sensitive nipples begin to harden under his touch. “Jungkook...mmm....” Suddenly he starts to flick them quickly using his index fingers and you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, the friction increasing the heat of your pulsating pussy.

With your nipples in between his thumbs and fingers, he pinches them and pulls them like it was the tip of a balloon. “Look baby, look how hard your nipple got.” He giggles. “Just by controlling your nipple, your entire body is shaking. That’s how it functions, your nipple works as a joystick that lays on top of the controller – known as your breasts. See, it made you all good and horny. I bet that last combo got you leaking so much already, isn’t that right?”

Jungkook cups each of your breast in his hands again – squeezing them as he moves your breasts in all sorts of direction – up, down, left, right. “You know this one time I went to an arcade, I found this unusual strange machine that had balls for the controller. I don’t know what it is but as soon as I placed my hands on it, it reminded me of your soft breasts.

Fuck, I almost got a boner from a machine. Thank god my brothers didn’t notice the little tent forming in my jeans.”

You whined from the pain of your breasts but it felt so good that you begged Jungkook not to stop. He starts chanting out combo moves and mumbling weird things he always does whenever he plays his game.

“Fuck, yeah. I’m gonna slay this. I’m a fucking champion, that’s right. I’m gonna win this, I’m gonna win this.” He stutters over his words after that, quick to notice that he had started to grind hard cock against your clothed pussy. The material of his sweats was so thin you could see it almost tearing up – begging to be release from the discomfort of the clothing.

You sneakily slit a hand towards his cock without Jungkook knowing. Unfortunately, a hand had grabbed your wrist away from it. Jungkook was staring at you with a grin on his face. “No, no baby. Not yet. The time will come soon, just not right now.”

“If not now, then when? I wanna play with your joystick too, pretty please.” You begged, noticing the Cheshire smile he sends you after calling his cock a joystick. “Ah, so my dick is now your controller?”

You nodded, “Yeah, if my boobs are a controller, your dick is a controller too.”

“Fair enough.” In one swift movement, he pulls down your shorts along with your panties, showing off the glistering sweetness pouring out from your honey pot. “Oh my god, would you look at that.” He lowers his head at the same level as your pussy. Jungkook spreads your pussy even wider with his fingers, gawking at it like it’s the prettiest flower he had ever seen – even when he’s seen it numerous times.

“Jungkook, please.”

“What is it, baby?”

“I want your fingers inside me. I need your pretty fingers, please.” You hated how he’s been inspecting your pussy for the past few seconds and hasn’t even done anything to it yet. Jungkook once explain to you that it takes time to appreciate art just like his brother, Taehyung had taught him. He even called your pussy a masterpiece, craved with such details and perfection. You didn’t know how to react to his compliment of your pussy but could only mutter out, “I like your dick too. It’s beautiful and pleasing, just like you.”

“Oh no.” A shock expression appears on Jungkook’s face.

“What? What is it?” You asked.

“My coin, it’s stuck.” Before you could comprehend what he was saying, he enters two of his fingers inside you, curling them up like he was trying to grab the “coin” inside your pussy.

“Fuck, I can’t reach it. Y/N, your pussy’s so tight, you’re breaking my fingers.”

“But it feels so good.” You retorted as you busy your hands with your breasts.

“Oh yeah. Maybe if I press her, your pussy would give me my change back.” You felt his thumb pressing against your clit – pressing it harder and faster until you started squirting out your juices on him.

His sweats were now wet and stained and you could see an angered look on his face. “Baby, I didn’t say you could cum.”

“But I can’t help it, you made me do it. It’s your fault for losing your change.” You smirked at him. You pondered what he was going to do next until he settles his hands on your thighs and rubs them softly.

“I think...I think I need a drink to quench my thirst.” He sighs. You pouted as you sit up and leans towards him. “You’re leaving? Don’t go, I’m sorry I didn’t ask for your permission to cum. Please don’t leave, Jungkook.” You tugged on his shirt.

“Who said I was leaving?” He pushes you down on the bed and enters in his fingers again. This time round, he angles his head near you pussy and presses your clit like before. With a strong curl of his fingers, your hips bucked upwards – Jungkook quickly placing his mouth against your pussy and drinking in your juices you had squirted out.

You see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down – drinking every last drop of your milky cum to satisfy his thirst. Once he was done, he licked the remaining juices that were leaking out.

“Mmm...tastes so much better than Gatorade. Alright time for our next game.” Jungkook takes off his shirt and pulls down his sweats and boxers so he was now naked like you. He switches position with you as he places you on top of him.

“In this game, you’re going to race with the others towards the finishing line. So, ride them up, cowboy. Or should I say, cowgirl.”

“You want me to ride you?”

Jungkook nodded, “Of course, I’m your horse.” He holds his cock for you and wiggles it. “Insert coin to start the game.” Signalling his cock to your pussy as a coin slot.

“Oh my god, how do I even put up with your bullshit, Jungkook.”

“You love me, that’s why.”

You eased down, taking his cock inside of him as you get comfortable with the feeling. Jungkook groans deeply, “Mmm, fuck. You feel so warm. We should do cockwarming more often. My cock get’s super cold from the air conditioner these days. I think your pussy makes a good heater for him; don’t you think?”

“Stop talking and pleasure me already.”

“Oh, no baby. I’m just a horse. You’re gonna have to pleasure yourself on your own. Come on, ride me. Ride me into the sunset, to that finish line. Yee-haw!” He slaps your ass and buckles you forward for a head start as you do all the work – grinding faster against him to get off from his cock.

“Faster baby, faster. You’re losing. You gotta keep going if you wanna catch up, if you wanna cum. You’re in third place now. You can’t cum if you lose this race, baby.” He motivates you.

“How can I win if my horse is slacking and I’m doing all the work. Now faster dammit. Is this how I train you to be? All those long nights of training aren’t working if your stroke game is weak as hell.” You mocked him just for the hell of it.

It seemed to work because now the pace was going twice as fast then before and slowly increasing in speed as you screamed and whined into an uttering mess. You could feel Jungkook’s cock hitting against your walls and the slowburn to release.

“Almost there, almost there.” Jungkook exclaims. “Ah...ah....ah....” With one strong last thrust, he creampies you, filling you up with the sweet vanilla cream until your pussy leaks from the overflow.

Harsh sharp pants were the only thing that was heard in the room. Tiny beads of sweats had appeared on both of your foreheads from all the exciting games you had played.

“That was fun. Let’s do this again.” The both of you laughed as you fall beside him – Jungkook wrapping an arm around you as he pulls you closer to him.

“What game do you suggest we play next?”

“How about, blow wind blow?”

“Blow wind blow? Blow what?”

“Blow my dick of course.”

[eroticshortstories4women]

Cunnilingus . . .

There are a lot of women out there, that actually don’t want their pussy licked.  Some prefer intercourse, others find it’s too sensitive, or doesn’t feel as good. I mean sure it’s okay if she truly doesn’t like it.  Each woman is unique. But…. lets not forget the fact that the clitoris was designed for only one purpose, and that purpose is pleasure.

A lot of women that don’t like their pussy licked, often aren’t sexually satisfied, intercourse may make them feel like it’s enough, mainly because she simply doesn’t know there is a “ next level” of pleasure beyond what it can offer. This especially applies to women that aren’t actively exploring their sexuality, and their favorite position is missionary.

You can always tell the difference between a woman who orgasms and a woman who doesn’t. Even in simple daily interactions with women. The happier go lucky cashier at the grocery store that is always lively and energetic, with a zest for life, that woman is having orgasms.  The woman that fights for 2 hours to get 12 cents removed off her bill…. isn’t. It’s a state of being that can easily be distinguished.  

The female orgasm removes stress, and anxiety from her life.  She is able to feel good in her body, and since orgasm charges her body, rather than drains it, like in men, daily problems don’t have the same impact. They don’t create a negative state of being, she can easily see the problem, and respond, rather than react to it.  In other words, a woman with frequent orgasms, tend to make better decisions, and remain in a positive mindset.

While intercourse may provide some orgasmic benefits, it’s really nothing compared to an oral orgasm, especially from a submissive male in a D/s FLR. The reason why so many women don’t feel like they want oral, or it’s that their too sensitive, is mostly because men suck at it. When it’s not done properly a tongue can be like sandpaper on a sensitive clit. No wonder she doesn’t want it.  She has to be in the mood for it. And that is the problem for many women.

I’ve talked about female desire before, and how a lot of women feel like they should be the desired ones, without having their own desire.  Without having her own desire, her body doesn’t get sexually charged the same way.  If she does have her own desire, she’s going to crave any kind of stimulation she can get, especially in a D/s dynamic.  Many women that discover their dominance, suddenly start craving feeling her submissive’s tongue, because her body is sexually charged, and she needs a release. 

That’s what makes a D/s FLR so interesting, because it really does unlock female sexuality to the point where, she’s going to crave sex in multiple ways and want to explore what her body was designed for.  When she has a submissive to direct exactly how to orally please her, without a male trying to make his best guess on how to please her….  Cunnilingus has a whole new dimension and a whole new meaning.

The extreme attentiveness of a submissive male, his focus and attention to her pleasure only, is a level of pleasure that will take her beyond any kind of intercourse.  The intimacy of having his face between her legs, and his tongue working in a manner that makes her extra sensitive clit ignite with pleasure, can’t be overstated. She’s going to be grabbing his hair and directing exactly how much pressure and where she wants, and she’s going to writhe around on the bed to explosive orgasms that will make her fall deeply in love with cunnilingus and her submissive’s tongue.

She’s going to start to want it more and more often, and as she denies him sex, maybe with chastity, it’s only going to turn her on more and more.  The depths of female sexuality become unlocked, and she will begin to discover herself on new levels.  Confidence will skyrocket, life will get easier, and better, and her relationship with her submissive will become cherished and adored and something neither of them can live without.

So eat pussy.  It’s the doorway to heaven, for both, dominant and submissive.

He Truly Loves Me!

I know my hubby loves me, because he finally let me lock his cock in a chastity cage - and although sometimes a little reluctant, He humbly ends up assuming his position over my knee for his corrective spanking.

Yes I know he loves me, as I take great delight in Teasing and "Edging" his beautifully engorged masculinity - again and again - using it’s tears as lube - As My gentle loving hands (gripping lightly) glide up and down - feeling each ridge, each fascinating swollen vein - listening to his plea’s and begging, his gasps and moans - feeling the furnace of testosterone burning within him - His cute air humping hips, smelling his musky addicting scent after holding his balls in my hand and feeling them dance until I believe he can’t take any more... Then when my feminine intuition tells me he's about to Cum (AND BRAIN DEAD) I suddenly and abruptly stop, without Allowing him An Orgasm... I simply wait, gently nurturing and caressing him, stroking his sexy six pack abs, his precious hairy male chest where his heart is pounding, his inner thighs - causing his balls to dance again - then when he’s calm I eventually slip his weakening deflating masculinity (with the help of ice) back in its chastity cage for me - and just me, his wife, his woman, his Queen, his Goddess, his Empress, His Governing Female - to play with again … whenever I want to … 

Yes I know he Loves Me - He Proves it Daily... 

My Favorite Sexual Things:

securely tying my drowsy naked man up to to our 4 post bed, before he fully awakens - in the morning - (Before he can go pee I might add)

gently, slowly and carefully teasing and playing with - his helpless – precious - intensifying -  “Morning Wood”

listening to his ever increasing passion..., desperation..., frustration...,  begging and breathing... As I take him, so easily   right to the edge...

mounting his face periodically, and orgasming loudly (specifically) for him to hear and enjoy my feminine bliss - He Loves Pleasing Me...

“lazily” nursing on his perpetually crying 9” cock of curved perfection, after he's orally pleasured me..., beautifully "stoking" his precious Libido

mounting his eager face once again after I've Deftly taken him right to the edge once again, and quickly flooding his avid mouth in My Euphoric Bliss

recovering from my divine climax, while laying on top of him, his desperate throbbing (vein filled) Joystick – Fully Incarcerated - Balls Deep within my covetous drenched (hyper sensitive) feminine loins …

slowly and cautiously I occasionally grind on his Pulsing  "Captive" Erection,   Making Sure He - {Remains} - Perfectly “Edged”

eventually I'll find myself unintentionally climaxing  again  on his Virile   Throbbing (Glorious) Incarcerated Manhood..., While He'll be perfectly acclimated to my tight wet "imprisonment" - which will ensure he doesn’t Accidentally Explode or Erupt - Deep Inside of me ...

eventually I'll withdraw my supersized (subjugated) STUD   from the depths of my euphoric loins, and lick his desperate 9” Cock of Perfection   CLEAN – Marveling at his Splendid Virility... And Amenable Subjugation...

Then, once he's Clean - I'll lay my head back down on his belly and again “Lazily”  Nurse ON  and  Tease  his  sweet, "Crying" - eternally  oozing -    9”   Manhood of  Throbbing  Pulsating Power...

eventually, I might just  tip him over the edge (after an hour or two, or a week of sadistic brewing) if I'm in a particular frisky rapacious mood...

The longer he goes without erupting, the more intense it is when he does. I adore watching or FEELING him Erupt SO HARD and SO MUCH – I’m always mesmerized, as stream after stream (of his pressurized cum) spurt endlessly into the depths of my savoring mouth or ravenous vagina... 

I suck and squeeze and swallow every last scrumptious drop from him.

Not stopping - I usually speed up the pace… spellbound and infatuated, and as he squeals and thrashes about in UTTER BLISS & ECSTASY ...

listening to his ever increasing desperation, frustration, and begging to STOP…   Please…. Understand  “He’s Completely Helpless”

admiring the sweaty, trembling, exhausted,  mess of a man convulsing underneath me (with a Glorious Super Sized Cock   That Just Won't Quit), entirely reliant upon my mercy - I eventually take mercy on my cherished subjugated Love - and stop fucking, sucking or stroking him...

I kiss him everywhere for being such a Perfect TOY for ME, reminding him how Magnificent and Precious He Is to me... His Mind is  "Desolate" !

Adoring his naked virile body with my carnivorous eyes and watching him blush while he’s still tied up and can’t hide it -  IS “Priceless” - His young Traumatized Powerful  COCK    doesn’t  shrink  or  deflate in the slightest.

Leaving him temporarily {it's like Velcro}, I'll fill the bathtub with warm water and Lavender Bath Beads, It’s Time Now for us to take our relaxing Saturday or Sunday morning bath together, in our over sized - oval tub.

His Relentless Erection is Still   Ultra  Rock Hard  for me..., as I untie him for our Leisurely Morning Bath Ritual AND suck him Clean one last time !!!

He stands in the shower and I finally Allow him to go pee - But he Can't - Not with Such a Hardon - But Then He Does, And What a Sight - Him peeing in the shower (up into the air 40 or 50 inches) Like a statue or fountain with a Raging 9 inch Erection...., Curved and Pointed straight up to the ceiling... WOW...

After thoroughly rinsing the shower walls, we crawl into the warm slippery bath tub together, to cuddle and relax in each others loving embrace...

Then after our warm relaxing bath finally (slowly) deflates him, I Lock his flaccid docile penis, back up in his chastity cage, for the rest of the day...

[thezeekrecord]

GAGEGN ch12

[index/summary]

REPORT: Regarding G.Freeman's recovery from the resonance cascade (pt.1)

“Daddy, I wanna play the Playtation!”

“That is the Playta—I mean, Playstation, bud.” Gordon insisted, watching Joshua focus heavily on the controller in his hands. “Which game do you wanna play? We got, uhhh...Katamari. You wanna play Katamari?”

“This one!” Joshua shouted, clumsily picking up the unopened box for Red Dead Revolver and showing it to Gordon upside down.

“Uhhh, I don’t think that’s a good one for you, Josh.” Gordon said, reaching out to take the box and look at the age rating. “Why don’t I put in Katamari and you can try it out?”

“I wanna play the fucking cowboys!”

Gordon couldn’t help but laugh a little as he set Red Dead Revolver aside to put in Katamari. Joshua threw a small fit about it at first, but Gordon picked up the controller to start playing a little. He wasn’t playing to do well—he was still testing out a new way to hold the controller that made literally any mildly difficult task possible, given his prosthetic hand wasn’t dexterous enough to hit the tiny buttons so close to each other. He had it set out in his lap upside down, diverting the button mashing to his left hand while he used his prosthetic index finger to move the joystick. It was a good idea in theory, he thought, but the controller was still upside down, so he had to think in reverse to get the Prince to move the way he wanted him to on top of relearning the button placement. Frustration at this hobby being made an insurmountable task aside, he only played to catch Joshua’s interest, and it worked within a matter of minutes. Joshua swiped the controller from Gordon, allowing him to finally ease back on the couch with a deep, exhausted sigh.

It was the morning after another sleepless night. He was quickly finding that as much as he wanted coffee to save him, it really didn’t do him much good—in fact, it only made him sleepier. He had to rely on willpower alone to keep him awake for his son. Usually he did okay, only falling asleep towards the end of the day when Joshua was already tuckered out—but today, the morning after a frustrating dinner with the Science Team and company, he was feeling like he was at his limit.

He pushed on, though. He stood up a couple times to do some half-hearted exercises to keep him awake, but after the third round of shitty jumping jacks, Gordon sat down on the couch and immediately fell asleep upon contact.

He woke to a hand shaking his shoulder, a distinctly adult voice saying his name. Gordon opened his eyes, looking up to find the kind, but anxious eyes of Darnold.

“Oh. Hey.” Gordon greeted, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and immediately looking to where he expected to find Joshua. He wasn’t there, though, the only sign of him being the Playstation controller he’d left behind. “Oh, shit. Where’s Josh?”

“You don’t need to worry about that, Dr. Freeman.” Darnold answered. “Actually, uhhh, Tommy and I are gonna watch over him for a week.”

“What?” Gordon questioned, standing uneasily. “Why? I didn’t—we didn’t make any plans like that.”

“Well, no.” Darnold replied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Listen, Dr. Freeman...I realize this is kinda gonna suck to hear, but we talked this over after you left last night, and we don’t think you’re really in a good state to watch over him right now.”

Gordon stared at Darnold in disbelief. “What? You’re just gonna take my fucking son?”

“He’s gonna be right next door, it’s not like we’re taking him to fucking Alcatraz. You’re free to come and stay with us, too, or visit whenever you want, it’s just...y’know.” Darnold indicated at the living room. Gordon had let it become sort of a mess. “Kids pick up on these things, Gordon. I know it’s not easy, and I understand you being upset, but Joshua doesn’t need an environment like this.”

“I’m doing the best I can!” Gordon argued. “What do you expect me to do, here? Just magically forgive Benry and let everything that happened just—just not matter?”

“Of course not.” Darnold said calmly. “That’s the whole point, actually. Childcare is a lot of work, and I know it must be hard to take care of him and try to sort your shit out at the same time. Trust me, this is coming from personal childhood experience, I know what it’s like being the kid in this situation. We’re just giving you the space you need to figure everything out, is all.”

“What do I need to figure out?”

“Uhhh, you know. Therapy might be a start.”

“Therapy?” Gordon echoed. “I don’t need therapy, man. I’m fine.”

“Are you?” Darnold asked in a sudden sharp tone that took Gordon by surprise. After a brief, contemplative second, he returned to his casual voice. “Listen, this was...well, actually, it sort of was my idea, but the rest of the Science Team agrees this seems like it’s what needs to happen. We’ll watch over him for the week while you figure out what you need, and then obviously, you’re free to call us for additional help at any time. All you have to do is ask.”

Gordon let out an exhausted sigh, plopping down onto his couch and burying his face in his hands. He felt the couch shift a little as Darnold sat down beside him.

“Uhh, I know we’re not, like, all that close or anything.” Darnold said uneasily. “But y’know, you’ve got a lot of cool people who wanna look out for you. And I care, too. This whole, uhhh...I guess you could call it an intervention? It looks harsher than it might for any one of the rest of us just because you have a responsibility to your kid, y’know? It’s not an easy position. On one hand, you just went through something really fucked up. On the other hand, you owe it to Joshua to get back up on your feet so you can provide the best for him.”

“How am I supposed to just shape up in a few days, though?” Gordon asked totally honestly.

“Well, it’s not like we expect you to be in perfect shape in a week. That’s unfair.” Darnold answered. “It’s a starting point, though. It’s a little bit of time to, uhhh...take stock, you know? I know you said you wanna homeschool him, and I think that’s a cool idea, but maybe enrolling him in a preschool would give you some breathing space. Just things like that, figuring out what sort of help you need and where to get it.”

Gordon fell silent, running his fingers through his hair and sighing. He had to admit, Darnold’s cool, rational tone was hard to get too worked up against—particularly when he was so tired. And even if nothing else, he really needed a nap.

“I think you’ll be alright, Dr. Freeman.” Darnold said comfortingly. “We’re all here for you if you need. You don’t have to go through anything alone.”

“...Thank you.” Gordon murmured finally. “...Can I ask one thing, though?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Benry’s staying with you, right?”

“Uhhh, theoretically. We haven’t seen him since last night.”

Gordon slowly sat up. “Well, wherever he is, I don’t want him in the same house as Josh. I know you guys want me to trust him, it’s just—”

“That’s not how I feel. I totally get it.” Darnold interrupted. “Benry’s...well, I don’t wanna insult Tommy’s friend, but I sure wouldn’t trust him with my kid if I were in your shoes.”

Gordon couldn’t help but bark out a loud laugh. “Fuck. I’m so fucking glad at least one of you sees it that way.” After a pause, Gordon leaned back on the couch, giving Darnold a knowing look. “Wouldn’t wanna insult Tommy’s friend, though? His, specifically?”

Darnold tilted his head curiously at Gordon. “Umm, he’s not necessarily your friend, is he...?”

“No, no, it’s just...” Gordon snickered a little. “Y’know, that’s some special consideration for Tommy, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re insinuating, Dr. Freeman, but I’ve decided I have to go right now.” Darnold said seriously, face flushed a little. “Tommy must still be with Josh helping him pack up some of his stuff, if you wanna...”

“Uhh, yeah.” Gordon sighed, dragging himself up to his feet. Darnold waited by the front door as Gordon headed up the stairs to Joshua’s room, where he found Tommy struggling to help Joshua organize some of his things. “Hey, Josh.”

“Dad!” Josh greeted loudly, holding up his stuffed Pikachu.

Kneeling down, Gordon assessed what they already had laid out and packed away before he began helping Tommy fold Joshua’s tiny clothes to put into his little suitcase.

“You excited to stay with uncle Tommy and Darnold?” Gordon asked Joshua with a smile.

Joshua looked doubtfully at Tommy. “Are they uncles?”

“Yeah, I decided that just now.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Listen, Josh, I have the power to decide who is and isn’t your uncle. That’s the kinda freedom I get as your dad.” Gordon said, only half joking.

Tommy smiled brightly, neatly folding one of Joshua’s shirts.

“Are you coming, too?” Joshua asked.

“Uhh—I’ll swing by a couple times, I think, but I gotta get some work done.” Gordon answered as casually as he could manage, sharing a meaningful look with Tommy.

Eventually, Joshua’s things were packed up, and Gordon held Joshua’s hand in his own as they headed down the staircase. At the front door, Darnold smiled down at Joshua as they prepared to leave. Gordon knelt down to meet Joshua’s eye, pushing his hair out of his face and giving him a smile.

“Have fun, alright? Don’t give them too much trouble.” Gordon said gently. He pulled in Joshua for a long hug before letting him go and standing back up. “Umm—thanks, guys.”

“C’mon, Josh.” Darnold said, taking Joshua’s hand and leading him out the front door.

Tommy lingered, though, watching them go for a moment before turning to Gordon to wrap him up in a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Mr. Freeman.”

Gordon snorted a little, wrapping his arms around Tommy. “No, man, I should be the one apologizing.”

“No, I mean...” Tommy let out a small, frustrated breath. “I feel like—I’ve just sort of been, umm...ignoring our problems for a little bit. I should’ve tried to do something with Benry and all this before—before it reached that point.”

“No, dude, that’s not your fault.” Gordon insisted, patting Tommy’s back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you feel like any of that is your responsibility. I should’ve kept a cooler head last night.”

“What happened last night?” Tommy asked, pulling away to hold Gordon by his shoulders at arm’s length. “I don’t mean you getting mad, I mean the—I mean the table.”

“...I don’t know.” Gordon murmured. “I just—I got angry, and everything felt...weird for a second. Did you feel it? Like...uhhh, like everything just...detached?”

Tommy frowned and shook his head.

“It’s like it just—everything...fuck, I don’t know to explain it.” Gordon went on, struggling to find the words. “Like, if everything in the world is locked, right? We can pick them up and move them, but only with certain rules. The table was locked into its place, and then when I got mad, for a second everything around us unlocked so I could...do that. I don’t know if that makes any sense.”

“Ummm...kind of.” Tommy nodded slowly.

“But—y’know what? As fucking insane as that is, I think I need to take one thing at a time.” Gordon sighed, dragging his palm down his face. “Thanks, Tommy. Sorry about...all of this.”

“It’s okay, Mr. Freeman. I get it.”

“If Josh ends up being too much, you can totally call me.”

Tommy got a fond smile on his face, glancing back towards the door. “I think���it’s probably gonna be fine. I think Darnold really likes kids.” After a brief, awkward pause, Tommy took a step back. “Well, I’m gonna go back home. I think Dr. Coomer and Bubby said they were gonna—uhhh, they were gonna visit you a little bit later today.”

Gordon nodded sheepishly. “Okay. Thanks again, Tommy. Sorry to cause you the trouble.”

“It’s not trouble. You’re my friend, Mr. Freeman, of course I—of course I wanna help you.”

Gordon smiled. “...Thanks, man. That’s cool of you.”

Tommy gave Gordon one last hug before turning to leave, closing the door gently behind him. Gordon let out a deep sigh, running his fingers through his hair and looking out at his living room. He had a lot of work to get to—cleaning his house would be a start, but the task seemed nearly impossible looking at all the clutter. Instead, Gordon shuffled back to his couch and flopped down. A nap would probably do him good, he thought, draping his arm over his eyes and gently drifting off.

****

Gordon opened his eyes, slowly dragging his aching arm off of his face to find a blanket draped over him. He yawned, pushing himself up to sit on the couch. It was still light out, he noted—so he hadn’t lost the whole day. It was time to get his life sorted out, he thought with slightly stronger determination as he stood.

“Yo.”

Gordon was getting really sick of that.

He turned, finding Benry curled up sideways in the armchair close to the couch. “Benry, I thought I fucking told you not to come into my house!” He snapped.

“Yeah, man, but Tommy ‘n Darnold said I couldn’t stay with them.” Benry complained. “You want me on the cold streets, Gordon?”

“You could go to Bubby and Dr. Coomer’s house! And I mean, where you stay isn’t my fucking responsibility!”

“But their house is like, across the street.” Benry groaned, leaning his head back into the arm of the chair. “Besides, they said uhhh, they said we gotta keep an eye on you. So here I am. Keeping an eye on you.”

“Yeah, I’m sure they didn’t say you specifically should watch me.” Gordon argued.

“How would you know? You weren’t there.”

“I mean—no! But like, for all that talk about how much they think we should hear you out, I at least trust they wouldn’t do that to me.” Gordon huffed, plopping back down. “Besides, I don’t need anyone to ‘keep an eye’ on me. I’m a fucking grown man, I’m capable of taking care of myself.”

Benry shrugged. “I dunno, man. Sure seems like you’re doing pretty well for yourself to me.”

“What—really?”

Benry indicated to the house around them. “You got a house. That’s pretty good.”

It was pretty good. Having an entire house that belonged to him, rather than renting a tiny ass apartment, was a massive step up.

“Wanna play some games?” Benry asked, nodding down to the Playstation on the floor.

“No.” Gordon growled, standing up again. “I want you out of my house, Benry.”

Benry sighed, long-suffered and dramatic. “Look, dude. I...uhhhhh...I’ve been thinking.”

Gordon quirked an eyebrow at him, slowly sinking back down into the couch.

“Things’ve been making...a little more sense, outside the game.” Benry continued, pulling his hat down by the flaps over his ears. “Not total sense. But more sense than, like, it used to.”

“...Yeah?”

“I’ve been starting to think about shit. Like, for real.”

“That’s a surprise.”

Benry clutched his chest dramatically. “Ugh, Gordon, that hurts. You’re hurting me so much, man.”

His voice was still so deadpan, but there was something about it; Gordon couldn’t help but laugh a little, even if it was a really stupid moment. Maybe it was just the indulgence in his own shitty jokes that he was rarely rewarded, he thought briefly. A flash of a smile spread across Benry’s face before he turned deadpan again.

“But like, seriously, everything about the game, like...” Benry leaned his head back against the arm of the chair again, staring up at the ceiling for a long moment. “I don’t remember anything from before the game. At all.”

Gordon stared at Benry for a long moment. That familiar haze was settling over his mind at the mention of the game, just like always, and he was moving before he could even think about it. He headed up the stairs, rifling through his things still in boxes before returning to the living room, met by Benry’s curious eyes. Gordon clutched a photo tightly in his hands. One he’d stared at for a long time before moving.

“Uhhh...” Gordon sighed, holding out the photo.

Benry accepted it with surprisingly gentle hands, staring at it carefully. “Who’s this? You got some kinda girlfriend or whatever?” He asked.

Gordon snorted. “No, curb your jealousy, Benry.” He joked before he could think too hard about the consequences of it. “That’s me. Uhh, before T and top surgery and everything.”

Benry looked up at Gordon, comparing the photo to the real deal. Gordon had gotten a brief confused moment too, looking at it for the first time—but he knew the face of his son better than his own pre-T, so that had helped him put the pieces together. It must have been taken pretty soon after he’d given birth to Joshua; he was asleep in a hospital bed, cradling Joshua in his arms.

“I don’t remember this.” Gordon admitted, taking the photo back.

“Well, yeah, you were asleep.”

Gordon laughed, despite himself. “Shut up, man. I meant, like, I should remember that day in general. Everyone remembers the day their child was born, especially the one who gave birth, right? No matter how many painkillers I must’ve been on, I’m sure I would’ve remembered like, anything involving that whole process. Going into labor, going to the—”

“Bro, I don’t wanna hear all that mess.” Benry interrupted.

“Dude, grow up, you owe me this monologue.” Gordon huffed. “But like, I should remember something, right? Anything. But I...I just don’t. And it fucking—it really sucks, knowing I should have all these wonderful memories of my own fucking son, but I don't! And it’s like—it’s alienating! I love him, obviously, he’s my son, but it’s just...it feels like there’s some sort of level of disconnect. You know? Like...me and him aren’t really on the same wavelength that we should be. I don’t remember enough to...pick up wherever I must’ve left off.”

Gordon felt horrible finally voicing that thought, but at the same time, it felt pretty good to get it off his chest. He sighed a little, looking at Benry to gauge his reaction.

Benry frowned, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets. “...Yeah. Tommy’s pretty convinced I know him.”

Gordon sat back down on the couch, watching Benry closely. “...He is?”

Benry nodded. “And I think he’s, like, upset that I don’t remember.”

“...Has he told you how you know each other, at least?”

“Yeah, something-something-science-project or whatever the fuck. I don’t really remember the story.”

“Dude, you should at least remember the story he told you, right?”

Benry got a dark, frustrated look on his face. “I know, dude.”

Gordon stayed silent. After a long moment, Benry’s eyes glossed over for a second, looking over Gordon’s shoulder before returning to his casual, relaxed expression.

“You don’t act like you forgot everything.” Benry pointed out calmly. “You like, remember society shit. What’s up with that?”

“Well—I mean, I know how things work. I remember...the vague idea of things.” Gordon explained. “But I don’t have any specific memories from before...you know. The game started.”

“You just woke up in there.”

“...Yeah.”

Benry nodded slowly. “Me too. Fucked up, right?”

Gordon nodded as well. “Yeah. Fucked up.”

After a long silence, Gordon got up, grabbing a couple bottles of beer from his fridge and returning to the living room. He held one out to Benry. Benry slowly accepted it, and Gordon sat back down, twisting his open.

“Are you ready to be fucking reasonable if I ask you about when we fought?” Gordon asked. “If you’re not, just tell me before I get all worked up again. I’m too tired to handle that right now.”

Benry shrugged, twisting his own beer open and taking a tentative sip. He made a face at it, holding the beer away from him like something old found in the back of the fridge. “Dude, this shit tastes like ass.”

Gordon laughed. “What? Don’t tell me you’ve never had alcohol before.”

“Of course I have, you think I’m a fucking noob?” Benry questioned. “No, beer just sucks.”

“It does not! It’s fine!”

“No, man, and it’s some—it’s some weak shit, too. There’s shit that tastes way better than this and gets the job done way faster.”

“Well, maybe I’m not looking to get shitfaced.” Gordon pointed out, pointedly taking a long sip of his beer. “You didn’t give me an answer though, dude. Are you gonna be normal if I ask you about the game?”

Benry let out a theatrical sigh. “Fiiiiine.”

“Why’d you do it?”

Benry took a sip of his own beer, making a disgusted sound at it before resting it against his stomach. “I keep trying to tell you guys, I don’t know shit. It happened. I kept trying to tell you to turn around, but you wouldn’t! And then we went to Xen, and you just freaked out.”

“You turned huge, dude, how was I supposed to react?” Gordon pointed out.

Benry shrugged.

Gordon sighed a little and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Then what was all that shit about like, Gamestop and Heavenly Sword or whatever?”

“I made it up.”

Gordon gave Benry an unamused look. “Dude.”

“Listen, man, everyone expected me to have this whole thing, everyone had a backstory, I had to make shit up on the fly.” Benry huffed. “It’s about the player, right? Player likes video games. So I talked about video games. Also, I just like video games.”

Gordon looked down at his drink, inspecting the little beads of leftover beer from the last time he’d taken a sip and the condensation dripping down the sides.

“I didn’t make up the dick slip, though.” Benry said with a far too amused grin.

“What—there’s no fucking way my dick was out!” Gordon shouted. “It’s not like a video game model is gonna have a dick, dude!”

“How do you know that? Maybe there was a mod for it. Gordon Freeman cinematic dick mod. It’s equality, bro.”

Again, despite it all, Gordon couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe the insistence on something like this might have made him furious just days before, but he was quickly finding it harder and harder to be quite so angry with him. Maybe he was just that tired, he thought to himself.

“You’re so fucking stupid, man.” Gordon said, still laughing a little. Benry seemed very pleased with himself, grinning back at Gordon whole-heartedly. After a pleasantly quiet moment, Gordon sighed, remembering how they got to this topic in the first place. “So, it happened. You don’t know why, but it did. That’s what you’re saying?”

Benry nodded. “I told you, man. You shot me, so I had to shoot back. That’s like, NPC law, bro, all the guards always shot back, remember? You shot first.”

Gordon let out a long groan.

“Plus, like, y’know. There was no boss. Someone had to be the boss.”

Gordon looked up at Benry, squinting his eyes at him. “What? No boss?”

“Yeah, dude. Would’ve gotten kinda crowded in there, otherwise.” Benry shrugged, then took another long sip of his beer. “I was sorta the easy pick. Y’know? You already hated me. So the game made me the boss.”

Gordon set his beer aside so he could lay down on the couch, dragging a hand down his face. “Fuck, dude. I’m...” Gordon paused to sigh. “...I’m sorry.”

There was a long silence before Benry replied. “...Nah, man. I’m sorry.”

“...I’m still mad.”

Benry didn’t reply to that.

“I just—I’m...glad you apologized. I really am. And I’m sorry the game did that. I just...don’t know. I’m still traumatized from it.” Gordon said, barely thinking his words over. “Even if it’s, like, not entirely your fault, it’s still...you certainly didn’t make it easy up to that point, either. And you didn’t make it easy after. You gotta get better at communicating, man. Really.”

Benry mumbled something Gordon couldn’t hear.

“Huh?” Gordon asked.

“Sorry.” Benry repeated, a little louder this time. “If...uhh...if you want me to go...”

Gordon let out a deep sigh. “...Nah. It’s...fine, I guess.”

“...Why?”

Gordon looked up at Benry, half expecting that to be some attempt to be annoying, but he looked genuinely curious. Gordon laid back down, staring up at the ceiling as he thought for a moment.

“I’m not sure if that’s something I’m ever really gonna get over, but...I guess, like, you and everyone else are the only ones who are ever gonna get what I went through.” Gordon explained tentatively. “The game was fucked up. Everyone’s sorta different now than they were in the game. Everyone was limited to what they were programmed to be, y’know? So...if the game forced you into that role...I’m...willing to give you a second chance after that. But you have to show an effort from now on, and listen when we tell you you hurt us. Alright?”

Benry sang a few orbs of sweet voice.

“Uhh—what’s that mean?” Gordon asked.

“Means I’ll try.”

Gordon let that hang in the air for a minute. Here they were, just talking, apologizing to each other like real people. They were real people, weren’t they? Realer than they had been during the game, at least. It was getting a little easier to process that thought, but it brought up so many more questions.

“Is this real?” Gordon asked quietly.

Either Benry didn’t hear him, or he simply didn’t care to answer.

Neither of them spoke for a little while. Gordon had half a mind to turn on the TV, just for the background noise, but he didn’t quite have the motivation to move. Benry made the move instead, putting in Read Dead Revolver. Gordon turned his head to watch Benry play for a little while.

“Were you the one who gave me the blanket?” Gordon asked suddenly, smirking a little—he was pretty certain he must have, and was completely ready to get on his case about it.

“Huh? No. Dr. Coomer and Bubby came by first.” Benry answered casually.

“Really?”

“Yeah, dude. Left you a note and everything. Look.” Benry pointed vaguely towards the little table behind Gordon’s head as he rested on the arm of the couch.

Gordon turned over, finding a neatly folded note with Dr. Coomer’s beautiful, looped handwriting.

“What, do you wish it was me?” Benry asked with a sly grin.

“What? No.” Gordon huffed as he unfolded the paper. “I was just gonna say it didn’t seem like you.”

“Yeah, right. Gordon wishing his best friend tucked him in.”

“We’re not best friends. I’m gonna throttle you.” Gordon grumbled half-heartedly before he looked over the note carefully.

Gordon,

I hope you have a good nap! I’m sorry we didn’t wake you, I thought it best to let you get some rest. Bubby has an appointment later this afternoon, so we’ll most likely be out when you wake up, but you can call us at any time you need! :) We’ll come by again tomorrow to check on you.

With love, Dr. Coomer and Bubby and Bubby

Bubby’s name was, as Gordon would expect, scratched out with a harsher pen stroke before it was rewritten again, still in Dr. Coomer’s handwriting. Gordon set it aside with a deep sigh, turning back to the TV as Benry’s character clipped out of the map.

“Oh no.” Benry muttered, only a hint of concern in his tone.

Benry managed to get the game back on track, doing completely wild things Gordon would never think to try to do and getting bizarre glitches out of it. Maybe Gordon was just in a shitty mindset, but watching Benry play like that, he couldn’t help but fixate on his own perceived narrative of the player character, acting at the whims of Benry. Desperately trying to break the boundaries of the world and escape, unknowing of the fact that he was in a far more intricate prison than he could ever perceive.

Gordon had never thought about it like that—not in depth, at least. He had refused to think about it, in fact; but it didn’t change the fact that he knew it was the truth of his entire existence in the game. He was a player character. So that only begged the question: how much of his actions were his own, and how much was the player? Who was the player?

Gordon dragged himself up off the couch, flexing the fingers on his left hand into a fist, then out. He could do that, because he’d decided to. Right?

Or had the player only gotten bored of sitting around?

Gordon growled quietly to himself, heading off into the kitchen. He could hear the game go quiet behind him and the shuffling of Benry standing, but he ignored him, pausing once he was in his kitchen. Now what? He wondered. Was he just acting out of frustration, not totally sure of what he was thinking of doing, or was he simply not aware of what the player was controlling him into doing?

Gordon heard one of the chairs at the kitchen table scrape against the floor. Gordon looked behind him, watching Benry plop down and watch him closely.

“What’s your deal? Why’re you following me?” Gordon asked him.

Benry looked him over carefully and shrugged.

“Benry, do you...” Gordon paused to get his thoughts in order. “You can tell I’m the player character.”

Benry nodded.

“Do you know how much of that is like, still true? ” Gordon questioned. “Like, can you tell that I’m just a regular guy after the game, or if there’s still something that makes me...playable?”

Benry opened his mouth, a grin forming on his face, before he suddenly seemed to decide against what he was going to say. His smile fell, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Uhh, I dunno, man. I barely even know what I am, anymore.”

“What sort of sense does it make, that we went from a video game to the real world like that?” Gordon questioned, pacing restlessly in the kitchen. “There’s something wrong. I don’t think...I don’t think we are in the real world. How could that even be possible?”

Benry didn’t have a response to that.

“And—and last night, with the table. That’s proof.” Gordon said, his heart beginning to race as he spoke. “Here. I could do it again, probably.”

“Do you gotta?”

Gordon ignored him, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He placed his hands on the back of another chair at his table, doing his best to get back into that mindset he’d been in last night. With as much force as he could muster, he lifted his hands and slammed them back down on the chair, crying out in pain when he was met with resistance. He opened his eyes again, finding the chair in exactly the same position it had been in before.

“You good?” Benry asked.

“I’m fine.” Gordon growled, rubbing his prosthetic fingers over the palm of his left hand. “But Tommy saw it, though. You all saw it. Right?”

“No.”

“I’m not making it up!” Gordon shouted defensively. “Here, I can still prove it!”

“You don’t have to prove it, dude.” Benry said as Gordon paced around in the kitchen.

“I do!” Gordon argued, rifling through the kitchen in a desperate attempt to find some way to prove his theory. What would he do in a video game that would usually break immersion? He wondered. Something that would absolutely work in the real world, but might provide some comical response in the game.

Gordon picked up a plate and dropped it on the floor.

“Bro!” Benry exclaimed, pressing his palms to his ears.

Gordon stared down at it. In many other games, it might have just bounced slightly, remaining totally intact otherwise. This plate most definitely shattered, though, laying on the floor in several sharp pieces. Gordon immediately pictured unseen seams on the plate, invisible lines where it had been predetermined to break apart. He reached for another plate, moving to the side a little to drop it with a loud crash. This one broke differently, separated into a couple more pieces than the first.

“What are you doing, dude?” Benry questioned.

“What if there’s a few different ways it could break?” Gordon wondered aloud, reaching for another plate.

“You wanna stop that, please?” Benry demanded.

Gordon ignored him, smashing another plate and inspecting the pieces carefully. It was pretty similar to the way the first one broke—but maybe not quite similar enough. He’d have to get a ruler to be totally sure, but for now, he was content to keep smashing more plates. He turned to grab another, and by the time he turned back around, he found Benry standing right in front of him, careful not to be stepping on any ceramic shards. Benry wrenched the plate away from Gordon, setting it hastily on the countertop.

“Please stop doing that, thanks? It’s too fucking loud.” Benry hissed.

“You don’t believe me, though!” Gordon said accusingly. “I have to show you what I’m talking about! I can—I can feel it, I just know it’s not real, but you—”

“I believe you, man!” Benry interrupted. “You literally don’t have to prove it, I already know it’s not real.”

Gordon breathed out in defeat, dropping his arms to his sides. “It’s not real.” He echoed quietly, carefully lowering himself to the floor between plate shards.

Benry sank to the floor as well, brushing pieces of plate away to clear a spot. They sat cross-legged across from each other, staring at the mess Gordon had made in silence.

“How do I know I’m...I’m me?” Gordon asked, leaning back to rest against the cabinets behind him.

“Does it matter?”

“Well, yeah, it matters.” Gordon said, furrowing his brow. “How would it feel to you, if, like—everything you did, you had no idea if it was someone else’s idea? Like nothing you do is actually motivated by your own...your own intent, but it’s all to achieve some goal that you don’t even know about?”

Benry paused for a long, contemplative moment before shrugging.

Gordon let out a bitter laugh. “What if, like—what if all this is just some sort of stupid achievement you can get? ‘Reality shatterer’ or something stupid like that.”

Benry didn’t reply.

Gordon pressed a hand to his face, heaving out an exhausted sigh. “...If none of this is real, then...does that mean Josh isn’t real?”

Benry stayed quiet. They sat there in silence for a long time before boredom began to eat at Gordon, and he slowly pulled himself to his feet, looking out at the sea of broken plate shards between him and Benry.

“I’d better clean this up.” Gordon murmured. Benry shuffled out of the way, allowing Gordon to sweep up the pieces in silence. Once the kitchen was safe again, Gordon sat down at the kitchen table, pinching the bridge of his nose. “...What do we even do about this?”

Benry sat back down as well, one seat away from Gordon. “Huh?”

“This.” Gordon repeated, indicating at the open air around them. “Reality. What do you do when you know nothing is real?”

Benry shrugged.

Gordon sighed in frustration, laying his head down on the table. “You’re not really the best person to talk to about this, are you?”

“Probably not.”

“...Wanna play some video games?”

“Fuck yeah, dude.”

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An (FLR) Confession about Cheating

Now that we’re both “Really” High on this outstanding “POT” Darling, I need to tell you something. As you lay next to me here in bed completely naked, Try to Stay relaxed and to continue breathing calmly, just like you are now Sweetie. As I continue to slowly play with, Stroke and “Edge” Your Erection, keep your eyes closed?  Good Boy !!! Now how should I begin..., Hmm let me see – I wonder… You know how sensual and sexual I am Darling, Right? I’m Really Quite Insatiable - Right?  WOW - This is not the best way to start this confession to you… But anyways – Here Goes...

But can you handle what happened? Can you forgive me ??? - Knowing that I premeditatively dressed up in my skimpiest “sexiest” outfit, just to meet my Ex-husband at the cocktail lounge after all these years? Can you ever pardon me..., knowing that I took him up on his “OFFER” (after consuming many many cocktails)… After I spent hours, Dancing and flirting with him in the bar, Only to take a taxicab to his fancy hotel for some intimate playtime (30 minutes after he left)... Will you be able to handle Hearing how I covetously dropped to my knees and rapaciously opened my mouth - to hungrily taste – and zealously devour his (succulent) semi erect “man meat”- You see, when he shockingly opened his apartment door “completely naked” (after our re-acquaintance at the bar) I just Couldn’t Resist... Can your fragile male psyche handle - knowing how delighted I was - as he (instantaneously) grew “Fully Erect” (inside my mouth)? Can your envious insecure male ego handle hearing how his Sumptuous Unyielding Cock grew to twice the length and circumference of yours My Love, and for one entire (inconceivable) night - Your Loving (Entranced) Wife - Cherished and “Coveted” this man’s Massive Vein Filled (Throbbing) Joystick – MORE THAN HER MARRIAGE ?

OH MY GOD… It’s Shocking, I’m so delighted and amazed that you’re Erection is So Extremely Rock HARD Right Now Honey - with me telling you all of this – And your Penis Never Lies to Me... “NO DON’T YOU DARE CUM” … Relax … Breathe … GOOD BOY !!! So I guess now’s the time to tell you – While I’m “Edging” you so Skillfully, that I force fed him one my secretly stashed Viagra pills and made him chew it up WELL with plenty of water..., And then - after I did a lengthy provocative strip dance for him, I ardently mounted him “Repeatedly” throughout the evening, Carefully riding him ever so slowly and dexterously to make sure that he would Last and Last, for my own narcissistic pleasure??? We were BOTH so Unbelievably High on Pot that night… And I blissfully climaxed on his monstrous Virile Joystick (over and over), as I sadistically and cunningly incarcerated his raging throbbing “Manhood” - Balls Deep inside me – As I “EDGED” Him Incessantly!!! Can you ever again be at peace with the knowledge that I completely adored and cherished the “tantric”  marathon intercourse I had with my Ex; Whom I naturally find so incredibly easy to subjugate sexually with Karezza? Can you ever assimilate and forgive me for recognizing and acknowledging the innate fact, that your smaller (inferior) 5” fully erect manhood could never satiate or pleasure my insatiable “AVID” Vagina the same way, as his Massive (Divine) 9 Inch Joystick Of Stone….?? Ultimately - I Voraciously Made His Powerful Joystick Explode its Huge (Enthralling) Pressurized Load, Deep UP Inside of My Tight, Clutching, Hyper Sensitive Loins….. OH MY FUCKING GOD, MY PUSSY IS TWITCHING UNCONTROLLABLY RIGHT NOW - JUST FROM VIVIDLY RECALLING THE MEMORY !!!    

Nooo… Lover Boy, Don’t You Dare Cum…  HOLD IT…  HOLD IT !!!   Good Boy…

Actually Sweetie, Seeing and Feeling How HARD you are Right Now as I Pet You - The more I think about, recall and relive this enchanting (mind disorientating) sexual event with my EX in my mind I must declare emphatically; That Unless you can “Live” with this understanding and have an acceptance, empathy and compassion of my inherent feminine sexual needs, and you are willing to share me with my EX on a frequent, repetitive basis (whenever he comes to town or wants me to go on vacation with him) - - - -, Then and only then can WE continue having a lifelong loving marital relationship together… Remember, Ultimately - My Love for you is - and will always be - exactly the same as it has always been - and the way I’ll treat you - with kindness, fondness, nurturing and my unique feminine alluring tenderness - will of course – NEVER CHANGE.... So The Definitive Question TO YOU My Darling “IS”, Can you handle and accept and live with this Revelation I Just Confessed to You?

Take your Time - and - As you think about this and what your reply to me is ultimately going to be, Here - Let me remind you and your dopamine flooded Psyche of All of the “JOYS” You’ll Experience - Being in a Female Led Relationship (FLR) with Me… Your Ultimate Goddess !!!

Yessss…. As I Undress and reveal my Divine Feminine Nakedness to you – Remember how much you Adore and Cherish my intoxicating Femininity, Smell and Taste. I want you to freshly experience and remember just how incredibly good I am at sucking, deep throating, teasing and perpetually “Edging” your Precious Little Joystick of a Cock with the Fine Art of Karezza... Realize Darling, You will never EVER find or encounter another sensuous “nurturing” woman like me. Here, Let me straddle your face in the 69 style - the way you “Lust” after - My LOVE..., as we taste and savor each others addictive sexual nectar. Don’t I taste and smell Utterly Delectable? That’s A GOOD BOY – Oh Yess – Just like That !!! … How could you ever survive without enjoying my scrumptious Pussy Every Day? I’m going to suck, nurse and Deep Throat You NOW while you’re doing that... OK? - REMEMBER – NO CUMMING IN MY MOUTH OR DOWN MY THROAT DARLING – DON’T YOU DARE !!!    YOU’LL CUM, ONLY WHEN  and if   I LET YOU…