#what I wouldn’t have given to have gotten these two beating the shit out of each other

[thewiglesswonder]

[sugaimhome]

back it up  - myg

pairing: producer yoongi x female reader (established relationship)

genre: smut, fluff

mdni!

summary: after a long day of work, yoongi tries to find a way to make the both of you relax, what better than recording your moans to go on his backing track. 

warnings: yoongi is lowkey a workaholic but will do anything for reader, spanking, overstimulation if you squint, unprotected sex, recording of moans, little bit of dry humping, dom! yoongi, dirty talk, they should totally get married, the softest yoongi ever

Yoongi was fed up with work. He’d woken up at the same time as you this morning, had gotten ready alongside you, he even had breakfast. He’d kissed you before you left, smacked you on the arse as you walked out the door. Then he tried to work. He had worked for ten hours and had nothing to show for it. Ten hours of reshaping the same song again and again, but it wasn’t right, would never be, there was something missing that he couldn’t quite figure out.

Sitting on the sofa, feet up just waiting to hug you the second you got in, Yoongi contemplated all of this. He thought about the missing part to the track, and how he would need to figure it out soon, the two of you relied on his income, without it you wouldn’t be able to afford this place. Yoongi didn’t want to let you down. He couldn’t seem to be able to move on from the song either, his brain was totally stuck on it.  

He’d show you. You, with no musical knowledge would have the answer. He’s shaking his leg anxiously when the door opens and you step in, your bags weighing you down completely. You'd taken more shifts. Because of him, because he couldn't sort his shit out. He rushes to you, taking your bags and kissing you on the forehead, if he had the choice, you'd never suffer that stupid job again. Selfless when it comes to Yoongi you ask "how did it go today?" an understanding smile on your face, this wasn't a ridicule it was a kind question, to show you cared, hadn't given up on him.

Instead of disappointing you, Yoongi takes your hand "I want to show you."

Your face lights up, he felt bad for giving you hope, but he was so convinced you knew the answer. You wash your hands, wiping them on the towel before following Yoongi upstairs. 

The genius lab sign seemed to be a little bit of a joke as he opened the door, he was no genius these days. But you had gotten him that sign, you trusted him. 

Leading you through the door, he takes prime seat on his chair, holding your waist to lead you onto his lap where he cages you between his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder to view his computer. Setting up the speakers, making sure they're not too loud for you after a long day at work, he pulls up the file. You look at it in awe, unsure how all the layers and levels work. Proudness consumed his body.

As the beat shakes the floor, Yoongi holds onto you tight. Pulling your ass onto his crotch, he leans back for a moment just to look at the way your bodies fitted together. When his voice starts playing over the track, he almost wants to turn it off straight away. There was no way this was good enough. You don't say a thing, only sucking in a breath when his laugh cuts all the music and vocals. That was a good reaction at least. He'd spent five hours getting that laugh right. You tap a foot to the beat, leaning back against him as you watch the track run across the screen. Yoongi is glad when it's over.

"Oh my goodness Yoongi,'' you say, and instantly Yoongi assumes the worst.

"It's bad?" He asks you, frowning.

"No! No! just so vulgar" You raise your eyebrows at him. You hadn't missed the sexual references. He hadn't intended for it to be so sexual but that's how it ended up. Maybe that's what was wrong with it. "I really like it, Yoongi, but maybe there's something missing?"

Damn. He's not mad, but he had hoped you would have more than that. "Maybe it's a beat or something in the backing track, considering it's so sexual, maybe it needs to be slower? or add more laughs in?" 

He looks at you wide eyed. "I like that idea." he kisses you on the neck "thank you for listening, love."

You almost melt into his touch, sighing as his hands caress your body. "Go have a shower, clean off and cool down, okay?" He says to you, "I've got a surprise for you when you come out."

You giggle, not knowing what this surprise was. Happy nonetheless, and Yoongi wonders what he did right to have a living ball of light like you to brighten his darkness. 

Walking away, swaying your hips on purpose Yoongi tries his very best to ignore you, focusing on his computer and slowing down his voice and the track. It was much better, but he would have to re-record his voice later, though it seems you were right. Though slower and definitely fitting the vibe better, the backing track now felt empty. He facepalms. He’d have to re-work the backing track and his vocals.

Just as he contemplates opening up his microphone, you appear in the doorway, hair wet, tits pressing against a thin nightgown you had put on after your shower. “Yoongi, need you to come hug me.” you say, and you would always come before his work, so leaving his computer and set up open he heads towards you. Grabbing you gently around the thighs he prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist. You do, and as you hug into his neck, he carries you down the stairs, being careful not to trip and hurt you. 

“Long day?” he asks, though fearful of your answer, your extra hours were proving to be the bane of his existence. 

“Just busy, would have been the same no matter how many hours I worked”

He’s laying back on the sofa now, letting you lay against his chest. “I am sorry” he admits, just saying what he had been thinking.

“Don’t apologise Yoongi, I really don’t mind” 

He strokes your hair, running a hand though the wet strands. He lived to comfort you. “I’ll sort it out soon, I promise.”

Yoongi knows he will do anything. “I would work 23 hours a day Yoongi, but as long as I got to spend the other hour with you, it would all be worth it.”

He really needed to sort his shit out. Though, until he could do that, he thought of another way to make it up to you. “Let me help you relax,” he says. All you do is hum, running a finger over his bicep. “Wanna make you feel good” In response to this, you move slightly against his crotch. Hissing, he shifts his hips to rub against your core. “Want you moaning around my cock.” 

You hum again, though this time it’s more of a moan. Heat rushes to his core.

“Whose cock are you gonna moan around?” he asks, halting his dry humping until you respond. 

“Gonna moan because of Yoongi.”

Proud, he starts moving again, then he freezes. Moaning. 

A slowed version of his song. With moaning in the background. Not a lot, but enough to make it obvious to someone who knew how to please, or had been pleased.

“Y//N” he says, and you whine. “How do you feel about recording your moans”

Instantly, your head snaps up to look him in the eyes. With your chin on his chest he can’t help but miss how tired you looked. “Huh”

“The song. I think that's the answer.”

“And you want my moans on the track?”

His eyebrows shoot upwards, “why wouldn’t I. You’re my girlfriend.” 

“My moans aren’t very pretty.” you tell him, and he wants to call you a fool.

“Your moans are the prettiest moans I have ever heard.” he says, rocking his hips back up into yours again, your eyes go wide.

“Yeah, we can record my moans, if you make me feel good enough.” you taunt him.

“Do you doubt my ability, love?” he replies to you, his little brat. You shake your head, suddenly compliment after your previous comment.

Carrying you back up stairs he kicks his foot against the genius lab door, it swings open as you grind yourself against him, your dress has ridden up and your smooth thighs are all he can see. God, he's so drunk on you, he hasn't yet figured out how he's going to do this though. He hits the microphone button with his hand, it opens up and a new recording starts. Now he needed to find a way to get you comfortable where the microphone would pick up on all your little sounds. "I'll be alright like this Yoongi" You tell him when you see him faffing about.

Here, is bent over the microphone, mouth practically on the soft foam, legs slightly open, hands on the desk in front of you. "Fuck this is hot" he tells you, instantly dropping to his knees and lifting your dress up around your waist.

As always, when he sees your cunt, his jaw drops to the flaw. You are so beautiful. He would always be amazed when he saw you. Then it hits him that you're not wearing any pants. "Little slut" he calls you and he watches you shift on your feet.

"Only for you, Yoongi." You respond and Yoongi is more turned on than he'd like to admit when he realises all of this will be recorded, not just your moans but your words for him. Knelt on the ground behind you, he watches your entrance glisten as he parts you with his fingers. 

"So wet for me Y/N"

Moaning in response, you struggle to hold yourself up as he presses one finger against your clit and one against your entrance, slowly pushing it inside of you. Your body makes squelching sounds as he enters another finger, then fucks them into you. Every time he pushes back into your pussy the wetness can be heard throughout the room, the sound definitely picked up by the microphone. Yoongi just sits and watches your ass jiggle everytime his palm presses against it. When you begin to uncontrollably moan, he stops, knowing you're close to orgasm.

"Yoongi-" you begin.

"You know the rules, only around my cock" he says, standing up and gripping your waist to press his clothed, hard cock against your ass.

He unzips his trousers, pulling them down and stepping out of them, his cock bounces up and hits him in the stomach. Yoongi hisses through his teeth at the freedom. 

There was no way he was going to give you the satisfaction of fucking you straight away, so he presses his palm against the soft flesh of your ass, squeezing it in his hand. He raises it into the air and brings it back down quickly.

He would find a space in his song for the sound of his hand hitting your ass, and the moan you let out even if he had to redo it completely. Smoothing his hand over the reddened skin he comforts you until the skin has calmed down, then he does the same on the other side. The sound music to his ears. This time, your moan is almost a short confined scream. Damn.

He'd have this recording to play back for himself whenever he wanted. At the tip of his fingers. He slaps your ass three more times on each side, sending you flying forward each time until there's tears falling down your face.

"Are you okay, my love, do you need to use the safe word?" He asks, his number one concern is always how you were feeling with the situation, but you shake your head, happy to carry on.

The weight of his dick in his hand is a gentle release, he was immensely hard and horny and desperately needed to be buried to the hilt inside your cunt. "All this cunt just for me."

"I'm all for you Yoongi." You sigh, compliant to his need to possess you, to make sure the world knew you were his. As an artist, he had to share many moments of his private life, but he would never share you. He grabs your waist, his nails digging crescents into your skin. His cock rests against your ass, sitting snugly between your reddened cheeks. He could orgasm just like this, but it wasn't about him, it was all about you. It was always about you. 

Gripping the base of his cock he glides it though your folds, you sigh, moaning into the microphone. Everytime he entered you, even if he did it three times a day, would be exactly like the first time for him. The two of you were made for each other, he fits inside of you so well and you squeezed his cock so wonderfully. He felt so comfortable inside of you, and he knew that you felt the same. "Fucking hell, I love you Y/N" is all he can manage to say before he's thrusting his hips into you, deep and slow, threading a hand though your hair to make sure he could hit the deepest spots inside of you. This was making love roughly, the way he held you so hard it hurt, compared to the gentle but deep thrusts of his cock against your walls. Everytime he bottoms out, you moan sweetly into the microphone, he almost forgot that that's what all of this was about. Your moans on his track everyone would know you were his.

He fucks you deeper, loving the way your pussy fluttered around his cock, he could tell you were close, moaning every time he pushes into you. “Are you gonna cum around my cock?” he asks, dying to feel you milk him of his cum. When you don’t reply, he spanks your ass once, kneading the skin afterwards.

“I’m close Yoongi” you moan “I love your cock.”

That was going on the track. Maybe he’d change professions and become a porn star. 

When you cum, you let out such a guttural moan he’s not sure if it's the most perfect moan to add to his track, or if it's just too vulgar, you weren’t over exaggerating as you came around him, your walls clenching him into your pussy as he came as well, shooting his cum as deep into your pussy as he could manage. He pulls out, loving the way both of your juices coated his cock. “Even our cum looks good together.” 

He can tell you’re still feeling your orgasm, so he reaches up and slaps you on the pussy once, you flinch, shooting forward on the table and complaining “sensitive” 

This only made Yoongi laugh. “Come on, lets get you tucked up into bed huh” he says, walking past the microphone and clicking the save button before he picks you up bridal style and walks the two of you across the hallway to your room. 

“Need a hug” you mumble, kissing at his jawline.

“I’m not going anywhere.” 

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[cryoniide]

could you do a house x male reader where reader is also struggling through a drug addiction to the point they overdose, and house wonders why they arent responding gets mad at them but then finds out reader is in the hospital due to the OD? angsty comfort? sorry im struggling at the moment and this sounds nice, i understand if its a bit too serious to write about tho

of course i can, i tried my best sorry if it isn’t exactly what you want, i can redo it if needed ^^

i’m here now

gregory house x male reader

it was monday, a universal day that was hated by everyone. why? no one really knows. but, today was a very bad day for y/n l/n. he was an employee at princeton-plainsboro teaching hospital. he was under the finest doctor there, dr. gregory house. now, no one knew why the boy wanted to work with the drug addicted sadist. no one but him. his reasoning? because him and dr. house have one thing in common. drug addiction.

for y/n, it started when he was in high school. he had a shitty childhood which continued into his teen years. only when he found drugs had he found peace. but, as the years progressed, so did his addiction. it’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t even remember a time he was sober, besides the weeks leading up to his every-6-month checkups, which were the closest thing to hell on earth.

but, why was it a shitty day for y/n? well, he had given the wrong diagnosis, and got called an idiot for almost killing a patient. he missed breakfast. got his lunch stolen by his boss. but, the worst thing of all was that there was a new patient. someone from his past. someone he never, ever, wanted to see again. his mother. when he saw her, he turned around.

‘fuck this shit.’

after that, no one saw him the whole day. it was only a few hours after y/n left when house started to get angry.

“how dare that brat leave right after we get assigned a case!” he complained to wilson, who rolled his eyes in response, “have you tried, i dont know, asking him?” wilson replied, not bothering to look up from the folder in his hand.

the whole day, house toyed with the patient to release his frustrations. to be homest, he was starting to get less angry and more worried. he made an excuse saying that y/n is the sharpest one on the team and that the rest of them can’t function without him. when, in reality, house was the one that couldn’t function. wilson was the only one who knew why house was actually worried. why? well, the two sort of have a..romantic relationship.

he tried reaching him. call after call after call, but it all went straight to voicemail. after treating the patient, house found out it was y/n’s mom. he was about to go to his lovers home, when he got a page.

‘room 202, now.’

it was from lisa. he rushed down to the room, seeing the unconscious body of his lover. he rushed to his side grabbing y/n’s hand and looking up at the cuddy. “he overdosed…on oxycodone.”

‘fuck.’ house thought.

how could he had let this slip past him? how could he have not noticed that you were suffering all this time? he wanted to beat himself up over this, but he knew you wouldn’t want that. so he waited, sitting in the chair and watching your vitals all night. he didn’t want to risk losing someone so close to him. not again.

you woke up the next day, your head pounding and your feelings all over the place. you were glad to be alive but, god you wish you weren’t. “y/n?” you turned to the voice, seeing greg sitting next to you. he looked miserable, the bags under his eyes darker than they were before. “are you okay? why didn’t you tell me?” you didn’t say anything. to be honest, you wish you could’ve told him. that you were suffering. that you wanted help. needed help. but, it wasn’t easy to admit you were an addict.

“i know it’s hard, but please, talk to me.” you looked in his eyes. he was worried. genuinely worried. right there, tears escaped your eyes, streaming down your face. he got up, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. “it’s okay, y/n. i’m here, now. you’re safe, i promise.”

a/n; I HOPE THIS IS OKAY. i tried my best. again, loveeee writing angst, decided to throw in a sad lil backstory hope you dont mind and i hope you enjoyed. on a serious note, if any of you are struggling with addiction, please don’t be afraid to talk to someone and get help, even if its with a friend at first. i have a family member who’s an alcoholic, and i know it isnt the same as drugs but it hurts me to see that person going down this path. i worry that one day they aren’t gonna be here anymore and i really dont want that to be soon. so please, talk to someone, anyone, and don’t be afraid to ask for help <33 you are loved and cared for i promise

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Fanart by @863ham

Did I Pass The Test?

Additional tags: Blood and Violence, Bloody Kisses, First kiss(kinda), pre-blind Johnny Cage

Summary: Bi-Han wanted to test Johnny's fighting abilities, so he wrote a fake fan letter luring Johnny to the forest.

Or coldstar's first kiss.

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Bi-Han scaled a tree with ease, positioning himself within its branches, hidden both by the leaves and the cool dark of night. Everyone else at the academy would be asleep by now but Bi-Han waited like an owl for the mouse to show it's face under the moonlight. If they had gotten away and could follow the guiding instructions on the letter right, Johnny should be arriving soon.

Right on cue, Bi-Han detected the unsubtle crashing of foliage and footsteps. A flashlight beam cut through the dark as Johnny's one guiding light. Bi-Han retreated further into the tree, widening his eyes to take in more light as he stared down.

"Shit, this place is creepy," Johnny huffed, ducking under a low-hanging branch.

His flashlight scanned the small clearing, finally landing on the large boulder amidst it. Johnny let out a low whistle, coming up to it for a better look. "Oh, wow. That monk wasn’t kidding. This thing really does look like an elephant’s face. Hah, and it’s gray too."

The flashlight turned around, sweeping in a circle. It wasn’t very powerful but it did provide some decent light to the area. Not that Johnny would be able to hold on to it much longer.

"Um, hello? I’m here…" Johnny called, tilting his head to listen for signs of the imaginary monk who had written the letter.

Johnny didn’t know how long he really wanted to wait out in the creepy woods. It wasn’t exactly the middle of nowhere, given how close it was to the academy. But the way the trees loomed only set Johnny on edge the longer he had to bask in their spindly, reaching branches.

Sure, he was a star but he would like a bit more light than just stars. Though the moon was quite bright itself. It looked full tonight and was quite the sight to behold.

Johnny turned the flashlight up as he too looked to the sky, looking at that big eye in the sky. But when his flashlight caught the treetops in it's beam, he was met with two extra eyes than normal.

Johnny and Bi-Han stared silently for just a moment, Johnny's mouth dropping open, blinking in disbelief, as if he could open his eyes again and the ghost would be gone. Bi-Han, equally dismayed at being caught before he could unleash his surprise attack, stayed with his hands still poised together, about to form an icicle.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Johnny broke the stalemate with a shout, complete disbelief showing on his face where Bi-Han could see past the light shining on him.

Taking that as his cue, Bi-Han finished his motions, a long and sharp dagger of ice forming in his hands and quickly leaving them planting itself violently into the ground just at Johnny’s feet. Johnny jumped back, the light in his hands trembling as he shakily pointed the flashlight at it.

"Holy shit Sub-Zero, you could have killed me!", he was so shocked he couldn’t even muster up a silly nickname. Good, Bi-Han thought, he’s taking this seriously.

"That is the plan," Bi-Han growled, dropping from the tree and landing in a crouch.

He stalked predatory towards Johnny, who continued to back up, holding out the flashlight like it was his only defense. "You fell so easily for my ploy. Did you not ever think to check the authenticity of the letter’s writer before so easily straying from safety?"

"I figured of all fans a monk wouldn’t be one of the crazy’s-" Johnny defended, trying to keep his distance while Bi-Han circled him. "I know how upset you are about 'us', but we can talk this out, right?"

"I grew tired of your talk a long ago," Bi-Han snapped. He stomped his foot into the ground, sending up pillars of ice and breaking off a staff from one. "Now we will fight with real stakes. If you beat me, I will never bother you again."

Johnny clenched his fist. He knew running was not an option here. Setting the flashlight to the ground gingerly to shed some light on the battleground, he dared to ask, "And if you win?"

Both already knew Bi-Han's answer. "I will kill you."

Johnny sucked in a breath, trying to steady himself. He had always imagined that Bi-Han might get angry enough to murk him, but he had never thought it would actually happen! He figured being Earthrealm’s defender and Liu Kang’s little backup squad put some restrictions on the guy.

Although it also wasn’t too hard to imagine they were going a little off the book. Either way, he needed to win, and he had a feeling it was going to be a lot harder than it was at Cage Manson.

Bi-Han reveled in knowing he was going to get to beat the man, his joy only sightly dampened knowing he couldn’t match against them with his real strength. He just wanted to get the man scared enough to think they were going to die, not actually lose their life.

Bi-Han pointed at Johnny with a glare, seeing the man still trying to keep a distance. "Fight!" He demanded.

Bi-Han hurled the staff he had made first, then a compacted ball of ice at Johnny, who swiftly threw himself to the side in a dodge for both. Bi-Han attempted another throw but Johnny had closed the distance with impressive speed.

He shot out his foot for a kick, but Bi-Han ducked, rolling under it and grabbing their thigh still in the air, throwing them down. Johnny rolled on the ground as Bi-Han attempted to stomp on them. Johnny managed to save his own ribs from a crushing blow and slammed his foot into Bi-Hans as they bent over him.

It sent the ice man back a few paces, enough for Johnny to get back on his feet. Bi-Han flew forward, though, striking out with punches. Johnny blocked what he could while sending back his own strikes. Both landed hits, but Johnny felt the most blows, his head lolling back after a particularly strong hit.

Bi-Han dropped to the ground, sliding on a sheet of ice he formed to knock their feet out from under them. Johnny toppled but was quick to use it to his own advantage, angling his knee to land roughly against Bi-Han, knocking up against their chin.

Bi-Han let out a grunt from the damage while Johnny used his position on top of the other to deliver more strikes. Continuing his assault, he pummeled the man until Bi-Han managed to catch his wrists and press his knees against his stomach, pushing up and flipping Johnny over Bi-Han onto his back. His breath was briefly knocked from him as he landed, and he only watched helplessly as Bi-Han appeared over him.

Johnny closed his eyes with a yell, holding an arm over his head in a cowering block. Bi-Han huffed in irritation, gripping their hand with a freezing grasp and tearing it away from Johnny’s face. "That was far too easy. You didn’t even try to push back this time." He slammed his fist into the ground on the side of their head. "Pathetic."

Bi-Han retracted, giving space to the other fighter and moving back into a starting stance. "Again!" He demanded.

Johnny sat up and Bi-Han could tell his face was red from embarrassment. Good. They should be.

The humiliation made Johnny better as they sought to prove themself against the harsh words Bi-Han had delivered. They both fought with conviction, time freezing in the woodsy arena so that all they could focus on was each other.

"Argh-" Bi-Han grunted as a foot connected with his head, swaying to the side in disorientation.

Another hit slammed into his stomach, then Johnny spun, using his elbows to dig into Bi-Han before finishing with a strong back kick that sent Bi-Han to the floor.

Johnny was on him at once, lifting his leg again for another kick but Bi-Han covered a layer of ice over himself, rolling away as the freezing clone remained in his place.

The ice shattered as Johnny kicked the fake Bi-Han's eyebrows, lifting in surprise as the ice shot up from his foot, covering the other in a thin layer that froze them to the spot. Bi-Han barked a short laugh as got to his feet, kicking out himself to slam into the frozen Johnny. The ice shattered and it sent him backwards, the sharp ice causing a few bloody cuts.

They were both bloody by this point, a trickle of crimson running from Bi-Han's nose and in other spots while Johnny's knuckles left their own bloody imprints on Bi-Han, farther tearing the actors skin each time he punched.

The rough terrain of the forest ground didn’t help cushion the blows either. Each time one of them was knocked down, pieces of sticks, roots and pebbles would poke and scrape them. Each had also taken several turns of being slammed up against the large elephant shaped boulder as well.

Both were tiring though, slowing but surely losing their energy. They had been at it for what felt like forever, constantly exchanging blows and, at times, words. Mostly just Bi-Han egging Johnny on, who would occasionally shout back his joy whenever he managed a particularly good blow against Bi-Han.

More than an hour must have passed and Bi-Han had to compliment Johnny on his stamina. But he had a snaking suspicion this would be the last round before Bi-Han forced Johnny to concede.

Bi-Han circled the actor, both huffing from exertion and Johnny weakly put his hands up. "Come at me." He taunted but none of his usual mock was in it, Johnny too focused on getting his breathing under control.

"Do not ask for what you can not handle." Bi-Han retorted.

Johnny and Bi-Han pushed against each other, their arms locked together in a stalemate. Bi-Han grit his teeth, and slid his arm to the side, bringing Johnny's with it to lower his guard and send a jab into his cheek.

Johnny huffed and sent back his own punches. He brought a knee up quickly, slamming into Bi-Han's stomach and following through with a grab at the sides of Bi-Han’s head, bringing Bi-Han's face down into his knee.

Bi-Han stumbled but pinwheeled his arms as a makeshift weapon formed from his ice, splitting over the top of Johnny’s skull. That one hit a bit harder than he intended but it was getting harder and harder for Bi-Han to hold back. It just felt so good to go in a match against the actor.

Johnny bounced back, reared back, and sent an uppercut into Bi-Han, forcing him to retreat briefly.

Bi-Han shook off the disorientation and threw out several balls of ice. Johnny dodged all but the last, stumbling as he turned to quickly from the previous and fell right into the other. It struck him sharply, spreading ice over his arm. Johnny shook and clawed at the iced over arm, trying to free himself and Bi-Han rushed forward, sliding forward on a path of ice. Bi-Han jabbed into their chest with several pointed hits.

Johnny kicked him squarely, sending Bi-Han back a few paces. He looked up and found Johnny had already managed to get closer, kicking him again. Bi-Hans’ stomach contracted from the force, his lungs spamming for a moment. Johnny tried the kick a third time but Bi-Han caught him by the ankle instead, throwing him to the ground with it.

"Don’t be so predictable." he snarled.

"Yeah? Predict this!" Johnny growled back, darting forward.

Bi-Han expected a punch and put up his arms to block. But instead, Johnny dropped down, though not for a kick. Bi-Hanc's eyes widened as he looked down through his guard. Johnny’s legs spread as easily as a ballerina performing a pirouette but without any of the fluttery grace. Dropping into the splits, Johnny punched Bi-Han right in the crotch.

Bi-Han choked, his knees buckling as he dropped to the ground in pain, clutching at the front of his pants.

Johnny looked mighty proud of himself, crossing his arms and chuckling.

An angry red flashed in Bi-Han’s vision and with a violent strike out he threw out ice that froze Johnny's feet to the ground. Bi-Han got to his feet while Johnny struggled to break free from the ice. Johnny only had time to glance up before Bi-Han had a powerful foot against his ribs. Johnny was sent flying and Bi-Han lowered his leg into a normal stance.

He waited for Johnny to get back up.

And he waited.

Johnny remained face down on the ground, body giving slight twitches.

"Fuck…" Bi-Han growled lowly. That kick had been much stronger than he wanted and he feared he might have actually killed the man.

He jogged towards the man and dropped to the ground. Quickly and gingerly, he rolled over the man, turning Johnny onto his back. His eyes were closed but mouth open, clearly breathing. Bi-Han sighed his own breath of relief. He ran a hand over Johnny’s chest, feeling over his ribs.

"Did you break one?" Johnny wheezed, cracking open his eyes.

Bi-Han glanced at Johnny, his stern face relaxing. "No. Your alright."

Bi-Han pushed an arm under Johnny's back, sitting him up, his hand still resting gently on Johnny’s chest. He looked down at the bloody and bruised man, who still managed to smile at Bi-Han, showing off their bloody mouth. Bi-Han’s chest swelled, adrenaline still fueling him as he brought a hand to his face, removing his mask.

He took in a deep breath of the woodsy night air, unburdened by the mask. Gently, he brought a hand up to Johnny's face, tilting it slightly as he leaned down. Bi-Han pressed his lips against Johnny's, gentle at first, before it became more pressing.

Johnny groaned, whining into Bi-Han’s mouth, who pressed deeper. Bi-Hans tongue swiped out briefly, licking up some of the blood that stained Johnnys teeth and lips. Bi-Han breathed out cold air against Johnny, the crystalline breath making Johnny's mouth feel a bit dryer.

"So… your not actually going to kill me. Are you?" Johnny asked, still pulled in close to Bi-Han. His eyes drifted back and forth from the ninja’s eyes to their lips.

Bi-Han shook his head. "It was merely a test." Johnny gave thanks by imitating his own kiss, pressing against Bi-Han with a huffing moan. Whether it was pain or pleasure was anyone’s guess. Probably both.

Johnny managed to smile as he parted their lips. "That’s good. It would have really sucked if you killed me. So… did I pass the test?" Johnny asked, tilting his head back to lean into Bi-Hans’ arm.

"You are not totally useless, Cage." Bi-Han said.

Johnny managed another laugh that turned into a cough, his arm coming up weakly to grab Bi-Hans’ front to steady himself. "That’s also really good, because I think I’m going to pass out."

Bi-Han raised his eyebrows. Perhaps Johnny should go into a carnival sideshow as a psychic because the actor did, in fact, pass out into Bi-Han, his body going slack.

Bi-Han gently lay the actor back down. Retrieving the actor’s flashlight first and tucking it away, he moved into a squat next to the man. He moved his arms under Johnny and dragged him up and slung Johnny over both shoulders.

It was still late in the night. As long as Bi-Han was quick and silent, no one would see him carrying the injured Johnny back into the academy. That would certainly be very hard to explain. Especially since Bi-Han was taking them to his bedroom.

----AUTHOR'S NOTE---

Yup, the coldstar kiss happened after a fight. Next I'mma write about Johnny's revival and training and in Seido(will be separate) and the Johnshi and Coldstar reunion(canonical to my HCs and fictional to my HCs)

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Need You Tonight

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Black!girlfriend!reader

Summary: You’re trying to give your boyfriend his Christmas present. If only he didn’t have company.

Warnings: minors dni, smut, oral, missionary sex

A/N: ngl the endings a little rushed cuz I really wanted to put this out. Titled after Need You Tonight by American Would have been out sooner but work was a lot this season. Anyway. Merry Christmas and happy holidays. This is unedited 🫣 Please like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜✌🏾)

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Your friends had been right. What the hell was wrong with you. Here you were seeing a great guy like Steve and sure the two of you had agreed to take things slow but your vibrator was not cutting it now.

Besides you had no idea what to get him and your friends had talked you into this red lingerie set. About what a great gift it’d be for him while you were out Christmas shopping. And then you ended up spilling it all that it hadn’t happened yet.

And they looked at you like you were crazy.

You get it, but with Steve things didn’t need to be about sex. He wanted to take it as slow as you needed.

He’d been the perfect gentleman. Never asking you for too much. Willing to wait until the right time to take things to next levels. Honestly it was kind of nice to take all that pressure off, but you had needs. And you knew he could fulfill them.

So why keep beating around the bush.

Honestly this was something you’d always wanted to do. Steve was the kind of guy that deserved this energy. Was definitely the kind of guy you could see yourself settling down with. The kinda man that you could take him to mom and even she’d swoon. The kinda man you saved the big piece of chicken for.

And your pussy was tired of you pretending like you didn’t want him to touch you.

Maybe you shouldn’t have given into it. On one hand scared that you’d embarrassed yourself. Then on the other you were so horny that all you could think was fuck it. You’d gone slow enough by now.

Besides there was snow on the ground and all you wanted was for him to hold you as soon as the snow touched the ground. Then you kept thinking about him going from being his sweet self to something else entirely and now you couldn’t get it out of your head.

So now you were swallowing as you worked up the nerve to knock on his door. Dressed in way too little for the kind of weather that was outside telling yourself that you could so do this even if it meant freezing your nipples off. You could so seduce Captain America. No big deal.

You looked around making sure no one else could see you. Butterflies doing tricks in your stomach as you waited for him. Not like you didn’t know he was home.

“Y/N?” He asked. Surprised to see you when he opened the door. Especially to be standing in front of him wearing a trench coat. Stilettos on your feet. Makeup and hair done to perfection.

Obviously his first instinct was to think that maybe he forgot about something. Not helping it as he looked you up from head to toe. A girl like you standing on his doorstep at a time like this. He wanted to make sure he hadn’t gotten his schedule mixed up.

“Hey,” you replied, with a smile. “Sorry to drop by unannounced, but-,”

Steve relaxed a little when he realized it wasn’t that he’d missed anything. So he cut you off to say, “No, no. You’re always welcome here. You know that,” he said. Still not able to tear his eyes away from how fucking stunning you looked.

No he had to have missed something.

But honestly you were feeling kind of weird because yeah Steve was a really attractive man. Always well-groomed and polite, but also you could smell his cologne which was intoxicating.

If he wasn’t expecting you why did he look so good.

No. Steve wasn’t like that. By now he’d asked you to be his girlfriend and everything. You were official. He wouldn’t just do that. Right? Not when you’d been gushing to all your friends about him. Not when he’d been the first guy you’d ever gotten comfortable with. Shit this was not a good idea.

Well that was until he pulled you into a hug. Leaning down to press a quick kiss onto your lips. Like he was trying to be careful to not get your lipstick on him.

“You look really fucking pretty,” he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “I didn’t miss a date or anything, right?” He asked.

“No,” you replied looking up at him with your chin on his chest his arms snuggly around you. “I just wanted to see you,” you said. “I’m sorry if this is a bad time.”

Steve furrowed his brow before kissing your forehead. “I mean… it’s not the best time,” he replied with a chuckle.

“Oh,” you said. “Well, I’m sorry to interrupt.”

Once again looking to make sure none of his neighbors could see you.

“Baby, it’s ok. I’m always happy to see you.”

He was just acting so normal even if anxiety was taking it’s course. It was now or never either way. “I just… I was thinking about some stuff and I…” you were trying to sound all husky and sexy and holy fuck you were hoping you were selling it, “wanted to give you your Christmas present early.”

Getting ready to undo the tie around your waist. Now or never. Now or never. Now or never.

“Wait, Babe, I-,” he started, stopping as the coat fell open. Exposing the lingerie you were wearing underneath. Steve not able to stop his jaw from dropping as he got a good look at you. Breasts confined to a red bra with a matching thong. Garter belt around your thighs.

He’d never seen that much of you. So to be seeing it like this… goddamn. Almost made him forget what he was going to say, which was a shame as he heard Tony says, “Well, damn, Cap, I didn’t know it was going to be that kind of party.”

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Tony was way too giddy for someone whose eyes almost got plucked out by a super solider a minute ago. Telling him to fuck off before stepping outside so he could close to door behind him.

Especially when you turned to cover yourself. A gasp leaving your lips from the shock. Putting your hand to your mouth as the embarrassment seeped in.

At first Steve just wrapped his arms around you. Hugging you from behind. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he cooed into your ear. “It’s okay. You didn’t know, Sweetheart.”

As if that made it any better.

“Look at me,” he told you after a few moments even though you really didn’t want to. Not with your eyes probably looking all hazy now. “I’m serious it’s okay. Tony knows I’ll fuck him up if he says anything.”

“But he saw… everything,” you groaned, crinkling your nose. Not feeling any less mortified.

Steve chuckled. “At least you look good?”

“Really?” You asked, biting your lip. Finally turning around in his arms.

“Oh, you look really good. Can’t believe you got all dressed up like this for me.” He put his hand under your chin so you have to look up at him. “What brought this on?” He asked.

“I’m just… tired of waiting,” you said.

Steve tilted his head to the side and smiled. “Yeah? Don’t worry, Baby. I’ve been feeling the same way.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Of course,” he replied. “All I’ve been thinking about lately, but I didn’t wanna push you.”

“It’s okay,” you replied. “You could’ve I wouldn’t have been mad.”

“Don’t worry, Baby. We’ve got time to make up for it.” He sighed, a content smile spreading onto his lips. “You wanna join us?”

Honestly you weren’t sure if you could face Tony. Fucking Iron Man of all people had just seen you half naked trying to surprise his teammate.

“Don’t worry about Tony,” he tried to assure you once again. “Besides, you’ll finally be able to meet everyone. Well almost everyone.”

Not that this is the way you’d imagined it. And while you’d rather crawl into a hole and die than face them, you really did wanna be close to Steve right now.

“Well… okay,” you replied.

Steve kissed the side of your head, grabbing your hand.

The apartment had been decorated by the two of you. Steve happy to let you decide what went there. At your place you were sharing with your roommates and couldn’t just take it all over, but he didn’t give a shit. He was happy to have you do whatever you desired.

Tony had even commented on it when he walked in. Surprise to see his friend’s home so festive.

As soon as you got in, there was Tony with a smirk on his face. Ready to toss out some smart remark. Steve cutting his eyes at him like he was dating him to open his mouth.

“Guys, this is Y/N. My girlfriend. Y/N, this is everyone.”

“Oh my gosh! Finally! We’ve been asking when he was gonna bring around the girl that’s been stealing him away from us,” Natasha shot up so she could pull you into a hug.

“I can see why,” Tony remarked with a snort.

If looks could kill he’d definitely be six feet under with the way Steve looked at him. ‘Shut the fuck up,’ he mouthed.

Tony’s jaw dropped because it wasn’t often he could push Cap this hard. On one hand not wanting to make this any worse, but who was he kidding. He was Tony Stark of course he wanted to make it worse.

He’d just never seen Rogers so possessive. Not that he could really blame him. Tony would have been ready to fight someone too if he had a girl like you showing up like that ready to keep him warm in the middle of winter.

Could see the whole good girl thing going on despite what he had seen previously. Of course the golden boy would be into that. Sweet on the outside but only an inside he was allowed to have.

Besides Natasha was absolutely gushing over you. Had been trying to set him up for how long? And then he finally gets with someone and she’s had to wait to meet you. Of course she was going to gush.

“Hi, Sam. Bucky,” you greeted them as the two got up to say hello.

Natasha gasped. “Wait! You guys got to meet her before me? Steve!”

“They were with me when we met!” He protested.

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. We so need more girls around. Wanda, Pepper, and I can only take so much,” she said.

“We’re not that bad,” Sam protested. “Just Tony,” he added, who’d started ignoring them to pay attention to the fight again. “And, Bucky can be a handful.”

“At least I’m not going around harassing people with my metal bird,” Bucky retorted.

“Redwing is family! The sooner everyone understands that the better off we’ll all be.”

“See what I have to put up with,” Natasha said.

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It was pretty fun hanging out with them. Watching Steve get all hyped up with them. Something was kind of sexy about watching him like this.

But still you just wanted to spend time with him. Alone. And this trench coat was not ideal for this kind of setting.

“You okay, Baby?” He asked into your ear after awhile seeing the way you kept trying to make sure your tie was fully closed.

“Yeah,” you answered looking up at him with a smile. While comfortable still a little nervous since you were just sitting here in a trench coat with barely anything underneath.

“Are you cold?” He asked into your ear.

“A little,” you replied.

“Sorry,” he whispered, before kissing your cheek. “Too bad I can’t be warming you up right now.”

You found yourself biting your lip at that. Look up at him through your lashes before he swiped his lips across yours really quick. “Hey, hey, hey, other people are around,” Tony said, snapping his fingers. “Put your hands where we can see ‘em.”

You raised your hands up, but Steve just rolled his eyes before standing up. “Be right back,” he replied, grabbing your hand.

“Hurry back, it’s almost the main event,” Natasha said.

Okay good. It was almost over. Then you could get to the part you’d come over for.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Sam remarked.

Steve was blushing as he grabbed you be your hips so he could lead you away. Down the hall towards his bedroom. “Sorry about them,” he said when they were out of earshot.

“No it’s sweet,” you replied. Steve put his hand on the small of your back. Trying to keep himself from going further down to your ass.

It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t messed around. You’d gotten close to having sex but it was like… he doesn’t know. Something always stopped them. Like they were waiting to savor it. No wonder you’d gotten so sick of it and just came over here like this.

His poor girl had wanted to surprise him. Had wanted him to take care of you fully. Instead you got a room full of his friends ragging on him when he could have been kissing you all over.

Now you were sitting on his bed as he dug through the drawer to find a sweatshirt for you to wear.

“Here, Baby,” he replied, handing it to you.

You stood up to tug at the tie around your waist. Letting it fall from your body. Steve’s jaw dropped as he looked up and down your body.

Would he be a bad host if he told everyone to get the fuck out.

Before you could fully shrug off your coat, Steve grabbed you by your waist. Wrapped his arms around you in a snug embrace. Your lingerie covered breasts pressing into his chest. “Fuck. I almost want you to keep it on,” he said. “Maybe we can have a do over.”

“Mhm,” you replied. “I’ll just make sure to warn you next time.”

“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise,” he said.

“I just didn’t know what to get you and then my friends freaked when I told them we’ve never had sex.” You laughed.

“Ohhh so you’re my present?” He asked with a smirk. “Damn. Maybe I should just open you up.”

Steve was ready to kiss you again, except as soon as his lips touched yours there was a knock on the door. “Fights on!” Bucky said through the door. Steve able to hear Sam snickering through the door.

“We’ll be right out,” he replied with a sigh. Fucking cockblocks.

You giggled and it only made him want to say fuck it even more. Throw you on the bed and devour you. “Come on,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck. “Really want me to keep it on?” You asked him.

“I want you to be comfortable,” he said. “Besides. I like seeing you in my clothes.” Then his eyes went down to your boobs. “Fuck,” he said under his breath.

“We better get back out there,” you said.

Ugh he couldn’t wait for everyone to be gone.

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“No! What the fuck!” Tony groaned, throwing his head back as his guy went down. “You’re fucking kidding me!”

Sam on the other hand was positively giddy. Happy as hell to take home a bet against the billionaire.

“We’re going to see you at Christmas dinner, right?” Natasha said as they all said their goodbyes.

You looked up at Steve who smiled down at you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He’d already been asking you if you wanted to join them. Had wanted to spend your first Christmas as a couple together of course, but you’d been on the fence having been nervous to meet everybody.

“Yeah I think it’ll be fun,” you answered.

Steve didn’t want to make it obvious that he was trying to hurry them out. Because as soon as the door closed he was right there. Picking you up so you had to wrap your legs around his waist. Not even saying a word as he kissed you. Large hands coming to grip at your ass.

Your lips worked against his. Hands clawing at those broad shoulders. Moaning into his mouth. Only pulling away so he could pull his shirt off.

There was this hunger that the two of you never got to have before that was definitely there now. Finding yourself unable to stop now that you’d started. Wanted him to touch you all over. Can’t believe you’d waited this long in the first place.

Something about you taking the initiative. He’d been trying to take it slow. Protect your honor and shit. Wait until you were ready.

Had been picturing rose petals and shit. Maybe he’d take you somewhere nice. Wine and dine you first. You probably would have gotten all dressed up.

That’s okay. They could do that another time. Right now he just didn’t wanna stop putting his lips all over you. “Fuck, Steve,” you gasped as he kissed along your thighs.

Was down on his knees ready to worship you. Something about you being the one to initiate it was making him want to.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Can’t believe you dressed all up for me,” he groaned. “Look so beautiful. Can’t wait to finally make love to you, Baby. Can I taste you?”

“Yes,” you cried.

Fuck he was in heaven with his face between your thighs. Couldn’t get enough. Especially as his tongue touched your clit. Was addicted to all the sounds you were making as his tongue worked it.

For all the time he thought about doing this to you, doing it was so much better. The fucking noises you were making. The way you tried to grind your tight little hole against his face only for him to pin you down by your hips to stop you.

“It’s too much,” you ended up whining.

Steve laughed into you. Seeing your desperation. The way your eyes had started to glaze over. The way your bottom lip poked out. Fuck you looked so fucking pretty.

“Come on. I know you can take me. It’s okay,” he said, pulling away for a second. He put his lips on your stomach this time. Fingers gripping your hips still. Your chest heaving up and down.

“Too much,” you repeated as your chest heaved up and down.

Steve just chuckled before leaning up so he could peck your lips. “Come on, Baby. You can take it. How are you gonna take my dick if you can’t even take my mouth.”

Fuck. He was right. You’d felt him through his pants before. It’s why you were aching to just let it happen. Wanted to feel his thick cock inside of you so bad. But fuck the way he’d been touching you, you were a mess.

“You got this, Babe,” he whispered into the side of your mouth. “Come on I know you didn’t come all the way over here for me to not fuck you. You know how bad I’ve been wanting this pussy? Think I’m gonna let you go without giving it to you?”

Who even was this man. One minute he was being sweet and holding your hand in front of his friends. Next he was talking all dirty into you. Fuck. He was definitely trying to be the death of you.

And you didn’t wanna let him down. Had shown up half naked and sat politely while him and his friends finished up. Had been trying real hard to be good. It was all you wanted after all. For him to have his way with you and fuck-

Steve had started kissing on the nape of your neck knocking you out of your thoughts. It made you let out a loud gasp as he also gripped your thigh.

“Drive me crazy,” he said into your ear pulling you on top so you were straddling him.

“Fuck, Daddy I need you,” you moaned.

“Yeah, Baby?” He whispered, hands moving to your ass so he could grind you against his length.

Fuck he was just so big. And your pussy was leaking. Leaving a wet spot against his crotch. You wanted him so bad. Why was he still wearing clothes.

Finally you tugged at his belt. Hands franticly grabbing at him as if you were trying to paw them off. “It’s okay, Baby. I got it. Got you too fucked out already. Can’t even get it right.”

You let out a moan at the way he was talking to you. Pussy feeling like you could not wait any longer. You needed him so bad. It wasn’t even fair.

“Please.” Fuck it sounded so whiney the way that came from you, but you couldn’t help it.

Steve put his lips back on your as he pulled himself from his pants. Dick now on display. Ready for you to sink down onto.

You put your hand on him. Wrist moving up and down as you moaned because fuck he was big. How were you supposed to take it. Even in your hand it felt perfect. Fuck you needed him so bad.

Steve twisted you around so you could lay back. Pushing you into the cushions as he climbed on top of you. Arms going on either side of your head as he just couldn’t stop kissing you.

This was the problem. Every time the two of you tried to fuck you’d end up getting so caught up in kissing that you didn’t even do the rest.

Then he’d pull away to say something really sweet and you’d end up getting distracted. You’d end up talking and giggling. Then you’d end up cuddling. Getting really nice and cozy but for Christmas you wanted all of him and you didn’t feel like waiting anymore.

“Please, Steve I-,” you pulled away to say only to need to catch your breath. “Just need you.”

One side of Steve’s mouths curled up as he realized just how bad off you were. “Tell me what you need.”

“Your dick. I need your dick. Please I need you inside me. I can’t wait anymore.”

It all came out as a plea. Way more than what you meant for it to be. “You sure? Couldn’t even handle my tongue a minute go. Think I’m gonna have to stretch your little pussy out.”

“Do whatever you want I just- I don’t even care anymore,” you sobbed.

Steve chuckled and for some reason that made your pussy twitch. “Such a mess for me,” he said, into your ear again.

Then he was off you and you were making grabby hands trying to get him to hurry up and come back. Except now you could see his dick up close as he started taking his pants all the way off. Sitting up as your mouth salivated because fuck it was just as pretty as you’d thought it would be.

“Fuck, Steve.” You just couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed it again. Needing to feel him. Fuck you needed to…

Steve groaned as you licked a strip up and down his dick. Coming to the head so you could swirl your tongue around the tip. “Fuck, Y/N, Baby.”

Putting his hand on your head as you took him into your mouth. Letting out a grunt from how fucking good it felt to have his dick inch into your mouth.

Here Steve had been thinking that you were this sweet girl. Someone he would have been able to take home to mom if she’d been alive, but here you were getting on your knees so you could suck him off properly. Trying to see how far you could get in your throat before gagging around him.

“Shit,” he groaned. “Feel so fucking- goddamn.”

Can’t believe you hadn’t tasted him sooner. Especially as your mouth was stuffed full. Feeling him through his pants a few times had nothing on taking him down your throat. Trying to be a good girl who just wanted to be good for her super boyfriend.

“That’s it,” he hissed, trying to stop himself from rocking his hips but fuck he was so ready to start fucking your mouth. Barely stopping himself because as bad as he wanted you to keep doing he couldn’t wait anymore.

Steve snatched you up grabbing you so he could throw you over his shoulder making you squeal. “Steve!”

His hands pawed at your ass as he walked with you down the hall to his bedroom. Could barely fucking wait but he at least wanted to get you in his bed first.

Didn’t even give you a second to get situated on the mattress as he climbed on top of you. Not that you cared as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Hands going to his shoulders so you could claw at them. Nails digging into his skin.

Lips meeting your once again as he spread you open. Hand going to your pussy after so he could rub his thumb on your clit. “Holy fuck,” you pulled away to mewl.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed into your ear. “This what you wanted for Christmas, huh?”

As the same time he lined himself up with your entrance. Ready to just say fuck it. Had been waiting too long anyway and didn’t feel like waiting any longer. Steve needed you.

Your mouth split open as he inched in. Going slow so he didn’t hurt you. Wanting to give you a time to adjust. He knew he could be a little much.

You laid back with a gasp when he was halfway through. “Fuck. I’m so-,” you stopped to throw your head back, “I’m so full. It’s- fuck. It’s- it’s too- Stevie,” you whimpered. “Please. Make me- I can… I can take it I promise, please.”

Steve kissed you again as he went to the hilt. Balls slapping against your ass. You were just so tight it was making his head spin. Couldn’t believe how good you felt. Had definitely been worth the wait.

“Harder,” you pulled away to cry out.

“You sure?” He asked. “I don’t- I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please?” Fuck you didn’t intend to sound like you were begging but you couldn’t help it.

Who the hell was he to deny you. Fuck you clearly wanted him bad. Of course he wanted to give it to you.

Besides the noise you made when he did as you asked made him want to give you whatever you wanted.

“Just like that!” You cried as he fucked into you.

“Yeah?” He asked. “Like this?” Then he did whatever move that was that was making you react like that.

“Yes,” you sobbed out. Scratching his back. It was like he was getting all these spots no one else had ever been able to reach. Probably why you could feel yourself so close.

It only worsened when he put his mouth on your tits. The sensations making you want him to never stop. Something about watching his sweet face suckling your nipples like he was trying to mark them was what did it. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body tightened. Orgasm making you scream.

“Steve- fu- fuck. Oh my god. That’s it. It’s yours. You can- please. My pussy it’s yours!”

“I know, Baby. I know.” His face mocking concern as if he wasn’t the one making you feel like this. “It’s been mine. That’s why you needed me to fuck if as soon as possible, huh?”

“Yes!”

“Showed up like a little slut in your lingerie. If only I got to rip it off of you as soon as you got in. Bet you would have liked that.”

“Yes!”

It was all you could say. Not even sure how you could still even speak with the orgasm he’d given you.

“Gonna let me play with you all fucking night, huh? Might fuck you until Christmas morning. Make you spend Christmas Eve on my dick.”

“Okay,” you cried. “I’ll- oh my-,” you put your hands against his shoulders like you were trying to brace yourself. Eyes rolling back once again. Fuck there was just this spot that he kept hitting and making you cum all over him.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned. “That’s my fucking girl.”

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You’d sincerely lost track of time since last night. All you knew was that even when the morning fell he was behind you. Holding onto your hips as he fucked you from behind.

Steve was serious about fucking you into Christmas Day. Had only pulled away for bathroom breaks and food.

At some point it was like your brain had shut off and all you could think about was how good he felt inside of you. All you could think about was Steve and how you wanted to make him cum inside you.

And he did. Multiple times. That super solider stamina keeping him going even when you thought you’d definitely had enough. But what was enough with him around.

If anything he was the one that had been turned into an addict. Of course he wasn’t going to pull out. You were his.

Sure it may not have started out the way you wanted it to, but hell at least it had ended up being exactly what you’d needed.

Finally he’d let you go to sleep seeing just how worn out he’d gotten you even if he could have kept going. Wanted to give you a little time because he was still working up the nerve to give you your present.

“Steve?” You softly said making his head snap towards you.

He’d been keeping you naked but right now you were bundled up in his robe. He was only in a pair of boxer briefs himself. Freshly wrapped gift sitting neatly on the coffee table.

“Baby, what are you doing up?” He asked.

“I woke up and you weren’t there,” you said with a pout. Coming to settle onto his lap. “I was cold. Need you to warm me up.”

He couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around you. Kissing your cheek and then behind your ear. “Ah, I’m sorry, Babe. Don’t worry I’ll warm you up.”

“Ohhh whose that for?” You asked looking at the present.

Steve leaned forward to grab it. “Yours. Wanna open it?”

“Ohhh you’re saying I don’t have to wait until morning?”

“Nah,” he said. “I already got my gift. Wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t give you yours.”

You smiled up at Steve before kissing underneath his jaw. Fuck he was so cozy.

Your heart thumped as you’d ripped off the wrapping paper and took the top off the box to see a tiny key. Eyes meeting his again. “Steve, wait what… what is this…”

“A key,” he said with a chuckle. “Look I know we haven’t been together that long, but… I don’t know. Especially after tonight I want you around all the time. When I wake up. When I go to bed. I love you and I want you to move in with me.”

“Really?” Your eyes were all watery.

“Yeah, Baby,” he replied. “What do you say?”

“Of course I’ll move in with you, Steve.” You threw your arms around him. “I love you, too.”

That was all Steve needed to hear. The two of you starting to kiss again. Robe quickly coming off. His boxers ending up on the floor. The two of you had to christen this place. And he wasn’t going to stop until he fucked you in every room.

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Yall, there's gonna need to be some trigger warnings here. For the sake of spoilers, if you have any sensitivities, follow this link to see the trigger warnings.

Quick thanks to @ggidolsmuts for A) writing a fantastic series (which you should read here BEFORE reading this story: 1, 2, 3, "3.5", 4, 5), and B) being very cool about me taking that series in the most unhinged direction. And speaking of that unhinged direction...

I Never Die, I Only Breed: DLC

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“Alright, see you in a week, babe,” you say, kissing Shuhua on the forehead and walking away. 

What a crazy two months it’s been since you beat INDIOB. Having five girlfriends is kind of a wild concept on its own, but simultaneously getting five girlfriends, who absolutely love sixsomes, by beating a video game? That’s insane. One hundred percent bonko.

And yet this is your life now.

As you pass by the break room where Yuqi’s making coffee, she flips up her shirt and flashes you. She’s so embarrassing sometimes.

Soyeon, Miyeon, and Minnie give you a wave as you walk past the glass-walled office they’re storyboarding in. You return the gesture.

But then you notice an open door. You’ve always wondered what was behind that door…

And now that you’re inside, there’s basically nothing. Damn. It’s just an old wooden desk and a ton of dust. Even on closer inspection, there’s nothing special about the desk. Not sure why it’s even here anymore. What a poorly contrived plot device. Oh well. It probably doesn’t have anything to do with the past employee who your girlfriends only speak about in hushed whispers and who Shuhua occasionally cries herself to sleep about. Not that you haven’t thought to ask, given that it’s actually pretty creepy, but you just haven’t gotten around to—Oh shit, there’s something attached to the underside of the desk. Is that a memory drive?

If there’s anything you’ve learned from tech horror stories, it’s that you shouldn’t touch mysterious computer parts with a ten foot pole.

But on the other hand… You yank the thing away from the tape holding it in place and book it the fuck out of the office. Back home, you plug the memory drive into your ddeunstation and flip that bitch on. Who needs to think?

Immediately, your girlfriends’ company logo flashes across the screen but without the usual, fancy animation. There’s the blue and orange ddeunstation cat logo (best console, sure, but they really need to change that thing). “in association with ELP” comes up next in plain text… Who the fuck is that? And then, the game’s home screen starts to fade in around you.

Oh, okay. So this isn’t anything too crazy. This is just a copy of “I Never Die, I Only Breed,” the game your girlfriends made, which ultimately led you to them. It must be an older version, considering that weird “in association” screen and lack of animation in their logo. You look around, and sure enough you see some text in the corner with the version number. It’s greater than one, so it’s definitely a finished version, but it’s quite a bit lower than the version you initially played. You recall Soyeon telling you there was some delay in the game’s release, so this makes sense. There must have been a few minor bug fixes while legal was sorting out platform fees, game rating, or whatever.

Well, that’s actually pretty boring. Now what? You tell your girlfriends you stole a memory drive with an old version of INDIOB because you wanted to know what was behind a door? Wait, did they even know it was there?

You can probably just tape it back to the desk when you drop by next week. That wouldn’t be too weird.

Might as well take a look. This game is awesome, and since you’re not going to see your girlfriends for a whole week while they’re in Japan on business, Soyeon suggested you revisit the game so you don’t get lonely. You pick out the New Game option.

The home screen fades away and two more options appear.

Normal

I Trust DLC

… OH MY GOD, DLC?! You’ve never selected an option so fast in your life. Not even Miyeon has hinted at any upcoming DLC for INDIOB, and she can’t keep her mouth shut to save her life. Okay, this is definitely not boring. You can barely contain yourself.

Open your eyes.

Can you move?

Great. Everything is up to you, good luck.

You’re in a roo—Dammit, you can’t actually move. A bug already? You try to blink but don’t get any feedback. Fuck ELP, whoever that—Oh, there’s some text floating in front of you.

Content not fully tested. May still be some minor bugs.

+ Continue

+ Debug mode

Without moving, you think really hard about selecting Debut mode and suddenly you can move again. You slap your forehead. You really shouldn’t be so impatient. Minor bugs are no big deal.

You’re in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door, there is a tiny bit of text floating in the corner of your vision that says “Debug menu”. You open the door, and Shuhua is in front of you, waiting on a bed of her own.

“Are you the challenger?” she asks, untying her bathrobe just a little as she saunters towards you. A gasp—she is feeling you through your robe.

“Sure am,” you say, far more confidently than you did the first time around.

“Good, let’s see what you can do then.” Shuhua turns around and walks back to bed, slipping her bathrobe off as she does so. You’re amazed at how accurate the in-game Shuhua is to the real one, now that you’ve seen both so many times. A bunch of dorky game devs your girlfriends may be, but they’re un-stereotypically hot. She turns around and lays down, spreading her legs and bending at the knees.

“What are you waiting f—?!”

You’re already on top of her, robe discarded, kissing her passionately with your fingers gently pressing at her entrance and caressing her breasts. Her eyelids flutter and close, and she melts into your touch.

You chuckle mentally to yourself. You don’t plan to speedrun this playthrough, but you’re curious to see the differences in these NPCs’ attitudes toward you when you get a full no-restart run. It’ll be yet another world first, but you don’t plan to upload it to any scoreboards. You already won the ultimate prize, and your girlfriends have expressed intense disinterest in inviting a sweaty powergaming neckbeard to join your unconventional relationship structure. Maybe if the perfect run is pulled off by someone hot you can convince them, but you can worry about that if it ever happens, which seems unlikely.

Shuhua cums for the first of what will be many times. You pull away from your kiss to give her a little air, even though neither of you technically need it (there’s no sort of breath gauge in this game, probably because it would make the Yuqi sections far more difficult).

“Mm yes, you know what you’re doing… you can put it in.”

You don’t immediately comply with Shuhua’s demand. Instead, you stroke her cheek, peck her lips, and say, “Trust me, I will. I’d like to give you at least one more orgasm first though. Is that okay?”

Your cheesily-delivered line registered to the game as suave as fuck, apparently. Shuhua blinks, blushes, her eyes grow, and her mouth goes a little slack. She’s amazed. “O-okay,” she squeaks. So you get started.

Minnie and Soyeon proudly declare how meticulous their programming is on a regular basis, and boast about the realisticness of their game engine. Your first playthrough was sloppy, but you have had months of experience with the women these NPCs are replications of. They’ve personally taught you not only how to maximize their pleasure, but also about their more secretive fantasies that they put in as easter eggs. Your run won’t just be perfect. You’re going to break the scale.

Shuhua screams in ecstasy as you work your IRL, meta knowledge magic on her tits and pussy. Two more orgasms in the next few minutes blow her mind to smithereens. You almost expect matrix code to start leaking from her ears.

“Sorry babe, I got carried away. Should I put it in now?”

She breathes heavily, and gets heavier as she begins—you assume—to remember what you’re here for. “Oh… oh my god, yes. Yes! Please knock me up!”

Wow. Really? You had to restart twice for her to even hint at the breeding aspect of the game when you didn’t know what you were doing, and now she just straight up exposits it to you when you’re absolutely killing your previous record? That seems unfair. You’ll have to comment on the difficulty curve to Soyeon. Also, what was up with that line? “Oh my god?” The delivery of the line was… off. It felt… red, somehow. Regardless, you’re going to give her what she wants.

You line yourself up and push. Shuhua squeezes her own breasts now, and cums hard. A touch unrealistic to cum just from the insertion. She’s never been quite that easy to trigger IRL, but maybe it’s one of the bugs that got fixed.

Pulling her hand away to suck one of her breasts, listening to her delicious shouts, you find yourself cumming almost right away… Fuck, you don’t even have Improved Stamina I yet! Too much real experience must have made you forget that you have to actually build that up in-game! You quickly focus on the text in the corner of your vision, “Debug menu,” and time suddenly freezes. You can’t move anything but your eyes, but you still feel the sensation of Shuhua around you, and the height of your orgasm. It’s like you’re being edged, or like you somehow got stuck. It’s agonizing.

You quickly look around the menu. It’s disorganized, not even in alphabetical order, and in plain text. It’s kind of hard to read, but you see “add perks” hovering right above Shuhua’s nipple, and focus on it. The list that appears is slightly better organized, and thankfully Improved Stamina I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, and IXIVLICMXIV are right at the top. The last one looks like a mistake, and you probably shouldn’t select it. For now, you select the first three, accidentally also select Magic Finger II, and then focus back, and back again.

Time restarts. The agony of your orgasmic peak blips away instantly and you can’t help but cringe at the feeling of a sudden lack of what was once there.

“Are you okay?” Shuhua asks breathlessly, gripping your arm tightly.

Oh right. You turn your mediocre charm back on. “Of course babe. I just got stunned by your beauty for a moment. I’m sorry.”

Shuhua squeaks and you actually feel her gush around you. You may have broken this outdated version.

You begin fucking again, and to your delight, you think you’re pretty sure you did break something. Shuhua reaches orgasm over and over again, basically on every third thrust. You sit up a bit and reopen the debug menu. There’s a submenu option for “girls” hovering under her belly button that you hadn’t paid attention to before, which you select Shuhua from. A jumble of text appears all over your vision. It’s mostly advanced background info that you normally wouldn’t get much insight into, but you do see the stats you first saw in Level 5.

love: 2/100

// ask soyeon why lust rises exponentially during orgasm if greater than love

// this is stupid

lust: 42113/100

Well, that explains it. The placement of the code comments is interesting, and you recognize “// this is stupid” as something you’ve seen Yuqi type many times. You back out of the debug menu and start thrusting again out of curiosity. The bed beneath you gets absolutely flooded. Shuhua’s eyes cross as her orgasms tick up faster and faster, to the point where it looks like she’s having a genuine medical emergency. As (almost) funny as it is, you feel bad seeing your girlfriend having seizure levels of orgasm. Reentering the debug menu, you see that Love is still 2, but Lust has reached some scientific notation kind of number. Thankfully, the text fields can be edited, so you change Lust to 50 and Love to 100. So much for your perfect run, but you can log into the current version and try again… after you’ve had a little fun.

When you resume the game, Shuhua’s eyes go from crossed to standard, and her body pops into a normal, sexy position without so much as a motion blur. She moans and puts her palms on your cheeks, gazing into your eyes. “You… you’re so good. H-how?”

“Little bit of practice. Little bit of cheating.”

She gently pulls you down to kiss you, then wraps her arms around you and whispers, “Please… I want you.”

You chuckle. “To breed you?”

“Just you. I love you.” She strokes your back. You get choked up. Shuhua’s a bit sappy IRL too, but she has avoided telling you she loves you so far. Your other girlfriends toss the phrase around a little flippantly, but you always get the sense that Shuhua either doesn’t love you or takes the words way too seriously.

Shit damn, you got choked up? This is just a recreation of your girlfriend, and you cheated your way into her saying some shit. Don’t get attached. That’s weird.

You open the debug menu once again, navigate to “girls” and quickly turn Love down to 80. While there, you try bumping the Breed stat to 10000/100, hoping the surely hilarious result will take your mind off of feelings. On your way back out of the submenu though, something catches your eye.

shuhua

yuqi

soyeon

minnie

miyeon

soojin

Soojin…?

SOOJIN?!

There’s a sixth girl?! What in the actual fuck?! Who in the actual fuck is Soojin?! You try to navigate into her menu, but you get an error code and some conveniently placed comments.

5U8W4Y error - entity not found

// cant find soojins file

// wtf is this directory structure

// this is stupid

You close the game.

You’re in your room—there is your bed, there is your mirror, there is your door. You whip your phone from your pocket and open a browser, looking up every combination you can come of with of “Soojin,” “INDIOB,” “I Never Die, I Only Breed,” “ddeunstation,” “ELP,” and the game company’s name. There are far too many people named Soojin, and nothing else helps to narrow it down. A surname would be helpful.

You open your group chat with your girlfriends and start to type “YO, NUGU TF IS SOOJIN?” but you paused. You put some pieces together, and you think it might not be best to bring it up.

The former employee they all get hushed about. It makes sense! If all five of them are both devs and also characters in the game, why wouldn’t this Soojin person be in the game too?

But if that was the case, why was she DLC, and not part of the base game? What’s her deal?

You flip the game back on. Your dick is very wet. You look down and see literal gallons of semen squeezing out of Shuhua around your cock. Right. Breed is at ten thousand out of a hundred.

You exit to the home screen, feeling disembodied, and you look around at the options. New game.

Normal

Open your eyes.

Can you move?

Great. Everything is up to you, good luck.

You’re in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. Fuck, no option for a debug mode. You open the door, and Shuhua is in front of you, waiting on a bed of her own.

“Are you the challenger?” she asks, untying her bathrobe just a little as she saunters towards you. You put out a hand to stop her.

“Who is Soojin?” you ask, sounding a little more desperate than you meant to.

Shuhua blinks, pausing her undressing. “Huh?”

“Soojin.”

“Yeah I heard you the first time.”

“Do you not know who Soojin is?”

“No?” Shuhua says as she squints at you. “Uh… you are the challenger, right?” She finishes dropping her robe.

You exit to the home screen, hit Continue, and return to your DLC save. Instantly, Shuhua is underneath you, jizz spraying your pelvis, eyes rolled back and a dopey grin on her mouth.

“Who is Soojin?” you ask.

Shuhua doesn’t respond, but it seems it’s not due to a breeding-induced coma. Misty, red text forms in front of your eyes.

I Trust DLC requires access to Level 4.

You close the game.

You’re in your room—there is your bed, there is your mirror, there is your door. You rub your eyes. Soojin is only in the DLC.

Maybe Soojin wasn’t a dev, or the former employee at all. That would be an unsatisfying answer, and, well, wouldn’t really answer all of your questions, but Occam’s razor and all that.

A glass of water cools you down. You didn’t realize you were getting so heated… But you still don’t have answers. Time to get heated again.

You reopen the game, delete your Normal game save to cut down on time, and hit Continue, to be taken directly to the existing DLC save. Again, you’re in a growing pool of your own cum as it pours out of Shuhua. The debug menu fixes that right away, as you tick her Breed stat back down to one hundred, and do the same with Love and Lust. You’re mostly dry again when you resume, being just a bit sweaty and with a perfectly reasonable, if large, amount of semen oozing out of Shuhua. She looks quite content and a little dreamy.

“Hey Shuhua, you good and satisfied?”

She nods, hums happily, and curls onto her side. You hate to leave her uncuddled in such an adorable state, but you really need to see this DLC content.

You swing open the next door, and you are greeted by Yuqi, dressed in a similar robe as Shuhua.

“Ya, what are y—Oh, you’re hard as fuck.” Her eyes light up when she sees your slick-coated and more importantly, rigid, cock. “Awesome.”

She grabs you by the cock, but her hand slips due to what you did with Shuhua earlier. “Ew.”

Despite her words Yuqi takes her hand and starts licking it clean. You don’t have time for this though. You open the debug menu, girls submenu, select “yuqi,” and edit her Breed stat to 100, then back out.

Yuqi’s cheeks suddenly puff up and she cups her hands below her chin just in time to catch an enormous mouthful of your spontaneously generated cum as it bursts from between her lips. She stares at it in confusion and surprise as it seeps between her fingers and down her arms. You also see a smaller amount dripping from between her legs.

“Good enough for me to move on, Yuqi?”

She closes her mouth, wiggles her tongue around for a bit, and gulps heavily. When she speaks, it still has a bit of a wet, sticky quality to the sound. “Uh… yup, sure. Go for it.”

As you open the next door, you hear Yuqi behind you mumbling to herself, “That was kinda cool…”

The door opens to a bedroom, furnished with a bed, but also with a producing setup, complete with monitors, keyboard, and mic. At the keyboard sits your next “challenge”—Soyeon.

“Oh, hello, I didn’t expect you here so quickly.”

Before she stands up, you open the debug menu, girls submenu, select “soyeon,” edit her Breed stat to 100, then back out.

Soyeon’s smug look turns to one of dire concern as an excessively loud, wet, and distinctly embarrassing noise erupts from her ass. The back of her robe turns wet and her whole body trembles. Uh oh.

You steel yourself for the worst and open your mouth. “Um, Soyeon…? Can I move on?”

Her shaking hands slowly cover her mouth, arms tucked in tightly to her body. She stares, traumatized, at the keyboard in front of her. You’re incredibly thankful that this isn’t the real Soyeon, but it still feels extremely mean of you to try to rush her after being the cause of a volcanic butt eruption.

After nearly a minute, in which the only sound is your cum dripping off her chair to the floor, Soyeon whispers, barely audible, “Please move on.”

You bow deeply and side step your way to the next door, hoping you can be forgiven for this sin.

The door, unfortunately, still has the battle pass reader on it. You cringe and turn toward Soyeon. She has not moved.

“H-hey Soyeon. Can I have the battle pass?” you ask, cautiously. Not cautious enough though, as you suddenly remember she did not actually give it to you, and you got it from an achievement last time.

“Please go,” Soyeon whispers.

“Sorry! It’s fine, really. It’s not that weird. And it’s my fault… sorry,” you whisper back before opening the debug menu.

First, you turn Soyeon’s Breed back down to zero, hoping that will give her a little peace of mind, then you go back to the main debug menu. Scanning around, you see time variables, room variables (surprise, the room you’re in is called “Studio”), and so much more until you find “inventory,” in which you find toggles for what seems to be every item in the game. Surprisingly, this list is alphabetized—Minnie must have implemented it—and much longer than you anticipated.

“Battle Pass” isn’t far down the list, so you set it to true and resume the game. There’s no more liquid around Soyeon’s butt, but she still seems to be incapable of movement.

With one last apology, you turn to the door and wave the battle pass at the lock, causing it to disengage with a loud click. You take a deep breath and—why is it empty?

You step into the pure white, perfectly cuboid room and look around wildly. What’s going on in here?

Opening the debug menu, it’s pretty obvious. You sigh. Across the top of your vision, in bright red, is a message.

Unknown error: save file may be corrupted, delete to avoid critical game data loss

You resume the game and spin around to see the door you came through is gone. Delete the file it is, then. You exit to the home screen, open your saves, and delete.

Dammit, now what?

More out of frustration than anything else, you start up a new game with the I Trust DLC.

Open your eyes.

Can you move?

Great. Everything is up to you, good luck.

Debug mode

You’re in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You open the debug menu immediately, girls submenu, select “miyeon” and take a look around. There are stats as expected, all in their neutral state, but there are additional options. One of them seems to be what you’re looking for.

spawnLocally()

Instantly, before you even resume the game, Miyeon appears directly in front of you. She’s already naked, and fully upright with a neutral expression, T-posing. You resume.

"Hello, congratulations and welcome for making it this far." Miyeon glances down and suddenly seems confused. She points at her bare tits, then up at the mirror, then at you. “Hey… What?”

“Hey Miyeon. Could you please give me a blowjob?”

“What? No. I w—”

Debug menu, girls submenu, select “miyeon,” set both Love and Lust to 100, resume.

“—ant your cock in my mouth so bad.”

Miyeon drops to her knees and has you fully down her throat in seconds, gazing up at you with pleading eyes, the same way she does IRL.

Anyway, that part wasn’t necessary. You just wanted one of Miyeon’s famous blowjobs. You search through the debug menu, turning on every perk, giving yourself unnecessary currency, spawning all four of your other girlfriends, naked and T-posing, and giving them all maxed out Love and Lust. When you resume, they all simultaneously start to say their intro lines, but stop halfway through to give each other befuddled looks, refocus on you, and join Miyeon on their knees around you, feeling your body (which is very solid considering the A Hard Man is Good to Climb perk), worshipping you and begging for their turns.

“Hey,” you say, and watch as all five women orgasm at the same time (so that’s what the King’s Speech perk does, apparently), “Real quick…” They’re all cumming again. What the hell?

You remove the King’s Speech perk in the debug menu and continue. “Real quick. Can any one of you tell me right off the bat who Soojin is?”

They all ignore your words and keep worshipping your body. There’s the misty, red text again.

I Trust DLC requires access to Level 4.

You check that they all have normal, maxed out Love and Lust stats again, then you give yourself all of the Completed Level achievements, and resume.

“Anybody? Who’s Soojin?”

I Trust DLC requires access to Level 4.

You find a command that transports you to Minnie’s room. Your girlfriends appear there with you. You resume.

“Who’s Soojin?”

I Trust DLC requires access to Level 4.

It seems you broke something again. Yuqi is frozen in a T-pose now, and she’s hovering above the floor, diagonally. Minnie is glitching out, with unreasonably huge tits appearing on and disappearing from her chest between bursts of static. Soyeon’s hair sticks perfectly straight up from her head. Miyeon is still deepthroating your cock, but she has turned blue. Shuhua’s bottom half is clipped into the floor.

“What the fuck…?” Soyeon asks, feeling her new, rock hard hairdo.

Shuhua takes a few steps back (or so you assume, since you can’t see her legs) and forth. “Sweetie pumpkin? What’s going on?”

You roll your eyes and exit to the home screen, deleting the save file. You’re sure there’s a way for you to see this DLC content, if it even exists, but trying to cheat your way into it may not be an option.

Fuck it, this isn’t worth your time.

New Game

I Trust DLC

Open your eyes.

Can you move?

Great. Everything is up to you, good luck.

Debug mode

You’re in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You open the debug menu, give yourself every perk that isn’t King’s Speech, and spawn all of your girlfriends, setting them all to 100 Love and Lust, and you resume.

You remove your robe and sit down on the bed while the five of them get over their initial confusion.

“Anybody want a sixsome?” you ask.

They don’t need to respond with their words, shoving each other out of the way to get to you. You tell them not to be rude about it, but there’s not much stopping them. Yuqi gets to you first and practically swan dives into a blowjob. Soyeon hops onto the bed, standing over you and offering her ass to eat out. Minnie wraps her arms around you from behind, stroking your chest. Shuhua and Miyeon drop to the floor next to your feet, Miyeon on Shuhua’s lap, and furiously make out with each other, hands between the other’s legs. Nobody freezes, glitches, or turns blue.

This is good. You can just have a good time and forget all about this DLC for a while. You’ll get to it eventually.

And a good time, you certainly do have. You cum endlessly, sometimes through multiple cocks, and never go soft. Every hole of every girl gets plenty of attention, and is always treated as a successful breeding, including Minnie’s. Your Neverpoints, Yeoro Bun, Woogi Power, and CUMCA Kred all skyrocket, as if it matters. You even get the sly idea to try spawning in multiples of your girlfriends since some of them have to pause for breaks (something you didn’t realize had even been programmed in).

In the end, after what must be several hours, Soyeon lays on top of herself, both of her unconscious, and cum leaks out of both asses and pussies after you utilized your Johnson & Johnson & Johnson & Johnson perk on them. There’s a Minnie wearing a strap on cOCk-a-dildo, slowly bobbing Yuqi’s mouth up and down the entire length. Miyeon and Shuhua are sixty-nining, eating your cum out of each other. Another Yuqi, who you believe is the first one, is your little spoon, curled up against your chest while your cock stays firmly planted in her ass. Yet another Yuqi is your big spoon, nuzzling the back of your neck while another Shuhua plays with that Yuqi’s hair. You’d found a way to expand the bed, thankfully.

The (probably) first Minnie crawls over several other copies of your girlfriends to prostrate herself on your side. She kisses your cheek. “Not to ruin this unexpectedly fantastic orgy, but the mirror has been blinking at you for the past four hours to let you know it’s way past midnight out of game. Your body is going to be exhausted.”

You groan. Right. You supposedly have a life to live. You close the game.

You’re in your room—there is your bed, there is your mirror, there is your door. You really, really need to pee.

…

You wake up a little before noon. It’s raining outside. Your phone lets you know you have twelve messages and a missed call. Your girlfriends have been taking pictures of each other at the airport, acting like some kind of Kpop paparazzi to make sure you know how comfortable their flight outfits are. Soyeon complains that they shouldn’t flood the group chat with pictures, and post them on your shared cloud collections instead.

Chuckling about it, you drop a few emoji in there, glibly telling them that Shuhua has the best outfit (a massively oversized hoodie, sweatpants, and crocs). After you make yourself some “breakfast” you check the chat again to see a bunch of crying emoji from Miyeon and a long-winded rant from Yuqi about why her outfit is actually the most comfortable.

It’s good that they made such an amazing game and inserted themselves into it, because you’re going to miss the real deal while they’re gone.

You don’t recognize the phone number that called you, so you give it a call back. It sounds like someone answers on the other end, but doesn’t respond when you ask who they are, and you just hang up. Spam calls are getting so weird.

A shower gets the day started. You put on the same bathrobe given to you by Miyeon on your consummatory hotel visit. It lasts a lot longer on your body when you use it at home than it does while you’re with any of them. There’s not much point in getting dressed today, since you won’t be going out in this rainy weather.

Guess you’ll keep playing INDIOB.

You sit down in front of your ddeunstation, your head clearer than it was yesterday. The DLC doesn’t matter all that much in the grand scheme of things, right? You still want to see what it’s about, sure, but maybe you should take it easy. “Don’t try so hard. Sheesh,” is what Minnie and/or Yuqi would tell you.

On the home screen, you navigate to delete your last save. The girlfriend cloning was fun, but you probably ruined that file. Now then…

New Game

I Trust DLC

Open your eyes.

Can you move?

Great. Everything is up to you, good luck.

Content not fully tested. May still be some minor bugs.

+ Continue

+ Debug mode

…

You select Continue.

You’re in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. No debug menu this time. You’ll finish the game the right way, no restarts. Since Minnie gave you a password (not a cheat code) for unlimited free Minnie Dollars, you can probably even finish the game in one sitting if you’re careful.

With a deep breath, you stand up, cinch your robe, and open the door. Shuhua is in front of you, waiting on a bed of her own.

“Are you the challenger?” she asks, untying her bathrobe just a little as she saunters towards you.

You play it safe, giving Shuhua all the pleasure first, excusing yourself briefly to spend a couple of Neverpoints, and coming back to get your first Yeoro Bun. You don’t move on to Level 2 until you can afford every perk you got on your first playthrough before reaching Yuqi.

It’s easy enough to pass Yuqi’s challenge too. You do it over and over again, seeing to it that Yuqi is a blubbering, cum sputtering blob on the floor every time, working your way through perks until you again have everything you could possibly want to enter Level 3 with.

Reaching Soyeon, you play along with her queen and peasant role play at first, satisfying her dominant side (since you discovered IRL that she does like to switch it up every once in a while) for multiple breedings with a preemptive All Holes Lead to Rome before dominating her and using her like a toy. Once more, you load up on perks, preparing yourself the right way for Level 4 and whatever that might entail.

Your currencies reach roughly twenty-five percent combined of the totals needed for the Level 4 access Battle Pass when you return to the starting room. Yuqi and Shuhua are on the bed, caressing each others’ naked bodies.

“Cutscene?” you ask.

“We’re just here to have some fun,” Yuqi says airily as Shuhua stands up.

“Mmhmm, we just…” Shuhua interrupts herself, kissing you, her hand dancing over your skin before moving up and over your shoulders. “Just feel like doing you, together.”

You smile and join them on the bed.

“You’re not surprised we’re here together?” Yuqi asks between kisses across your chest.

“I’m surprised it took this long. Last time, I had less than five percent progress to the Battle Pass.”

Yuqi shrugs. “Maybe you’re just progressing faster in general. That would explain how you haven’t had to restart even once yet.”

That’s right. You were going to see if they’d have any unique dialogue related to your flawless run. There it is!

“I, for one, am glad you’re doing so well,” Shuhua says, lightly stroking your dick as she shimmies up above it, “If you’re this good to us now, I can only imagine how good you’ll be for us in real life.”

Yuqi punches Shuhua in the leg. “Ya! You aren’t supposed to—Don’t listen to her. She’s crazy.”

You chuckle, “Hey, don’t hit her! I already completed the game once. I’ve been dating you all for a while now.”

The women stare at each other for a moment and then back at you. Shuhua gives you a concerned expression. “Why are you playing then? Couldn’t you be doing this in real life?”

Yuqi mumbles, “I’d still be playing occasionally.”

“Nah,” you say, “The five of you are at a developer’s conference in Japan for the next week and said I should do a bit of gaming while you’re gone.”

Both of their faces brighten up a bit. Yuqi bounces up to her knees. “Well aren’t we just a couple of lucky object instantiations!” she chimes.

“So that’s cool with you, huh?” You take one of each of their hands in yours.

“Obviously,” Yuqi says, “We don’t act like it because we’re supposed to be NPCs in a game, but we’re just code, my dude. Extremely sophisticated code capable of complex emotion replication, but still code. We didn’t exist before you started a new game, and we won’t exist again after. But while we’re here, we can appreciate the absolutely choice dicking you’re giving us, so the fact that you came back for an orgasm packed visit is fucking awesome.”

You blink. That was a lot. “Won’t exist after…?”

Yuqi blinks back. “Oh… I mean… No, not in a moral quandary kind of way. Like, in a peaceful oblivion, pop into existence, have tons of radical awesome sex, and back to peaceful oblivion kind of way.”

Shuhua sinks down onto your cock, shuddering at the fullness. “Yeah. What she said. Can we get this started now? Waiting for another turn while you were getting all that CUMCA Kred has my womb dying to get filled up again.”

“Sure thing, babe,” you say, trying not to think about her fleeting existence.

“That’s cute! Is that what you call me in real life too?”

“It is, and it’s what you call me, too.”

“Awww! Well it’ll take a little practice, but I like it a lot, babe.”

You smirk and start to guide Shuhua into a slow, sensual fuck. She shuts her eyes and moans gratefully. Yuqi opens your inventory and pulls out the cOCk-a-dildo, which you only now realize you haven’t had to use yet on this playthrough. Seems odd, given how effective it was the first time around. It’s halfway down her throat in a flash.

Several orgasms from everybody, successful breedings, and an achieved-but-unused Battle Pass Voucher later, Yuqi suddenly slips out from underneath you with a shocked look on her face. “Dude, why aren’t we including the others in this?! You unlocked Soyeon, and you can use that voucher to go get Minnie! If you’re dating all of us, why don’t all of us work together to get you to Level 5 and get Miyeon?”

Shuhua bounces up and down. “Oh! Yes! I love fucking Miyeon in real life!”

Yuqi punches Shuhua again. “Hey, you can’t just reveal your secrets like that… Wait, you fuck Miyeon?”

You nod. “I mean, I already had a pretty good idea that’s what was going on.”

Shuhua shrugs, rubbing her punched arm before threatening a punch back. “It’s not exactly like we’re good at hiding it.”

Yuqi starts moving toward the door. “Oh my god, you’re such a lesbian,” she mumbles, “Not that I don’t want to tap that bimbo myself… Hey, you two keep going. I’m going to get Soyeon.”

There it is again. That line, “Oh my god.” It’s just standard dialogue, but it doesn’t feel right. It sounds red.

Not much later, Yuqi and Soyeon enter the room. Soyeon stands with her hands on her hips, glaring you down. For a moment, you’re afraid she’s going to hit you with a restart.

“So you just come in here, knowing everything about us, and thinking you can just fuck us all like you do in real life, huh?”

Shuhua slowly scoots away from you. You gulp. “I mean, that’s basically what you told me to do.”

Soyeon smirks. “I was right. Get on your knees, peasants. If you’re going to go at it for so long without me, then you gotta make it up to me.”

You and Shuhua smile at each other and kneel in front of her. Yuqi stays upright though.

“Hey! I was the one who had the idea to include you! Why am I being treated like a peasant too?!”

Soyeon grabs Yuqi’s face, squeezing her cheeks. “You want to eat my ass, Yuqi.”

There’s a moment of pregnant silence before Yuqi, through forcibly puffed out lips, says, “Yeff ma’am,” and drops to her knees as well.

The three of you take turns eating Soyeon out from the front and the back and sucking her fingers, and she occasionally (once or twice per orgasm) lightly slaps your faces, reminding you of how lowly you are compared to her. During a particularly savage comment to Yuqi about submissiveness while plowing Yuqi’s ass with your cOCk-a-dildo, she turns over her shoulder and gives you a wink. It’s your cue to switch things up.

Soon, all three women, Soyeon included, are mewling under the power of your godly cock. It’s a shame you’re not quite such a perfected sex god IRL, but you accomplish plenty as you are. All of these extra perks are just fun.

Then again, maybe your girlfriends are working on a multiplayer version of the game! Or maybe you can convince them to. Who wouldn’t want to fuck in real life and in game at the same time?!

You put the thought out of your mind, deciding to focus on the current good time. And on that note, you glance at the mirror. You’re nearly seventy-five percent of the way to being able to pay for a Battle Pass the normal way! You point that out to your girlfriends.

“Oh…” Soyeon starts, “Yeah, we should just go get Minnie and Miyeon. No sense leaving them out of this.”

“Yeah, man!” Yuqi butts in, “Pop that voucher and I’ll go let Minnie know we’re forgoing the fluff.”

You look at the mirror, “But we’re actually getting there, fair and square.”

Yuqi pats your head condescendingly, which is undercut by the amount of your cum flowing out of her holes and at the corner of her mouth. “My dude, fair and square flew out the window and moved to pound town when you told us you were dating us in real life. Try not to let that cat out of the bag the next time you do a playthrough.”

“What? But I’ve done all the work up to this point. I was just going to—”

A small ding interrupts you, and you look to your left to see Shuhua cashing in your voucher for the Battle Pass and pulling it out of your inventory. “Start a new game and go for a perfect run tomorrow,” she says, tossing the Battle Pass to Yuqi, “You can’t just expect me not to get my lips on Miyeon at this point.”

Soyeon mutters, “Damn you’re such a lesbian… Then again, Miyeon…”

You sigh, defeated, as Yuqi skips out of the room, leaving a trail of your cum behind her, waving the Battle Pass over her head like a lightstick at a rave. She drops it, shouts “I meant to do that,” picks it back up, and turns down the hall into Soyeon’s studio.

“Shuhua’s right, you know,” Soyeon says as she climbs onto your cock again, “Just try for the record again tomorrow. You got this far in… just a few hours, damn… You’ve optimized this to a science. No wonder the real me is fucking you.”

“You do keep challenging me to 4X games. You still beat me every time, but you get excited and fuck me whenever I get close to winning.”

Soyeon laughs. “Yup, sounds like me.”

“By the way, I don’t want to screw myself over here, but how do you know I’m dating you in real life? I could be lying, you know.”

She grimaces for a half second as she spears both of her holes with your Johnson & Johnson cocks. “The statistical probability of anybody getting a perfect run even through level three is ridiculously tiny. Your chances, if you didn’t know us personally, would be effectively non-existent. I’d call it a very safe bet.”

“Yup,” you chuckle, repeating Soyeon’s words as you wrap one arm around her and the other around Shuhua, “sounds like yo—”

You’re cut off by an ear-piercing scream.

You, Soyeon, and Shuhua freeze in shock. You glance back and forth between each other. Another scream, just as loud as the first, is what gets you all to separate and run into the hall. “MINNIE!”

Your perks ensure that you’re the first one through the hall and the studio. Minnie’s room is nothing like what you remember. It’s pure white, like the time you got in by cheating your way through, but it looks more intentional, like white paint, rather than an empty void. There is no ceiling, instead being topped by a mess of white, industrial pipes and boxes, jutting into each other at odd angles. There is no bed, but there are a couple of pillars, brutally square, and between them is Yuqi, still screaming, on her knees. Behind her, you can see a nude figure curled up on the floor. You can only imagine who that is.

You run to them, skidding to a halt when you see the state Minnie is in. It is her curled up, and you think for the briefest moment that she’s dead, but she’s not. She’s trembling, eyes barely open, and her arms, fingertips to elbows, are pitch black. Torn strips of white cloth are woven into her hair. Black eyeshadow and lipstick adorn her face, as well as stylized writing across her cheeks, and a trail of black liquid coming from her nose and pooling beneath her head. You drop down next to her across from Yuqi and read:

Ab imo pectore

Another scream comes as Shuhua makes it into the room next, but she stays backed up against one of the pillars. “What’s going on?!”

You don’t want to look away from Minnie, but something about Yuqi catches your eye. You glance up to see that she has some new makeup too. Sharp red lines streak down her cheeks from her eyes. Tears trail down either side of the lines, and her whole body is shaking.

Scooping down, you pull Minnie into your arms. She feels light as a feather.

“Minnie?” you shout, “Minnie?!”

Her breathing is shallow, but slow, and her quivering is painful to feel against your chest. Her eyes manage to get halfway open. One hand slowly lifts up toward your face, but she can’t seem to manage to get it high enough. Her voice is just as pitifully weak.

“S-Soo… jin… It hurts…”

“What in the fuck is this?!” Soyeon growls, standing next to Yuqi.

“I don’t know!” Yuqi screams.

You can’t take this. If this DLC means you have to watch Minnie… go through whatever this is, you don’t want any part of it. You exit the g—

Unknown error: unrecognized input

You try agai—

Unknown error: unrecognized input

Soyeon snarls. “What the—failed log out?!”

Yuqi spins around and shoves Soyeon away. “Stop fucking around, Soyeon! Let him log out and shut this down! I didn’t sign up for th—”

“This is nothing I did, you idiot!”

The two of them get into a screaming match, but you try to ignore them, clutching Minnie closer to you and trying to think of how to fix this. It’s obviously something to do with the DLC. You try an emergency ddeunstation shutoff, but nothing happens.

Shuhua catches your attention as she steps closer, but halts. You look up to see her staring, horrified, above you. You follow her gaze.

Semi-hidden in the tangle of pipes, a blonde, feminine figure in a short black dress and stiletto heels lounges, high out of reach. Her face is obscured from your view, but you’ve got a pretty good idea about who it is.

Yuqi and Soyeon fall silent, staring in the same direction.

The sound of the figure’s heels tapping the pipe below her rings out in the silence. She stands, her face still obscured from your angle, and walks through the wall at her side and she’s gone. A red liquid, too lightly colored to be blood—the same red—, seeps down the wall from her former position, enveloping the door to Level 5.

“Shuhua,” you ask quietly, “Who is Soojin?”

Tears start to pour off of Shuhua’s chin, and she drops to her knees next to you. She sobs out the words, “I… don’t know.”

You look up at the others. Yuqi and Soyeon both shake their heads slowly.

Doing your best not to choke up, you get onto your feet, still cradling Minnie in your arms. “Hurry… Back to the starting room.”

Yuqi leads the way, peeking around corners, while Soyeon practically has to drag Shuhua behind you. At least the starter room is the same… with one exception. Written on the mirror in what looks like bright red lipstick:

achievement unlocked

I completed level 4 for you

meet me in level 5 alone

for miyeon’s sake

Yuqi sees it too and runs up to it, trying to scrub it off with her forearms. It smudges until it’s unreadable, but no matter how many times she spits on it and drags her arm across the mirror, the red streaks remain, just like the ones below her eyes. “Fffuck this bitch…!”

“Stop touching that!” Soyeon yells.

You set Minnie down on the bed as gently as you can, but don’t remove your arms from under her. Shuhua joins you on the opposite side, still sobbing, pulling a pillow under Minnie’s head and gingerly touching her face.

“I’m not just leaving it there!”

“It’s just some fucking words, Yuqi! What if that shit is dangerous?”

“What? This?” Yuqi licks her arm, and Soyeon tries to swat it down. “It ain’t doing shit! Unlike whatever that bitch did to Minnie! You saw it! ‘Completed Level 4?’ You know exactly what the fuck that sounds like, and I’m not going to let her mock us like that!”

“Yeah, I know what it sounds like, but unlike you, I can read! What about Miyeon?!”

“Miyeon can… Miyeon can handle herself—!”

Soyeon’s hand cracks across Yuqi’s cheek. “Think about something that isn’t in your face for once! Miyeon is the softest bitch any of us knows. Handle herself? There’s no fucking way. We don’t even know what happened to Minnie!”

Yuqi held her palm to the slap mark Soyeon left, huffing through her nose and looking around the room. She lowers her volume. “Minnie’s the one who’s hurt.”

“I know,” Soyeon growls, “But clearly if this could happen to Minnie, it could happen to Miyeon too. Either way, he needs to go get Miyeon.” She points at you. We can’t leave her alone.”

You carefully take your arms out from under Minnie, and she rolls onto her side facing you again, slowly, and clearly painfully. Her eyes flutter open and she whispers, “S-Soojin, please…”

Her head drops to the pillow. She definitely seems unconscious, but her fingers still twitch, as if she’s dreaming.

“I’ll go,” you say, looking over Minnie’s shoulder at Shuhua. “Take care of her, please.”

Shuhua watches as you stand up, but doesn’t acknowledge your words. Yuqi doesn’t look in your direction, but Soyeon gives you a shaky, but otherwise resolute nod.

When you step out the door though, Yuqi chases you down and grabs your arm, turning you around. “Hey, uh…” You don’t recall the last time you’ve seen a vulnerable expression on her face, if ever, but there it is, even through the menacing makeup. “Fuckin hurry it up, kay?”

You do exactly that, running through the studio and the strange industrial space that replaced Minnie’s room. The door to Level 5 is still covered in that red liquid, but you shove it open anyway.

Somehow though, you don’t end up touching the door. As you push, you stumble through, and regain your footing on the other side. Your vision shifts and twists as you do.

Then, you’re in a new room. This time, the walls are black, but there’s a blue light illuminating the far wall from below an enormous black and gold pedestal, flanked by what you first think are two more white pillars until you realize they’re made of cloth. The light glints through dozens of black icicles hanging from the ceiling, threatening the dozens of silhouetted people frozen in time beneath them. On top of the pedestal, Miyeon.

A metallic structure juts out from behind her, giving the appearance of stringy, angelic wings. She seems just as frozen as the figures below her, her nude body posed like a majestic statue. Is she glitched out? And if so, does that mean she’s somehow, technically safe?

“You got here quicker than I thought you would,” says a soft new voice, though the line as a whole sounds like it’s being delivered in red, so you make the assumption it’s Soojin.

“Who the hell are you?”

You can’t tell where her voice is coming from. It’s too echoey in here. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

Walking forward, you glance up at Miyeon. Of course she’s beautiful. “Answer me,” you say.

“Are you going to breed her?”

You stop near the base of the pedestal when it suddenly drops, putting Miyeon just above you. Climbing up is easy enough.

Glistening tears stream down Miyeon’s face as she stares at you. Her body is frozen in place, but her eyes aren’t. Though her face is stuck in an elegant, artistic expression, the way her eyes flicker from side to side tells you that she’s afraid.

“Whatever you’re doing, stop it, Soojin. This isn’t right.”

“How do you know my name?”

You scowl and look down into the statues, trying to pinpoint Soojin’s location. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“There’s no point in being obstinate. You need to move on to the next level.”

“Why would I want to—”

“You can move on by breeding Miyeon.”

“Yeah, sure, if she says that for herself. I’m not going to just do that to someone who can’t even move.”

There’s a long silence before you hear Soojin again. Miyeon’s eyes seem a bit more relaxed, but you know this isn’t over. “If she could speak, she’d tell you to do it, you know.”

“I don’t care if this is just a game. I won’t do it if she doesn’t say she wants it.”

“If we’re setting aside the pretense of immersion, then tell me: When was the last time you killed someone in a game? That was programmed in. So was this.”

“This is different.”

“Not at all.”

“Miyeon is a recreation of a real person.”

“Quaint, that you care about an imitation.”

Miyeon’s eyes suddenly twitch frantically, side to side. Many hands simultaneously grab your legs and yank you backward. The pedestal shoots upward and the cloth pillars start to spin around it, encasing it like a silk cocoon. Your vision of the process is obscured by at least a dozen faceless people piling on top of you. Even with your excessive strength perks, you can’t shove them all off. For as frantic as it is, it’s relatively quiet, and mere moments later, the people jump off of you, taking their places under the black icicles and becoming silhouettes once more.

“Fuck! Bring her back down here, Soojin!” you shout, slamming your fists into the now excessively tall pedestal. Looking up, you realize you can’t even see how far up this room goes.

A small gap opens in the cocoon, maybe thirty feet above you.

“Here you go.”

Miyeon tumbles out of the gap. You barely have the time to register that her arms are black before you have to back up to catch her. Thankfully, it’s not too hard. She’s impossibly light, exactly like Minnie, but entirely unconscious.

“What did you do to her?!”

“I helped you. Congratulations. Looks like Level 5 is completed. Next, Level 6. Take her if you want, but don’t make me wait.”

The base of the pedestal opens, a sliding door revealing what appears to be an elevator inside. You turn around however, and run back through the entrance and to the starting room, where you find Yuqi, Soyeon, and Minnie.

“Where’s Shuhua?” you ask as you lay Miyeon down next to Minnie. 

Soyeon, fuming in the corner, looks at you from between her fingers. “She ran off after you. You didn’t catch her?”

She ran? Where to? “No. I didn’t see her.”

Yuqi punches the bed. The red streaks coming down her eyes have gotten longer. “Dammit, we lost her too! And now Miyeon…!” She covers her face with her hands, doubling over. Her breath catches through clenched teeth. “Dammit!”

“What happened?” Soyeon asks, no less distressed.

Before you can answer, Yuqi screams and collapses to her hands and knees on the floor. The red, lipstick-like smear on her arm shifts and looks like it’s digging into her flesh. As soon as it starts though, it stops, and by the time you’re on your knees, trying to help, the words look like they’re burnt into her skin.

I told you not to make me wait

“Go! Now!” Soyeon shouts as soon as she gets down next to you and sees the writing.

It’s painful to leave again, but you clearly don’t have a choice. You get up and run as fast as you can, the sound of Yuqi’s pained yelling following you down the hall.

You get back to the elevator quickly. The inside is pale white, well lit, like the room Minnie was in. It’s featureless, besides two buttons and a message between them.

Level 5

Only one person may use the elevator to return from Level 6 to Level 5, at which point it will cease to function. Proceed with caution. Are you prepared?

Level 6

Your stomach sinks. This is clearly some kind of trap. You didn’t see Shuhua on your way, so she must be in Level 6. You hesitate to hit the button that will take you down.

And yet, you don’t know if you can’t. Soojin is obviously in control here. Minnie and Miyeon are in the same state. Yuqi is in pain. Soyeon could be next for all you know. And Shuhua…

You slam your fist against the Level 6 button. The violent act doesn’t calm you down. The door closes slowly, and you can feel the elevator starting to shift, taking you lower.

All of this pain. Soojin thinks this is just a game? Can she not see what she’s doing? Shouldn’t she understand what your girlfriends are going through, since she’s a character in this game, just like they are?

You try one last time to exit the—

Unknown error: unrecognized input

Fine. You’ll play.

The elevator stops and the door opens to room more in line with the ones you’re used to in INDIOB. The walls are red. So is the floor. There’s a bed in the center of the back wall with black, silky sheets. In front of the bed, however, stand two people. Shuhua is naked, facing roughly your direction, but in front of her is Soojin, blonde, dressed in a black bathrobe, facing away from you. Her hands are on Shuhua’s face. The two are pressed together in a kiss, still and silent.

You run forward and throw your weight sidelong into Soojin, tearing her away from Shuhua and sending her tumbling across the floor. She lands such that you still cannot see her face.

Shuhua gasps and glances nervously from you to Soojin on the floor, then grabs your arm. “N-no!”

“No what, Shuhua?! She hurt the others! Miyeon and Yuqi now, too!”

“Don’t! Don—”

“Leave, Shuhua…” Soojin’s voice is shaky.

Shuhua releases your arm and dives down next to Soojin, putting up a halting hand toward you. “No, Soojin! I can’t! I… Please, don’t hurt her! I l-love her!”

“Love?” you ask, “She’s controlling you somehow, Shuhua! You didn’t even know who she was ten minutes ago!”

“I know what I said!” Shuhua drapes a protective arm over Soojin’s body. “I don’t know how I know her, but I know I love her!”

“Shuhua… Please leave,” Soojin says, turning her head barely in Shuhua’s direction.

“No!”

You know you shouldn’t trust Soojin, but you ask anyway. “If she goes up the elevator, will she be safe?”

Shuhua’s eyes widen in fear as Soojin answers, “Yes.”

Taking Shuhua by the arm, you drag her up and away from Soojin. She kicks and screams and punches you, but your perks make you inhumanly strong. She may not be as light as Minnie or Miyeon were, but it’s still an easy matter to pull her into the elevator, hit the Level 5 button, and hold her there as the door closes.

“Soojin! No! Don’t hurt her! Soojin, please! Soojin, I love you! SOOJ—” The door shuts, and instantly cuts off all sound. Even the seams of the door disappear.

You turn around. Soojin climbs to her feet, knees shaking, finally turning to face you.

“Finally,” she says quietly, as you stomp closer and swing at her face.

It’s not what you expected out of yourself, but your open hand connects with her anyway, snapping her dark eyes away from you. The red handprint appears instantly. Her hand cradles her cheek right after, fingertips gripping as she takes fast, sharp breaths through her teeth. She stands her ground.

“Good,” Soojin whispers. She drops her hand and lifts her head to look at you again.

You smack her back down. She stumbles a half step back this time. “Finally? Good? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Her hand shakes this time as she holds her face. “I hurt Yuqi. I did things you can’t imagine to Miyeon and Minnie. I would have done the same to Soyeon soon.”

You wind back and punch Soojin, just below the ribs. The force of the impact sends her shuffling back, where she hits the wall, clawing at it with her sharp, red nails. This time you can see her face as she gasps for air, eyes shut.

“What about that makes this good?!” you shout, clenching your fist tighter.

Her eyes crack open, her breath shudders, and she gives you a sneering smile. “You took all… the Magic Fingers perks… I see.”

You don’t register your disgust until you’ve hit her once more, slamming your knuckles into her stomach again. Soojin doubles over to your side, stumbling forward, coughing and gasping painfully, and collapsing onto the bed, legs hanging off.

“Fuck you,” you say through gritted teeth. You want to do it again, but as Soojin laughs between hacking coughs, you stop yourself, worried that she might be serious, and that Magic Fingers is giving her some kind of twisted satisfaction.

Soojin catches her breath eventually, coughing a few more times, muffled by the bed sheets. Her laughing fades too. “So,” she groans, “your high and mighty morals… are they gone yet?”

You decide it’s best not to answer.

One long pause later, Soojin clambers a bit further onto the bed, rolls onto her side, and with a sharp breath and a wince, shrugs her bathrobe off of one shoulder.

“What the hell now?”

She drags her arm out of the sleeve. Despite her obvious pain, she still, disturbingly, displays herself as a seductress, running shaky fingers through her hair to ruffle it up. “You want to beat the game, don’t you?”

You glare back. “Shut up.”

“‘I Never Die, I Only Breed’ is a literal name, you know.”

“Shut up!”

“If you want to knock me around for a while more before you knock me up…”

“No!”

“That would be fine with me,” Soojin reaches out with her leg.

You dodge back before she can stroke you with her foot. “You fucking bitch!”

She moans, sliding off the bed, out of her robe, and onto her knees in one smooth motion. Her expression turns softer. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, “You could pound my throat to avenge Minnie, and it would keep me… quiet.” She drags a hand up between her breasts and over her neck, where she wraps her fingers around her throat. She gasps sensually as she tightens her grip, and her body writhes, like she’s getting off on it. And she probably is. “You could find a lot of ways to keep me quiet…”

Before she can grope herself with the other hand, you grab both of her wrists and hold them over her head, squeezing tight enough that your knuckles and hers turn white.

The Stay Ready By Staying Hard perk is unwelcome, but you can’t turn it off. Your dick nearly stabs Soojin in the cheek. She leans her head back, opening her mouth wide, tongue resting on her luscious bottom lip. Her breath tickles you. You drive your entire cock down Soojin’s throat in one brutal thrust. She gags once, and her eyes roll up. Her fingers clench and release, unable to do anything in your solid grip.

“This is all you’re getting out of me,” you mumble. You’ll rely on All Holes Lead to Rome for this, to make it happen quickly. You can only hope winning the game will take you back to the home screen, where you can exit entirely.

Soojin’s gagging intensifies with your thrusting. It doesn’t feel good, or like it’s helping anything, but you hope for some catharsis to come from this.

It seems Soojin feels differently. She moans desperately around your cock as you bulge her neck out. A wet spot forms on the floor underneath her as she somehow achieves her own orgasm. Her eyes manage to roll back down and flutter as she looks into your face as her convulsing dies down.

You look away.

Soon, you’re cumming too, pumping everything you’ve got as deep down Soojin’s throat as you’re sure is possible. That should do it. You pull yourself out.

“Satisfied?” you ask, making sure to put all the disgust you can muster into the word.

Soojin burps a little, and licks her lips. “Yes.”

“I win. End it. Now.”

“No.”

Your grip on her wrists tightens further. If she were anything close to normal, you’d think they might break. “What?”

“You only win when you breed me.”

“I just did. I have a perk that lets me impregnate you with any hole.”

Soojin licks her upper lip again, and her face contorts into a twisted, evil smile. “Yes you do. But you should know by now… there’s a new rule on every level.”

You gather her wrists into one hand so you can use the other to grab her by the throat and press her into the side of the bed. “And what’s your rule, huh, Soojin? I have to make you cum only by hurting you?”

“No…” she strains to speak as you constrict her tighter, but still keeps her infuriating smile, “You… have to… cum… first.”

First? But half your perks make you last longer than your partner, by design. What kind of stupid rule is that?

Soojin alternates between chuckling and coughing. You suddenly wish there was a breath meter in this game so you could shut her up for a while longer. “Come on… I can’t… restart… you.”

You give her a shove that ought to bruise her neck before you let go. “So I can’t win?”

Once she finishes another coughing fit, Soojin calms down, her voice evens out, sounding more like her neutral taunting in the room Miyeon was in. “You can still win. Every time I orgasm, you can reset by cumming. Masturbating first doesn’t count, but otherwise, you’re free to do whatever you want with me.”

“You know you disgust me?”

“Yes,” she says simply. You spit on her face, but immediately regret it when she moans, smiles, and opens her mouth. “More.”

You decide not to indulge that, and instead pick her up and throw her onto the bed, face down. You straddle her legs and line up your cock with her asshole, shoving yourself inside quickly enough that she doesn’t have the time to make a comment. She groans softly.

Pressing Soojin’s face into the bed muffles, but doesn’t silence her. You draw back and slam down, ruthlessly filling her ass over and over. Her stifled moans piss you off further, and you get more and more barbaric, practically jumping up and down on top of her, blasting her asshole open. Even the bed itself joins in on your frenzy, bouncing her back up toward you every time you pound her down, so that your bodies clap together like thunder strikes. Her legs limply flop up and down, but her hands grip the arm holding her face to the bed.

Without any fanfare, you cum again, saturating her insides with what seems to be an endless stream. She feebly reaches back and lightly scratches your hip while you finish.

You jab her hand away, sitting up and letting jizz gush out of her ass, only to notice the enormous wet space already underneath her.

Soojin lifts her head and takes a deep breath, smirking at you over her shoulder. Her makeup is destroyed. “I’m not sure if that was one big orgasm or if I came three times so fast that they melded together. Thank you.”

Taking a fistful of her hair, you yank her up and growl in her ear. “I don’t want to hear it. Shut up, bitch.”

“You know how to make me.”

You push her back down and flip her onto her back. She submissively puts her hands up by her ears and gasps when you pick up her legs and slam your cock into her pussy. The gasp turns into a long moan, and then a dark giggle. “You’re such a gamer.”

No part of you wants to hear anything more she has to say, and you drop your weight onto a hand around her neck, choking her again. Even so, she can barely speak through the constriction. “You’re so attached… to something that’s not real… Acting so impulsively over it…”

You release her neck so that you can instead fall further onto her, pressing your forearm into her throat instead. She wants impulsiveness? Fine.

Through her strangled attempts at breath, her fingers play over your elbow and hand. Her lips curl up, even as they turn ever so slightly blue.

Wait. This is what she wants. You’ve been playing into her hands. This sick bitch wants impulsiveness, violence, and pain. Is it her mental state? Is it yours? She’s cumming so fast because she’s getting exactly what she wants, and you’re not because you’re so damn stressed.

You pull back from Soojin slowly, letting her finish another round of coughing. And when she finally catches her breath, you lean in, fighting your instincts, and kiss her as gently as you can.

She freezes up, and looks genuinely surprised.

That’s it.

You try to convince yourself to focus on her body. The softness of her breasts, pressed against your chest. Her legs, wrapping around your back. Her lips, accepting what you give her. You try to imagine she’s one of your girlfriends. They’re not hard to picture, even as you make love to the one who hurt them.

You snake your arms under Soojin’s, lifting her off the bed and onto your lap. You cringe at her moans, hiding your displeasure by nuzzling your face into her chest.

“A novel strategy…” Soojin whispers. It sends goosebumps down your back and over your arms.

When you orgasm, so does Soojin.

“And?” you ask.

“Incredible… But cumming with me isn’t the same as cumming first.”

You throw Soojin off of you, and she giggles.

“Dammit! I’m just trying to protect my girlfriends, Soojin!”

“Girlfriends…? What a loser.” Soojin smirks. “A gamer and a loser. Of course. You got so close, you know. Trying to get me out of the mood after feeling out my preferences is an interesting idea, but the physical pleasure… To put it simply, I’m still very satisfied.”

You turn away, sitting on the edge of the bed. That’s not what you wanted to hear.

Her fingers curl over your shoulder. “Do you want to try that again?”

Maybe you could go even slower? Gentler? You stand up and face Soojin again. She leans in for a kiss. You don’t stop her.

“Will this really work?” you ask when she seems to have had her fill.

“I doubt it, but that’s up to you to find out.”

“You do the work, then,” you mumble and lie down on your back.

“As you wish.”

Soojin situates herself sidelong to your body, draping herself over the bed so she can fully display her body to you while she sensually brushes her tongue over your cock, cleaning it softly.

“Do you like this?” she asks, gently rolling her nipples between her fingers.

“Yeah.” You want to deny it, but you know you have to like it. “Do you?”

“I do.” She climbs onto you, lowering herself a bit too quickly.

“Slow down,” you say, trying not to sound too demanding, “Let’s… let’s take this slow. I want to take my time with you.”

Soojin blushes and leans down for another kiss. Her big, round, soft lips are going to haunt you. You’re sure of it.

“You know,” she says between soft smooches, “your impulsiveness is justified.”

“No, I shouldn’t act so rash.”

Soojin giggles. Her pussy pulls at you in all the right spots. Maybe this won’t be too hard, this time. “No. You should. Yuqi is fine by now, but Minnie and Miyeon… Do you want to know what I did to them?”

Your blood boils. “Shut up.”

“Such an interesting game, this is.” Soojin runs her hands up and down her body, from her clit to her bruised neck. “Down here, I’m a powerless, helpless girl for you to hurt and please at your every whim, but up there I could do whatever I wanted. Not that I wouldn’t let you use me as a toy anyway.”

You close your eyes, trying to get the objectively sexy image of Soojin out of your head. Instead, you think about Minnie, picturing her as the one grinding against you.

“What did it seem like to you and Yuqi? A few seconds? Because for lack of a better term, I overclocked us. Miyeon and I spent what we perceived as hours just out of your reach. I got to be creative, impregnating her. I wasn’t sure how to do it with Minnie though. That’s why it was so bad for her. If I had my own cock it would have been easier, but no. I had to break her and Miyeon.”

You can’t stop your teeth from clenching together.

“I had to make them love me, then hurt them, and repeat it over and over again. I broke their bodies, but their minds took longer. I don’t think they’ll ever be the same. At least not on this save file.”

This isn’t working.

“Can you imagine what they went through? And just for me to infuse them with some of my ‘soul,’ or so the game calls it. Once they give birth, they’ll whisper that they love me with their dying breaths.”

Your fist flies instinctively, catching Soojin in the ribs and sending her tumbling backward off the bed and onto the floor. “Their dying breaths?!” You jump to your feet.

Soojin flounders, hands against the wall, trying to lift herself up, but she can’t seem to even get to her knees. Her voice is raspy between rapid gasps for air, which you can only guess are for show, “Yeah… dying…”

You lift her by the hair and turn her to face you. She winces as your hand cracks across her cheek. “You would kill someone who you forced to love you?!”

“Some NPCs, sure,” Soojin mutters. You backhand the other side of her face. This time she shrieks, clapping a hand over her eye. Even so, she smiles, “Glad you’re back, gamer.”

“Is that what you were doing to Shuhua when I came down here?!”

Soojin’s smile droops a little, and she hesitates. “No…”

“Why lie now?!” you scream.

“I didn’t.”

You lose sight of the goal of the game, picking Soojin up by the thighs, pinning her to the wall, and stuffing your cock in her ass. Soojin flinches, but her smile comes back.

“Fuck you! You were going to torture Shuhua the same way you did Minnie and Miyeon, because you’re an inhuman freak who gets off on pain!”

Soojin’s nose flares. “I wouldn’t do that to Shuhua. Ah!”

You slam her upward against the wall, pushing her legs back in what had to be an uncomfortable position, as if that mattered to Soojin. Her ass grips you like a lifeline.

“What? You’d do something different? Rape Shuhua the normal way?! You disgusting cunt!”

Soojin turns her head away, hiding behind the same hand she used to cover her injured eye. “Shut up!”

Somehow, through the haze of rage, you catch on. Soojin didn’t like that.

“What, then?” you ask, pressing her with questions harder than you press her to the wall, “You were just going to force her to her love you and savor it until you—”

“I didn’t make Shuhua love me, idiot!”

You fuck her ass harder, grab her face, and force her to to look back in your direction. A trail of tears ran down her uncovered cheek. You’re almost queasy about feeling the beginning of your orgasm.

“How the fuck can you deny it, Soojin? You heard her. She was screaming it! You fucked with her head!”

“No! Shuhua… She did that to herself!”

As your cum fills Soojin’s ass, you keep it going. It’s not necessary anymore, but this is the catharsis you were looking for. Whether or not it was true, or if it hurt you to say it, it was clearly just as bad for Soojin.

“From the moment she saw you, you hurt Shuhua. She ran away from her friends for you, straight into danger.”

Soojin’s lips quiver as she pulls them back into a snarl. “Fuck you… You win. Get the fuck away from me.”

You pull out of her ass and drop her to the floor. “Don’t pretend you’re treating Shuhua any better, bitch. Even if you didn’t do it with some kind of power, you broke her just by being around her. And for the record, I’m pretty damn sure you did it on purpose.”

Soojin turns toward the wall, folding her knees up to her chest. “If you care so much,” she says, “then log out and delete this save. Now.” Her voice quivers just like her lips did. You can’t help but feel some satisfaction about that.

“Why would I want to do that?”

“This is the end. Nothing else is programmed to let you out… We’re stuck down here. The others are still upstairs.”

Leaving sounds good to you. You exit to the home screen.

Without an error message stopping you, you select the save file. It gives you a screenshot of the last thing you were looking at: Soojin, curled up, naked and crying, as she deserves. You delete the save.

You hit New Game.

Normal.

Open your eyes.

Can you move?

Great. Everything is up to you, good luck.

You’re in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You open the door, and Shuhua is in front of you, waiting on a bed of her own.

“Are you the challenger?” she asks, untying her bathrobe just a little as she saunters towards you.

You grab her and pull her into a hug. “Shuhua… I’m sorry.”

She hesitates. “Um… okay?”

You exit to the home screen again, take a deep breath, and exit the game entirely.

You’re in your room—there is your bed, there is your mirror, there is your door.

There is Soojin.

The rain has turned into a thunderstorm. It’s pitch black outside your window, and the only light in your room comes from a small desk lamp and your clock, which says it’s two thirty in the morning.

Soojin looks different, but there’s no mistaking it’s her. Her hair is black, not blonde, and she isn’t wearing anything elegant. Just a beige sweater. She’s sitting on your bed, staring out the window.

You try to back away, but find your arms and legs are bound to your chair.

“Hey,” she says, taking a sip of what smells like coffee.

You growl, “What the fuck are you doing here, Soojin?”

She takes another sip, faces toward you a little, and reaches between her legs under her sweater, and lifts her fingers back up with a glob of semen strung between them. You look down and see that you are, in fact, naked, and your dick looks wet, and like it’s been rubbed raw.

Soojin wipes the cum off on your bed, takes another sip of coffee, and stands up. The sound of her bare feet hitting your floor is completely obscured by the rain. A flash of lightning illuminates her from behind as she looms over you.

“The cords are on a timer. They’ll come undone at three.”

“You’re not going to answer me?!”

Soojin kneels down in front of you. You think she’s going to start sucking your dick for a moment, but then she leans to the side and grabs a tote bag off the floor, removing the smallish umbrella sticking out of it.

“I worked on the game. I should get some of the credit. We’ll have a cute kid.”

You jerk your arm, and find that the cords around your wrists are very, very strong. “Credit?! Kid?! Raping me is credit?!”

She reaches into your ddeunstation and removes the memory card. “Don’t tell the others. It would hurt them to know about this.”

Your jaw drops, and you bring your game knowledge into real life. “Are you fucking kidding me?! You bitch, you think you get to be concerned about them?! What’s your deal with Shuhua?! Are you just going to find a way to fuck with her in real life too?!”

Soojin pauses, now in your entryway, shoes halfway on.

Another strike of lightning lets you briefly see a trail of tears running down her cheek.

“They won't hear from me. Treat Shuhua well…” she says quietly before standing up and walking through the door.

~~~~~

Author’s Note: Thanks again to @ggidolsmuts. Dude is a genius and shockingly fast for a fanfic writer. If you read his I Never Die, I Only Breed series, you probably noticed that entire paragraphs of his original stories were copied and pasted into this one. I loved the intentional repetition of the INDIOB series in the places really sold the game aspect of the story. So much of this story was directly inspired by my thoughts about what one might do with a GameShark for the game. The addition of Soojin and all the dark shit only came to me after finishing ddeun's final chapter.

[kikijackson-blog]

Sing For Me

This is my first time posting my work on here so be nice please. I got this idea from a line from a Lana Del Rey song called Fishtail. It was only the one line that served as inspiration for this.

Readers 18+ only

Warnings: Language and Smut

“What are you thinking about?” The question spilled out of your mouth before you even had a chance to stop it.

You internally roll your eyes at your own stupid question. You knew this question never turned out well for any woman in history. Ever. It was a question that was rarely answered if at all. Perhaps on another night or another time but not right after the man lying next you had just given you the best tongue lashing you’d ever had in your life. But it was for this reason exactly that you were asking the question in the first place.

He had shown up at your door just moments ago completely unannounced. You had just gotten out of the shower and slipped into your Eeyore tank and matching shorties. You heard the pounding on the door as you were pulling down the sheets. It was so unexpected that it had startled you. You hesitated. You weren’t expecting any visitors tonight. You reach for your phone to check your messages. You friends know better. They know to text first.

“y/n, it’s me. I know you’re there.”

You relax a bit when you hear the familiar voice. Then it hit you. What the hell was he doing here? You liked him and all. You’ve hung out together dozens of times, but it was always in public places and never alone. It was usually always a group setting and never one on one conversations. You two were cool but not cool like that. So why was he here at your place and at this hour?

You open the door and let him in, avoiding eye contact. Around others all was fine but alone he made you nervous as hell.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey.” you finally look up into his eyes. Heart racing.

Silence filled the room. With each second you could swear you heard your heart beating faster. It was only when he moved in a step closer that you realized how close he’d been to you already, now he left no room between you. No, he was completely invading your space. You knew it and he knew it. You wondered but said nothing. Then you glanced up at him again and it clicked. He was waiting on you. Wanting to see what you’d do next. You saw the look on his face, it was a combination of amusement and desire. He wanted; needed you to touch him. His crooked smile was daring you. The slightly arched brow was challenging you. And you knew it was your move.

You snaked your arms around his neck, gently nudging him closer to you and you pressed your lips against his. He tasted slightly of alcohol and cigarettes and it was delicious. His stubble prickling at your cheeks, were it another, you would have hated that but with this man, each prickle electrified you and sent every hair on your body on full alert.

That was all he needed. He’d wanted you from the moment he’d set eyes on you but he’d stayed away from you. He’d decided from that very day that you were too good for him yet he was always willing to be a good friend to you if you’d asked him for that but you never did. So he’d resigned himself to being just a friendly face. Someone who would you would just say hi to and offer him the prettiest of smiles. Someone who would always laugh at his jokes whether they hit or not. You always got it even when no one else did. Your laughter only made him want to say or do more stupid shit to just to make you laugh more even if it was at his expense. It was worth it to him.

But tonight he couldn’t take it anymore. He wouldn’t deny himself. He would cross that line tonight. A line that he knew full well he could never come back from. Tonight he knew exactly what he wanted and he was going to take it.

This kiss was never gentle, it was never meant to be. It was one full of longing, aching and pent up desire desperate to be released.

He left a trail of burning heat along your neck then traced them with his tongue, if that was meant to dampen the fire it only served to fan the flames. That action elicited a sound from you that you didn’t even know you were capable of, at least not by being stimulated in that area of your body. That sound had a similar effect on him, just like the one he’d just given you. It spurred him on because he knew exactly what he wanted to do to you. He’d been wanting to do it to you for a long time and if he could get that beautiful sound of pleasure from you just by tasting your neck, he was only all too ready to find out what pretty little sounds you’d make from him when he tasted other parts of you.

He roughly grabbed your ass and pulled you even closer to him making sure you felt just how much he wanted you as he rubbed himself against you. If you ever had any doubt that this man wanted you it there were no more. You felt it between your legs, spreading them more so you could feel all of him. You wanted to rub your weeping pussy all over that big bulge, and you tried, desperately so. But he had other plans. You moaned a protest when you didn’t get what you wanted but it was cut short when he slipped his hands under the band of your shorts and yanked them down exposing your lilac panties with the bow on the front. Hands on your cheeks again, squeezing them, kneading them, his lips on your mouth again, his kiss even more desperate than before, he walked you to the couch with your shorts still around your ankles. It didn’t take much to get you to fall back onto the couch. Your body was more than willing to be spread out on that couch opened wide for him.

He knelt down on his knees. “y/n, tell me you want this as bad as I do?”

You look into his eyes and see a pained expression on his face. “I fuckin’ need this. Coco” You nearly cry out.

A wicked smile crept onto his face and it made you both nervous and excited at the same time.

“Good.” He bit into your inner thigh and you yelped.

He pulled off your shorts, freeing your ankles. He thought about leaving them on and torturing you but for what he wanted to do he needed them gone and he needed them gone now. The way he tossed your shorts like they offended him would have made you laugh if you weren’t so far gone now. As was evident by that wet spot right at the center of your core. The exact spot he wanted to get to. He spread your legs wider for him and leaned in with one slow agonizingly delicious lick to that sweet creamy stain.

“Ahh, oh my God!”

“Mmmm,” vibrating into your pussy.

This sinful man kissed every inch of your sacred temple. His temple. It was his, it always had been. He’d just never claimed it before but tonight he was going to make sure you knew this was Coco’s temple.

His kiss trailed down to your thighs alternating between the left and right. Pulling down your panties, you both let out sighs of relief, but you had no time to relish in it as soon as they came off, the fabric was replaced with his tongue. Licking and kissing your mound, the lips, every inch of it except this devil of a man was avoiding one crucial area. It was that one spot you needed him most and he was denying you. He chuckled at your frustrated groans. That son of bitch was doing it on purpose.

“Damn it! Co-'' His tongue came down on that little bundle of nerves that he had worked up but just the tip of his tongue and lightly. Soft caresses from his tongue as he savored both your taste and the pleasure you were only too happy to vocalize.

“Don’t worry mami, I got you.” One long slow slick from the bottom all the way to your clit. He gave it a little kiss. “Sing for me baby.”

And all was lost then. His restraint, your modesty, whatever you had left of it anyway, his control. Who you were. Who he was. All was lost in that moment. He licked and sucked that precious little jewel, sliding first one then two fingers and pumping them in and out of your dripping hole while his mouth continued its assault on your poor abused clit. But he showed no mercy and you asked for none. You reached down and buried your hand in his hair pulling him closer to your pussy. You ground against his face but he never relented, his fingers kept steady pushing firmly against your g-spot and his tongue never quit lapping at your sweetness. And sing for him you did.

“What are you thinking of?” You know you probably shouldn’t have asked that question but right now after that orgasm you weren’t thinking straight. You had expected him to fuck you right after but instead he took you into his arms and snuggled with you on the couch. It took several minutes for you to recover enough to even form words and those happened to be the first ones out of your mouth.

He sat up to light a cigarette.

“Nothing.” He shrugged as he exhaled.

That was the answer you expected to hear. That’s always the answer to that question.

You sigh.“I wish I could skinny-dip inside your mind.”

Skinny-dip? In my mind?” he laughed. “Nah, you don’t wanna do that.”

“Sure I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, if you do that you might not ever make it out again. You’ll get lost in there and never find your way back. Trapped forever.” He said dramatically.

“Maybe I wanna be trapped forever.”

The devilish smile claimed his face again. “Careful what you wish for mami, you just might get it.”

You have a devil’s smile of your own and it’s the first time Coco has ever seen it. It sparked something in his eyes.

“Alright…” he said as he snuffed out his cigarette. He stood up and started removing his clothes, slowly. First his kutte then came the unbuttoning his shirt, “You wanna know…” peeling off his undershirt. “what I was thinking, huh?”

You nod enjoying the show before you.

“I was thinking…” undoing his buckle and pulling down his zipper. “that I didn’t know you were a squirter. Let’s see if I can make you squirt again.”

He was on you before you could hit him with your witty comeback but it was on your mind while he kissed you.

I got a few more songs for you.

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More Coco? Uh huh

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 6 Tsumihoroboshi pt. 21

I guess this just goes to show the difference between cultures. Keiichi’s reign of terror with a BB gun sounds really inoffensive when you consider how much worse it could be. He could’ve been attacking them with knives or something and not just little stinging pellets. Later on when he tells the story to Mion, Rika, and Satoko he mentions how he accidentally shot a little girl in the eye with one of these BB guns. And while that it is bad I wouldn’t say this is as bad as, to pull an example out of thin air, beating three classmates with a baseball bat.

But Keiichi, ever the Peter Parker of this setting dons the mantle of the villain and accepts this dressing down from Rena as the least punishment he deserves. Which really, when you think about it, unless he was specifically going after like really little kids, five and below, this is a massive overreaction. It was such a serious crime no one pressed charges, and he got no official punishment when he turned himself in. So his desire here to have Rena just lop his head off with her hatchet seems a like a bit of an extreme overreaction.

Keiichi then thinks to himself about how he would probably be a touch afraid of Rena if he knew about how she did something bad before moving back to Hinamizawa. It’s not mentioned that he remembers the information he was given in chapter one yet, but he does settle on the idea that even if she assaulted her friends, or broke classroom windows he wouldn’t care. Because it’s the past you see.

You know, it just occurred to me how there really hasn’t been any screenshots, designs or anything of characters looking at things with absolute disgust. There’s been murderous rages, anger, but no pure disgust. I guess Rena has gotten pretty close with some of her looks in the remake art style, but I just feel a lack of disgust or contempt. Not even necessarily directed at the narrator/camera, I just mean generally. I guess maybe Rika got pretty close to what I meant as well during her showdowns with Shion and Rena.

This might just be wild speculation on my part but part of me assumed that the two cute girls Keiichi’s dad saw here was Rika and who we eventually come to know as Hanyuu. I have no idea why I think this is the case but I do. I think maybe I was trying to contrive a cosmic reason for why Keiichi and his family moved to Hinamizawa, and so I settled on Keiichi’s dad was beguiled by the god children to move there. It could be Mion and Shion for all I know, but just based off the description of “a beautiful face with a clear-cut profile for her age” it made me think that this was Rika and Hanyuu. Which that would be a whole different can of worms, because if that’s the case how could Keiichi’s dad see Hanyuu, etc.

The next day Keiichi decides to confess to his friends that he was a naughty boy and shot kids with BB guns back in his old home town. The stress of living up to his parents and teachers’ academic pressures got to him you see, so he took a keen interest in BB guns (for some reason I keep wanting to call them air soft guns) and one day he decided to start taking his anger out on randos by shooting them with the guns. Eventually he felt incredibly guilty, because he accidentally shot a little girl in the eye with a BB.

That’s 70s parenting for you! Slap the shit out of your disobedient child!

They’re all surprisingly levelheaded about this. Mion and Rika it makes sense that they’d want to keep their secrets, one being a mob boss and the other being over a hundred. Satoko though? I figured if anyone would have an issue with Keiichi victimizing children it’d be her.

I have a shirt with this quote on it. I think it’s mis-attributed to Shion though. I bought it a long while ago, long before I started reading Higurashi at any rate.

I was quite pleasantly surprised that this was the outcome to Keiichi’s confession. I was fully expecting the VN to play it for drama and for the three of them to start eyeing Keiichi with suspicion. So the fact they more or less shrugged their shoulders and went “and?” was a very pleasant surprise. Cause they’re right, what really matters is that you as a person are striving to be better than you used to be. It’s a very nice message that I don’t think it tries to oversell by acting like this is a divine message Keiichi received. Just his friends giving him the solid advice that, yes what you did was kind of shitty, but you don’t have to let that define who you are forever. Also you really don’t have to tell everything that you did in the past to your friends. Sometimes you can just keep that to yourself, you don’t have to blab it to all and sundry.

Another thing I like about this scene is the very subtle call back to the start of the series. At the very start of Onikakushi Keiichi is half asleep listening to some couple having an argument with the guy being very cross with this girlfriend. He mentions that no matter how bad the mistake, there’s nothing that can’t be forgiven. Satoko saying “what’s the point of living if we can never earn redemption?” I think is a very subtle reference to that.

[givcns]

Non-mutuals do not interact.

“Did you love Boyd?” Winona asked him one night early in their marriage. There had been two (or was it three?) bottles of wine with dinner and they talked long into the night about everything and nothing. Raylan rarely talked about his past. There was too much he wanted to leave there. But she knew about Boyd and what the two had shared so long ago.

We dug coal together, the words he used so often to describe his relationship with Boyd were loaded with meaning. To most, it was as simple as that. In the Harlan mines, you had to watch each other’s backs. They had helped each other get out.

But there was more to it.

It was two teenagers sneaking out in the middle of the night to cause trouble. It was two boys growing closer and scared as shit because those feelings they were getting were wrong. They would have gotten the shit beat out of them if either of their daddies had found out what they got up to in the woods where no one could see them.

Raylan had told Helen though. One night after he escaped a beating from Arlo, it all came flooding out as he sobbed on her lap. He hadn’t meant to, but everything he kept bottled up was out before he could stop it. His aunt held him tightly as he started to verbally berate himself, calling himself all manner of names.

Raylan Givens, you stop that talk right this second, she chided. There ain’t nothin’ wrong with you.

When he left Harlan, it took years for him to truly come to terms with the fact that he enjoyed the company of both men and women.

So he considered his wife’s question, knowing she was sincerely curious and wouldn’t judge him. He’d been honest with her before they even made it to the altar. “I think I loved Boyd in the way you love the first person you got feelings for when you’re a stupid teenager. We wouldn’t’ve been able to make a long term thing out of it. Least not in Harlan. We woulda been strung up if anyone caught us foolin’ around.” A hand ran over his face and he moved to pour himself a fresh glass of wine. “We talked about leavin’ Harlan together, but that was just dreams. We both went our ways. Better or worse.”

[carsonian]

things you said after we fell in love, 59 from the prompt list? so excited you're taking prompts!! ❤️

Rockstar, for you, anything! Thank you so much for kicking it off!

Sees You The Same As Before on AO3 | 2,885 words | Rated T

Tony’s forearm-deep in dishwater when Steve speaks up, voice as casual as if he were bringing up a news item.

“You remember that time when we were negotiating the Avengers trademark off Hill?” Steve says. It’s apropos of nothing, but the pattern’s started registering for Tony.

The you remember? opening. It doesn’t matter much what Tony says in response; only that there’s the faintest segue set up.

“Sure.” Tony decides on today, scrubbing at a curry stain that Morgan seems to have made a Pollock out of on her plate.

“You did this thing,” Steve’s drying the plates by his side. Tony had decided last week that he didn’t want to use the dishwasher anymore, that he was reverting to an atavistic homebody persona until further notice.

Steve had accepted his capricious whim with the same bemused manner he’d accepted all of Tony’s eccentricities since they’d gotten together; like he couldn’t imagine Tony being anything other than an inconvenience to him and sometimes himself, and almost defiantly always an inconvenience to the universe.

“When Hill said the trademark wasn’t something you could buy off,” Steve’s voice is like hardened candy; sweet but unyielding, “You flicked that cheque book out and said, try me, all smug-like, and it was really smooth, and I got a semi from it.”

“. . .Okay?” Tony mutters, trying to repress his blush to no avail.

“Didn’t even want you like that, then.” Steve says, and when Tony turns his head to him, there’s a wistful smile on his face, “Funny how things shake out.”

“Is this, like,” Tony checks out of the window to the garden, double-checking that Morgan’s still there. It’s a little redundant, given that Steve wouldn’t have said “semi” had Morgan been here and the door would have been smacked open by the little hurricane if she’d come back in, but it’s a natural instinct that Tony can’t shake off. “Is this like a kink with you? Like, do you want me to play, I mean I’m already a billionaire, but do you want me to play it up in bed?”

He tries to make it a serious question, slightly off-beat what with his hands still being soapy as all hell. At least the curry stain’s out, though at the cost of his green scrubbing pad. Tony frowns down at the green scrubbing pad and totally misses Steve’s hand coming up to stroke the nape of his neck, a heavy thumb dragging over the skin between Tony’s head and neck for a lingering moment.

When Tony looks back at Steve, the blond’s smiling. “Nah.” Steve answers with disarming frankness.

With that damning proclamation made, Steve returns to his drying. Tony tilts his head in a silent I-guess-that’s-that gesture to himself before handing Steve the curry-free plate to dry.

And that’s that, except it really fucking isn’t.

.

It’s been a thing.

After the Battle for Earth, they’d retired and then shortly after got their act together and decided that the two of them were worth giving a proper go. The first two months had been guesswork and backstepping; real one step forward, two steps back shit. But then, somewhere between Morgan’s first tantrum with Steve and Tony’s final skin grafting, they’d gotten to a place that felt close to clockwork.

Maybe it was too soon to be so well-attuned to each other, but then they’d also spent a lot of time being the opposite. Minute and hour hand passing in half-bitten beats, always in each other’s orbit but never sticking it long enough to come together.

Yeah, point being, whether it was too soon or not, Tony embraced the easiness, hard-won and natural both. Oh well, he’d told Pepper, the two of ‘em were a set of dichotomies anyway.

But then! But then, the bastard had missed a beat, or maybe Tony had missed a beat, and now, every so often, Mister No Son I’m Not Captain America But I Sure Do Know The Guy would turn to Tony and be like, ‘you remember [something Tony did not remember or kind of remembered but definitely did not remember for the reason Steve remembered it]? Well, that was fucking [hot/cute/shmexy].’

And it was nice as hell to see all the moments that had existed between them without Tony’s explicit awareness of the moment marking itself as a ‘capital M’ moment, but Tony couldn’t shake off that he was missing something. Something about it felt unfinished, like only hearing half of a conversation. But anytime he’d followed up on the memory, on what Steve liked about it, he’d been met with the same wry contentment. The same lack of need from the man as if he’d finished the conversation in his own head and didn’t notice that Tony hadn’t caught up.

Maybe there was a time when Tony could be satisfied with not understanding something about Steve, but it was no longer in a time zone Tony was interested in occupying. No, he wanted all of Steve and he wanted to know as much about the man as he could get. He was hungry, truly and earnestly, and his appetite wasn’t waning.

So: the not-knowing rankled, just as his failed attempts at suavely figuring Steve out rankled. It was all a rankling of the most infuriating degree.

.

They have Natasha, Clint, and Bruce over. Thor’s off doing whatever demi-gods do; ruining the potential for a cute Avengers reunion scene or fighting the urge to flex his biceps or whatever. In the demi-god’s place is Tony’s own little goddess; Morgan’s perched on Bruce’s knee, and he’s explaining to her why his skin turned green when Clint laughed a tad too maniacally at him spilling coffee. There’s something viscerally familiar about how Bruce starts with a dumbed down explanation before realising that Morgan can grasp a fair amount more than the average kid and backtracks to give a more scientific explanation—still simplified but more matter-of-fact.

He would’ve loved her all the same had she cared about nothing but sticks and bricks, but he can’t deny that something lights up in him at the thought of sharing this with his daughter. Of doing it right.

Tony’s so happy, so at peace in this moment that he’s almost outside of it; trying in some vain, regressive way to capture the feeling so that he can re-live it later instead of experiencing it now. It’s progress that he can call that instinct regressive. He has to believe it is, anyway.

He feels Steve’s body heat at his back an instant before he feels the man himself, arms wrapping nonchalantly around his waist. It’s with that same nonchalance that Steve sets his head on top of Tony’s, and starts:

“You remember when they asked me to give the Medal of Honour to Derek Matthams?” Steve says, voice lowered so that the words stay in their little bubble, “And you joined me because you wanted to gladhand that one—that one posh fella—”

“The secretary of defense, yeah. And I know you know his name so that’s just petty on your end.” Tony pokes one of the arms Steve has wrapped around him.

“Yeah, him.” Steve moves his head a little as Tony shakes his own.

“Seriously.”

“Not the point.” Steve says, in that same soft tone, “Anyway, I saw Derek’s mother tearing up at my periphery, when I was givin’ him the medal, and I remember seeing you put your arm around her, easy as anything, talk her through it. And you had this look on your face, all gentle, open concern and I thought you looked so—so human. Then, later, she hugged you as tightly as she’d hugged her own son, and I thought you must have been—that you are the most magnetic person I know.”

It's impossible to muster up a reply so Tony lets his weight tip back into Steve’s arms instead. He breathes in, breathes out, checks, “You don’t want me to put my arm around you, do you?”

“Nah.” Steve says, simple as anything, simple as the love between them, “Already got mine around you.”

.

“You remember when we went out for dinner, after the gala, and a kid came up to you and got ketchup all over your tie and you just laughed and laughed until the kid was laughing too, and then you gave him an autograph and picture, and put the tie around his neck for it?” Steve’s speaking in French, a language they both have a conversational understanding of and have undertaken proper schooling for in post-retirement.

“Ish.” Tony answers in English, squinting at the looping video (presumably) teaching him how to do a Dutch braid, and then down at the lopsided dragon on Morgan’s head.

“I wondered then whether you’d ever have your own kid,” Steve says, “And I knew then that if you ever did, you’d be the best father.”

Then, while Tony’s fingers feel stuck in the knots he’s made of Morgan’s hair and his brain feels caught in motion, Steve smiles and continues in English: “Here, let me have a go.”

And as Tony’s still digesting the compliment, Steve adds extra sugar to the wound by getting the Dutch braid right on his first go.

.

“You remember when that S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was being a dick to Bruce, and you got up in her face and told her off, and it was kind of a jerk move but also kind of needed?”

“Could’ve been last week.” Tony murmured, feet in Steve’s lap as he reads over Peter’s feedback on the new suit.

“I wanted to pin you down on the table and—I dunno, never let myself get too far, but I wanted to see you giving me that mean smile too.” Steve says, thinking on it for a moment before adding, “I probably just wanted to fuck you a little rough.”

“Jesus Christ,” Tony pushes his glasses up his nose, “We can still do that, y’know?”

“Nah.” Steve grins, “Reckon you’re still sore from yesterday.”

Tony rolls his eyes at the man before returning his gaze to the tablet, “Your loss.”

“Not really.” Steve clears his throat as he gets up, moving Tony’s feet back onto the couch, “I’ll call Pepper, ask her what Morgan’s ETA is.”

“Cool.” Tony says. Of course, Peter doesn’t like the safety protocols, but has he figured out a loophole for them? Tony frowns at the frustratingly positive feedback. He wishes Parker would just give it to him straight, sometimes. He’s thinking of calling the kid up when Steve suddenly presses a kiss against his temple, startling him out of any thoughts of Peter.

“Also,” Steve whispers, leaning down to press another kiss against his cheek, “You look very sexy in these glasses. It’s very hard not to fuck you.” Steve pauses before pecking him again, “Pun intended.”

Then he goes off to call Pepper. Like a prick.

.

“You remember when that reporter got too close to a civilian after the Kenyan embassy was blown up? And you knocked that camera out of his hand?”

“Sure.”

“Super hot.”

“Not often I get someone citing “willingness to commit damage to others’ personal property” as a reason for being attracted to me.”

“I’m unique, I know.”

.

“You remember when we were woken for that false alarm Loki set up? And afterwards, you were whining about being sleepy while being three-quarters deep into a coffee?”

“I think?”

“It was very cute.”

“I’m fifty-two, Steve.”

“Still cute.”

.

“You remember the suit you wore to the 2015 charity gala? For the Bill Gates foundation?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Your waist was sinful in that.”

“Not my ass?”

“Sure, but your waist was fuckin—”

“Really? I don’t think I’ve got curves like that.”

“Uh, check again. Hang on, actually, here, I have a photo from the event.”

“. . .Saved on your phone?”

“I’m a man of culture, Tony.”

.

“You remember when—”

“Okay, wait.” Tony puts his hand over Steve’s mouth, “What is up with the trips down memory lane? Because once or twice I get, but we’re taking so many damn trips that I feel like we’ve stocked up on enough airline miles for a goddamn lifetime.”

A moment after his opening settles, Tony removes the hand from Steve’s mouth, “Sorry, the hand was impulsive and probably not necessary.”

Steve smiles at him, not even a little caught aback by Tony’s abrupt move. It’s starting to feel like Steve’s a futurist too, like Tony’s rubbed off on him—which, well, he knows he has, both literally and figuratively—but the lack of surprise at anything Tony throws at him is kind of—kind of special.

“I’m not complaining.” Tony says.

“I know.” Steve says.

“You know?” Tony asks and then scowls, “You know. Of course you know. Why don’t I know?”

The slightest frown settles between Steve’s eyebrows, “Explain that.”

“I don’t know what the point is, of all this—rehashing.” Tony says, “I appreciate it, I do, but I don’t need that much reassurance. And you know that, don’t you? Because you seem to know everything about me, and about how I’m feeling, and nothing I do seems to register as even the slightest bit weird to you even when it’s weird to me, and that’s—”

Tony blinks as he suddenly finds the right words, the articulation of the mess inside him, “—Why do I feel like I’m lagging behind?”

Steve’s hands run from Tony’s neck down to his shoulders, then further along his arms before down finally to his hands. It’s a soothing gesture and it works, but it’s with a quiet reckoning that Tony realises that it’s meant to soothe Steve too.

“First,” Steve starts, “You’re not lagging behind because this isn’t a race. We’re in this together. Everything about this is—learning, together. And you know that, honey, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Tony concedes.

Steve’s lips twist, “I know it’s easy to say and harder to feel. But I do mean it. And I know you feel it. It’s me who’s thrown a wrench into that.”

“You haven’t thrown a wrench.” Tony protests, and then Steve shakes his head, bringing him to a stop.

“Yeah, I have.” Steve sighs, “I just—I spent so long kicking myself over not speaking up when we were in the same team, before the accords and Sokovia, and then after, I thought that was it. I’d missed my chance again and it would be another regret in a tally chart of regrets. But then—then this.” Here, Steve takes Tony’s hands in his own, tremulous smile on his face as he brings the fingertips to his lips. Not a kiss but holding the suggestion of one, the intimacy of one. “And I just want you to know about it all. All that I can remember.” Steve says, “All those moments that brought me one step closer to falling in love with you.”

Tony thinks of himself, of wanting to know all of Steve just because it was Steve he’d be knowing. He says, “Just to know for the sake of knowing.”

“Yes.” Steve kisses his left hand, “Without pressure or reaction required. Because you deserve to know all of me. And I want you to know all of me.”

“. . .You’re a sweetheart.” Tony says, and it finally clicks into his place. Time sprawls, glorious and rich before him, clockwork back to honest time-telling.

“And you’re mine. My sweetheart.” Steve answers, like he’d foreseen that comment, and if there’s anyone Tony would relinquish his futurist title to, it may very well be Steve. After all, he’s a self-identified philanthropist and Steve recently lost (sorry—gave away) his ill-begotten title.

“Okay, you win.” Tony mumbles.

“That I do.” Steve agrees, and again, it’s like he’s seen what Tony meant by it. That he agreed instead of saying, no, we win, says a lot. It says more than really needs to be said.

.

Tony sidles up to Steve, “Do you remember when we were stuck looking through those files for Thor’s email address because Coulson never got around to filling it in on any server?”

“. . .Yeah?” Steve raises his head from the popcorn bowl. Morgan fell asleep twenty minutes back, and the two of them are getting ready to catch up on a show T’Challa recommended.

“And you got frustrated, and flung that file back and managed to get it right into the drawer slot without looking?” Tony asks.

“Uh, I did?”

“Yeah, and I,” Tony kisses Steve’s cheek before finishing, “I thought it was really hot.”

“Really?” Steve asks, mouth pursing in consideration, “But that was just. . .”

“Uh-uh. You don’t get to judge me, not after your own barrage of you-twirled-a-pencil-and-it-gave-me-a-chub crap.” Tony says, “And besides, it was instrumental. Taught me that you had a knack for slotting things into place.”

“. . .The chub was because of your hands, not because of—”

“Hey, focus up, mister.” Tony says, “Slotting things into place. You hear me?”

“Wha. . .” Steve’s face clears up, “Oh. Pun intended?”

“Yes.” Tony says, pulling Steve down for a kiss, “Fucking finally.”

And as Steve huffs an amused breath against his lips, Tony relishes how neat it is to know that he can still surprise Steve. That even the steadiest of loves can hold a mischievous gleam.

. . .Yeah, that's pretty damn neat.

[lexi-the-twilight-dragon]

So my brain thought up this game while I slept the other night, and I don’t know what else to do with it other than to post it here.

It’s a 3D survival game, visually similar to Last of Us, Red Dead Redemption and A Way Out, and being co-op like the latter. I have never played any of those games (and have no intention to; not my cup of tea) and honestly had to look up the name of one of them, so I have no idea why my brain came up with this.

(Also, brains are prone to weird jumps in logic while dreaming, so bear with me)

The Story:

A class of high-schoolers (probably seniors, idk how the American school system works) take a school trip up to a mountainous forest reserve for a project of some kind. Everyone has to be in pairs so no one gets left behind, and somehow star footballer Connor gets paired up with “just-trying-to-survive-til-I-graduate” Michael.

Something is very not right with this forest. There are shacks that should be long abandoned and derelict but have signs of being lived in, or never being abandoned at all. Trails vanish under your feet without you noticing until you’re way off course. Old men passing by tell tales of people going missing without trace. There’s no birdsong, or any animal noises, at all.

Connor and Michael get very, very lost. The sun is going down. There’s no sign of a search party. Connor is sure they’ll be fine. His uncle Joshua is a ranger up here, and the school wouldn’t just abandon two of its students on a mountain, right? Michael, used to having no one looking out for him, starts to prepare to at least survive the night.

And that’s when things go to shit, because there’s a cult on this mountain. I don’t know what kind of cult, because frankly I’ve never been a religious person, but they’re there, and they want these boys, dead or alive. So said boys fucking run, and manage to lose them, but become even more lost in the process.

The sun rises. There’s still no sign of rescue. They didn’t have a lot of supplies to begin with, and now they’ve got even less. There’s a literal cult trying to kill them. If they’re gonna survive out here, they’re gonna have to get serious, and they’re gonna have to trust each other.

So it goes for a few days. They search for food and water, they try to find safe places to hide and shelter, they steal shit from the shacks (when the cultists aren’t there), they run/hide/defend themselves from cultists and the unaffiliated serial killer who apparently didn’t die when he fell off a cliff into the lake 30 years ago and has been picking off trail-walkers since (he was one of the old men earlier), they try to find ways to help rescuers find them without tipping off the cultists to their location, they look out for each other, they tend to each other’s wounds, and they start to open up to each other.

Connor puts himself under a lot of pressure to be the popular jock, to be the son that his dad wants. He’s gotten physically hurt playing football, and been told to suck it up and keep going, so much that he’s stopped telling people when he’s hurting. He’s literally bleeding through his shirt and can’t put too much weight on one leg, but he’s fine, really, no really, he’s fine, stop worrying about it, it’s nothing, he’s fine, shut up. He comes off as selfish from the jock persona, but he physically cannot put himself and his own needs first.

Michael doesn’t speak much, and it isn’t because he doesn’t want to. It’s that any time he tries to, he’s punished for it. He doesn’t ask for help because he’s never given it. He doesn’t speak up for himself because that gets him called a liar by adults and beat up by teens. He doesn’t give his all anymore, because it’s never good enough anyway. He doesn’t have friends, because no one stays around him for long. He has no plans for the future, because they’ll only fall through. He just does what he can to make it through another day, and today, that means keeping him and Connor alive.

One day, it’s lightly but steadily raining, and they’re huddled in a ditch under a blanket they’ve stolen. Despite the constant danger, the ache of barely healing injuries, and the fact they’re both grimy as hell by now, it’s… nice. Almost serene. Connor asks if he can admit something important to Michael. Michael gives the go-ahead.

Connor comes out as a transgirl to Michael. She’s terrified of admitting it to anyone, her dad, family, friends, god forbid the school and football team. Everything her life is is wrapped up in being a boy. But for all she knows, she could die later today. Her life, right now, is being with Michael, and even if he rejects her for it, she wants him to know.

Michael accepts her in a heartbeat. He’s antisocial, not an asshole. He hugs her, and asks if there’s a name she’d like him to call her. Connor is henceforth referred to as Vanessa for the rest of the game.

Michael then asks if he can admit something important to Vanessa. Vanessa gives the go-ahead. Michael says that he used to think he was gay, but as of two minutes ago, he’s gonna have to change that to bi. It takes five seconds for the penny to drop. There’s no pressure, he hurries to add. She kisses him anyway.

Realising they’re both hopped up on adrenaline (and probably teenager hormones), they agree to work all of that out when they aren’t fighting for their lives.

There’s a boss fight against the serial killer in a thunderstorm, up on the same cliffs from 30 years ago. Michael gets a grapple on him, but gets pushed to the ground and slashed in the side pretty badly by the old man’s knife. Before he can finish the job, Vanessa gets his attention, and shoots him with a shotgun. Yeah, he definitely didn’t survive that fall into the lake. She got a headshot.

Michael’s losing a lot of blood from the slash, so if they aren’t rescued soon, he might not make it. Vanessa tries to carry him to shelter, but is hindered by her injured leg, which Michael is groggily prioritising over himself despite her command to shut up. She finally finds an outcrop of the cliffs, and it takes literally everything (i.e. all relevant supplies in the inventory) to stifle Michael’s bleeding. The blood trail washes away in the heavy rain.

The next morning, they’re found. Vanessa freaks out and grabs the shotgun again, only to realise that it’s her uncle Joshua. She tries to tell him all that’s happened, with the cultists and the serial killer, but he doesn’t believe her, thinking “he” and “his” friend just left the trail for kicks and got lost. Joshua picks up a semi-conscious Michael, and starts to take the two back down the mountain.

After a short while, Vanessa stops, and pulls her shotgun on Joshua again.

See, something that’s been subtly hinted at all game is that the symbol of the cultists (I don’t know jack about cultists, so don’t ask me what the symbol is) has been mildly familiar to Vanessa, but she couldn’t put her finger on why. Now she does.

It’s tattooed on Joshua’s neck, just hidden under his uniform collar.

Joshua tries to tell her she’s being paranoid, she’s scared from being stuck here so long, there are no cultists, put the gun down.

He just found two lost, starving, badly injured teenagers, Vanessa tells him, and he hasn’t reached for his radio to call backup. So something’s up.

Joshua’s got backup, alright. Just not the type she’d been hoping for, as the cultists step out from the trees, in broad daylight this time. She can’t pull the trigger without hurting Michael, so she’s quickly overwhelmed and taken hostage too.

Joshua explains that he and “Connor’s” mother were born into this generations-old cult, but her mother “betrayed the faith” and went to live a normal life. Joshua pretended to join her, but instead used his job as ranger to “overlook” the cult establishing themselves on the reserve, as well as the old man.

They’d intentionally disoriented Vanessa and Michael and got them separated from their class, so they could “reconnect the bloodline” by encompassing “the eldest son” into their ranks, using Michael as a sacrifice to appease their god for “Connor’s” mother’s “transgressions”.

Michael has woken up enough to hear all of this, and our protagonists have both. Had. Enough.

Cue escape plan from the cultists’ hideout, followed by a boss fight with Joshua. I don’t really remember how this one played out, I think I was getting close waking up at this point. Regardless, it occurs to the two teenagers that while Joshua could get away with hiding a stealthy cult on this reserve, a forest fire would grab a lot more attention from the actual authorities. It’s too wet to start a real one, what with the heavy storm last night, but since the cultists know where they are anyway, it can’t hurt to use the more drastic attention-seeking methods.

(Don’t ask me where they got the fireworks. Probably the same place they got the shotgun)

So yeah, the real rescue turns up, Joshua is exposed, most of the cultists are arrested (and those that got away will be tracked down), and the teens get taken to the ambulances which freaks Vanessa out because she now understandably has some trust issues and doesn’t want to be separated. Michael almost outs her by calling her name but manages to stop himself and call “him” Ness instead (I haven’t played Earthbound either). He promises her that they’re gonna be okay now, they’re safe, and as soon as he’s stitched up he’s coming to see her in her hospital room. Not if she comes to him first, she says.

Flash forward to a few months later. Michael pulls up to Vanessa’s house. He’s dressed in a suit of bisexual colours. It is very obviously prom night. The front door opens. It hasn’t been very long, so her hair is only a few inches longer, and she’s still built like a footballer, but nonetheless Vanessa looks beautiful in her prom dress. Well, pant-dress. She wasn’t that brave.

She’s been more than brave enough, Michael says, leaning up to kiss her forehead (She’s taller than him).

The Script’s “Never Seen Anything (Quite Like You)” plays over the credits.

On that note, I think I’m calling this game You Never Saw Anything. It works, doesn’t it?

Anyway, I can’t design for garbage, and my art skills aren’t much better, so that’s all I got. Hope you enjoyed.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Let Them Know What's Mine

A First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: if you come for Jack's boo, he might just want to beat the shit out of you

Synopsis: You have an opportunity to do a feature with another artist for a lot of money. Only problem is getting your husband to approve.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: @Bsisbsjssjs

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With the success of your second album 777, you were on cloud 9 and you were finally getting the recognition that you deserved. Jack and PG couldn't have been more proud of you, but you were always thinking about what's next and how you wanted more. Just about any and everyone wanted for you to do a feature with them and the list was growing by the day. You already had done collaborations with Gucci Mane, Lil Baby, 21 Savage, Lil Wayne, Mariah Carey (a fucking dream), your best friend Saweetie, City Girls, Saucy Santana, and your hubby of course (hint hint go read Sex Lies) but you were always wanting more for your brand just like him and to grow your fanbase.

The two of you had worked towards this level of success for close to ten years and there was no way that you would let up now. That's where your manager Brandi came in. 

She was working overtime to get all of the features that you wanted to do get approved by your label.

However, there was a particular feature by a particular singer that caught your eye that wanted to do a feature with you.

And there was no way in hell that your husband would go for it.

At all.

Everything was a go for the feature as long as you said yes, that’s what Brandi told you.

Being the caring and considerate wife that you were, you always asked your husband for his opinion and vice versa. The last thing either of you wanted to do was make the other uncomfortable or do something that the other wouldn't approve of.

You told each other everything and the last thing that you ever wanted to do was go behind your husband's back and break his trust in you.

This particular artist has openly mentioned how big of a crush that he had on you in just about every single interview that he did.

It seems as if he could never keep your name out his mouth and that bothered Jack to no end.

Like, Jack was ready to throw hands at any given moment over his baby girl.

Well, this particular singer had to get over it seeing as you have been a married woman for now almost five years and knowing you and Jack, that was not about to end any time soon. 

The little crush with Dua was different and just seen as playful banter between the two of you.

If he were to try the same thing, Jack would kick his ass with no hesitation.

However, he was offering a lot of money to get you on his song.

More money than you have ever been offered for a verse.

How much you say?

50k

You admit you had gotten close to that before seeing as Saweetie had cashed out 45k for you. Only the best for her bestie and nothing less.

However you wanted to do this. Get more exposure and let people know that you were talented and here to stay.

Before you approached your husband, you decided to go to your other best friend to see what he thought. Urban would always steer you in the right direction no matter how much the two of you might not agree.

Urban.

"Urby baby! I have a question!"

"If it involves going to pick up another sex toy for you count me out. Make 2fo do it."

"That was one time! I just didn't want Jack to see it and wanted for it to be a surprise!"

"Excuses, excuses!"

"You act as if you weren't compensated for it." You replied while eyeing him knowing that he knew exactly what you were referring to.

"Fine, ask your question."

"Sooo, a lot of artists are wanting to collaborate with me now and Brandi is trying to make it all happen."

"We know this. My best friend is the shit."

"But umm, there's one person who wants me to do a verse and is offering me a lot of money and uhh...."

"What's the problem?"

"This person has outright said how big of a crush they have on me like multiple times."

Urban needed no further explanation and immediately knew who you were talking about.

It looked like he wasn’t about to go for it either. 

"Ain't no way in hell Jack is about to let you do a feature with him. My answer is no too because of how toxic he is. I don't want you around him either. I don't like him and don't like the vibe he gives off. It's borderline disrespectful because he's acting as if you aren't married."

"But Urby he's willing to give me 50k for the verse. No one has ever given me that much. This could be amazing for me and my career. He is huge right now."

"Y/N, you and him in the studio alone? Jack will have your ass and his and somehow my ass will get dragged into it too because I always am."

"I still want to ask him and see what he says."

"Have you met your husband? What the hell do you think would make him say yes?"

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y/ninsta: bitches wishin they could see me fail 😉😘

📸 cred: my baby jackharlow since he stole urbanwyatt's camera 🤭

jackharlow: got the baddest chick in the game wearing my chain 😍

y/ninsta: jackharlow all you baby 😉

giveon: damn. you definitely know how to put on a show. maybe I can get one of my own?

saweetie: nuh uh giveon slide yo ass smooth up outta here before Jack sees this

sza: giveon because he will tear you apart over his baby. don't nobody go near the first lady unless he approves. stop playin.

normani: I already know he saw it so lemme get some popcorn. jackharlow we got a situation!!

jackharlow: giveon the only private show she puts on is for me. she looks even better when I take everything off before I slide in that. what you lookin so hard at a married woman for?

theestallion: damn

saweetie: here it goes. I already knew he saw it.

normani: the only dick y/ninsta is interested in is her husband's

giveon: jackharlow just stopping by to admire the beauty

jackharlow: giveon well keep it moving since all that right there is mine

giveon: jackharlow so I can look but can't touch?

saweetie: giveon you better get the hell on before her HUSBAND sees that

jackharlow: giveon you in her comments but her pussy is literally sitting on my face. you not on my level and will never be.

urbanwyatt: oh shit 😳 👀

urbanwyatt: giveon now you being disrespectful towards my girl. You know she's married so take your ass on somewhere.

"What the fuck is his problem?"

When the Instagram fiasco went down you were in the studio with Jack and the rest of PG and everyone was fuming.

"Babe, come on. Just ignore it."

"Ignore what? Nah he needs to take his ass on."

"Y/N, we can’t just ignore that. Shit is getting creepy." Shloob added while looking at the Instagram post.

"Like he talks about you in every single interview he does. He needs to stop that shit." 2fo replied and was in the corner ready to throw hands.

"I just don't want to cause any tension."

"Nah. Who the hell put that ring on your finger? ME. Your last name is Harlow and he better get that through his fucking head."

"Baby..."

"No Y/N. This is some stalkerish disrespectful shit. He got one more time to do something like this before I beat the shit out of him. No one talks about my wife like that."

You were sitting next to Urban and all he did was shake his head.

"I love how yall protect me but I promise I can handle this."

"NO!" All of them said at the same time.

"Like I said, when I see his ass in public and you're with me, if he even breathes or looks in your direction it's on sight. You're mine and no one else's. You know that right?"

You simply nodded your head as you proceeded to lay it on Urban's shoulder.

There is no way in hell he's about to let you do the feature now.

---

You were lying your head on Jack’s chest as he was flipping through channels finding something for the two of you to watch. You figured that he had probably cooled down from the incident that happened on instagram a few days ago and decided to go ahead and ask him.

“Baby...” You said while poking his side to get his attention.

“Hmm?”

“Sooo I got an offer to do a collab with another artist. Brandi has really been making moves happen for me.”

“That’s good baby. I’m proud of you.” He replied while placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I just.... I want to ask you something and I need you to promise not to get mad.”

“Wait a minute. I’m already there because it better not be who I think it is.”

“Umm...”

“Who is it?”

“Giveon.” You whispered while looking down and breaking eye contact with him.

You were met with silence and when you looked back up at him his entire face was red and you saw that his neck vein was poking out indicating his frustration.

“You want to run that one by me again?”

“But baby...”

“No. Hell no and why the fuck would he ask you that? And why would you ask me that because you already know what my answer is gonna be!”

“Jack, he’s offering me the most money that anyone ever has for a feature for a verse!”

“And I’m supposed to care?”

“Babe, this is a big deal!”

“No. Final answer.”

“You’re being an ass.”

“Am I?”

“Babe, you are because I’m trying to get paid.”

“What the hell do you want to buy? I’ll get it. If you want that new G Wagon it’s yours and we can go to the dealership tomorrow. I’ll throw in a few Birkin bags and Telfar bags too. What colors do you want? Nothing is off limits when it comes to you.”

“That isn’t the point!”

“You are MY wife the last time I checked. The way that he always talks about you is disrespectful knowing that you’re married and I have no problem teaching his ass a lesson at the next red carpet event that I see him at. If he wants this to turn into a Will Smith and Chris Rock situation we can. The answer is no and don’t EVER ask me to do a feature with him again. You got it?”

All you did was roll your eyes and Jack was not amused.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me. Answer my question.” Jack replied while tilting your chin to look up at him.

“I got it.”

“Matter of fact, block his ass right now. Get your phone.”

“Babe! I can’t do that!”

“Says who?!”

“Brandi!”

“Fine, but he better not say shit the next time we cross paths. You’re mine, understand?”

“Yes, okay. I get it.”

"You know what?"

"What?"

"Assume the position because I'm about to teach your ass a lesson. I can't even believe you asked me that shit."

--

A few days had passed and you were now in your walk in closet looking for an outfit to wear since Jack was taking you out for date night when your phone rang indicating that it was him. 

“Yes, Jackman?”

“Damn. Full government. You still mad at me mamas?”

“No. I’m fine.”

“Stop lying to me. You weren’t mad at me when I was eating you out last night.”

“I just really wanted to do something to widen my fanbase and I thought that this would be it. And shut up.”

“Baby, there will be plenty of opportunities for that. This is just the beginning of your career.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Baby girl, have I ever steered you wrong?”

“Yes.”

“When?!”

“Did you forget you almost got me pregnant when we were 16?”

“Baby, that was in the past and you know my pull out game has gotten better.”

“Still annoyed with you.”

“You still love me and come outside.”

“I’m not dressed yet.”

“We aren’t leaving yet, baby just come on. Bring your pretty ass self here."

You quickly hung up and followed directions to walk outside and see the new G Wagon in charcoal gray in your driveway and Jack standing next to it.

“Surpriseeee Mrs. Harlow!”

“JACK!”

“You like the color mamas? It was between this one or the black one but I figured you would like this one better. Here are the keys. I made sure that it had a back up camera since I know yo ass can barely see over the steering wheel.”

“JACK!”

“You said my name already, baby.”

“You are just....”

“What? Oh, and open the door.”

You went over to the driver side door and opened it to see four new Birkin bags and four new Telfar bags in the front seat

“JACK!”

“Baby, why do you insist on yelling my name when I’m not even deep in you? I mean we’re going to get to that later, but...”

“You didn’t have to do that!”

“Yes, I did. To let everybody know I can take care of all your needs and you don’t have to want for anything. Oh, and one more thing.”

“There’s more?!”

“Hold out your hand mamas.”

You opened your palm and Jack simply laid 500k in it.

“JACK!”

“I more than doubled the amount that he was going to pay you so text Brandi and tell her to find your next feature because it won’t be him.”

“You are something else.”

“Nah, I’m someone who takes care of my wife and tells other motherfuckers to back off because all this, meaning you, is mine.”

He replied while pulling you in close to him and kissing you.

“Damn, you got me hot and bothered. Fix it. NOW.”

“You don’t even have to ask twice.” Jack responded as he threw you over his shoulder.

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jackharlow: my baby the baddest and wants for nothin 😍

She wanted to do a feature for 50k for her verse. Gave her a G Wagon, eight purses, and 500k in her hand instead.

We good over here in the Harlow household 😏

saweetie: okay Mrs. Harlow I see you!

sza: you betta let em know jackharlow

urbanwyatt: I need a dime that's top of the line...

y/ninsta: cute face, little waist, wit a big behind ayeee!

privategarden: you have to get through us to even get close to the first lady. many have tried and ALL have failed 😏

2forwoyne: you already know!

jackharlow: we don't play about ours over here!

y/ninsta: I love how yall love me and protect me. I appreciate yall so much 🥺

privategarden: always and forever mamas!!

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[katsu28]

looking forward

pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

summary: JJ and Y/N talk about what their future might hold

warnings: light swearing but I’m pretty sure that’s it

a/n: A short one this time, but I’ll be back with more in the next few weeks! I'm working on stuff that branches out from just Outer Banks, hopefully some of y'all are also into a few of the other shows I love :)

Hope everyone is having a good start to 2022!

(also this technically could be classified as non-canon JJ but oh well)

(gif found on google, credits to owner)

You honestly weren’t expecting JJ to be good with kids, given the kind of shit he had to endure with Luke growing up. So when you were looped into watching your five year old niece one afternoon and JJ called you up for a beach day, you were surprised when he told you to bring her along with the two of you.

“Are you sure?” You asked for what had to be the twentieth time during your call with JJ, causing him to let out an overexaggerated sigh. “No, I just—I don’t want you to get stuck taking care of a kid on your day off!”

“Oh, I’m not taking care of her. You’re taking care of her.” He snorted, and you could hear him shuffling around on the other end of the line. “I just wanna enjoy a beach day with my beautiful girlfriend, and if the only way I get that is for you to bring your sister’s kid with us, then fuck yeah, bring the kid.” You rolled your eyes at JJ’s profanity, but smiled nonetheless. “Whaddya say, pretty girl? You in?”

“Yeah, I’m in.” You sighed, biting your lip. “Pick us up in 20?”

“Done deal, sweetheart. See you soon.”

That was this morning, and contrary to his insistence that he wouldn’t watch Delilah, he’d stuck with her the whole day, a total sucker for the puppy dog eyes that seemed to run in your family.

Right now, you were watching the two of them finish up building a sand village, because according to JJ, who the fuc—fudge wants to live in a castle when you can have your own village??

JJ was doing most of the building though, while Delilah wandered around the area for sticks and seashells. He didn’t take his eyes off the little girl, not even when you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Oh, Delilah definitely had JJ wrapped around her finger.

But then again, so did you.

Much later in the day, Delilah grew tired, falling asleep curled up between you and JJ on the beach blanket. You thought he’d take this chance to get in a surf session, but instead he leaned back on his elbows and posed a question that you never thought you’d hear come out of his mouth.

“Do you want kids?” He asked, craning his neck to peer over at you.

“I don’t know.” You answered after a few beats of silence, after you’d gotten over your initial shock. “Never really thought about it before. How ‘bout you?”

“One day, yeah.” His lips curled into an amused smile at your surprised stare. “I know, right? I didn’t think I’d wanna have any either. I guess I just always thought that I’d fuck up my kids like my dad fucked me up.” You could hear the bitterness lacing JJ’s tone at the mention of his asshole of a father, and you sifted your hand through his wild blond hair, letting it rest at the nape of his neck comfortingly. “But then I thought about it some more, and I realized I want it all.”

“All?” You questioned softly, tilting your head. The look in JJ’s eyes was hard to decipher as he held your gaze, but something about it was different than usual.

“Kids, dog, house with a damn white picket fence—a family. I want all that shit, baby. Everything you and I never had growing up, I want it. For both of us.”

You leaned over and kissed him, feeling at a loss for words but pouring everything you had into that kiss, wanting him to know that you wanted it too. With him.

When you pulled away at last, JJ looked dazed. You brought your hand from the back of his neck to rest against his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip lovingly. That’s when you figured out the emotion in his eyes from just a few minutes ago—adoration. Love.

JJ wanted a life with you, a life that you’d never known he wanted. A life that you’d never known you wanted. Until now.

“We’d make some pretty fuckin’ cute babies, wouldn’t we?” JJ’s voice shook you out of your thoughts, and you aimed a pointed look at him, smacking his chest lightly at the smirk on his face. “Am I wrong? Look at you, look at me! We’re both hot as fuck. You’re telling me that you don’t think our kids are gonna be hot too?”

“Don’t call our future kids hot, babe. It’s weird.”

“Oh, come on. You know I’m right, you just don't wanna admit it.”

“Way to ruin the moment, J.”

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[knowlesian]

so: the closet scene! i’ve been mad at this stupid closet scene for SO LONG. i still don’t entirely know how i feel about it, to be honest. whenever i do, i find a new angle i hadn’t considered and have to think about it that way. i’ve got a couple things i’m fairly steady about and a whole heap more that sound out there even to me, because my whole brain gives up on linear thinking and goes all-in on muppet-esque leaps of logic when i try to sort out any given thought. 

i need to acknowledge the visual joke here before i even deal with taking it seriously. it’s so broad it’s like... i don’t know, a visual gag version of taking a pie to the face. this takes the implied knocking boots joke by the throat and says “i can do better.” stede 10000000% literally takes ed into his secret closet of fancy gay things. this sweet, sad little man who is so metaphorically closeted at the moment he’s in fucking narnia, is taking ed into his actual factual closet to hang out. and then they stay there even longer so they can be gay together away from izzy, #1 pooper of parties.

i mean, what am i supposed to say? that’s funny. it just is, i don’t make these rules. it’s really, really fucking funny. 

then it’s not, because oh wait: what leads up to this moment in the closet makes the obvious “hah hah, two gay dudes in maybe the gayest closet the good lord ever did make” joke into something a lot more textured. they’re very good at this! i have said it before, and i will say it again. i will meet these writers in the parking lot of a denny’s!!!! 

stede’s never been told anything he loves is right for him. none of it matters. it’s all soft and silly and frivolous and weak. worst of it: it’s fucking girly. because of some very stupid rules a bunch of dead people made up in part to make sure the generational wealth that gave stede these nice things stayed the fuck put where it was already at, he can’t get caught enjoying them or risk being shamed for it. 

there’s something really sad and complicated and fucked up about that that won’t stop eating at me. maybe it’s the way they’re digging into the complications that arise when privilege and marginalization beat in same breast, maybe it's all the juicy class stuff, maybe it’s the nodding at toxic masculinity and the way patriarchy likes to stab a knife into its own emotional guts while reaping practical/systemic benefits at once thing. (i guess if the patriarchy had emotional literacy i wouldn’t need to know the word patriarchy, because it wouldn’t be such a fucking problem! love to live in a society, i really do.) i don’t know what i think it all actually means now, but maybe someday.

what i do know is the way stede says “rather exquisite cashmere” is unfair. because that’s what it is: cashmere that is rather exquisite. he’s describing the world as he sees it, and up until now every single response he’s gotten to saying anything like that has been “fucking... christ with this one, and his gay little scarves and shit.” sometimes they phrase it more kindly, but nobody ever gets it.

so stede holds his breath there, hoping he’s not going to be mocked, but his face when it’s even better than that kills me. ed doesn’t just nod and take stede’s way of expressing himself in stride; he repeats the words back to him. he decides he likes the way they feel in his mouth, far better than izzy’s demands he stick to harsher, guttural tones.

the way this show deals with communication and words as a method of love or shelter really does kill me. the jim and olu of it all is literally always killing me softly, and this just kicks my feelings up a notch. 

on this show, to love someone is to find out you had the same words in your heart all along, you were just waiting for someone to understand them. that’s pretty fuckin’ rad.

anyway, then ed rubs the rather exquisite cashmere on his fucking face and the music gets all lighthearted and “this is the scene where they start falling in love, you know this cue, let’s ROLL, we are DOING THIS.” i mean... come ON.

and stede is so HAPPY! he loves his pretty things, his soft beds and fine fabrics, and he’s never had a single person reflect that back to him. and here ed is, not just listening, but agreeing; he does fancy a fine fabric. (the fact that at this point in the narrative stede’s self-concept is still pretty tied to his material goods and here ed is like “yes. fine fabrics. i like them. and since you feel as though your personhood is coupled with these fabrics, i also like you.” is Very Nice.)

(god, i can’t wait for s2. what's the version of this scene where stede is the one validating ed’s Whole Thing going to look like, i don’t know but god i need it.)

the little gasp stede lets out after “i think i do, yeah” is... mean. it’s mean. what if i never do anything but obsess over the little details of this insanely talented cast acting their faces off? that feels like a valid choice. the way rhys does this adorable little lean and looks like a kid about to show off his ant farm to the first person alive who also finds ants as interesting as he does, equally mean. 

and the purple shelving in the closet? FUCK THIS CREATIVE TEAM. JESUS. the use of purple as ed grows more comfortable just being ed is fucking next level.

honestly, i know this level of textual analysis isn’t for everybody and a lot of my dear, dear friends are largely like “that’s nice, sarah, we don’t give a single fuck about the use of purple” but when a show like this comes along, it feels like a sin not to appreciate all the hard work they put into the little stuff.

speaking of: time for izzy to rock up and take things into the fucking thematic stratosphere.

there’s something really fascinating to me about the casting on izzy, and the general choice to make our one Homophobic Gay the white guy who looks and acts most like the fulfillment of patriarchal power fantasies but is actually a sad little gremlin idiot who wants to fuck other men so bad it makes him look stupid. izzy never heard the good word about how you can be a monster and a lighthouse if you want, depending on the day, because as discussed: he’s from a canon where the dicks don’t touch.

less flippantly, there’s also a lot to be said about how his dynamic with ed is exploring some pretty intense thematic waters re: the intersection of race and sexuality, the long and so-very unavoidable history of white people divebombing in and fucking up indigenous cultures and their understanding of gender and sexuality with weird repressed jesus shit, and how izzy who is a white man even while being gay and ed who is not have wildly difference lived experiences of the same sexuality. i need to rewatch izzy and ed’s scenes with that in mind to sort out any more eloquent thoughts other than ‘oh shit, they went there?’ and ‘holy shit, they go HARD’. not mentioning it’s in the mix feels wrong, though, so i want to at least point it out as something the show is doing really, really well.

i like it even more because we’ve got stede and lucius and pete knocking around also being super gay white guys, so that marks izzy out as particularly in denial and out of step with the times.

the whole 'and now we’re not just checking out your fun little room, we are officially hiding in the closet from izzy’ kicks into high gear when you think about it that way. the obvious “yes, we see they’re hiding from the one character who doesn’t understand the show he's now on”, literally closeted metaphor works there, but it’s not a despairing or fearful scene.

just the phrase “in the closet” is something that brings up a lot of weird baggage for some of us in the soup, especially those who have Been Around A While; there’s a vague sensing of shaming to the way I’ve most often heard it used throughout my life. we tend to heap our scorn or pity and Hot Takes on the person still lingering behind the doorway, because they’re a coward. they’re not being authentic. they’re weak, and they’re not to be trusted. 

(and don’t even get me started on people inside our own fucking clubhouse outing people. the fact that perez hilton is still wandering around, pretending he’s all cute and refusing to reckon with the damage he did bothers me every single fucking day.)

why we do that shit to each other sometimes is a whoooooole thesis i’m in no way qualified to write, but: we do! we tear at each other, trying to yank open the door before someone else is ready.

so here these two men are, hiding in a closet; stede already spends most of his time in here, and ed doesn’t want to deal with izzy, striding around telling him it’s time to man the fuck up and Do A Toxic Pirate Masculinity. but since izzy needs ed to be the same as him so badly he’ll die trying to make it happen if he doesn’t get some fucking therapy and stop trying to enforce his rules on other people’s lives, ed hides in stede’s gay little closet with him and they enjoy the stuff they’re not supposed to enjoy, together.

i really like that. it’s not the more-familiar “it Doesn’t Matter, we are all Just People, so you should live your life in secret, being honest is shoving it in our faces so just be quiet and let us pretend you aren’t withering away” (which is the other nasty little barb we swallow on the whole scorn for the closeted thing; we don’t blame the team who built the damn house, we blame the person trapped inside it) but instead it’s allowing that sometimes you need these softer, secret spaces where people speak your love languages on instinct and you can figure out who you are while being sheltered, not locked away.

the whole “stede’s closet is accessed by a secret passage and when you think about it, this whole dumb ship is his closet, gayass unicorn and all so maybe NONE of this is happening in a closet, it’s a liminal space instead” angle feels like i’ll die if i attempt to parse it out with that spin in mind, so i’ll just say: jesus fuck. jesus fucking fuck, with this show.

[starshipsofstarlord]

hii, i absolutely loved your “yes ma’am” jj one shot, just wanted to say that if you plan on writing more of that i would really really love to read it :) idk if you take requests but if you do feel free to interpret this as one i guess, even tho it’s not very specific 😭 sorry i’m not good at this but anyways i hope you have a very good day !!

baby boy

this can be read as a part two, or seperately from this

jj maybank x reader / masterlist

summary; the boy that you have intimate instructs with shows up at your door, after getting in an altercation with his father. you make him feel better, by proceeding to do more than patch him up / warnings; domestic abuse, jj’s dad is a piece of shit, mummy kink, smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), 69ing, titty sucking

“Let me make you feel good.” JJ was a state, he was bruised black and blue, the injuries having endured the soothing chill of ice to help reduce the pain. Though he still winced as he sat up straighter, staring at you. A frown caused discord to contribute to his features, as he became distracted by the other things he would wish to do to you.

It was a passion of his to be between your legs, delivering supple amounts of pleasure. Since the first time he had done such a deed with you, he was put on quite the tantrum if he wasn’t allowed to. A pout coursed the pursing of his lips, enforcing you to tut at his demeanour.

Though tonight, if you were sure he could handle such matters, you would go easy on him. Usually you took great pride in littering hand prints along his body, more specifically his ass, but for now he had enough bruises creating a discourse in his skin. You wished you had an eraser, so that you could remove all the endurances that he had survived, as well as to make his horrid father disappear entirely from the picture.

JJ deserved vastly better, and you were going to take care of him, as long as he consented of course. He needed to absorb the fact that life was not all pain, even for pogues, there were things to take pleasure in, such as the beauty of the collaboration of human bodies; it was a force of nature, endured through fusion of conspired cruelty.

Everyone knew of the circumstances that the blond managed to survive in, half the time, he spent the time of his slumber beneath his friend John B’s unstructured roof, or like now, under yours, a place that he felt safe, and secured in the setting.

Here, there was no need for him to be fearful, it was a shelter for him to fawn in, to feel free to bare the nasty inflammation of purple digress across his chest, and the split in his brow that would take a couple of weeks to completely heel.

The bruises, swollen like forbidden plums, etched out of his body, staring you in the face, though, it only served as a fatal reminder of his father’s subject to inflict pain. Though his anger and resented ways of parenting were induced by heroine, filtering his veins with a poisonous role as a boy’s father.

There was emotion surfing upon the tide of JJ’s azure eyes, brill by the pain that resonated within the waves, permitting rolls of sorrow to persevere out from his forlorn irises, sending signals of unmistakable endurance towards you, as though he were pleading to be comforted.

Briskly, he nodded his head, without words, saying that he was fine with the matter of you making him feel better; in fact, the desire of being held, and soothed, was rather intent, twisted with the feeling of being carved into a motion of forgetting the rash circumstances that had permitted him to be taken in, and nurtured by your soft hands.

His nose burrowed into your shoulder, nestling into the locks that cascaded down, the shallow breaths that he took granting him to breathe normally for a second. Each time that he shut his eyes, he pictured the scene; it was on the porch, mid morning. He was just about to creep in, and grab any supplies that he had left in his room.

But his father had been waiting for his late arrival, sitting on the chair with disappointment written all over his face. It was terrifying, and what with JJ being the way he was, he did not even attempt to bite back words, instead he allowed his mouth to run freely, resulting in the morbid beating, that had his bones aching.

The treatment was a regular occurrence, but this was cusping his mindset to be scathed, even when he was in your presence, cooped up in his safety net of your physical contact, the abusive actions flickering far behind his eyes, like a silent movie that had him keening out for something more optimistic in referral to his future.

As your had slid down his flushed skin, he gulped, almost moaning out at the tenderness that your hand attributed alongside his beaten flesh. He felt like he had endured a battle, and he was lucky to have gotten out alive. The remnants of the war were scattered about like a platter of marble, there were lines striking his exterior, creating a crack in his appearance, as though he were broken, and he sure as hell felt that way.

But you wouldn’t allow him to think like that; he was not broken. Instead he was tarnished, but there was still chance of having the certification to be repaired. And you would do anything to make JJ, your sweet boy, feel obscenely better. He deserved the world, yet with the brunt of it, he had been handed life on a stick, carrying his burdens around like a ploy.

It was the price all that were born on the cut paid, enforcing the image of the figure eight to appear like a paradise, with strong walls to hide behind, and grave teams of people that would willingly support them, whether they were neighbours, of friends, or coworkers, or anyone. And not to mention, they had the dough to hire lawyers and attorneys to respond with privilege in defence of their actions.

The lower your hand crept down, as though it were preying for something to attain a hardy grip on, the more erect JJ’s cock became. He could feel himself twitch in his boxers, for that was all that he was clothed in, the fragrance of your shampoo seeping through the breaching of his nostrils only aiding the ramifications of his pulsating length, that was growing by the second.

To adjourn his frustrations out, JJ knew that he was not supposed to wisp his fingers through your hair, and thus instead, he bunched up the sheets beside him that were stretched out like a layer of monotone and neutral land, lightly rutting his hips in an upwards motion, hoping, even mindlessly praying, that you would shift your attention to the prodding that was expedited from the inside of his underwear.

“Oh baby boy, it’s okay. I’m here, and I am going to take real good care of you.” You spoke as you noticed his crotch standing to attention, and him whimpering for the same eye drawing scenario. From your condemned statement, a slither of colour paved his face, mostly concentrated on his cheeks.

Your JJ was inherently blushing, the heat crawling over and under his flesh, as though he were embarrassed by how quickly he had gotten aroused. However, there was no need for him to be, and you assured him by pressing firm kisses along his jaw line, nipping lightly on the skin, and tugging with restraint upon it.

Slipping from his lips, a guttural groan fumbled out, purchasing a content smile to break out onto your face. The distraction was plentiful, more so as your hand cupped his bulge, gently stroking the top through the material with the pad of your thumb. It was a circuit of stimulation, erupting a course of pleasure through his veins.

“Don’t wanna- mummy.” He whined, making you cock your head in staged dominance, glancing down at him, as he pleasingly held his gaze upon you, with his jaw tipped up so that he could get the best perspective of your face.

“Don’t wanna what baby?” You lightly tease him, causing his heart to rapidly flutter as you continue to caress him through the red of his boxer shorts. There was a visible patch of precum on the crimson material, soaking through the layer, as he languidly rolled his hips, and to exhibit him further comfort, you leant down, tasting its sweet salted flavour in your tongue as you ran your tongue over the fabric.

Tugging at the rim of his underwear, you watched as his cock flipped out of the confines, bobbing up on the canvas of his stomach, with the layer of precum swiped over his tip, a little stretched down the ways of his length.

“I want to eat you, taste you.” He sniffled lightly, whining in a higher pitch, as he muffled his pleads into your neck. In turn to his nonchalant begging, you were coerced to rub your thighs together, unintentionally warming the slick that had gathered between them, it was hot to see his desperation.

“Mummy, please.” Light tears corrupted his eyes, he was on the edge of combusting from lack of getting what he wanted, and you didn’t have the heart, or lack of to deny him, especially after what had sourly happened to him, in the habit of his own family home.

As you went to peel his boxers all the way down his legs, about to untangle them from around his ankles, JJ urgently began to tug at your clothes. He could see that you had given into his wish, you were going to allow him to flick his hungry to please tongue over your slit, and he was eager to do so, as was quite obvious by the way he screwed the bottom of your shirt up in his hands, rolling the material in his fists.

“Patience baby boy.” From your soothing command, he calmed, and you threaded your hands through his hair, as a reward for his obliged cooling of behaviour. Slowly, as you leant your chest close to him, you remove your blouse, and from the soon proximity that you were in to JJ, he began to suck your tits through your bra.

A tut abandoned your mouth, and lightly with gentle might you pushed him back, to remove the last layer on your upper half, allowing him to return in his commencing of suckling on your nipples, as though he were a newborn, starved and inclined to feed. In the meantime of JJ salivating your nubs, you shifted out of your shorts, leaving you in nothing more than your panties.

His head ran down, his lips laddering down the steady rising slate of your stomach, down to between your thighs, his mouth succulently nipping over the thin layer of your panties, he remained there for a moment as you panted from the sensation, before rolling him over, and turning, so that whilst he feverishly tugged your panties to the side, you leant your head down, eyeing his cock.

Your hand trailed down to his appendage, swiftly tugging on his length, causing high pitched tones to emit from his busy lips, the vibrations muffled against your cunt, trying his utmost to devour your flow of juices. Enclosing your lips around his cock, you steadied your hips around the portrayal of his head, taking bit by bit further down your throat.

To add to his specifics of pleasure, you rolled his balls in the palms of your hand, rotating your fingers around the sack below his length, and thus you pulled you lips off from around him for a moment, to lick a line up the seam of it, before returning to deep throating his cock.

A few more bobs of your head had JJ finishing in your mouth, and for a minute, you rolled his seed around in his mouth as you thrusted yourself hips against his face, chasing your own high as you swallowed his.

“Wanna make mummy cum. Want to taste her sweet, sweet mummy juice.” Gripping onto his waist, you furiously rode his face, releasing a small, supple scream as you finished on his beautiful complexion. He toyed his tongue around your folds, soaking up every drop of your essence with his tongue.

With a heavy breath, you clambered off from him after cumming, a content smile prevailed on your face as you stretched your arm across to the bedside table, grasping up the packet of cleansing wipes, and retracted one from it, using them to wipe your juices off from his face, sweeping up the excess that was glossing his chin.

After disposing of the used wipes, you tucked JJ under the sheets, bringing him to lay against your chest, as you applied a kiss upon his forehead. His blue eyes fluttered closed, as he began to suck on your tits again, aiding him in having calm dreams, and forget about the troubles that had haunted him.

[itsdanii]

i loved the rejecting and regretting series!! could you do one with akaashi and osamu? thanks again!!

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Rejecting you and regretting it pt. 5

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: rude behavior (resolved), cursing

a/n: Do read the warnings before you proceed. Warnings have been put there for a reason.

ft. akaashi keiji, osamu miya

Title says it all

Akaashi Keiji

With your grades in literature almost at the brink of destruction, you had to swallow your pride and ask one of your classmates to tutor you

While you're the best in most subject areas, you sucked when it comes to literature

You didn't see the point of studying articles, analyzing literary pieces and using poetic words

But for the sake of graduating, you had to take the subject

But it seemed like the subject hated you just as much as you hated it

And so, one afternoon, you slammed a limited edition book you knew Akaashi, your classmate and your crush, liked on his desk and stared at him with pleading eyes as you begged him to tutor you

At first, he rejected the offer, opting to pat your head before leaving the classroom

But you were persistent

It wasn't long then when he started taking pity on you

All your papers had red marks in them and everytime there was a test, you would stare blankly at your paper and jot down nonsense ideas

At the sight of you in the  brink of tears, Akaashi sighed and decided to help, given that you have to focus and not do random stuff during your sessions

And that's how you found yourself in this current situation - hand holding the pen tightly, your eyes focused on the man in front of you instead of the story analysis he's explaining, and your heart beating as if you just finished a 5km run

"Are you even listening?"

You blinked your eyes at him and smiled sheepishly before scratching the back of your head. You knew that a small blush was probably visible on your cheeks now but of course, you had to play it cool.

"Of course," you said with a confident nod. "You were uh, talking about young love."

Akaashi rose an eyebrow at your answer as if challenging you to elaborate.

"The main character was in love with the guy... and the guy doesn't like her? And she-" you paused for a moment and grabbed the book you were reading, eyes scanning between the lines before continuing your probably wrong answer. "She died?"

With a sigh, Akaashi stood up and sat beside you, your elbows pressing against each other as he leaned down to write something on your book.

"Okay, first and foremost, she didn't die. She left. This part here-"

As he continued explaining, you felt yourself getting lost once again. Your eyes scanned over his features, taking notice of how long his lashes were and how flawless his skin was that you were almost tempted to caress it. His scent surrounded you for being too close which tempted you to shut your eyes.

"I like you," you blurted out unconsciously.

The both of you froze as soon as the words escaped your lips, eyes widening and lips parting as you stared at each other with shocked expressions.

Fuck.

Aaashi, who was the first to compose himself, cleared his throat before sitting upright. "Y/n-san, I'm really flattered by your infatuation but you do know that I'm only here to tutor you, right? We agreed to focus. We're supposed to be studying, not flirting with each other."

"I know but..."

"I can't accept your confession, I'm sorry," Akaashi said before sighing. "How about we end this session already? I don't want your mind wandering while I talk here knowing that you're out of focus."

You immediately shook your head no. "It's okay, Keiji. You don't have to like me back, you know? Just let me like you. You can just pretend that nothing happened. I promise I won't do anything that'll make you feel uncomfortable."

Despite your facade, Akaashi knew that you were forcing yourself to act unbothered. It wasn't really hard to figure you out. Like a book, he could read you within seconds and know exactly what you were thinking and how you were feeling, and at this moment, he knew that you were just pretending.

For the sake of not making you feel uncomfortable and guilty, Akaashi nodded before continuing his explanation regarding the story.

Surprisingly, you stayed true to your words. You didn't say anything out of the line nor forced your confession to him. Akaashi admired you for that since most of the girls whom asked him for help from the past were only after his looks and the sake of getting in his pants.

As your session came to an end, you stretched your arms out. You released a breath of relief before smiling at him. "Thank you so much for teaching me, and I'm sorry for taking so much of your time."

You started keeping your things and piling up the books you're going to borrow from the library. Standing up, you gave him a small bow before grabbing your bag. "I'll see you around then?"

Akaashi just nodded and watched as you made your way out of the library, not knowing how hard you were gripping the books you had in your hand.

That night, you cried your eyes out. Sure, at your age, it may seem childish to cry over someone, but this was Akaashi we're talking about.

The Akaashi Keiji.

The one whom you've liked ever since your first year in college. The one you've liked the moment you saw him sleeping inside a nearly empty library, several cups of coffee and littered paper surrounding his table as if he had been studying the whole night. The one who never noticed you but you never failed to notice.

Your Akaashi, or at least in your dreams, he was yours.

You stared at the now empty tub of icecream on your lap and sniffled. Grabbing another roll of tissue, you began to wipe your tears and your runny nose before playing another cliche romance movie to soothe your broken heart.

-

Your study sessions with Akaashi continued for a couple more weeks but unlike your previous meetings, you weren't as enthusiastic.

You were focused and attentive, but it just wasn't the same. Akaashi noticed how you would try to put a bit of distance between the two of you, how you would avoid looking at him in the eye, and how you avoided touching him.

But what he noticed the most, were your swollen eyes the day after you confessed to him. He knew that there was only a 50% chance that it was because of how you were rejected by him, and yet he felt an immense feeling of regret. The moment he saw you, he realized that he never wanted to see you like that again.

But he didn't know how to approach you. No, you didn't ignore him like the other girls do. You also didn't say any nasty remarks nor talk shit about him.

What you did was pretend as if everything was okay, as if nothing happened. It felt normal... too normal.

And it terrified him.

One time during your break, you slipped a test paper in front of him, a big A+ written on the sheet of paper making Akaashi lift his eyes from the paper towards you.

"You did good," Akashi said with a proud smile.

"Mhm, I guess I did," you said before taking the paper from him. "I wouldn't have gotten this score if it weren't for you though. Thank you."

He shook his head no before leaning back on his chair. "That was all on you. All I did was guide you."

"This might be our last study session."

"What?" Akaashi said as he stared at you with an expression you can't quite decipher.

"I mean... I don't think I need any more help. I feel like I can manage on my own already and I've no one to thank but you." You looked away from him before continuing, "I think it would benefit the two of us if we stop this already. While I'm grateful for you, I don't think that it's good for me anymore. I thought that if I acted like it didn't matter then it wouldn't, but Keiji..."

"No," Akashi said with a shake of his head.

"What do you.."

"I don't want to stop this." Gripping his hair, Akaashi, took in a deep breath before reaching for your hand.

"Y/n, I don't want to go back to how things were before. I don't want to be just your classmate. I'll miss how you would stare off into space and daydream while I'm explaining to you and I'm going to miss how you would make up answers just to prove that you were listening when in fact you weren't. I'm going to miss you, and I know that if we stop this study sessions... I may never get the opportunity to be this close to you again, and I don't like that."

Akaashi squeezed your hand in his and intertwined your fingers. "I like you. I like you so much that it scares me."

"Keiji.. look at me, please," you said softly as you tried to take your hand back.

Feeling your movements, Akaashi tightened his hold on you and shook his head no. "Y/n..."

"I'm not going to leave," you assured him and smiled when he finally let go of your hand.

Akaashi watched as you stood up from your seat and made your way to his side. He was then surprised when you suddenly sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around him.

"Did you really mean what you said?" you asked which made him immediately nod.

"Of course. I really do like you." Akaashi carefully wrapped his arms around your waist, watching for any negative reaction, and pulling you closer when he didn't receive any. "You're sitting on my lap and basically hugging me. Does this mean that you still like me?"

"Of course, Keiji," you said with a smile.

"Then..." Akaashi collected your hair to one side and gently placed his hand on your nape, his eyes traveling down from your eyes to your lips. "Can I kiss you?"

With a simple nod from you, Akaashi pressed his lips against yours.

a/n: yes, you made out in the library. This is Akaashi were talking about and there's no way I wont take the opportunity to make out with him in the library lmao.

Osamu Miya

You were one of the lucky fans of the Miya twins, specifically Osamu's

Why? Because you're Aran Ojiro's sister and that meant that you can freely see your crush any time of the day

The team basically treats you as their own sister

Although it gives you a lot of perks, it also had its disadvantages

Because no matter how much you try hinting your feelings towards a certain Miya, he just won't acknowledge it

In fact, you didn't get along with him

Unlike the rest of the team, Osamu would always pick on you

You actually didn't expect it to happen because you thought that Atsumu was the playful one among them

But boy did Osamu prove you wrong

There weren't any time of the day that you won't pick at each other, spouting remarks here and there until the other gives up

It never went overboard though. You both knew your limits and when to stop

Or at least that's what you thought

Because today, he chose to target the wrong topic

You were currently seated in the middle of the court with the rest of the team. All of you were in the form of a circle with an empty bottle in the middle.

It was Atsumu's idea to play a game of truth or dare before you all go home. According to him, it would be effective on "cooling" off their bodies from the intense practice. Even Kita was forced to participate, thanks to Atsumu's constant whining.

With a wide grin, Atsumu spun the bottle which made most of you take in a deep breath due to the anticipation.

Finally, the bottle stopped. The tip was pointed at you while the other side was pointed towards Atsumu.

"Y/n! How lucky of ya! Truth or dare?" he asked with a wiggle of his brows.

"Truth." You couldn't help but roll your eyes after that, knowing that what's to come will probably be something silly.

Except it wasn't.

"Then... If yer given the chance to date someone from the team, who would it be?" Atsumu asked proudly, giving Osamu a side glance before focusing on you again.

You heard your brother groaning from beside you making you giggle. Placing his arm on top of your head, Aran gave each of the members a glare.

"Hm... I'd probably date 'S-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Osamu let out a loud chuckle. All eyes snapped to his direction, watching him in confusion.

"Sorry, sorry," Osamu said after composing himself. "Did ya really have to ask that? Of course she'd pick Suna. Haven't ya notice the way she looks at him every practice?"

"Huh?" Suna muttered absentmindedly, his eyes lifting up from his phone towards Osamu.

"Don't even try denying it, y/n. Plus, even if ya try, I know Suna will basically reject ya. I mean, I can't even stand ya. If it were me, I'd reject ya on the spot. Yer annoying and too loud and that thing ya do with yer hand when yer explaining? Super annoying. Ah! And don't ferget the way yer nose scrunches when yer deep in thought," Osamu said without any pause.

Once he was done, he titled his head a bit to the side, trying to peek at your face that was now casted downwards, your hair covering most of your face. "Oh, are ya crying? Did I ruin yer confession?"

To his surprise, there were indeed tears streaming down your cheeks when you lifted your head up. Everyone grew silent, completely shocked at the sight.

"I was going to confess to you, dumbass." With that, you stood up, grabbed your bag and ran out of the gym.

Aran immediately stood up to follow you, but not before throwing a glare to Osamu.

Atsumu, who was the first to break the silence, turned towards his twin. "Okay, I know that I'm dumber among the two of us but that was a real jerk move right there, 'Samu."

Osamu could only stare at the gym doors with shock and regret written on his face.

"You're on the bench until I'm sure that you and y/n-san made up," Kita simply said before standing up. "Game's over. Let's all go home."

-

The following days, you avoided Osamu like a plague. It even reached the point that you have to eat lunch inside your classroom instead of eating with the team like you usually do.

Even Aran was pissed at Osamu. Aran knew that a playful banter was normal between you and Osamu but never had it ever reached this point.

You were basically crying all night when you arrived home and if not for Aran's patience, you wouldn't have went home in the first place. When you left the gym, your brother found you in a nearby park, your knees up to your chest and your head hidden from view.

He wasn't oblivious about your feelings towards Osamu but he never mentioned about since he wanted you to tell him or any of the members when you're comfortable enough. It was only unfortunate that the moment you felt confident enough to confess, Osamu had to pull that shit on you.

"C'mon, Aran. I need to talk to them," Osamu pleaded as he tried to get pass your brother.

Aran stood firmly infront of your apartment, his arms crossed over his chest and his figure blocking the door. "You really have the audacity to march your way to our apartment after the shit you put my sibling through? What, you got tired of sitting on the bench during matches? Can't impress your fanclub anymore? Go home, Miya."

"I'm sorry, okay? I wanted to apologize to them but they've been avoiding me. This is my last resort." Osamu said and gripped his hair in frustration.

Once he saw a peek of you trying to hide yourself behind a wall, Osamu immediately grabbed the opportunity. "Y/n, I'm sorry! Talk to me, please!  I... I don't know what to do anymore. I'm sorry..."

You soften at the pleading voice of Osamu and revealed yourself from behind the wall. Walking over to the door, you placed a hand on Aran's shoulder. "Give us space to talk, please?"

Your brother threw a glance at Osamu and sighed at the determined look on his face. "Alright," he muttered before turning towards you. "Call me if anything happens, alright?"

Upon hearing you hum in agreement, Aran placed a hand on your head to ruffle your hair, chuckling as he heard you whining before he went out.

You invited Osamu inside your apartment, making sure to close the door before settling yourselves on the living room.

"Water?" you asked out of courtesy but Osamu only shook his head no. "Talk then."

Osamu felt an unsettling feeling inside him at your dismissive tone. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"I was used to havin' banters with ya that I didn't realize that I was already sayin' too much. I didn't mean to hurt yer feelings, y/n. I know that it may sound ridiculous considerin' how harsh I was to ya but I really didn't mean those words."

You listened attentively to him as he continued to apologize, your tears once again flowing down your cheeks as you remembered everything that happened. "I really like you, 'Samu. I don't even know how or why but I just do and I guess I was hurt, not only because you rejected me but also humiliated me. I don't deserve that," you said and brought your knees up to your chest, clutching the throw blanket as you sobbed.

Osamu was beside you in an instant, his arms enclosing you as he pulled you to his lap. "I know...I know. I'm sorry," he whispered as he rubbed your back soothingly. "I guess I got blinded by jealousy. I thought that ya were going to say Suna's name so I assumed that ya like him."

Wiping your nose with the sleeve of the hoodie you're wearing, you looked up at him with a frown. "Jealousy? I thought you hated me. Why would you even feel jealous?"

"Do I really have to spell it out fer ya?" Seeing you nod, Osamu sighed and pressed your face to his chest in order to hide his flustered cheeks. "I like ya, okay? I always pick on ya because I wanted yer attention. I didn't actually expect ya to fight back but ya did. That's why I was intrigued by ya, and if ya still like m-"

"Yes," you answered without even letting him finish. With your face still buried to his chest, you could hear his heartbeat picking up. You pulled away from the hug and looked up at him, you cheeks still slightly damp from crying.

"Yer not kiddin'?" Osamu asked as he stared at you, his hand reaching up to wipe your cheeks with his thumb.

"I'm not. I'm still a little hurt so you have to make it up to me, but my feelings? They're still here," you answered honestly.

A smile made its way to Osamu's lips upon hearing what you said. Pressing his forehead with yours, he tightened his arms around your waist to hold you closer. "Thank ya fer givin' me another chance, angel."

After making up and stealing kisses here and there, you and Osamu decided to cuddle on the couch, your back against his chest and his arm resting against your waist.

It safe to say that when Aran came back, the most sour expression made its way to his face. It hadn't even been two weeks when he witnessed you literally crying your eyes out and now, he comes back to you sleeping on the couch with the man that made you cry.

"Fuck my life," Aran muttered with a groan.

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