#we've played our cards

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

I don't really want to keep talking about this because I don't think it is productive to talk

Now I will contradict myself and talk at length

I'm gonna set the Pizza Hut thing aside and then also go abstract and point out that, theoretically, we have a representative government, and that means that theoretically the government, elected officials and yes, even career bureaucrats, are literally acting in their figurative capacity as representatives of the collective interest. A large piece of representative government is the notion that the representatives have discretion and are not pure vectors for the impulses of their constituents, but are thoughtful and rational actors who are equipped to act wisely to do what they believe is best for the whole. There have always been unelected officials in the constitutional government and there have always been parts of the government insulated from elections, but representation is the overall spirit of the scheme. As is I am sure familiar to all of us who have a passing knowledge of American political thought.

There is, since WWII, a large professionalized, bureaucratic machine added to this mix. These are the people Republicans hate and have wanted to get rid of ever since they were created. They are still theoretically representatives of the people. While they are not elected directly, their agencies were generally created or approved by elected officials, and Congress controls their budget. Congress, the most democratic branch, at least theoretically controls this part of the government.

Therefore, you can imagine, theoretically, that all of these things that USAID did, if you trace it back enough, is connected to someone who thought it would be in the general interest for USAID to do this.

But we see the problem, of course, which is that there are probably some people who are fine with the federal government funding those things and see them as an extension of the general interest, and a lot of people who aren't. In the grand scheme of federal spending and behavior, sometimes some incongruities can slip through in the vague hope that things will just kind of generally shake out. Whatever people personally feel, it has never been the conceit of even a pure democracy that you, personally, will get everything you want. But, even though this is not at pure democracy, it's not not a democracy, and you can only have one group doing things that a huge minority or even slim but comfortable majority fucking hate for so long.

Which is a long way of saying that the 20th century version of the constitutional government is built on the assumption that there is a broad enough consensus about "the good" that the government can be professionalized and we can take for granted that the professionals will, on balance, do "good."

This consensus no longer exists in even the barest form.

One of the things that people have consistently failed to internalize about Trump as a phenomenon is that all the things people hate are the things people love. That is the appeal.

When you complain about how everything he is doing is wrong, you are telling them that it's working. Every time you point out a hypocrisy or an abuse of power or decency, you are adding fuel to the fire.

As we careen through 2.0, it is important to bear in mind that collectively, this administration is about revenge. It is revenge for the pandemic, it's revenge for 2020, it's revenge for pronouns, etc. Take a brief sampling of the "cry harder" memes. Oh you think the corruption is bad? You think Trump's cronies have conflicts of interest? What about Anthony Fauci? What about the ATF? What about the 2020 election? What about, what about, what about? Cry harder.

Advertising that they are hurting people is advertising that they are doing the right thing and should continue doing it, because hurting people is the point. Complaining about the hurt, complaining about the stress, this tells them the process is working, and has to continue.

Because they want to hurt people who are not on their team.* It is not a byproduct, it is a positive feature. It is the purpose.

And sure, there are a few people who will say, oh, no, this is so dramatic, he is just joking, you are taking it too seriously, relax, relax.

The thing about that is, it's partly true. The media has always been committed to painting everything the administration does in the worst most lurid light possible. And we cannot pretend that the left-of-center, writ large, is innocent. And Trump, on balance, has been probably the funniest politician in American history. We know he has a sense of humor.

But when they tell you he's just joking and you need to relax and it's all an exaggeration, it is important to remember that what they are telling you is to trust him, as they trust him. Trust that he won't do the thing he said he would do, because when he said that, that part was a joke. Trust the scary parts are jokes. Trust that he and his team are doing the right thing. Believe, as they believe.

That is a tall ask.

Now you may ask, well, now what? Honestly, as far as I can tell the answer is nothing, it's too late. Every time anyone has had a chance to pause or walk back they've doubled down. We've played all our cards. Save what you can, and think about the kinds of values you want your children to have and how you will raise them because this generation is set on its trajectory.

*but what do you mean by hurt?

I honestly think this is a huge variable. I think many or even most Republicans for whom this is appealing genuinely think that they do something and there is some bluehaired undertcut she/they who is coping and seething sooo hard and crying about it and then just walks off the stage, having completed the performance of being "owned" in their imagination. That is to say I seriously doubt that they think there are any real world consequences to anything that they do. Cutting off foreign aid, firing millions of government employees, I think these are just fake numbers, all calculated to anger that she/they who they have pictured in their mind.

Generally speaking they regard emotional distress about things they don't value as temper tantrums that exist on a spectrum of amusing to annoying.

That is to say I do think a lot of them honestly think that everything about all this is fundamentally harmless. It's not really hurting anyone in a meaningful way, at least not anyone important.

I don't know how you'd break through that.

Some of them are definitely malevolent, but as always it's hard to know how many or to what degree.

[nobodybetterlookatme]

The love/hate relationship with my coworkers is so real lmao like why are they like this

[bbrabbits]

we are all just sitting here baffled out our mind that somehow our event team has more talent than our main wonderhoys team when the main wonderhoys team has multiple 4*s w increased mastery so it should be the most powerful team we can currently make w that alone??,,,,

also it's attributing it to decor, but the type decors are all at the same lvl (5-6 depending on location with the cute type being a 6 in the 5s group. thats the only outlier) & nearly all the personal decor is maxed out, but that wouldn't make a difference anyway bc it's all the same charas so ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

think that. we will replay pokemon alpha sapphire at somepoint soon. :3

[eideticmemory]

SNAP OUT OF IT | SPENCER REID

Spencer knows he’s just a coworker. He knows he’s just a friend. He knows you’ve got a boyfriend. He just doesn’t really give a fuck!

Word Count: 5.5k

Warning/Includes: Taken!Reader, DownBad!Spencer, a little angst and a little smut.

Dedicated to wifetthew + future mrs stewart (and sidepiece) who inspire me everyday and don’t even realize it.

Spencer vividly remembers the moment he realized he was in love with you. Spencer remembers everything about you but this moment in particular, he recounts in his mind a lot. You had just joined the unit. He could tell you - you'd only been there three months, two weeks, and five days. You were flying across time zones so by the time you landed, it would be six days. Everyone else had fallen asleep or was nearly there. Save for you two. You tried your hand in a round of chess but you're shit at it so you'd taken to a game of cards. Spencer remembers thinking it was the easiest conversation he's ever had in his life. He could talk and talk and talk until he lost his breath and when he was done, you'd do the same until there was no air left in your lungs either. He shuffled the cards between his fingertips, hanging onto your every word, watching the sparkle in your eye as you spoke. He kept firing out subtle agreements between your words like, 'yeah...oh, I know...absolutely,’ not just because it's impossible to disagree with your pretty face but because you’re so smart. You get it. He actually had the thought: she gets it.

Finally, he thought, someone gets it.

And you felt just the same. You said to him, "Thank you for agreeing. No one ever gives a shit about my foreign film analysis."

"I...I give a shit."

You chuckled at the gentleness with which he swore and although his voice was soft, it was genuine. "I appreciate it. My boyfriend's unreasonably against the horror genre as a whole. I think it's his biggest flaw. I like being scared."

Because you were too busy counting up your cards, you couldn’t see the bright smile instantly drop from Spencer's face. He could feel the shift in his muscles, the way his eyes stretched wide. He promptly shifted his gaze down and cleared his throat, “B-boyfriend?"

"Yeah..." you shrugged. Very casual, very nonchalant. "Three years next month."

"Oh, wow," he replied and it sounded kind of snide but you didn't think much of it. “That's nice."

He had realized he was in love with you three years too late.

Spencer could have accepted defeat, yeah. Absolutely. If there's one thing the boy genius can do, it's compartmentalize. This is work. This is [y/n]. This is my coworker. This is our job. This is our jet. These are the cards we've been dealt. The best thing to do would be to play them as they fall. Yet, he keeps himself awake for six hour flights just to hold your undivided attention, to talk about things nobody else cares about. His eyes linger on you as you deliver a profile and he thinks: That's [y / n]. That's her face. That's her voice. That's the sweater that matches her eyes just right and the boots she wears when we travel down south. If there's one thing the boy genius can't do when it comes to you, it's compartmentalize. How could he?

He finds himself standing by the elevator at four in the morning. There is nothing exciting about being called in at four in the morning, save for the prospect of seeing you. The elevator dings and he stands up straight, poses his satchel just perfectly on his hip. He wants to be picture perfect ready. Like a model directly out of a Backup Boyfriend catalog. Although, when you step out, you don't even notice he's there. You storm through the bullpen, your phone held up to your ear and your head ducked down. You sequester yourself in an awkward corner, far enough that you feel secluded but not enough so that Spencer can't see you. He sways in place, an attempt to look casual, his hair tucked behind his ear so he can hear you better. He picks up strained words like, 'please...I don't know...okay...fine...bye!' It all comes to a sudden end, your thumb landing on the screen with such force that it could crack.

You seamlessly join the rest of the team, shoving your phone in your back pocket. Try as you might to shift your focus, the edge hasn't quite left your body so when Spencer asks, "You okay?" You respond with a curt, "Yeah. I'm fine.”

He thinks: That's fine. That's okay. I can take it. On the jet, you bury your nose in a case file and when your phone won't stop vibrating, you silence it completely. Spencer brings you a cup of coffee and you hardly even process it.

"Cream and extra sugar," he pips because he knows that's how you like it.

"Thanks.”

That's it. Spencer waits for more but it never comes. He sits on the opposite side of the jet, watching you pick up your phone, huff, and type, type, type in a rage. He thinks: I cannot take this.

The case is a good distraction. A relief for him to know that even when you are not yourself, you're still brilliant. You just can't help it. There's a moment where he just finishes the geographical profile and you stand at his side, arms crossed as you look it over. Your gasp cuts through the air like a knife and his eyes land on you instantaneously.

"Spencer Reid." You put your hand on his shoulder and oh, he almost drops to his knees. “You're a fucking genius."

You race out of the room and he exhales a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He grips onto his shoulder and his skin is still red hot.

A win is good. You needed a win. You all needed a win. Makes you feel good for something. Makes the flight home much less suffocating than its departure. On top of solving murders in a rush, the mental gymnastics your brain has endured over the week leaves you exhausted. You pull a blanket over your body and snuggle against the solid walls of the jet. You let out this big, heavy sigh just as Spencer sits down across from you.

“Close call today, huh?” he says.

“Yeah,” you nod. You look up at him with these bleary eyes and they’re so beautiful that he doesn’t think he’ll be able to talk.

But he does, “All thanks to you.”

You smile. You want to be bashful, to deny the praise, but you don’t have the energy. “Thanks for the pat on the back.”

“Oh, anytime.”

He watches you take another deep breath, your body lulling into further peace by the second. He hates to disrupt it. “You, uh…” he stutters. “You wanna share what’s been bothering you now?”

You glance over at him from the corner of your eye, “Is it that obvious?”

“Only to a profiler.”

You chuckle. He loves to make you laugh. “It’s nothing,” you shake your head.

“You…you know I’m the profiler, right?”

You sit up, another laugh escaping your throat without much thought. It feels nice. “Yeah. Right.”

“So?”

“I’m just…stressed…” you finally admit, though that part was evident.

“Blackjack?” He sets an array of cards in front of you.

You nod, “I have a stressful job. Hit me.”

He flips another card, “Five. Yeah, you do.”

“And…it’s hard when…when things at home are stressful, too. Makes it worse. Hit me.”

Another card, “Ooh, six. That makes sense.”

“Sometimes, I…I don’t know…I let myself get pulled in too many different directions,” you look over your cards, dangerously close to 21, and you take a leap of faith. “Hit me.”

He turns the final card over and it brings you right to 21. The way it unfolds shocks you, pulls you from your brain fog and you break out in a grin. “21? That’s 21, right?”

“Yeah,” he nods. He bites down on the smile on his lip and it’s a look on him you’ve never seen before. You can’t stop staring at it. “All you, money bags.”

You giggle, “Did you rig that?”

“Me? No,” he shakes his head, casually clearing the pile. “There’s no rigging in blackjack.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. I’ve heard that before.”

“Everything should be that easy for you,” he whispers. There’s a slight change in his tone that even an untrained profiler could pick up. He glances up to meet your gaze, “I’d rig it all for you if I could.”

Now, he thinks because he’s resetting the table that you’re not focused on the subliminal message in his voice. But you notice. You look down at your cards, look back at him, “Hit me.”

When the boyfriend is a concept, an idea trapped inside your phone, a mirage that you only mention in passing conversation, Spencer doesn’t think much of him. Spencer doesn’t think of the motherfucker at all. You clock into work and he’s determined to take the time he can get with you, any way he can, the only way he knows how.

You get back into DC one night and the sun hasn’t even set yet. Emily and JJ invite you out for drinks and it’s with an anxious nod that you accept. So Spencer super graciously accepts. He strides beside you on the walk from the bureau, keeping you tucked in on the safety of the sidewalk because he doesn’t know how to not shield you. From anything. You order a wine and a glass of water. Spencer sits right beside you and orders himself a shirley temple.

You gasp, “Ohhh my god, I should’ve got that.”

“Here,” he slides the glass over to you.

“Oh, no, no. It’s okay.”

“No, take it.”

“I can’t.”

“But I’m offering. I don’t even want it. Maraschino cherries, yuck, gross. You have it.”

You chuckle and shyly grab the drink, sticking a straw in. “Thank you.”

“Mhm,” he nods. And he means that mhm in the way of it’s really no big deal. He’d give you a kidney if he was a match.

He trades you for your water though he doesn’t pay much attention to it. He watches you fall into loud conversation with the other ladies, yours being the only laugh to match Penelope’s in pitch.

You lean into him, cackling, “She’s insane. Oh my god, she’s ridiculous.”

His skin buzzes where your shoulders make contact and his face is bright red from how wide he smiles at you. “Oh, yeah. I could’ve told you that.”

Spencer’s absolutely obsessed with the joy in your eyes, the way you nearly choke on your second shirley temple. The way you’re so close to him. He cannot look away. So when your smile suddenly drops and that joy’s promptly replaced with anxiety, he’s the first to notice.

“Hey,” you whisper to the figure behind him. He turns around and looks the man up and down. “You’re early.”

The Boyfriend shrugs, “Sorry. Hi, everyone.”

He’s not at all like Spencer imagined him. He’s taller. Not as much of a little bitch.

You rise from your seat and wrap your hand around Boyfriend’s bicep. “Uh, this is just some of the team. That’s Emily, Penelope, JJ and, uh, Spencer. This is my boyfriend.”

They all dole out polite waves and smiles. Except for Spencer. He stands up tall and ha, just as he thought, they’re the same height. He gives Boyfriend a stern handshake. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too. Spencer? Heard a lot about you.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Haven’t heard that much about you.”

The ladies exchange confused glances and you exhale a quick breath to cut the tension.

“Well, we’ve been together a while. Too much there to sum up in words, I’m sure.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Spencer nods and here is another smile you’ve never seen on his face before. It’s not genuine. That, you know.

“You ready to go?” Boyfriend asks and you nod.

“Mhm. Bye, you guys!” you wave, falling into the grip of the possessive hand around your waist.

Emily glares at Spencer as he lowers back onto his stool, his eyes not leaving the door even when you’re long out of sight. “You done swinging that thing around?” she mutters.

“Hm?” he hums. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Mhm.”

As Boyfriend opens the car door for you, he can’t help but comment, “So that’s Spencer, huh?”

“Yeah?” you buckle yourself in and it’s an anxious few seconds before he’s buckled in beside you.

“Well, it makes sense now.”

“What?”

“The little toothpick’s in love with you.”

Spencer doesn’t think it’s a coincidence that the time you spend on your phone at work becomes more frequent after that. That you come in looking drained and pale even at ten o’clock in the morning. That, carefully, you distance yourself from him. It’s not a coincidence. It just hurts.

As he reads over a case file, he builds a tower of cards. You can’t help but admire the way his brain splits in two, one side reading and the other stacking each piece just right. It’s cool. You think it’s cool, but there’s not a kind bone in your body today and you snip, “Got nothing better to do?” as you sit across from him. “People are dying.”

“People are always dying. Kind of how we get a paycheck.”

“Mm. How altruistic of you.”

“I’m just passing the time,” he continues to stack. He’s very near the top of the pyramid. “People do all sorts of things to pass time.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, you know. They spend hours, days, weeks, years…building something. And you know, you would think that would ensure some type of stability or longevity or…anything, right?”

“I guess.”

“But sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes no matter how much time passes or…how much effort you put in,” he places the final two cards on top. “It’s just not meant to last.”

And with a tiny flick of his finger, the whole pyramid comes tumbling down. You can’t help but watch the picturesque scene, the way they float down onto the table in a big mess.

Spencer doesn’t think there’s a chance in hell that you don’t know what he’s talking about. You’re smart. You get it.

You don’t acknowledge it, though.

That night, you can’t sleep. For some reason, you’ve got this idea in your head that if you force your eyes open for a few hours longer, you can make yourself useful on a case that, so far, has no end in sight. The hotel accommodating the team is a nice one. There’s a library on the first floor that they leave open 24/7, perfect for a profiler on the hunt. You flip through the files in the near pitch black, curled up in a chair beside the tiniest lamp in the world. Despite your eye for detail, you don’t even notice when Spencer walks in. Not until he clears his throat.

You look up at him, startled, until you see his face, “Oh,” not the reaction he was hoping for. “Should’ve known you’d find me here.”

“I like to think I’d find you anywhere,” he shrugs. He sits down in the chair beside you and looks over your shoulder. You can smell him from just a foot away but it doesn't affect you. It can’t affect you. “Any luck?”

“No. Care to help?”

“Not at all.”

“Oh, great.”

“[y/n], it’s late. Nothing you can do without brain power.”

“I just hate…” you start, the exclamation coming out before you can hold yourself back. Spencer watches you intently, hanging onto your voice. “T-the detergent they use on the linens. Gives me a headache.”

He sighs, “Yeah. Me too. I swiped some extra pillow mints. Want one?”

“Mhm,” you hold your hand out and unwrap the candy instantly. It helps your anxiety.

Enough so that you open up just a bit more, you tell Spencer about the headache that’s been bashing against your skull all day. “But maybe I’ve just had too much coffee.”

“Or not enough.”

You laugh, “Yeah, no, that must be it.”

Your phone pings in your lap and you check the message very quickly, the small smile that once sat on your lips dissipating in thin air. Just when he wrangled a laugh out of you, Spencer thinks. Of course. He watches your entire mood change in the blink of an eye and he fucking hates it.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Yeah…tired. Should probably head to bed.”

“But the detergent?”

You chuckle, “I’ll survive.”

On the elevator ride up to your floor, you rest your back against the wall, Spencer perched right beside you. You keep your eyes closed, your hands gripping the bar for balance. The motion doesn’t help your headache. You gulp, clear your throat, and when you open your eyes, Spencer is staring at you. Shamelessly. You furrow your eyebrows at him, tracking his eyes as they focus in on your mouth.

“Are you looking at my lips?”

He nods, “Mhm.”

“Can you read them?”

“Mhm.”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“Oh,” that snaps him out of his trance and he stands up straight, shaking his head. The elevator dings and he walks off, exasperated, exhausted, exclaiming, “[y/n], who cares?”

Your jaw drops in shock and by the time you step out to follow him, he’s already marched into his room. You scoff as you burst into your own suite. You crash in bed and you lay there tossing and turning for what feels like hours. In reality, it’s only thirty minutes but it’s long enough. Long enough for this unbridle, illogical rage to build within you. Long enough for your mind to fill with thoughts like: who the fuck does he think he is? What the fuck does he know? Oh, I’ll tell him what he doesn’t know. And you hop out of bed. You storm down the hall in your slippers, knocking on Spencer’s door like, ironically, the feds.

Lucky for you, he was nowhere near asleep yet. He swings the door open and he opens his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

“Listen, Einstein.”

“I’m listening.”

“Just…just because you don't get it doesn’t mean you have the right to shit on my relationship.”

“Who was shitting on your relationship?”

“Stop it.”

“Fine, I was shitting on your relationship.”

“And that’s not fair.”

“But you’re…” and he enunciates this next word very clearly. “Not happy.”

“Don’t tell me what I am. You don’t know anything. You don’t know me or my life. You don’t get to cast judgement.”

“Oh, okay. Okay. Well, then, I’m so happy for you, [y/n]. I am.”

You’ve said all you need to say and you have no interest in hearing any more. You turn around and march away but he persists, “Hey, I really am. I’ll be the first one to buy something off your wedding registry!”

There are no more card games on the jet for a while.

And that sucks, but you’re trying to prove a point here. Spencer knows nothing. Maybe no one’s ever told him that before and maybe that’s why it stings. Maybe that’s why he can hardly look you in the eye, but you’re trying to prove a point here.

You’ve drawn a boundary that should’ve been drawn long ago. Not even because you wanted to but out of spite. Spite can carry you a long way. It has before. The nature of your work makes it easy to clock in and think of nothing else. Focus on nothing other than getting the job done. It’s the moments in between that are hard.

Like tonight, as you’re typing up case notes at your desk. It’s too quiet. It leaves too much room for opportunity. Taking full advantage, Spencer sets a small gift bag in front of you. You tilt your head as you look up at him, your face etched with inhibition.

“I…” he stutters. “I got it a while ago. Thought it’d be a nice birthday present and I won’t see you tomorrow, so…”

You give him a small smile. The ice doesn’t just thaw, it melts. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. Happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” you dive into the bag, pulling out the hardcover book and holding it flat between your palms. You release a small gust of air from your nose. You touch the textured font of the lettering along the cover. “Oh, Spencer.”

He has to act like the tone in your voice doesn’t have the biggest effect on him. Hearing his name in such a gentle whisper. He just shrugs, “I recognized the limited edition cover while I was in this library near the art museum. It’s a nice library, you’d like it.”

“I love it,” you breathe before you can censor it. “The book. I love the book. It’s wonderful. Thank you.”

“I’m glad.”

There’s so much more to be said. The weight of it all vibrates behind your teeth and you grind them together as you gaze at Spencer. He can see your mouth aching to open but he knows it won’t.

“Well…happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“I hope it’s a great one.”

“Thank you.”

And you watch him disappear. You feel your heart sink to the barrel of your stomach, like all the words you’re destined to scream out to him are making you sick.

This nausea lasts well into your birthday. No matter the sheer amount of fuss. No matter the amount of texts or calls or gifts that arrive at your door. You’re sick. Even when you put on your fanciest dress for dinner, you curl up in your office with your new book, finally and for no reason, gathering the courage to open its pages and read the quote recounted on the first page.

“And here you come

with a shield for a heart

and a sword for a tongue”

Happy Birthday, [y/n]

Spencer

You slam the book shut and trap it in the drawer of your desk. You’re sick.

You still eat at your birthday dinner. The love and affection reserved for a day like today helps settle your stomach. You think: I am [y/n]. It’s my birthday. These are my gifts. They are from people who love me. This is my boyfriend. This is my birthday cake. It works, it’s working.

Then he pulls out that fucking ring.

The angle at which he kneels in front of you catches the light just right and the diamond blinds you in the eye. Your mind, along with the entire room, falls silent. For the first time in what feels like a lifetime - silence. When his voice cuts through the thick air, you can see his lips moving, you can hear the vibrations going wah wah wah wah wah. But nothing is as loud as the sound of your own breathing, heavy and rapid. Your hands are over your heart but just to keep it from forcing its way out of your chest. You’re sick.

You’re sick.

Spencer had just gotten in bed. He made it the entire day without allowing himself to call you and now he figures he can force himself to sleep. That is until there’s a booming knock at his door. Now he’s wired. He springs into action like it’s not a potential threat and he throws his body against the door to glance out the peephole.

When he opens it, you are still out of breath. Your chest is heaving and you wheeze with every exhale. His eyes travel down your body, the pretty dress and your beaten and bare feet, the heels dangling from your fingers. The look in your eyes is a mystery to him. It’s laced with exasperation and desperation and he furrows his brows trying to figure it all out. Nonetheless, when he sees you moving towards him, he wraps his arms tight around your waist, opens his mouth and gasps as you kiss him.

He’s quick to close the door behind you, stumbling when you drop your shoes to the ground, but only for a moment. No time for stumbling here. He moans at the sudden grip you take of his hair and his body pushes into yours even more, directing you to his bedroom with just the pressure of his chest.

Never expecting this to happen, let alone tonight, Spencer is quick to swipe away all the books that have piled up on his bed. He promptly takes their place and grabs your waist to pull you back into the kiss. You have to hike your dress up your thighs to properly straddle him but once you, he swears he can feel the warmth all the way to his toes.

Your eyes roll back as he licks all over your neck, attacking your chest with sloppy kisses and sudden bites. You feel his erection raise between your legs and the pressure of it has you moaning directly in his ear. The vibration scratches just the right spot in his brain and he bunches your dress up in his hands, the veins along his arm straining through his skin.

You huff, pull back to look at his face, his eyes hooded and hungry. “What…” you pant. “What am I doing?”

Caught off guard, Spencer can’t do much but blink. And shrug. “What…are you doing?”

You stumble over your words, if that’s what you could even call them. It’s more a collection of whines and one short whimper before you simply carry on. Grab his face, catch his mouth and let it go. Perfect for Spencer, because he didn’t really need an answer.

He follows your lead as you undo the tie on his sweatpants. He pushes and you pull until his throbbing cock is free. You don’t mean to gasp, but you do. It just all feels so unreal, like a dream, like a fantasy. Except it’s not, it’s tangible. You can feel it. You can touch him - and you do. You wrap your hand around him and shudder as he grips onto your forearms. His teeth are clenched tight so it makes it harder for him to kiss you, harder for him to breathe but he keeps you locked in place. If he could talk, he’d beg please don't stop, please. Please, please, please.

And it’s like you can read his mind. Through the ferocity with which he pushes his face into yours, the way his hips buck underneath you, you get it. You’ll give it to him. You pull your panties to the side and just the tip pressing against you sends a visual jolt through your body.

“Yeah?” You whisper. More like - right? This is right? Right?

Almost immediately, Spencer grunts, “Yes. Yes. Yeah,” he could say it in a million other languages if it would get the point across but english is good enough. You lower yourself down on him and thoughtless, he yelps, “Yes!” as he falls back on the bed.

Even though he’s transcended his own body, Spencer keeps his eyes locked on you. His gaze follows your jaw as it drops wide open and both of your moans fall in sync as you start to roll your hips. Spencer’s hand clamps down on your thigh, the other reaching up to touch your face. The tender contact makes your vision blurry but you can still see the way he’s looking at you.

He touches your hair and your jaw and takes a soft sweep over your cheekbone. His thumb runs over your bottom lip. He can feel your breath coming out hot and quiet each time you land on him, the rhythm of your body taking the air out of both of you.

Is this really happening? he thinks. This can’t be happening. But you increase your speed, lower your inhibition, send a shock of pleasure through him so good that he has no choice but to believe it’s real. You catch his thumb between your lips and he grunts, whines out for you, “[y/n]…”

“Mm, yes?” you lay your body flat against his, your hands intertwining with his amongst the bedsheets and he clenches his fist tight, tight, tight, tight. It’s all so much. Stimulation coming from everywhere at once. From your chest rubbing against his, from your pussy tightening around him like you’re nearly swallowing him whole. From the messy kiss your lips tangle in and the ever increasing volume from you both.

Spencer bends his knees behind you, supporting your body when your movements become rushed and uncontrollable. With your hand pressed to his chest and your head thrown back, he’s emboldened enough to grope your breasts, losely place his hands around your throat.

“Oh…” you whimper. “G-god…” and Spencer hangs onto the broken sound of your voice, enamored by the way your eyes cross over one another. He feels like he’s not doing much, like his body is still in shock and most focused on keeping himself grounded. As you crash down on him, he bends underneath the pressure, overwhelmed as each bounce grows more deliberate than the last. Each collision accompanied by a throaty, “Mm…mm…hmm.” Until your thighs come to a grinding halt and latch onto him, the orgasm radiating from your belly to your chest and directly to your head. He responds to your boisterous moan with a breathless gasp, catching you in his arms when you land on his chest.

He peppers your shoulder with tiny kisses, licking his way to your neck, biting your throat because he absolutely has to. Your hips continue in this mindless rhythm, draining every last twitch from your body as he whispers, “[y/n]…”

“Hm?”

“[y/n]…I, mm,” you catch his voice in your mouth, pushing your tongue between his lips. You attack his neck. You push his shirt up his torso just to move down his body and kiss his stomach.

“[y/n]…ah!” and though you love the sound of your name on his lips, you love to hear him scream even more and after you suck his cock into your mouth, he can’t stop screaming. Mouth open, body trembling, ear ringing moans. He reaches down to keep your hair out of your face and his hips jolt a bit rougher than he means to. He wants to look at you but his body is too taut. He wants to hold you in the palm of his hand, to call out your name one last time to make sure this is real. But he shoots into your mouth, his legs flailing around your frame, and all he can do, still, is scream.

You hum. You swallow. You slide off of him with a sharp pop. You crawl off of his body and drop as soon as your head hits the pillow. Spencer’s hand keep track of you, grazing your thigh, sad to feel you leave, begging to keep you close. Even as he struggles to breath, he balls up the edge of your dress in his fist. You lean back against the headboard, looking up at his ceiling fan, your body finally exerting all its energy and unable to move any further. The room has settled into nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and catharsis.

Spencer looks up at you and when you make eye contact with him, there are so many more complicated thoughts you could have. But the only thing that swims in your mind is the slow bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. You rest your knuckles on his cheekbone and he promptly grabs your wrist, peppers soft kisses all over your hand.

You owe him something. He has every right to ask. As he opens his mouth, you’re prepared to tell the truth. You will give him nothing but the truth.

“Did you see they’re adapting another Stephen King novel into a movie?”

You exhale a small laugh. Partially because you weren’t expecting it and partially because you had been dying to talk to him about it. “Yes. And I think it’s stupid.”

“Me too! I mean, the premise is promising, I think it can be done, but it’s the…”

“Supernatural element.”

“Yeah!”

“It’s hard to pull off. Major chances of it turning out cheesy and robotic.”

“Yes! Thank you! I’m still going to see it.”

“Oh, me too,” you laugh and his laughter blends in just perfectly.

It can wait. There’s a lot to catch up on. A lot of questions to ask and answer but for now, it’s easy. This, Spencer thinks. This is it. This is actually the easiest conversation he’s ever had in his life. And he’s not gonna fuck it up now.

Author’s note:

Ahh 😝 thanks for reading!!! Like, reblog, comment, all the things!! Just wanted an excuse to post this meme. Stay safe out here 😚

[blacktabbygames]

Slay the Princess Concept Art

We shared a bunch of concept art on Twitter today. Sharing it here, too, where you can find it all in one post. Post contains spoilers, so proceed with caution (or just play the game already if you haven't 😉)

Going to start with the first piece of concept art Abby drew for the game.

In the earliest stages of development, we toyed around with the concept of there being multiple "end game" forms of the Princess.

The initial outline, rather than being tied together by an overarching metanarrative, structured a full playthrough as a 5-6 chapter long, self-contained journey down a single route, determined by your decisions in chapter 1. Here's an alternative late-game form:

The idea of deviating end-game forms didn't lost for very long, though. As we explored the game's themes more deeply, it made the most sense for there to be a singular "true" form.

If your reality is shaped by subjectivity and perception, then the "truth" has to be what's left when that subjectivity is swept away. the Shifting Mound's final design feels like that initial truth for the Princess, though there's also another truth if you push back against her and press on into the final cabin.

We really liked this "void" design, and I played around with the idea of it being an intermediary to the final form. The "void" Princess would be what you saw upon encountering the final Princess without understanding your own truth, but once you had that understanding, you would see her as the Shifting Mound, as depicted in the game.

That gave way to the intermediary design of the SM being a sea of disembodied limbs, and we also took parts of both designs and incorporated them into the protagonist (particularly the wings.) You can see the eyes and feathers for this void form in the ending card of the original trailer below:

You can see extremely early concept art for the spectre (top), nightmare (top-right), stranger (left), beast (bottom) and ??? (right) as well!

The eyes became a motif in the Nightmare route (Paranoid's manifestation of the fear of being watched), but I also like to think of them as a part of The Long Quiet's truth. You are space and emptiness, but you're also that which observes those things, and it's your perceptions that give the Shifting Mound shape.

Anyways, on the note of the original original concepts for the game, the Princess was initially going to remain human for several loops before taking on more monstrous forms. Some concepts of that are below. Had to get Abby to tone down some of the more horrifically cartoonish designs because they creeped me out and I didn't want to romance them in a video game.

We had to hold our cards close to our chest in the non-metanarrative early drafts, which is part of why, even in the first demo, the cabin doesn't really change much in chapter 2. More room to subtly play with the concept of transformation over time.

There were a lot of reasons we moved in a different direction for the full release. The branching was unmanageably large to write, and the game felt like a slog to write.

Using an overarching narrative as a framing mechanism in the final version gave us a lot more freedom to explore wildly divergent ideas within routes while still driving the player towards the originally planned finale.

Anyways, now we've got some concept art for individual princesses. There's a lot more than this lying around somewhere, but it's all in sketchbooks, and we'll probably wait until we make an art book to show it off.

First is the tower, who really didn't change much at all. (She got a little thicker, I guess. All of the Princesses did)

Not a lot to say about her, other than the fact that we knew we wanted a set piece where she gets so big that the trees and cabin orbit around her.

The stranger went through many many redesigns over the course of development. Here, she was a "princess skin" filled with a hive of sentient bugs. The script wasn't working for me, though, so instead she became a peak behind the curtains without the necessary context to know her.

A lot of people ask how these earlier drafts of the Stranger route would have played out, and the answer is I can't tell you, because I couldn't figure out something worth writing.

The writing process for individual routes didn't really start with outlines or plot beats. Rather, the routes started from a theme and a relationship dynamic, and I organically found their outcomes by exploring actions within those themes, and then seeing if those passed Abby's editor brain.

Neither of us found actions we wanted to explore with those versions of the Stranger, at least actions that weren't a beat-by-beat retelling of chapter 1, which contained way too much variation to put on a single chapter 2 route.

If each princess examines a relationship formed by perception and first impressions, the Stranger examines one that's fundamentally unknowable. One where you've seen too much, too quickly.

An insect hive-mind pretending to be a person seemed like a good starting point, but it was too difficult to write any interactions that didn't immediately feel knowable, if still strange. So the final version of the Stranger was designed in such a way where her unknowability makes interacting with her on a human level fundamentally impossible, and you don't get to have a real conversation with her unless you satisfy extremely specific criteria.

Anyways next up is the razor's final form. We decided she needed more swords.

Hearts became an accidental motif very quickly in the development process, too. (The fact that it is only strikes to the heart that fell her in the demo was accidental, but it felt poetic so we extended it to the rest of the game.)

So on top of adding more swords, we made her heart visible. This is something we did with the fury as well, as a way of showing their emotional (and physical) vulnerability.

Here's an early version of the Adversary and what would eventually become the Eye of the Needle, back when she was still called the Fury. Originally her hair was going to be fire (as seen on the right), but it didn't feel right in its execution.

She's hit the gym since this concept art. Good for her :)

And we're going to end with the Beast, who at this point was called the Adversary. I think this was before the Witch was added? The Beast was originally designed to be a Questing Beast who lurked in the shadows, where you'd only see glimpses of her, and where each glimpse would make her appear to be a different animal. This was too difficult to execute, though we gave her a more chimera-like appearance in the final game.

This design was from when we still has the Voice of the Obsessed, and the route was going to be a more feral mirror of what eventually became the Adversary, but it felt too thematically similar while being less interesting, so we moved in the direction of making the Beast about consumption as a form of love.

Anyways, that's all we've got for you right now. Hope this was fun!

[secretsofafangirll]

video star

summary: the time when Olivia appeared in a blind, deaf, mute baking video with the triplets and Matt couldn't keep his hands to himself.

warnings: touchiness in front of people/on camera, suggestive language, suggestive content, use of pet names.

a/n: the song doesn't have any significance, it just plays in o.c.'s headphones.

"Hey guys, welcome back to another Wednesday video," Nick blurted at the camera posed several feet in front of them, "Today we're doing another Deaf, Blind, Mute Baking Challenge."

"However," Chris butted in, sticking a mocking finger in the air, "We have a special guest for today's video," He drawled out and looked off to the side where I was standing. Matt was still leaning back against the counter and smiled at me.

"Come on out, sweetheart." Matt beckoned me over with a flick of his fingers and a nod of his head. I jumped into frame and smiled at the camera.

"Hi guys!" I waved enthusiastically and placed my hands on the counter in front of me.

"For those of you who don't know, Olivia is our best friend in the whole world and Matt's girlfriend. If you didn't know that, you've obviously never watched a video because she's in all of our vlogs and we never shut up about her." Nick summed up the basics for the viewers at home.

I've been friends with the triplets since my freshman year of high school. Chris and I instantly clicked one day in Math when our more extroverted personalities found their ways to one another. He introduced me to his two triplet brothers at lunch that same day, and the rest was history. We became inseparable and spent every second of every day together since. Things became interesting with Matt and me as we got older and grew into ourselves but we officially started dating after we graduated high school. We were always scared to announce our relationship to his fans because they can be volatile to their female friends, but once we did and they accepted that we loved each other, we've been so open and comfortable expressing that love physically on camera.

"So, how this is gonna work is..we're gonna draw out of a hat and three people are gonna be either blind, deaf, or mute and one person won't be able to use their hands. Let's hope that person isn't Olivia, because she's the only one of us that really can bake, like at all," Chris addressed the room and the camera.

"Dude, if I get fucking handcuffed, this is gonna be awful," I raised my brows and turned to Chris.

"Have a little faith, kid," Chris bumped my hip with his. I heard the car keys rattle on Matt's belt loop as he pressed himself away from the counter and came up behind me to wrap his arms around my neck. My hands subconsciously reached up to grip his muscular forearms.

"Alright, well, let's get the fuck on with it," Matt spoke.

"Okay, relax. We've been rolling for two fucking minutes." Nick stuck an accusatory hand up at Matt.

Nick reached around the counter for the hat and we all drew a card.

"Matt, you say yours first," Nick assigned.

"Mute," Matt chuckled, "Too easy."

"Deaf," I read aloud, "Yay! I just get to listen to music." I ran over to the couch and grabbed my headphones, working to connect them to my phone and find a playlist.

"Noo!," Chris whined, "Handcuffed."

"Loser", Nick teased.

"Which means that I am blind." Nick concluded, "Olivia wanted to bake something from scratch but that's a bit too hard for us, so we just got boxed brownies with, like, an extra cookie thing that we have to do too."

As Nick started to read off the contents of the box, I placed the headphones over my ears and pressed "shuffle" on Spotify. The first song to grace my ears was "B.Y.O.B" by System of a Down. A loud, scream-y nu-metal jam to deafen my sensitive ears. If I listened to anything too quiet, I'd be able to hear them. I watched as Matt tied the blindfold onto Nick and then Chris tied the bandana onto Matt. Matt then locked the handcuffs onto Chris' wrists behind his back.

I watched as the three of them tried to talk to each other, myself trying to read their lips and body language. I knew Matt well enough to know he was frustrated and Chris well enough to know he was giving Nick directions.

Quickly, when they started to struggle too much, they called me over. However, my eyes were closed as I mouthed the words to the song and I couldn't hear them.

"Everybody's going to the party have a real good time," I sang with Serj and wagged my finger to the Ooh.

What made me open my eyes was Matt pushing a hand against my lower back to guide me to the counter. The sudden jolt and touch startled me and I lurched forward, almost falling into the hard counter top face first. Matt's hand quickly shot and gripped my waist, pulling me back into him.

"Oh my God!" I yelped, my hands shooting out in front of myself to stop me before he did. He spun me around in his hands and I placed my extended hands on his chest, "Thank you!" I yelled, unaware of my volume. He just pressed a finger to my lips to tell me to be quieter. I whispered a faint apology in return.

I looked over to Chris who was probably spewing some bullshit at us about how cheesy we are, seeing as how his left cheek flexed up slightly in annoyance. Matt ushered me over to the counter where they handed me the box to try and fix what they already messed up. I took one look at the batter and knew they added too much oil.

"Okay," I started, "I think you guys just put too much oil, but it's not hard to fix. I just need a dehydrator like flour or cornstarch to dry out the oil." I turned around to grab the flour from the cabinets that I stock for them, because if I didn't they'd either starve or waste all of their money on eating out.

Due to my shorter stature, I had to stand on my tip toes and stretch the life out of my arms to reach the flour. Matt came up behind me and placed a hand on my side to tell me to relax and he reached up and grabbed it for me. I thanked him before turning around and continuing to mix the brownies, Matt's front just brushed my back the whole time as he watched over my shoulder, his hand resting gently on my hip.

Once I was done with the brownies, I needed to grab a bowl for the cookie part. I wasn't planning on making it, since it's supposed to be a challenge, but I still grabbed the equipment needed. I bent down in front of Matt to grab a smaller bowl from the cabinet below the island. When I leaned over, I didn't realize two things; one, how close I was to Matt and what he wouldn't be able to resist doing when he noticed the position we were in, two, how it would look on camera.

Both of Matt's hands found my hips when I unexpectedly stuck my ass into the air right in front of his dick and he subconsciously pressed himself a tiny bit further into me. Soon, his hand left my hip and it braced itself on the counter above my head so that I wouldn't hit the counter when I got back up.

"Okay, so you guys need to do this, because this is supposed to be your guys' challenge." I started clearly over the sound of Evanescence’s "Going Under”. I sang the words under my breath as I turned away to let them do what they needed to do. I hopped up onto the counter behind them and enjoyed my music as I watched them yell at each other.

At least I thought they were yelling at each other...

Turns out they were yelling at me to preheat the oven that I was sitting next to. I watched as Matt stepped closer to me. He placed his hands on my thighs and nodded to the oven dials. I quickly understood and turned the dial to 350 degrees. Matt's eyes darted all across my face and down my body that was only clothed in shorts and a tank top due to the intense Los Angeles heat. I knew exactly what look he was giving me and it was killing him that he couldn't kiss me.

"Later," I mouthed to him and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. He dropped his head to my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulder to squeeze him into me.

Soon after, the brownies had made it out of the oven safely and we were all stripped of our sense-depriving shackles. I was kind of disappointed to be done with the music, but I missed hearing my favorite boys talk.

"Okay, the brownies are done and they look fine," Nick began to the camera, "But we did fuck them up a little bit, so hopefully Olivia's fix was okay."

"Bro, she's literally a professional chef at this point, I'm sure they're still gonna be great," Chris said matter-of-factly. Nick began to cut the brownies, which they should've baked on parchment paper, and got a piece for all of us. He slid it in front of me and we all tried a bite. They still tasted great and they looked like boxes.

"Obviously, if it were up to me, we wouldn't have boxed anything, but for a boxed brownie mix," Matt came up and hugged me from behind and my hands fell to his that wrapped around me, "I would give this is a solid 8 out of 10." I said giving a thumbs up with the camera.

When they had all given their notes and feedback, they said goodbye to the camera and turned it off.

"You guys need to practice a little something called self-control, you horny fucks," Said Nick as he shook his head and took down the filming equipment. 

"Shut the fuck up, Nick," Matt spat as he pulled me closer, "Hi, my girl. D'you have fun?" He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I pulled back slightly and leaned up to kiss his lips, "Mhm. I always have fun filming with you guys." I smiled up at his stunning face.

"What'd you listen to?" He asked, pulling away from the hug to reach over and grab a cup from the cabinet, but keeping a hand on my waist. I turned to watch him as he got what he needed.

"I listened to System of a Down and Evanescence. I wish that, like, Nirvana or something came on though." I sighed and looked down for a moment before focusing my attention back on him.

"S'nice. I need to branch out, broaden my musical horizons," He said as he filled his cup with water from the fridge.

"And your kitchen horizons, because, my God, you guys suck at baking." I teased exasperatedely.

"Hey, watch yourself," He tutted, "They suck at baking, I, on the other hand, can whip up a good dessert."

"Alright, mister, I bought already-been-smoked salmon and tried to cook it anyway, Sturniolo." I accused, rolling my eyes jokingly.

"Oh, yeah? You want to play it that way?" He smiled smugly and slowly stepped toward me, setting his water down on the kitchen island.

I backed away in response and put my hands up in defense, "I'm not playing anything. M'just sayin' it how it is. S'not my fault your egos too big."

"You little-," He cut himself off and reached for me. A high-pitched yelp escaped my mouth as I dodged his hand and I backed away from him before running to his bedroom. I might be more agile than him, but his legs are much longer than mine. He caught up to me as I was trying to slam his door shut, and he stopped the door before I could close it. He swooped in quickly, picked me up, and tossed me onto the bed, kicking the door shut somewhere in between.

"Matt!" I giggled, as I sat up, bracing my hands behind me. He crawled onto the bed in front of me and shoved my chest back down.

"Those brownies might have been good," He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss right below my ear, "But I know you're gonna taste even better," He whispered into my ear and began to trail a path of open-mouthed kisses down my neck...

//

author's note: alright...how'd we like it? I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it, but I wanted to put something out. I liked the concept but I'm unsure of how it turned out. let me know what you guys think.

all the love, she <3

[archangeldyke-all]

oh nooo another Sevika prompt!

Sevika and Reader are hanging out at The Last Drop and Sevika cannoooooot keep her hands to herself. She takes every opportunity to grab Reader's ass and hugs her close when Reader sits on her lap during card games. She is being VERY handsy until Reader whispers "uhm hello? is something wrong? can I help you? do you want something?"

And Sevika is like [:

Which, in Sevika, only means "I'll behave if I can fuck you in the closet/bathroom/my office"

please the [: emoji made me scream because i immediately pictured this smirk of hers:

men and minors dni

ran's been a friend of yours since you were a kid, and now that they're working with silco they're sevika's favorite goon. the three of you go out for drinks together sometimes, just to laugh and gossip and relax for a bit.

tonight's one of those nights. you and sevika have been hanging out at the last drop for a while now, helping theriam flip chairs and prepare for opening, waiting for ran to get back from whatever adventure silco's sent them on today.

sevika's always a little more handsy than she probably should be in public, but tonight she's on a whole other level.

while you were helping theriam polish glasses-- sevika's arms slung around your waist and her chin hooked over your shoulder-- each time the bartender would turn away, she'd take the opportunity to start grinding against your ass, moaning in your ear.

as the two of you played a round of double solitare, sevika's boot snuck up your leg and started pressing against your cunt.

you went to the bathroom and sevika trailed after you, trying to push into the stall with you, a predatory glint in her eye and a giant pout on her lips when you told her to scram.

"fu-- what has gotten into you tonight!?" you squeak as sevika starts nibbling on your earlobe. you're on her lap now, thinking that maybe letting her hold you will help her control herself. you were clearly wrong. you're lucky nobody's at the bar yet. while you're used to her smacking your ass and making out with you in public, this is a lot. especially with her hand cupping your cunt.

sevika giggles mischievously and you smile at the sound. "maybe you, if i'm lucky." she mumbles against your throat. you snort.

"ran's gonna be here any sec-- se-vika!" you squawk as she sneaks a hand up your shirt and starts groping your tits.

"ran can wait a few minutes if they show up 'n we're busy. we've been waitin' hours for them."

with her lips on your throat and her hands pinching your nipples, sevika's making an awful lot of sense right now. still, though.

"s-sev. just wait til we get home baby-- we can lay out in the bed and take our time."

"mmm... yeah... or i could take you up to my office and bend you over my desk real quick. make you cum three or four times, get you back down here within twenty minutes."

you cackle, turning around in her arms to face her. sevika's wearing the cutest little smirk in the world, and well... you can't say no to her now. "you are fucking ridiculous." you say. sevika's smile only grows. "and you've got a lot of ambition with those numbers."

"that's not a no." sevika points out.

you just roll your eyes and lean forward, smooching her nose. "you've got ten minutes." you say.

sevika scrambles out of the booth so fast she topples the table, carrying you in a bridal hold, not letting you down no matter how much you squirm and scream. "sorry T, i'll fix the table in a sec!" she calls over her shoulder as she sprints up the stairs.

you have to muffle your cackle against her throat.

sevika bursts through her office door, her frantic energy disappearing for a moment as she gently sets you down on her desk, kissing you sweetly and carefully clearing her desk of anything that'll poke you. then, the excited, giddy look in her eye returns, she gives you a sloppy kiss, and runs to slam the door.

you just giggle, quickly stripping out of your clothes, watching sevika fling her own clothes around her office as she stumbles back toward her desk.

when she's back between your legs, you pull her in for a kiss. she sighs against your lips and you groan, sinking your fingers in her hair, making her shiver.

neither of you are naked yet, but that doesn't stop sevika's hips from grinding against your cunt. you twine your legs around her, whimpering in her mouth.

"fuck, i've been thinkin' about you all day." sevika mutters.

you giggle a bit. "i can tell."

"i could cum from fuckin' you just like this." she grunts. each time she pulls back, you can see a wet spot from your soaked underwear growing on her light blue boxers. it makes you crazy.

"m-me too." you admit. sevika grins and shoves your shirt and bra up under your armpits, pinning you to her desk and diving forward to start sucking on your tits.

you tangle one of your hands in her hair, the other sneaking under her unbuttoned shirt to scratch down her back. sevika groans loud and long when you do, and her movements against you get sporadic and sloppy.

"janna, i love you." she sighs. "i can't-- i just-- you're all i think about. obsessed with you."

"i know baby." you say, kissing sevika's head. "fuck you feel so good. you're so fuckin' cute, sev."

"a-are you close?" she whimpers. you giggle.

"are you?"

"fuck-- yes-- but i wanna make you cum first." she whines. you laugh, but when sevika shoots back up from your tits to shove her tongue down your throat, all you can do is moan and fall apart underneath her.

you shiver as you cum, and sevika hums against your lips, satisfied. you pull away with a gasp, and then give her hair a harsh tug, and sevika lets out a sweet whimper as cums. "y-you fucking soaked me, baby." she moans, awed.

her words make you groan. sevika ducks down to kiss you again, one of her hands shakily patting around her desk for something.

she manages to find the clock, pulling it up to her face and giggling before showing it to you. "we still got four minutes." she says. you cackle.

"yeah, four minutes for my legs to stop shaking before i have to walk back down those stairs."

"don't be stupid, i'll carry you."

you just burst into laughter, and pull sevika down for another kiss.

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[reshinless]

Kinich x fem! Reader childhood friends to lovers please? Some backstory of Kinich's childhood and reader being the only one who can give him great comfort

back when we were younger - grentperez ,, childhood lovers w/ kinich. purely fluff/romance.

when you both were younger, it'd often be just the two of you after the other kids went to their parents, or at least elsewhere. so you'd ask him things others usually wouldn't.

"hey, you!" your small figure suddenly showed up in the corner of his eye, he turned his head. "wanna play with me?" you took a seat beside him on the grass, the sun seemed like it was about to set, you both didn't have too much time left but... no harm in playing he supposed.

as you explained your little card game to him, you were honestly super proud, it was a game somewhat similar to the TCG you see nowadays in teyvat.

as much as he lost to you at first, he ended up winning right before he had to go. you waved him off with a soft genuine smile as he did the same in a more shy manner.

he always found comfort in anything you did for him. the time you spent with him, the effort you put into making him feel better after having lost to you, or those moments where he started to doubt his strength.

you made that same spot the place you both would always meet up at for years to come. always playing the same game and talking about hopes and dreams, but that was honestly mostly you. he liked hearing you talk.

he also liked other stuff about you though, like those moles on your thighs. or the acne that grew onto your face that one time, maybe even the times you've scolded him as you both grew into adults.

"kinich... you know we talked about this! stop being so careless!" you huffed and crossed your arms, the number of times you've scolded him over this, you still smacked his head like you did back when you'd win your little game.

"i know. 'm sorry." that day he was revived by the pyro archon, mavuika, acknowledging his strength and passion for his nation.

but.. why was he still surprised when you suddenly reached out to hug him? you've been friends for years, this should be nothing. he should be able to reciprocate it easy peasy... right?

yet it felt like his body was stuck, frozen even. your warmth quickly melted his cold exterior, causing him to shed a few tears. someone was worried about him. you slightly tackle him back down onto the grass.

"don' cry kin', i just- I don't want you to get hurt. I believe in your strength," you wipe off a few of his tears as you pull away from his arms. "but I don't want you to stop coming home... I don't want you to stop playing with me. you've made so many friends with me, we're supposed to be a package deal."

every word you uttered, you started to cry too. he brings you back into a hug.

ever since that day, he's tried to lessen the times he's had to die, but only further strengthening his will to fight and live to see another day. or more like to see you again.

it's been another two years since your little speech to him. you're finally already his significant other, and somewhat keeping it away from those who weren't close to you both.

before he could finally go home to you, he swung by the very same place you both would play your card game. tracing his fingertips on the wall nearby, looking at each of your scores back when you'd score them anyway.

"you wanted to come by here too, huh?" he turned his head almost immediately at the voice, he could recognize your tone from anywhere. you rounded a corner to take a look at the long list of tallies on the stone wall.

"you know, i always felt like we were something back then." you hum as you crouch to look at the measurements of heights for each year you both got older.

"pretty, you are aware we've been together for two years now, right?" "don't ruin our moment kin'!"

a small voice emits from nothingness; "can you two lovebirds keep it down?! a king needs his beauty sleep y'know?!"

"oh shut it, will you?!"

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

David Tennant and Michael Sheen at the Pub In The Park All Star Charity Gala 2024, 28.6.2024 :) ❤ (x)

Int: More than us, weren't they? Did you enjoy that Chiswick?! Brilliant.

Michael: What a night! What a night!

David: Oh, come on, Chiswick! Come on!

Michael: Hello, Chiswick!

Int: So, hello, boys. How you doing?

David: Hello. Hello. Very nice, very nice.

Int: Would you like to introduce yourselves to the crowd?

David: My name is Michael Sheen.

Michael: And my name is David Tennant!

Int: How many tequilas have I had? I'm really confused right now. Are you having a good time?

Michael: Yes!

David: The best!

Michael: I've had a spicy margarita and I'm of anyone's! Well, we don't rush. Don't rush everyone.

David: I'm so cool. I'm still wearing sunglasses at 9 o'clock at night.

Int: This has been noticed.

David: But because it's Chiswick and I am 53, they are prescription.

Int: You are not the only one here with prescription sunglasses

David: Means I can't take them off, that's the problem as the light falls.

Int: It adds a certain aloofness to the equation.

Michael: It gives him an exotic allure.

David: It does.

Michael: I've always said it.

David: It does. That's what the smell is.

Int: Why does everything sound better in your accent, Michael?

Michael: Exotic allure.

Int: Ooooh. Don't stop. Anyway, I digress. Right, so we are here appreciating everything about Pub In The Park. And are we enjoying it?

Crowd: Yeeeees!

Int: Yes. But tonight is very, very special because not only do we have all our usual wonderful restaurants, all of our lovely stages, all the bars, all the trees and the views and the Chiswick house, but we are also celebrating a charity. We are celebrating a wonderful gala evening this evening. So please, boys, tell us what it's all about.

David: It's from Multibank.

Michael: Yes!

David: Come on! There's a terrible... there's an awful amount of need in the country at the moment. We understand the need for food banks. Multibank is a food bank, but it's also fighting hygiene poverty. It's also providing people who don't have the stuff they need just to get through the day. Toothpaste and toilet rolls and all the stuff that we take for granted. There's a desperate need. Multibank is about providing families who don't have it with some of the... with the stuff that they need to go through life. And by buying a ticket tonight, you've already given at least ten pounds. So thank you, thank you, thank you.

Michael: Thank you!

David: If you'd like to give a bit more, we're not gonna stop you.

Michael: Don't. Don't do it!

David and Michael over each other: No, no. Don't do it. No, no, no. We're not good. We're not. Do it, do it. We're not gonna. Do it.

David: We're not gonna stop you. As you leave tonight, there'll be people with those little fancy machines.

Int: PDQs.

David: Whaat?

Michael: People be doing what?

David: Those little machines.

Michael: When you leave tonight, there'll be people doing that?

David: There'll be people doing that. But in this hand, they'll have a card machine. So we're doing that with this hand. And in this hand, you can tap and go. And you can give multibank another little bit as you leave. Once you're nice and drunk and you're not thinking about it, give them lots of money as you leave.

Michael: Yes.

Int: Absolutely.

Michael: But thank you for everything you've given so far!

David: Absolutely.

Michael: It's already been a massivelysuccessful evening, so thank you.

David: Yeah.

Int: Yes. We really appreciate it. And I know the aim is to raise 40,000 pounds this evening.

David: I think we've already done that. Let's make it 50.

All: Yass!

Int: We love that. And I'll tell you how we could even make that happen. Is that in your heads, every tune is played from now on that you like. Imagine that's about what? Tenner. So every tune you like from our next DJ, who's going to come on in a second. If you like the song, then in your head, you need to calculate that's a tenner each time to give to multibank. And I'm looking at you. And I'm looking at you, Rob, as well.Is that fair enough?

David and Michael: Yes.

Int: Yes, exactly.

David: If you want to see Michael Sheen DJ.

Int: Get over there. So, in that case, I think your DJ assistant is ready to accept you, Michael.

Michael: I'm going to hand you over to my trusty assistant on the decks, straight from Ibiza.

Int: Yes. Everybody, please go mad for the tunes of Vernon Kay!

[manikas-whims]

LADS men + Halloween Costumes

Now with Sylus solo banner upcoming, the possibility of getting a Halloween quad banner is nil. And i’m happy for it cuz this has saved me from making a really bad financial decision 😆

anyways here's some mulling over the LIs costume choices..

SYLUS

Option 1: Vampire

If we consider Sylus’s overall aesthetic, then Vampire is the most obvious choice for him. He can't go out in the daylight for some inexplicable reason; definitely a creature of the night. He has red eyes that glow in the dark. And even during Destiny Café interactions, he playfully sinks his teeth into your palm. No doubt he'd enjoy sinking them more into your neck 🤭

Also like imagine a 5 star Sylus Halloween card where MC begins suspecting Sylus to be a vampire. And the whole card revolves around her trying to collect evidence. Even Luke and Keiran begin to suspect Sylus thanks to MC and the 3 join forces. The card ends with Sylus playfully scolding all of them 😆 and laughing in disbelief, in that deep cadence that he has 😊

Option 2: Demon

Another obvious choice. If not a vampire, then the red eyes and dark aesthetic are also quite befitting for a Demon attire. A very charming demon who lures you into sinning by offering his black card 🤭 and ofcourse you willingly sell your soul to him.

Option 3: Bounty Hunter

You know those charming sorts of outlaws that everyone loves and roots for? Yeah, that would fit so well with Sylus. Especially the steampunk aesthetic. So yeah..a steampunk style, bounty hunter Sylus with an array of weapons strapped all over. He only works solo but will definitely make an exception for you 😌

Option 4: Crow

Unlike the other two, this option involves a big, poofy bird suit. A crow outfit to be specific. And he looks simply adorable in it 🥺 Imagine yourself trying not to laugh as you sneakily take millions of photos of him in this outfit 🤭 while he sneers at you but there's no actual anger behind his gaze.

XAVIER

Option 1: Werewolf

It may sound unusual upon first thought but this will play so well into his overall persona of the “wolf in sheep's clothing” or “wolf in bunny clothing”. He did nibble on your finger and sniffed your scent in the No Restraint card. And I'm damn sure he has a thing for biting and marking. So just imagine him putting on the wolf ears, claws and fangs, and he starts acting more sly than ever, saying he's only playing the part 😉

Option 2: Royalty

Another obvious choice. Xavier is pretty used to this cause he is royalty afterall. So assuming a position of power comes easy to him (remember Floral Blessing?). Maybe some sort of chivalrous and gallant prince because he can easily add his swordplay skills to it. Seeing him regard you as his queen will be a treat sweeter than all the candies 😌

Option 3: Lumiere

You think it's the most hilarious inside joke— Lumiere hiding in plain sight amidst the crowd of Linkon on one night where a large majority would be dressed as their legend. Their hero. Xavier absolutely hates it! And he hates the amount of people he spots in Lumiere costumes. But he'll put it on upon your insistence. Just be ready for the consequences later on cause this man is jealous of his own superhero alter-ego 😭

Option 4: Angel

Xavier with large white wings protruding from his back would be another fitting sight with his overall white/silver aesthetic. Imagine him as your guardian angel, always watching over you, protecting you and trying his best to guide you on the right path, despite his own desires for you.

Option 5: Bunny/Alien

If not the above choices, then some cute/sexy bunny costume (though we've already got our bunny butler). Or a really silly alien costume that somewhat resembles his sticker set. We know he'll look squisher than ever in those 🥺

ZAYNE

Option 1: Mad Scientist

Something similar to Dr. Faustus or Dr. Frankenstein (yeah Frankenstein was NOT the monster but the name of the guy who created the monster..in case some people still don't know 😭). Zayne’s personal goal– his obsession and drive– to keep MC alive is somewhat similar to Dr. Frankenstein’s obsession with unraveling the secrets of life and well..ultimately beating death by bringing someone to life. And Zayne's hunger for knowledge is also similar to that of Dr. Faustus’s who readily sells his soul to the devil in exchange for knowledge.

So yeah..Zayne as a mad scientist, obsessed with knowledge and the drive to keep you alive would be intense 💯/💯

Option 2: Tutor

He'll sigh, take off his glasses and pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance, like he always does. But you'll somehow convince him to do it because he's incapable of saying no to you.

It starts as a silly costume idea but the moment you see his legs clad in those unusually tight-fitting slacks and the pointer stick in his hand, you realize you might have a tutor kink and that you wouldn't mind misbehaving cause you'd actually enjoy getting punished by him 🫣

Option 3: Snowman/Penguin

The cute option! Definitely Dr. Carter, Yvonne and his other co-workers coaxed him to put it on for the little kids visiting Akso hospital throughout the week. When you stop by for a scheduled check-up and stumble upon him, you can't help but take loads of pictures of him with the kids 😊

RAFAYEL

Option 1: Merman/Siren

Just like Xavier as Lumiere, Rafayel as a merman on halloween would be such a spectacular inside joke.

At first he'd be offended because the fake tail you bought for him would feel like an insult to the real thing. He would pout and narrow his brows but after your constant cajoling and sweet-talking he'll agree to indulge you. And it's all fun and games until you realize why all those sailors in fiction are so terrified yet turned on at the mere sight of a merman/siren. He'll entice you so easily with his velvety voice 😵‍💫

Option 2: Assassin

Don't fall for his pretty face. Rafayel can be cunning, deceptive and deadly when he wants to be. (in the main story and also as Abysswalker). As such, putting on the attire of an assassin would come easy to him. His charm is as lethal as the numerous daggers he conceals within his clothes. He’ll strike you right in the heart. Can totally imagine him doing finger guns at you 😉

Option 3: Chick

Pouty babie in an adorable chick costume with a beret and paintbrush, like his sticker pack. Imagine him struggling with the bulky costume, trying to waddle towards you in annoyance, demanding you to immediately help him take off the costume. Despite it all, he'd let you hug him and take selfies. He'll hate every minute of it but still pose properly when you take pics 😆

these are just some silly thoughts..what are your costume ideas for each LI 🤔

» MASTERLIST «

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Sam: hey Cass! I made you a drivers licence to go with your truck. Kind of a tradition between me and Dean that when you first drive by yourself you get one with your real name. Well, I guess two people isn't much of a tradition, but, here! I know it's a bit late but, y'know, there was a lot going on.

Cas: thank you that's very.............[squints at the details] the name is wrong.

Sam: Oh, well, you needed a surname and I thought Winchester would be-

Cas: No, that's fine. But my name is Cas.

Sam: Yeah, I put Cass.

Cas: No, it's Cas. With one S. My name is Castiel. Can you not- do you not know how to spell my name? Sam, if you need to borrow Jack's reading books, you just need to ask him, he'd be happy to help you.

Sam: Wh- dude I know how to spell! But we've been spelling your name as Cass-two-Ss this entire time. That's how you spell Cass!

Cas: We? As in, both of you? And - not Bobby surely? He knew how to spell my name?

Sam: Look, look, look I can prove it. [Pulls out his Blackberry that he's kept since 2009 and scrolls up a text chain with Dean] Look, "CASS said we're all boned." That's like two days after he met you.

Cas: I- this is...ah I understand. You faked this. You're doing a prank on me. Some sort of Gabriel-esque unreality game. I will not be fooled again, as I was when you showed me the video of "house hippos". Well played, Sam, but not well enough.

Sam: I'm not- urgh, [calling out] DEAN

Dean [yelling back from the kitchen] YEAH?

Sam: HOW DO YOU SPELL CASS? ONE S OR TWO?

Dean: HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN HIM, MAN? IT RHYMES WITH ASS. TWO.

Sam: see? And Dean gave you that name so really, he's the authority. You're Cass.

Cas:

Sam:

Cas:

Sam:

Cass, resigned: our partnership has been built on a foundation of misunderstanding and foolishness. But still we must endure. Thank you for the card. Samm.

Samm: You're welcome. Hey. Did you just feel like a, reverberation in the universe? Like something small but significant has changed?

Cass: No.

Samm: Ah, that's a relief.

Deen: HEY EVERYBODY, COME GET SOME LUNCH.

[clarkeybabey]

❝ i wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy ❞

# summary; somethings do really get under his skin

# playlist; luther - kendrick lamar (ft. sza)

# word count; 748

# note; ive seen some distasteful comments on our bf lately. leave my man alone, he's the chillest guy. #parasocial. lazy ending im so sorry

Arthur absolutely adores his job, who wouldn't just want to hang out with their mates all day or film themselves reacting to Reddit posts to pay their bills? None of this was on his life bingo card, but he didn't think he'd change a single thing about his current situation. That was until he started collaborating with larger YouTubers.

Their fans always found a way to make him out to be the butt of the joke 24/7. He's been on social media for a while now, and of course, he understood that being unreasonably disliked came with his job, he just wished that he could express his feelings without being seen as 'soft'. It's almost as if the more he tries to ignore it all, the more comments emerge.

Some of his friends who recently began to gain traction were nearly completely dodging the brutal comments and he couldn't figure out why. Not that he wants them to experience it, because it's awful, he wouldn't wish it upon his worst enemy, but what do they have that he doesn't?

When you return from grocery shopping, he's sat in his desk chair tapping a socked foot. You take immediate notice of the furrow in his brow he seems to be scrolling through something, "You okay, baby?" Arthur startles a bit, seemingly having not realized your presence, he hums wordlessly, not bothering to look up at you.

His lack of acknowledgment makes you frown slightly. You let your purse slide off your shoulder, landing with a thunk in a pile at the end of his desk. You place a hand on his knee, bringing his anxiety-riddled movements to a halt. Finally, he looks up at you just in time for you to speak again, "Tell me."

His reply comes out sounding almost offended, "Tell you what?" He's playing stupid, but it's not going to work, not even he's been convinced by his words. You've been to him before he even knew you were home.

Your head tilts to the side and you fold your arms over your chest and without another sound from you, he knows he lost, "Just people on the internet, that's all." He's bitter and hurt, which is very evident as he continues, "Don't think they realize I'm human too."

A glance at the glowing screen in his hands tells you what he's been doing since you left a half hour ago. You take the phone from him, setting it on top of his mousepad, taking a second to situate yourself in his lap, "Listen, I know you really wanna know how people feel about you." You pause momentarily to place a chaste kiss on either cheek, "We've talked about how bad it is for you."

"It's so difficult to pretend I don't care," He begins, stopping when he feels like his throat's going to close, uncontrollable tears dot his waterline, breaking your heart. "I wish I could understand more, but I just don't know what its like, 'm not sure if I ever will be."

Your index finger finds his stubbled jaw, stroking it as you do your best to console him, if only you could take everything he's feeling and place it onto yourself even if only for a day, he deserves a break. "Those people are nobodies, they're just jealous." He leans into your touch, "You'd think I'd be used to it all by now," he mumbles against your palm, pressing a kiss to it.

Shaking your head involuntarily as he pours out all of his thoughts, but when he says that it pisses you off, "Shouldn't have to be used to it, the internet's a joke. You're a wonderful, intelligent person with opinions and feelings that are allowed to be expressed," words tumble from your lips so fast you can't control them he just sits there, a hand on your side drawing shapes on the skin where your top had ridden up, taking in all you say.

"I'm a chronic people pleaser, but I think you have me beat," you say wagging your brows, playing with his hair, finally he cracks a smile. A sigh of relief escapes you at that, "Think we should lower your screen time."

"Yes, mum," he salutes you, and a loud laugh bubbles up through him making you giggle, he pokes your tummy, "or maybe we can just run away together," he suggests kissing the upturned corner of your mouth.

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

[artbyblastweave]

A tool I find generally pretty useful for thinking about and classifying superhero systems is the Wild Talents Axes of Design, a worldbuilding tool from an RPG that I have not and most likely will not ever play. The system categorizes and ranks superhero settings on four axes:

The Red Axis measures Historical Inertia, how much the existence of superhumans causes the timeline to diverge from our own. A high-red setting represents the standard implausibly-recognizable like-reality-unless-noted world-outside-your-window model. A low-red setting is a total alternate history.

The Gold Axis measures Superhuman Inertia (talent inertia in their internal jargon, but we've all got our own names for these assholes.) This one measures how closely superhumans hew to classic paradigms of heroism and villainy, as opposed to branching out into other societal roles or life outcomes. A high-gold setting is the prototypical endless monthly game of cops and robbers; A low-gold setting would be something like Wild Cards or Top 10, where career superheroes are a rounding error (or even a downright oddity) compared to people with powers.

The Blue Axis measures what they term The Lovely and the Pointless- essentially how much weirdness exists outside the superheroes themselves, or, more practically, how unified the setting's cosmology and power sources are. High-Blue settings are the bizarre and irreconcilable genre kitchen sinks full of aliens, gods, magicians, one million ways to get superpowers and three different kinds of time travel. Low Blue settings would be The Boys, Worm, or Wild Cards- any setting where there's a discrete reason that superhumans happened and nothing supernatural going on outside of that point of origin.

The Black Axis measures Moral Clarity, which is about what it sounds like. High Black Settings are the cartoonishly-clear-cut battles of good and evil, low black settings are omnidirectional amoral clusterfucks where the participants have superpowers.

(The joke, of course, being that if you crank all four colors up all the way, you end up with a full CMYK print, and a reproduction of the aesthetic of classic golden and silver age superhero faire.)

Obviously this isn't a perfect system- it suffers from the perennial, probably inevitable issue that the four of these don't granulate equally well but they feel the need to articulate five nodes for each of them, just to keep it neat- and consequentially it sometimes feels a little like they're struggling to justify why some of the arrangements that they're describing are meaningfully distinct from the nearest tick up or down the axis. I'm also not entirely sure how it integrates this fifth axis I think is pretty important- the question of the degree to which the public is aware of superhumans at all.

But it does provide some interesting and useful language for quick-and-dirty compare and contrast work. Watchmen is Low Blue, Low Black, Mid-Red High-Gold. Invincible is High-Blue Mid-Black High Red Mid-Gold. Worm is Low-Blue-Mid-Black-Low-Red-Mid-Gold. I don't even stand by these ratings necessarily, I just think it would be super neat going forward if I were able to throw out a phrase like "High-Blue interpretation of Superman" and successfully convey that it means we're finally gonna get to see Superman fight a wizard in live action, for example. I think there's slept-upon terminology available to us here

[sourmiiiilk]

🥩My Sweet! Housemate - 2.0🥩

Long Time No See!

Hello everyone! We're happy to announce the latest update for My Sweet! Housemate, version 2.0.

This update is essentially a rework of MS!H - as well as its demo, - including things like sprite updates, UI changes, new minigames, new endings, and more bloodshed. Thank you to everyone who's followed the progress of My Sweet! Housemate - your support has kept us going. We've worked really hard on this update and are excited to hear your feedback!

🥩New Update - My Sweet! Update 2.0🥩

🧅 SPRITE UPDATE! Now Seung-min looks more delicious than ever! 🥕 Freshened up the writing. 🥩 +3 hot new tracks fresh out of the oven. 🧅 +6 new achievements. Grab 'em while they're hot! 🥕 +3 new endings. 🥩 3+ thousand new words. 🧅 Added a clock. Now you can tell time! 🥕 Added some funny sounds. Can you find them? 🥩 Added some graphical changes. Old CGIs are now improved, among other modifications such as UI improvements, and gallery additions. 🧅 Added new interactions. Oink oink. 🥕 Added a new minigame and updated pre-existing minigames. Have fun! 🥩And more! And, finally, here's Seung-min's info card as a treat:

Thank you all very much for playing My Sweet! Housemate. We hope to see you all again soon! ❤️ For the full list of updates, check our website: www.sourmilkgames.com/updates-msh

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[mymindcreatedthis]

Loser strips with Arsenal part 1 of 2 18+

Y/n x Leah Williamson x Steph Catley x Katie McCabe x Alessia Russo x Lia Walti x Frida Maanum x Lotte Wubben-Moy x Beth Mead

Warning: Smut smut smut! Sexual tasks and sexual content!

Word count: 5.5k

*Y/n's pov*

It was the 3rd day of camp. We had the next two days off. I was the new girl on the team, I was hanging out in my room. I was scrolling through Netflix trying to figure out what to watch.

My phone goes off, I grab my phone and check it. I see that I got a new text massage from Leah.

Leah: Hey Y/n. Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?

Me: No I'm free all day, What's up?

Leah: I was gonna do a movie night with some of the girls. Me and Katie were gonna do it in our room. Did you wanna join us?

Me: Sure! I'm down for a movie night. What time should I come over.

Leah: Sweet. Let's shoot for 4pm. We can also do a late lunch/ early dinner.

Me: Okay, sounds good. See you guys at 4 pm.

I swipe up and turn off my phone. I look at the time, it was currently 2 pm. I grab new clothes and go into the bathroom, I shower and get cleaned up. Once I'm done in the shower I turn it off, I get dried off and get dressed.

I lay back in bed, I still had time to kill. I put on a random movie until 4 pm rolls around.

*Leah's pov*

I smirk, I turn off my phone and look over at Katie. "She's in."

Katie smirks. "Perfect, I'll tell the girls."

I smile and nod, little did Y/n know that we had a plan in mind. See we have a special tradition Y/n doesn't know about. We play a special game with the Rookie and give them a nice warm welcome.

Katie makes a group chat with her, me, Lotte, Lia, Alessia, Steph, Beth and Frida. I grab my phone and check it as it begins to blow up.

Katie: Y/n said yes. We are on with our plan, you know the rules. We are playing loser strips. Let's give Y/n a warm welcome. After the game you guys can stay in mine and Leah's for the night.

Steph: Yes Please!

Alessia: I've been waiting to play this with you.

Frida: There's a rumor going around that Y/n has a dick.

Beth: She does, I can 100% confirm that she does.

Lotte: Fuck I want to feel her inside me so bad.

Lia: Beth you are such a tease. Stop teasing us.

Beth: I'm just saying Frida mentioned the rumor. All I'll say is that she has amazing dick game.

Me: Alright girls that's enough, save it for the game.

Katie: She'll be here soon, we told her 4 pm. It's not 3:30, we'll see you guys soon.

I swipe up and turn off my phone. Me and Katie McCabe had originally started this tradition. When Katie first joined Arsenal I gave her the same welcoming. I strapped her and put her in her place after she tried proofing to me that she was a Dom.

Me and Katie welcomed both Alessia and Beth the same way. So on and so forth, All the girls on the team know that tradition because we've all done it with them. The only ones who didn't know about it are the coaches and trainers.

The girls come to our room at 3:50 pm. Now we are just waiting on Y/n to get here.

*Y/n's Pov*

3:50 pm rolls around. I put my shoes on, I grab my key card and phone. I turn off the tv and head to Leah's and Katie's room. It was now 3:55 pm, I know on the door. Leah opens the door, she smiles and lets me in.

I close the door behind me and lock it. The girls smile and greet me, I smile and greet them back. I take off my shoes and set them off to the side with the others. I notice Leah's ass and how good it looked in her shorts.

Leah turns to me, she sees me looking. She smirks and gives her ass a little shake. I bite my lip and check out her ass. The girls clear their throats and giggle, I blush darkly.

We order food to the room and eat our late lunch/ early dinner. We turn on tv and put on a random movie. I notice Leah look at the other girls, they smirk and nod at each other. Leah grabs the remote and turns off the tv.

"Do you guys want to play a game?" Katie asks.

We all agree. Beth, Frida and Lia giggle and whisper to each other. "So should we play this game Y/n? Girls you all want to play right?" Katie asks.

"Oh Yeah." They all say in sync.

I get a bit nervous and chuckle. "Um what game did you guys have in mind?" I ask.

"You know the game Loser strips?" Katie asks eyeing me a bit.

"N-No. what is it?" I ask stuttering a bit.

"Well we will all play the game whoever loses has to take off a piece of clothing." Leah says explaining a bit.

Leah smirks as the others giggle. Katie players with her hair. "Come on Y/n it'll be fun." Katie says.

"You won't regret it." Alessia says.

"I don't know girls..... I thought we were doing a movie night." I say.

Steph and Lia were already staring at my crotch and undressing me with their eyes. I blush darkly and adjust my shorts as my bulge becomes visible and the girls notice it.

"Come on Y/n, it'll be fun." Lia says.

I sigh and weigh my options. "Okay, where do you guys want to play the game?" I ask.

"We can play on the floor and on the beds there's plenty of room to play." Katie says.

I nod. "Alessia how should we start?" Frida asks getting straight to the point.

Alessia smirks and looks at me. "Last one to touch Y/n bulge loses their shirt." Alessia says.

"Woah wait, are you girls sure about this?" I ask.

"Yes Y/n we are sure." They all say.

Katie smirks and reaches down and places her hand on my dick over my shorts. She bites her lip. "Mmm you sure are packing." Katie says.

I blush at her comment, Leah giggles and does the same thing getting a feel in. "Mmm fuck babe, you're huge." Leah says.

"T-Thanks." I say stuttering a bit.

Alessia pushes Lia out of the way and grabs my dick over my shorts, I moan. "Mmm if you fuck any of us daddy I want this dick first." She says.

I blush darkly and nod. "S-Sure, N-No promises."

Alessia giggles and kisses my cheek. Lotte was the next one to touch my dick over my shorts. "Mmm I wanna feel you deep inside me." Lotte says.

The girls continue to take turns rubbing and touching my bulge over my shorts. Steph grab my dick over my shorts then Lia, then Frida. Beth was the last one to touch my bulge over the shorts.

Lia looks at Beth and smirks. "Looks like you lost Mead. Lost that shirt."

Beth blushes, we whistle and cheer as Beth takes off her shirt and tosses it off to the side. "S-Shut up." Beth says stuttering and blushing darkly.

Beth your turn to pick the next task." Lia says.

Beth nods and looks around the room. She looks at Katie and smirks. "Last one to kiss Katie's v line loses their shorts." Beth says.

Katie smiles and blushes a bit. Katie lifts her shirt up a bit and lowers her shorts and panties exposing her V line. We all bite our lips and get on our knees and kneel in front of Katie.

Beth is the first one to kiss Katie's v line. Katie bites her lip and runs her fingers through Beth's hair, Katie quietly moans as Beth continues to kiss her v line. Next up is Leah, Leah decides to spice it up and sucks on her v line leaving hickys.

"Mmm fuck." Katie moans.

Leah smirks and kisses Katie's pussy over her shorts. Katie moans as Leah does this. Next up is Me, I kiss her v line and rub Katie's clothed pussy. Katie gasps and moans as I do this.

"Oh fuck..Fucking hell Y/n." Katie moans.

I suck on her v line adding more hickys. I lick her v line. I smirk against her skin, I continue to rub her clothed pussy. I smirk as I feel her juices through her shorts and on my fingers. I give her v line one last kiss.

Next up is Steph, then the Lotte, the Frida, the Lia, Alessia was the last one to kiss Katie's v line.

"Looks like you lost Alessia. Lose those shorts baby." Katie says.

Alessia blushes darkly as she takes her shorts off and tosses them off to the side. "Alessia your turn to pick the next task." Katie says.

Alessia nods and looks around the room. Alessia looks at Leah and smirks. "Last one to shove their face in Leah's tits loses their top and bra." Alessia says.

Katie smirks and taps my ass. "Doesn't that sound like fun Y/n? Why don't you go first and get those tits ready for us."

Leah smirks, she takes off her shirt and sports bra and sets them to the side and sits on the bed. Leah smirks and motions me over with her finger seductively, I bite my lip and walk over to her, I bite my lip. This didn't feel real this felt like a dream.

"Come on baby, shove your face in my tits." Leah says seductively.

I do as she says and shove my face in her tits Leah moans and throws her head back. "Mmm fuck Y/n." Leah moans.

I stop and kiss her boobs. Next up is Katie, Katie wastes no time and immediately doves in, Leah moans as Katie shoves her face in her tits.

"Mmm fuck." Leah moans in pleasure.

Next up is Alessia, then Steph, then Beth, the Lotte, then Frida. Lia was the last one to shove her face in Leah's tits.

"Lose that shirt and bra baby girl." Leah says.

Lia blushes darkly, she takes off her shirt and bra and tosses them off to the side. We whistle and cheer Lia blushes darkly. "S-Shut up." Lia stutters.

I giggle. "Lia your turn to pick the next task." Leah says.

Lia nods and looks around the room. "Last two to spank Alessia's ass loses clothing of Alessia's choice." Lia says.

Alessia blushes darkly at the task. Leah smiles, she grabs Alessia and bends her over her leg. Katie giggles and holds me back. "Hey no fair. Let me go, this is cheating!" I say.

The girls take turns spanking Alessia's ass. Alessia moans as the girls take turns spanking her ass. Katie and I are the last ones to spank Alessia's ass.

Alessia smirks. "Looks like you two lost. Lose your shorts and shirt."

Katie and I smile, we take off our shirts and shorts and toss them off to the side. "Y/n how about you pick the next task." Katie says.

I nod and look around the room. I look at Beth and smirk. "Last one to slip their hand in Beth's shorts and panties and tease her clit loses their shorts." I say.

Beth blushes darkly as I say this. I wrap my arms around her and hold her from behind. I slip my hand in her shorts and panties and tease her folds with my fingers.

Beth moans as I do this and leans back against my touch. "Mmm fuck." Beth moans in pleasure.

I smirk, I slip in a finger and slowly finger her. Beth gasps and moans as I do this. I finger her for a couple of minutes then take my fingers out of her pussy.

I take my hand out of her shorts and panties. "Open your mouth slut." I say.

Beth does as I say and immediately opens her mouth. "Lick and suck your juices off my fingers slut." I say.

Beth licks and sucks my juices off her fingers. She moans as she tastes herself on my fingers. Next up is Alessia, I hold Beth from behind as Alessia slips her hand in Beth's shorts and panties and teases her clit.

"Fuck Lessi." Beth cutely moans.

I giggle and kiss her neck, next up is Steph, then Lia, then Lotte. Frida is the last one, Beth giggles. "Looks like you lost Frida. Lose them shorts baby." Beth says.

Frida blushes and takes off her shorts and tosses them off to the side. "Frida your turn to pick the next task." Beth says.

Frida nods, she looks at Alessia and smirks. "Last two to lick Alessia's clit loses their shorts and shirt." Frida says.

Alessia blushes a bit, she smirks and takes off her shirts and panties and lays on one of the beds. I go first, I lick her folds. Alessia gasps and moans and rubs her fingers through my hair as I lick her clit.

"Mmm fuck." Alessia moans.

I smirk and begin eating her out, Alessia gasps and moans as I do this. The girls giggle, I eat out Alessia for another 2 minutes then stop. Next up is Lia, Lia dives in and immediately lick Lessi's clit. Alessia moans, her legs shake in pleasure as Lia licks her clit.

Lia kisses her pussy and then stops. Next up is Frida, Alessia moans and slowly grinds against Frida's face as Frida licks her clit. Alessia moans and grips the sheets. "F-Fuck." Alessia moans. Frida smirks, she licks her clit one last time.

Next up is Beth, then Katie, and then Steph. Lotte and Leah are the last two to lick Alessia's clit. "You two lost. Go head and lose those shirts and shorts." Alessia pants out.

"Leah your turn to pick the next task baby." Alessia says.

Leah nods and thinks for a moment. "Last one to kiss my abs loses their shorts." Leah says.

Katie gets on her knees, Leah smirks and takes off her shirt. Katie is the first one to kiss Leah's abs. Then me, then Frida, then Alessia, then Beth, then Lia. Steph was the last one to kiss Leah's abs.

Leah smiles and makes out with Steph. Story is shocked at first but then starts kissing back. Leah slips off Steph's shirt and tosses it off to the side as they make out.

Leah breaks the kiss and smiles. "Your turn to pick the next task baby." Leah says.

Steph smiles and blushes, Steph thinks for a moment. "Last one to massage Beth's tits loses their shirt and bra." Steph says.

Beth smirks. "I'll make it even better for you guys." Beth says. She takes off her shirt and bra, we whistle and cheer as we check out her tits. Beth blushes and smirks.

I get hard and massage Beth's tits from behind. Beth moans as I massage her tits, Beth giggles. "Mmm you're really hard baby. You must really be enjoying this." Beth says.

Beth presses her ass against my dick and slowly grinds against me as I continue to massage her tits. "F-Fuck." I moan as Beth slowly grinds against my dick.

I moan and finish massaging her tits. next up is Leah, then Katie, then Steph, then Alessia, then Frida, Lia is the last one to massage Beth's tits.

Beth giggles. "Looks like you lost Walti. Lost that shirt and bra." Me and Beth say.

Lia blushes darkly and nods. Lia takes off her shirt and bra and tosses them off to the side. "Your turn to pick the next task Walti." Beth says.

Lia nods. "Last two to rub my pussy over my panties loses 2 pieces of clothing of my choice." Lia says.

We agree, Lia takes off her shorts and sets them off to the side. Lia bits her lip and moans as Katie rubs her pussy over her panties.

"Mmm you're so wet love." Katie says.

Lia blushes. "S-Shut up." She cutely stutters.

Katie smirks as Lia's juices leak through her panties and onto her fingers. Next up is Leah, Leah smiles and swipes her finger up Lia's folds over her panties teasing her.

Lia gasps and moans as Leah does this. Next up is me, I smirk and kiss Lia and rub her clit and tease her folds over her panties. Lia moans in the kiss as I do this, I smile and break the kiss.

Next up is Beth, then Lotte. Steph and Frida were the last two to run Lia's clit over her panties.

Lia smirks. She looks at Frida and Steph. "Frida lose your shirt and bra." Lia says.

Frida blushes she takes off her shirt and bra and tosses them off to the side. Lia looks at Steph and smirks. "Steph lose your bra and shorts." Lia says.

Steph blushes darkly and takes off her bra and shorts. She was only in her panties now. Both Frida and Steph were only in their panties now.

"Steph pick the next task babe." Lia says.

"Last two to eat out Lotte loses a piece of clothing of Lottie's choice." Steph says.

Lotte giggles, she takes off her shorts and panties and lays on the bed and gets on all fours. I go first, I move behind Lotte on the bed I spread her ass cheeks and immediately start eating her out from behind. Lotte gasps and moans and grips the sheets as I continue to eat her out from behind.

"Oh f-fuck." Lotte moans. She pushes her ass back against my face as I continue to eat her out from behind. I smirk, I lick her ass hole and folds and kiss her folds and stop.

Next up is Steph. Lotte moans loudly in pleasure as Steph immediately dives in and starts going to town on Lottie's pussy. Next up is Katie, Katie slips in a finger and slowly fingers her ass as she eats her out.

Next up is Alessia, then Lia, then Frida. Leah and Beth were the last two to eat out Lotte. Lotte puts her panties back on. Lotte looks at Beth and Leah and smirks. "Leah lose your bra." Lotte says.

Leah smirks, she slips off her bra and tosses it off to the side. Lotte looks at Beth and smirks. "Beth takes off your shorts."

Beth slips off her shorts and tosses them off to the side. "Good girls." Lotte says. Beth and Leah blush and smirk.

"Leah pick the next task baby girl." Lotte says.

"Last one to eat Frida's ass loses their bra and panties or other two pieces of clothing of Frida's choice." Leah says.

I smirk and chime in. "First girl to lose all their clothes gets eaten out by 2 girls of their choice and gets fucked by me." I say. They giggle and nod.

Frida takes off her panties, she gets on the bed and gets on all fours. Leah is the first in to dive in and eat out Frida's ass. Next up is Lotte, then Beth, then Katie, then Steph, then me, then Alessia, Lia is the last one to eat Frida's ass.

"Lia you still got too many clothes." Frida says putting her panties back on. "Lose your shirt and shorts."

Lia blushes darkly and bites her lip, she takes off her shirt and shorts and tosses them off to the side. "Lia pick the next task babe." Friday says.

Lia nods. "Last one to ride Katie's strap on loses a piece of clothing of Katie's choice." Lia says.

Katie smirks she takes off her panties and slips on her 11 inch strap on. She lines it up and lays down on the bed, Leah straddles Katie's lap she pushes the tip in and slowly sinks down on it taking all 11 inches deep inside her. Leah moans in pleasure, she takes a moment to adjust to the size.

Leah moans and slowly slides up and down on Katie's strap. Kate bites her lip and watches as Leah slowly slides up and down on her 11 inch dildo. Leah moans and rides Katie's strap for 3 minutes and then gets off.

Next up is Frida, Frida moans loudly in pleasure as she rides Katie's strap on after 3 minutes and then gets off. Next up is Lia, I smirk and watch as they take turns riding Katie's strap on next up is Steph, then Beth, Then Lotte.

Katie looks at me and smirks. "Ride my strap baby."

I blush darkly, I straddle her lap. I put the tip in my ass and slowly sink down on the rubber dick. I moan in pleasure as I slowly slide up and down on Katie's dildo, my dick was throbbing.

Katie places her hands on my hips and helps me slide up and down on her dildo. I moan in pleasure, I ride her dildo for 3 minutes and then slowly slide off.

Alessia was the last one to ride Katie's dildo. Katie smirks. "Lose that shirt baby." Katie says.

Alessia blushes a bit. She takes off her shirt and tosses it off to the side. I smile and wrap my arms around Alessia's waist and hold her from behind. I smile and kiss her neck and shoulder and shoulder.

Alessia smiles and leans back against me. She smiles and quietly moans as I kiss her neck. "Mmm you're so beautiful." I say.

Alessia smiles. "Thank you love, so are you." Alessia says.

I hold her from behind and kiss her shoulder. "Your turn to pick the next task babe." I say.

Alessia nods and looks around the room. "Last one to grind and get off on Lia's thigh loses their underwear or bra. Lia's choice." Alessia says.

Lia smirks. She takes off her panties and sets them off to the side and sits on the bed. “Do you guys keep your panties and boxers on? Or are you guys taking them off?" Lia asks.

Alessia smirks. "Take them off."

We blush and take off our panties and boxers. Alessia sits on Lia's leg. Lia smirks as she feels Lessi's juices on her thigh. Alessia bites her lip and slowly grinds against Lia's thigh and moans in pleasure. Lia bites her lip.

"Mm fuck baby. You're soaking wet." Lia says.

"S-Shut up." Alessia cutely stutters she moans and grinds against Lia's leg faster.

"There you go baby cum, cum all over my thigh." Lia says seductively.

Alessia moans and grinds against Lia's thigh faster. "Mmm fuck, I'm close." Alessia moans she roughly massages her tits and continues to grind against Lia's thigh.

"Let go slut. Let go and cum all over my thigh." Lia says seductively.

Alessia moans and continues to grind against Lia's thigh. After 5 more minutes Alessia moans loudly in pleasure, she and throws her head back and cums on Lia's thigh.

Lia smirks. "Good girl."

Alessia blushes and smiles, next up Is Steph. Steph moans as she slowly grinds Lia's thigh. Steph bites her lip and massages her tits. Katie had basically edged all of us with her strap so that's why all the girls are cumming within 5 minutes.

Lia smirks and bites her lip as she watches Steph grinds against her thigh. Steph massages her tits and grinds against Lia's thigh faster.

"G-Gah fuck feels so good." Steph moans.

Lia smiles. "Good girl, mmm you look so sexy grinding against my though." Lia says seductively.

After 5 more minutes Steph moans loudly in pleasure. "F-Fuck." Steph shouts in pleasure as she cums all over Lia's thigh.

Next up is Katie, then Beth, then Lotte, then Frida. I go next, I sit on Lia's thigh. Lia giggles. "Fuck baby, you're huge." Lia says.

"T-Thanks." I stutter.

Lia smirks, she bites her lip and watches me grind against her thigh. The girls moan and touch themselves as they watch me grind against Lia's thigh.

I moan and massage my tits roughly as I continue to grind against her thigh. Fuck I was throbbing and really needed a release. Lia smirks and bites her lip as my precum leaks out and drips onto her thigh.

"Cum daddy, bust your load all over my thigh." Lia says seductively.

I moan, I massage my tits and grinds against her thigh faster. I moan as I feel that familiar feeling in my balls. "Mmmm fuck, I'm close." I moan in pleasure after 5 more minutes I can't take it anymore.

I moan and cum like crazy. Cum spurts on Lia's thigh, cum shoots onto her abs, on her folds, and on her inner thigh. I moan as cum continues to ooze and spurt out. Lia bites her lip and giggles.

"That's it baby, let it out." Lia says.

I moan and come down from my high, the last of my cum oozing on Lia's thighs and on her folds and on the sheets. I moan, Lia smiles and kisses me. I smile against her lips and kiss back, I get off her thigh, Lia smirks and looks at Leah,

"Lose those panties baby." Lia says.

Leah blushes, she takes her panties off and tosses them off to the side. I look at Leah and smirk. "I meant what I said. The first one naked is gonna get eaten out by two girls of their choice and then fucked and Creampied by me." I say.

Leah blushes darkly. "C-Can I request Alessia and Katie to eat me out and have you fuck me and fill me up with your cum afterwards?" Leah cutely asks getting shy.

I smile and nod. "Of course."

Leah smiles and nods, she lays back on the bed and spreads her legs a bit. Alessia and Katie smirk and join Leah on the bed and lay between her legs.

*Leah's Pov*

I bite my lip as Katie and Alessia join me on the bed. I bite my lip and spread my legs giving them full access to my pussy. I moan and run my finger through Alessia's hair and grips the sheets as she kisses and sucks on my inner thighs and leaving hickys.

I moan and gasp as Katie spits on my pussy. Both her and Alessia begin licking my folds and eating me out. I moan loudly in pleasure, they look up and lock eyes with me as they eat me out.

"Mmmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Alessia and Katie continue to eat me out. Katie slips in a finger and slowly fingers me as she eats me out.

*Katie's Pov*

I slip in a finger and slowly finger Leah as me and Alessia eat her out. I feel Leah's legs slightly wrap around us. Leah's moans growing louder, I watch as her stomach begins to clench and flex at each movement of mine and Alessia's tongue, her chest rises and falls rapidly.

Leah moans loudly in pleasure. Leah shouts mine and Alessia's name. Leah breaks eye contact and throws her head back, her mouth wide open one fist gripping the sheets and the other fist gripping my hair. Leah cums all over mine and Lessi's face,

We let her use our mouths as she works through her orgasm and comes down from her high. Leah's legs shake in pleasure as we help her ride out her high.

Alessia and I lick and clean up her sticky mess, I slowly pull my fingers out of her, I lick and suck her juices off my fingers. Leah bites her lip and moans as she watched me lick and suck her juices off my fingers.

*Y/n's pov*

I smirk. "Alright ladies, thank you for getting her pussy ready for me." I say.

They blush and giggle. "You're welcome daddy." They both say.

I smile and kiss them both. They smile against my lips and kiss back. I smirk and tap their asses, they giggle and sit back down. I take off my shorts, shirt and boxers.

My dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement. Leah blushes darkly and checks out my dick. "Fuck daddy you're huge." Leah says.

The girls bite their lips as they also check out my length. I giggle and blush a bit at her comment. "Thank you baby girl." I say.

I look at Leah and smirk. "Get on all fours baby girl."

Leah blushes and smiles she does as I say and get on all fours. I join her on the bed and get behind her. "I'm gonna do you one better baby."

"Okay daddy." Leah says.

I grab her and lay back in reverse cowgirl. Her back was to my tits, I spread her legs a bit with mine. I tease her folds with my tip.

"Y-Y/n...Don't tease just put it in. Please baby I need you." Leah says begging.

I smirk and slowly slip my dick inside her. We both moan as she takes me deep inside her, I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

"Mmm so tight and warm." I moan.

Leah giggles. "Tell me when to move baby." I say.

Leah nods and takes a moment to adjust to my size. She moans and leans back against me. "M-Move." She's says.

I place my hands in her hips, I spread her legs a bit more with mine and slowly thrust up into her pussy. "Mmm fuck, right there ugh just like that." Leah moans.

I moan and thrust up onto her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Fuck her pussy felt so good. She had amazing grip, her pussy felt like heaven. Mmm so wet and warm.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight and warm." I moan.

I their up into her faster and harder. Leah screams in pleasure and grips the sheets. I make her look at me and make out with her, we both moan as I continue to bottom out in her pussy.

We break the kiss, and rest our heads against each other's. "Feels so too. Don't you dare fucking stop, don't you dare stop. We don't stop until you bust your massive load inside me." Leah moans.

I smirk. "Yeah slut? You want my cum deep inside you?" I ask teasing her.

"Yes give it to me. Give it to me. I've been such a good girl." Leah says.

We both moan as I thrust into her faster and harder. "Fuck I'm going to squirt." Leah screams in pleasure.

I smirk, I slap and tease her clit. Leah moans and shudders as I do this. Leah moans in pleasure and squirts, I smirk as I feel some of her juices go on my thigh. She moans and squirts on the blankets and sheets.

We both moan as I continue to thrust up into her faster and harder. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "L-Leah baby, I'm close." I moan.

"Me too. Don't stop, don't stop." Leah moans.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I rub her clit, with my thumb at a slightly fast pace.

My breathing gets heavier letting Leah know what i was close to cumming.

"Yes, cum in me. Cum in me." Leah moans.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel my balls tighten.

*Leah's 1st Creampie*

I can't take it anymore, I thrust up into her and bust my load deep inside her pussy. Leah moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white.

I slowly thrust up into her. I help Leah ride out her high, I slowly thrust up into her the last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her.

I moan and slowly pull out, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately pours out of her. Cum coats her folds, and drips onto the blankets and sheets.

"Mmm fuck there's so much. I feel so full with our cum inside me." Leah moans.

I smirk and kiss her one more time. "Let's continue playing the game." I say.

Leah smiles and nods, the girls giggle and agree. The girls were touching themselves as they watched me fuck Leah and fill her up with my seed.

We sit back down and continue playing the game. "Leah pick the next task baby." I say.

Leah nods and looks around the room. Leah looks at Steph and smirks. "Last one to strap Steph loses their panties or boxers and bra." Leah says.

To be continued in part 2!