#xbox display

[ohmyshesintriguing]

[todayisafridaynight]

HUH???????????????

BOOTY ASS BUTT ASS BOLLOCKS OUT NAKED

[mikesartshack]

[ID: 6 Images of a Xbox control during it's rebranding! In the first two images were the sketches, showing the skills map from Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order painted around the Xbox logo. The third image has the front panel of the controller popped off and resting on a paint pallet, the darkened outlines of the skills map present. After that two images show the finished product, a shimmery glittery gloss over the entire thing. The final image is almost completely dark, except it displays the lines of the skills map glowing! End ID] This process started June 10th 2022 and ended June 17th 2022. It was a birthday present for one of my friends! The controller was for display only since I couldn't guarantee that the gloss would hold up too my friends rigorous gaming. However! He did love the present :)

[randomthunk]

Merry Christmas! Papa Egsmas and his helpers are here to deliver gifts to all the good boys and girls...I think. Well, it’s the spirit that counts. Happy Sunsturn!

[electricpurrs]

i miss my beautiful 3 weed smoking girlfriends nintendo 64, playstation 2 and xbox 360. i still have them right here i just never figured out how to make them work again

[sunkingwrites]

I love talking to people about how they play stardew- like, tell me your favourite actives, tell me if you have any go-to names for animals, if you let the randomizer do its thing, or maybe you have a pinterest board with a bunch of names to choose from (like me :D)

Are you organized? Do you throw everything into a chest and let it sit until you go looking for it? Do you press auto sort, and is that enough for you to navigate your storage? Do you colour-code your chests and know exactly where everything is? Are your chests spread out in different parts of your farm- different parts of the map???

Do you play with or without headphones? Do you listen to the soundtrack or maybe have something else playing in the background??

Do you romance the same person every time? Have you made multiple saves to try out different layouts and pets and and and...tell me everything!! 🥺

[manal785]

Mini Projector

[jcmarchi]

The Casting of Frank Stone Preview - Breaking Down The Game's Cutting Room Floor Feature And Scope Of Choice - Game Informer

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The Casting of Frank Stone Preview - Breaking Down The Game's Cutting Room Floor Feature And Scope Of Choice - Game Informer

The Casting of Frank Stone may have new elements due to its ties to Dead by Daylight, but it remains a Supermassive horror game at its core. By that, I mean it’s a narrative-focused, choice-driven adventure that can result in numerous different outcomes based on your decisions and reaction time to sudden button prompts. Characters can be permanently killed off due to your actions, and this blueprint has given past Supermassive works like Until Dawn and especially The Quarry (which boasted 186 different outcomes) plenty of replayability for fans who wanted to see every possible route the story could take. This has typically meant restarting the entire game, but The Casting of Frank Stone eases this process thanks to a new destination called the Cutting Room Floor.

This mode opens after you’ve beaten the game once, but it will be available at the start for owners of the Deluxe Edition. The Cutting Room Floor displays the web of possible outcomes, locked and unlocked, for every narrative fork in each chapter. It also shows the number of collectibles you’ve found or can be found. 

Every decision has a percentage number representing the number of players who chose it, and this statistic will continually fluctuate as more people play. You can replay any segment, which means you can preserve your choices from a previous section of the game and only change later outcomes, and vice versa. Since some outcomes can only be experienced by making a specific combination of decisions, the Cutting Room Floor seems like a great, streamlined way to witness the different story permutations and go collectible/achievement hunting without replaying unnecessary stretches or the whole game.   

How many different directions can the story take? When I asked Supermassive Games this question, creative director Steve Goss told me that the sheer number of outcomes won’t be as vast as The Quarry’s. Instead, he says to compare the game to Until Dawn’s structure. The team aimed to write a more tightly written tale for The Casting of Frank Stone to facilitate more satisfying character arcs and resolutions. That said, you’ll still be making plenty of decisions, and the Cutting Room Floor will make it easier than ever to revisit those choices and make new ones.

The Casting of Frank Stone launches on September 3 for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X/S, and PC. Click the banner below to visit our cover story hub for more exclusive stories and videos.

[hw4computers]

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[houseofwolvess]

woooo i have the house to myself for like 3-ish hours!! fuck yes!!

[sleepyangelkami]

Omgg I'm new to tublr but I love ur work smm could you pls do more carl grimes

SHELTERED c.grimes

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CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - carl's alexandrian girlfriend had always been somewhat sheltered, never so much as laid eyes on a zombie. however, when he decides to go on a supply run with his dad, some of her friends drag her to a party in the woods where she uncovers her first ever walker.

 ☆ WARNINGS - blood, gore, zombies, twd themes, violence, guns, crying, anxiety, worry, (1) use of y/n, pet names, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

alexandria was a quiet place in a world of chaos. it was nothing but comfort and clouds, nothing to worry for, nothing to be anxious about.

carl was anything but.

the boy was quite alike a storm the minute he'd entered the town. he was... different from other kids, that much was for sure. he was interested in comics and action while most the kids of alexandria only cared for their xbox's that were powered by the solar pannels.

so it was safe to say that when carl grimes made his way to the gazebo on a sunny day to read his action comic, you sitting with your romance novel threw him off a little.

he soon realised that you too were different.

you two got close so quickly, with your shelteredness, growing up in alexandria and his need to protect, having been on the road for so long, you were practically attached by the hip and the whole of alexandria could see.

when carl first met you, he took not of the plain innocence you displayed, not just because of your skirts and dresses that you pranced around in, pretty bow against your hair, but the fact that you grew up in alexandria. when shit hit the fan and the world turned to death, you never had to experience any of it. you were simply shielded from the dangers of the world as soon as the walls had been placed around your town.

truthfully, carl was glad.

one of the things the boy loved the most about you was the type of purity you displayed. every one of your actions was done with the need to help people. pure intentions.

you didn't have the type of heart for a world like their own, much too sweet to face the death that would stare right back at you.

"do you have to go?" That mumble he'd grown rather attached to. you used that mumble when you were tired, like now when the sun had set and darkness loomed over the town, still wrapped in your own bedsheets.

the boy hummed with dissatisfaction. "i'll be back tomorrow night." it wasn't unusual for the boy to leave at random hours of the night, not making it back until the next. it was to help his father and daryl on their runs, to get what the town needed.

was it selfish to wish he didn't have to?

you made a whine type of noise while muffled between the white pillows. carl only smiled softly. "get some rest, baby." the boy with the cowboy hat pressed a gentle kiss against the crown of your head, picking up his gun and making his way towards the door. "goodnight."

"g'night." but you were almost positive that you'd been asleep by the time the door closed shut again.

as much as carl loved going out on runs, there was something so god awful about leaving you wrapped up in the bed, alone. you were so sheltered your entire life, never knowing what was out there. it was almost as if he felt the need to protect you at all times, every day, assure both you and him that nothing was going to happen to you.

you had no intentions of leaving the walls.

alexandria was your home, your safety. you'd never so much as seen a walker before and you didn't plan on it anytime soon.

so when the words, "so, are you going?" came out of your best friends boyfriends lips, you only stared in shock.

enid, your best friend could only roll her eyes at the boy. "she doesn't want to." she spoke for you. "y/n doesn't like going outside of the walls, you know this."

and yet, he pressed further. "come on, everyone's gonna bet there, this will be the biggest one yet." a party that the teenagers and some of the younger adults went to. it was beyond the walls, out past where you were supposed to be. if anyone were to ever find out, you'd all be killed. so, you kept your mouth shut in hoping that if someone did find out about the parties, you'd never be tied to it. it wasn't as if you'd ever gone to one. "your little boyfriend never lets you go."

ron anderson wasn't the fondest of your boyfriend. it was evident since the day they met that they didn't like each other. believe me, carl had as much of a distaste for the boy as he did him. "carl isn't the reason."

"then what is?" you shrugged your shoulders, glancing down at your shoes. "you never do anything with us, it's like carl is the only thing you care about."

manipulation at it's finest. harmless, though, right?

"what?" an evident frown came across your face upon the realisation that your friends weren't even all the way sure if you liked them. "i do care about you guys."

"then do something with us for a change." the fourth of the group chimed in, mikey was his name. "besides, carl's gone and it's not like we're gonna tell him. your secrets safe with us."

you didn't want to go.

yet somehow, you found yourself wound up exactly where you 'didn't want to be'.

it wasn't that you were worried what carl would think. truthfully, as much as you valued the boy's opinion, you would never let him boss you around and tell you what you could and couldn't do. carl accepted you for all the beauty, all the ugly and never so much as questioned your actions, only doting when you got hurt. you couldn't love someone more. and neither could he.

but when your friends announced that they thought all you cared about was carl, you couldn't help but feel the guilt swirl through your veins. you loved carl, adored even but you could have friends to.

worried that they'd think you didn't want to hang out with them anymore, you found yourself for the first time in your life, exiting the walls.

you knew it was wrong the moment you stepped outside.

carl's old discarded flannel did nothing to help you keep the heat inside your body. you held it close, hoping the scent of carl would overpower the scent of alcohol that filled your nose. "you okay?" enid was the only one who took notice of your stiff figure.

" 'm fine." was the answer you gave, whether or not it had been true. all your mind could travel to was your boyfriend. yes, you never wanted to leave the walls of alexandria in fear of the walkers but you also knew how much carl wished for you to stay behind the protective walls to.

and he was going to be so mad once he found out where you were.

you could imagine him walking onto the street where your house lay. he'd climbed in through your bedroom window thousands of times before, you left it open for him to enter at any stage of the day or night. now, he'd find an empty bed.

enid noticed the way your face was twitching, though. "you sure? i can stay with you, if you want." but you could see the way her eyes were trailing towards her boyfriend from the other side of the party.

"no, it's okay." the girl gave you a unconvinced face. "really, 'm okay, now go get your boyfriend."

but you weren't okay.

the anxious thought started over as soon as enid left your side. the party unfolded, stupid music playing in the background. surely, that would attract walkers? your hazy eyes looked from person to person. enid was sat atop ron's lap, kissing him. mikey was between two girls, grinning to himself with a bottle in his hands. various other teenagers having the time of their lives. one boy, ethan you thought the name was, was standing on top of a makeshift table, chugging cans until the table collapsed beneath him.

you couldn't bear the sight, nor the smell of alcohol or any of the worry that filled your lungs making it suddenly hard to breathe.

you could imagine the state this would end up in, should a walker make it's way here. the teenagers here were the same sheltered people you'd grown up with, they'd went to the school with you in alexandria, they'd never been beyond the walls. now, they had and they hadn't been hunted down by walkers yet so they didn't expect it to happen.

but what if it did?

none of them were fighters, none of them went on supply runs or so much as tried to deal with walkers before.

it was only a matter of time before something went wrong.

and you simply couldn't be here anymore.

your chest was heavy as you stood from your place on the ground, trying to make your way towards the woods, tripping over rocks and bottles as you went.

the forest was dark and hidden, no light source aside from the moon. you squinted your eyes, trying to see where you were going. you looked in front of you, suddenly not knowing whether to turn left or right.

had you even taken this road on the way here...?

sudden worry that you were going the wrong way. you couldn't hear the music of the party anymore, it was long gone and it had been your only way back there.

you were lost and if you didn't make it back to the party or alexandria soon, nobody would ever find you. that's what you told yourself, at least. carl would spend forever looking for you until one day, he'll stumble across your dead corpse, either half eaten or roaming around in the same clothes you'd worn that day, his flannel shirt hanging from your frame.

the thoughts caused your head to spin, obviously not taking much notice of the ground in front of you. you held your hands out as your foot tripped over a rock, you used them to catch whatever was in front of you, preventing your fall.

you grasped what you thought was a tree.

until you heard the groan of the dead.

it stared you in the eye, his own glazed over with a type of grey. blood surrounded his mouth, dead skin hanging from his body. he appeared to be missing a finger.

you yelped, falling backwards and straight onto your back. your head scratched itself off a rock, using your hands to straighten yourself back up when you noticed it hadn't just been one dead, but three.

they all turned to you, a sick hungry look in their eye as they began stalking forward, gugrles and groans leaving their mouthes as they found the food of that day.

you'd never seen one before though you knew they'd be horrid looking. you never expected the smell, though. the rotting flesh scent that filled your nose, certainly overpowering the scent of the flannel. their rotted teeth and lack of hair had you scrambling to find something, a rock, a discarded knife or twig, something to use as some kind of a weapon.

but the truth was, you'd been sheltered too long.

how were you ever supposed to pick yourself up out of something like this when you didn't know the first thing about walkers.

you would have accepted your faith with a scream, let them tear into your flesh because you were no help to anybody, including yourself.

you couldn't so much as weave your way away from three walkers, hopeless.

then the sight of a knife sticking into his head was in front of you.

blood spurted out, covering your clothes and the boy next to the walker. carl grimes with his infamous sheriff's hat along with the knife that he plunged into the walker's head. "what the hell are you doing out here?!" shock was evident in his voice, though he appeared to be alone. he whipped around, taking out both the other two walkers while you merely stared in shock.

the blood that spurted onto the ground as the final walker fell to the grass. your glassy eyes could still make out carl's boot stomping onto its head, squishing it and causing blood, insides and flesh to tear and fall.

carl was met with the sight of your glassy eyes staring up at him, fear-stricken expression.

he found himself rushing towards you.

"'m sorry, 'm so sorry, carl. i didn't― ron―" the words came out like a childish blubber, unable to form sentences as fat tears left your eyes, rolling down your flush cheeks.

"are you bit?" carl didn't care for the words you spoke, scanning your body, pushing your arm up to scan wherever he could. "did you hurt your―" he cut himself off as his eyes landed on the blood dripping from your forehead. "what did you do?"

the sound of his disapproving voice was enough for your breath to shake. "'m sorry." you kept repeating. "i just― please don't be mad at me."

finally the words that ached the back of your throat.

it seemed as though shock was the thing that fell across his face, wondering why you'd ever think he'd get mad at you for something like this. "hey, hey, 'm not mad, baby, c'mere." in the dead of night, through the trees, the boy took you into his arms, seating you onto his lap as the sobs emitted your mouth. he carefully drew circles on your back with the palm of his hand. "you're jus' scared, is all, you're okay, sweetheart." sweet nothings filled your ears, nothing but comfort against your skin.

you choked, blubbering as you pushed your face away from the crook of his neck. "the others― we have to warn them." though eyes still full of tears.

innocence had obviously still been deeply embedded into your brain. otherwise, you would have figured out by now that they'd known. "They know, baby." you looked at him with confusion. "saw a couple of them throwing rocks at a walker."

thoughts filled your brain, confused.

enid and ron told you that this was the safest party there was. and despite your obvious doubts about something so ridiculous, they'd assured you that no walker had ever been so much as seen where you would be going.

you felt a pang of betrayal set in your bones. not only at the fact that they'd lied but at the fact that these people you grew up with, very same innocence as your own, were using walkers like toys, pets even.

"come on, pretty girl." fingers working against your waist, gently soothing the skin. "let's get you home."

home. that sounded nice. "'kay." voice still slick with your earlier tears.

carl practically carried you all the way home. it wasn't until you were sat inside your bathroom, sat against the porcelain toilet while he crouched in front of you on the ground that the tears stopped. "'s gonna hurt." he warned.

you nodded, fingers holding around his own hand while the free one used a cotton pad filled with rubbing alcohol to disinfect the wound.

you winced, glass glossing over again. "i know, sweetheart, i know." pretty words falling from his lips as he cared for you like no other human being would ever be capable of doing. "jus' gotta get it done, yeah?"

and he did just that, quickly disinfecting the wound before grasping the gauze. your eyes were open, staring forward at his pretty face in front of you. he looked tired enough but he usually did with his sunken eye and tired perplexion. you always said it was because he wasn't eating enough. that was the thing about carl, always forgetting to take care of himself in the simplest of ways.

but you? no, he couldn't possibly forget a thing.

" 'm sorry." you'd said it before, but you couldn't express it enough.

carl slowly retracted his hands from your face, sighing gently. he moved his hands back up, only this time they cupped your cheeks instead of dusting your forehead. "what you did was stupid." you nodded in agreement. "you should know better, what's out there should stay out there and you should stay in here, where it's safe." you didn't bother explaining the situation, knowing it'd been you who decided to leave, ron didn't decide that for you. "you're lucky today didn't end worse."

"i know." voice cracking as your eyes gazed down upon the tiled ground of your bathroom where carl crouched.

he lifted your face up with his left hand, tilting his head slightly. "but that doesn't mean 'm mad at you, you know that, right?" you shrugged, supposing you didn't know that. "could never be mad at you."

"'m an idiot." you mumbled, attempting to look as far away from the boy as you could.

"a little." he grinned causing you to turn with a smile of your own. "'s okay, though. i'll do the thinkin' for you from now on, yeah?"

didn't seem like too bad of an idea.

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[hxxsxxng]

SUNGHOON AS YOUR OLDER BROTHER

「synopsis」 : sunghoon as your older brother, as well as him finding out that you are dating jungwon

「word count」 : 1k

「authors note」 : thank you for this ask! i love doing little things like these <3

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olderbrother!sunghoon is the boy who would always make fun of you in school but would kick someone’s ass if they tried to tease you

olderbrother!sunghoon would be super overprotective, keeping note of everybody around and who interacts with you

olderbrother!sunghoon doesn’t want you to grow too up fast just like he had to

olderbrother!sunghoon always invites you to hang out with his friends, since you don’t seem to ever leave your room

olderbrother!sunghoon who pounds it into his friends heads that his younger sister is off limits

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typically you, sunghoon, and all of his friends would sit in the garage taking turns on the xbox, laughing and just hanging out. “come on come on come on!” sunghoon exclaimed, frustrated at trying to beat the boss in whatever game the group was playing this time.

“you have to go for his weak spot” jake explained while the respawn screen was displayed. “okay you try then” sunghoon handed the controller to jake.

you observe from your bean-bag in the corner of the room as jake tries and tries to beat the boss, ending up with the same result as sunghoon. “they’re never going to beat it at this rate” jungwon whispers in your ear giggling.

jungwons laughs caught sunghoons attention a he turns around to see you and him cuddled up with eachother, with you laying you head in jungwons lap. he doesn’t comprehend it at first, then did a double take.

“what are you two doing?” he questions, sitting up from the couch. you immediately pull your head off of jungwon. “sunghoon, what do you want?” you ask, rolling your eyes.

“i want to know why you two were cuddling like that” sunghoon crosses his arms over his chest looking at you both. jungwons face turns bright pink, trying to find the words to say. you don’t even need to speak though because jungwon knows that he can’t lie and he will definitely be killed if sunghoon finds out. “just tell him, wonnie” you say, giving jungwons shoulder an encouraging squeeze.

he takes in a breath and looks at you. “the thing is, we uh” jungwon pauses, not wanting to get into detail with every one in the room now watching him closely. “we kind of” jungwon takes another deep breath in and lets it out. “we kind of have feelings for each other” he says with conviction in his voice.

a shocked silence falls across the room except for the noise of the pause screen of the game. “how long has this been happening?” sunghoon asks quietly. everyone’s eyes turn to jungwon, who looks down shamefully. “ever since my birthday party” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“so… what? you guys are dating” sunghoon asks awkwardly, glancing around the room. “it hasn’t really been official but yes” jungwon confirms, shifting in his seat to face sunghoon better. “but we haven’t told anyone about this yet” he continues nervously. “are you okay with it?” jungwons adds, biting his lip anxiously.

“i don’t know how to feel man, i wish you could have trusted me enough to come to me about it when it first happened” sunghoon confesses after a while. there was nothing more you could have done. jungwon and him have had told each other everything, even since highschool. “but i am happy for you” sunghoon smiles.

jungwon lets out a sigh of relief while you are to the side of him speechless. sunghoon comes around the couch and takes both of you into a hug, tears almost forming in jungwons eyes from being so scared of disapproval. “this is going to be weird to get used to” sunghoon laughs.

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[kazutora-kurokawa]

Hello! Hope you are doing well, it’s my first time requesting so I’m kinda scared-

I saw that requests were open (unfortunately I don’t know how that even work lol) so I just assumed it was here

Basically I was thinking about the fact I see so much fics about gamer!bf but never gamer!gf, so I was wondering if you could do headcannons or something about Kazutora with a gamer!gf (fluff or smut)

Hope I did what I actually had to do to request, anyways I hope you have a great day <3

Kazutora x Gamer!Reader

♡ SFW and NSFW, fem reader, gf!reader, fluff, reader has a PC, a gaming system (like PlayStation or Xbox), and a switch, oral->fem receiving, fingering, exhibitionism ♡

note: heyy girlie, you definitely did it right lol 🩷 thanks for requesting and I hope you have a good day too

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SFW

🐯 Helps you set up a gaming room, including building shelves for a bunch of decorative stuff you want to display (he almost broke one because the instructions were unclear)

🐯 Watches you play regardless of what game you're playing, he just likes watching you while you're in your element

🐯 Lets you teach him about the games you play, he loves hearing about the history of different games

🐯 Lays his head in your lap while you play animal crossing, he thinks the game is cute and relaxing (he's practically begging you to get the tiger villagers 😭)

NSFW

🐯 Eats you out while you play, which usually ends with you losing or not finishing whatever game you were playing and tangling your fingers in his hair instead

🐯 Likes playing games that make the controller vibrate, just so he can put his controller between your legs and lose on purpose to make it vibrate

🐯 Fingers you while you're playing games with your friends that use voice chat, he loves seeing you try not to whine while talking

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Taglist

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[felassan]

Cliff notes from the latest blogpost:

BioWare created a dedicated team to focus on PC & the PC experience

PC made up 40% of their platform testing effort

They did 200,000+ hours of performance and compatibility testing

They did almost 10,000 hours of user research testing to ensure good controls and UI for both KBM and controllers

Native support for PS5 DualSense controllers with haptics support (along with Xbox & KBM)

Seamlessly transition between controllers and KBM in gameplay or menus

Customize class-specific keybinds

Full HDR support at launch

Full support for 21:9 Ultrawide monitors

Disabling the Cinematic Aspect Ratio option removes the enforced black bars so cinematics aren't affected

Adjust FOV with FOV slider

Uncapped framerate option

Most changes to graphics & display settings are reflected in real time

The cutout in UI allows you to see the effects of settings changes

DA:TV is Steam Native

DA:TV is Steam Deck Verified

Support for Cloud Save on Steam

Switch seamlessly between PC & Steamdeck

Remote Play (for TV) enabled. To utilize it EA account linking is optional

Support for suite of Ray Tracing features

"Ultra RT" mode for very high end PCs

Several types of upscaling available: NVIDIA DLSS 3, FSR 2.2, and XeSS

FSR 2.2 has been heavily modified specifically for DA:TV

DLSS3 with frame generation supported

NVIDIA Reflex supported

PC specs and details summary

More info on PC features to come

More info on combat, companions, explorations and more also to come

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NEW YEARS EVE | SATORU GOJO

☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ summary: when things don't go according to plan, satoru has to try to get home in time for new year's eve, but will he make it?

contents: no pronouns, mentioned the reader is wearing a dress, angst, no curse au, rich!gojo, fluffy ending, this isn't that good guys help 😭 w/c: 1.4k a/n: happy new year!!!

despite everyone in the room, new year's eve is indescribably lonely.

SATORU had left that morning, a promise on his lips of returning in plenty of time to accompany you to geto's party in light of the celebration of the new year.

only night had drawn, the sky periwinkle-turned black by the setting sun, and you had spent hours anxiously waiting for your boyfriend's arrival. in the dress he had bought for this occasion and with your knees bouncing restlessly, the door had never seemed so daunting until then, as hundreds of scenarios filled your mind of why he wasn't responding to any call or text.

however, when the clock hit 10, geto and shoko had called to encourage you to come anyway and leave the penthouse that felt too big without satoru and his personality, in a dress growing more uncomfortable with anxiousness prickling your skin. dread wasn't the right word for how you felt, but the range of emotions raving, cumulating, and racing through your mind filled you with a foreboding sense of apprehension. you agreed, despite your inhibitions.

you arrived at suguru's place, every bit as fancy as your boyfriend's, with a champagne bottle you two had picked up the day before. shoko had been the first to answer the door and welcome you in, apologizing immediately with a grumble about how gojo couldn't be on time, even if it killed him.

though you neglected to tell her he was always on time when it came to you, you took it in stride and were welcomed in by everyone else. all of them were friends from college, though you would have never guessed from the mix-matched group of people. toji and sukuna were playing on the xbox, suguru was sipping champagne along with nanami, and at the same time, choso watched the other tv displaying the new year countdown. the rest were off with family, leaving your get-together to be small and humble.

"is that her?" toji glanced back to confirm it was you. "gojo here? he owes me money."

when the rest finally realized that you came here alone, the pity hung like a dark cloud. you had tried to enjoy yourself regardless, but the fact that no one else had heard from him made your hands shaky and the lump in your throat a little harder to swallow.

toji and sukuna had been quick to invite you over to play mario cart with them to take your mind off things; though they never said as much, you were grateful to them regardless. the rest of your friends had even joined in, resulting in a lot of yelling and laughing during leiri's repeated wins and choso's losing streak. as midnight approaches, your mind still manages to wander back to him, landing you where you are now.

the reporter on tv stands around with others in shibuya on the crossing while the clock ticks down to the last five minutes of the year. toji and sukuna have put down the games (what fun was there playing when sukuna kept winning?) and joined the rest of you congregating around the tv and getting as drunk as possible. though you were doing so a little more than most, to the point where geto politely cut you off.

gojo was still a no-show, and playing off how his absence affected you had worked initially, but the facade was now torn with holes too big to hide the vulnerable part of yourself that couldn't stop texting him. while everyone else had assured you he wouldn't miss new year's and was probably caught up in traffic, hope dwindled into thinly veiled fear the longer your texts went unread.

3 minutes.

excitement bubbled in the room. drinks were being set down, party poppers were being brought out, and yet you were as uneasy as ever without satoru.

choso was quick to come to your rescue and loosen up your nervous disposition by pulling you into the conversation, teasing you about how he'd have to kiss you when the clock struck midnight. you didn't have the heart to tell him the notion made you even more miserable.

1 minute.

the volume on the tv was turned up, each of them eagerly watching the screen as tension rose. shoko smiles brightly as suguru pulls her to his side in a friendly manner, taking her alcohol-filled glass away despite her protests.

the volume was enough to cover the sound of the door knob jingling and the door opening from the other side of the room.

10 seconds.

someone shouted your name.

it is as if the world stopped spinning, and time stood still for this fraction of a second. you can't even get a word out before satoru leaps into your arms and spins you around just as your friends echo the numbers.

5…

he puts you down.

4…

he looks positively breathless, and yet he still grins widely.

3…

you return his contagious smile with your own, your heart pounding so loudly against your ribcage that you can't feel anything else.

2…

appreciation swells over you like a crashing wave while fireworks begin to explode in the sky beyond the expansive windows of the penthouse. rainbows of light scatter in the sky, reflecting in the window and dispersing across his face. they highlight his sharp features and gleaming eyes in a second, so cinematic you can't look away.

1…

he pulls you in.

"happy new year!!!"

your lips crash into satoru's as fiercely passionate emotions take over your senses and fill them with everything that is him. his lips are raw from being bitten, likely from anxiousness, but soft and moldable as they claim yours. squeezed tighter into his body, he pours out every ounce of love, devotion, and hopefulness that tastes sickly sweet on your tongue.

all too soon, however, you both pull away to recover your breaths, panting in a strangely rhythmic way.

"you're here," you whisper in disbelief, white tuffs of hair flopping over his forehead while you search his cerulean irises, bright and alive, to yield an explanation, only to witness them soften imperceptibly.

before you can analyze him and every thought and ugly emotion he's suppressing, he presses his forehead against yours, holding your face in a manner so intimate your throat closes with emotion.

"i'm sorry. fuck, i'm so sorry, sweets. they kept me in a meeting, and i tried to get home as soon as possible, but my phone was dead, and traffic was horrendous…" he inhales deeply, your scent fluttering through his senses delicately. the booms of fireworks, the shouting on tv, and the sounds of celebration dissolve into white noise. his wiry arms pull you impossibly close to his chest.

a soft side, raw and revealing, everything he's been taught to cover with flesh and muscle is bare for your eyes alone. vulnerability is a word he's come to know as he silently pleads for your forgiveness in the wake of his confession. no matter how he hides behind humor to cover emotions, he needs this, he needs you. you are everything he strives to be, a version of himself broken free from the shackles of the gojo empire, from society and its expectations of strength.

you're his everything, despite having never admitted it, and if giving you the gift of the new year makes you smile, he would stop time itself to give you this day again and again.

"a text would have been nice," you chuckle sadly, and his adam's apple bobs.

"yeah–"

"you guys done yet?" the both of you freeze, slowly turning to find your friends staring at you with varying expressions.

"finally decided to show up, huh?" suguru raises an eyebrow, and you can feel gojo's exasperation beside you.

"it wasn't my fault! they trapped me in a meeting, my phone died, oh and don't forget the traffic!" he whines, listing it off on his fingers.

shoko and suguru shake their heads, nanami and choso roll their eyes, and toji pays his gambling money to a very smug sukuna (he bet satoru wouldn't return before midnight).

it catches your boyfriend's attention as he shouts in disbelief, "hey! did you bet on me?!"

the rest of the room descends into chaos, but with him at your side, your hurricane, and your rock, you silently speak your new year wish to the heavens. you take a second to watch the room like an outsider looking in, to let every emotion sink into memory before immersing yourself back into the action.

you've never felt more at home than the one you created with the people beside you.

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[splishfish]

Tomura fucking reader while playing video games? 👅

Tomura Shigaraki x AFAB Reader

Tags: Creampie, Cunnilingus, Humping, Slow sex turned into Rough sex, slight choking, slight edging, Praise, Pre-Established Relationship, Fondling

WC: 2.0K

“You’re doing so good…fuck…”

Authors note at the bottom!

Sitting in his gaming chair with his legs crossed and his hands idly scratching his neck, the monitor behind him displayed a popular battle royale. Fortnite. Unfortunately he wasn’t playing, having been quickly knocked and eliminated, his reboot card having expired seconds before you managed to collect it.

He scowled as he watched the tv only a few feet away from him, your character sprinting through the grassy fields of the forest, looting golden chests and replacing your weapons whenever you found a better one.

Quickly getting bored of the screen, his eyes trailed towards you. You laid on your stomach kicking your legs in the air as you played. Xbox controller in your hand clicked silently, your face scrunched up in concentration as you started a fight. His eyes began to explore your body, lingering on your pretty ass which was hidden under your pants.

He hummed to himself before hopping off his chair, climbing into bed with you and straddling your thighs. Your voice was soft and low as you spoke, clearly still invested in the game ahead of you.

“What’re you doin’?” He didn’t respond, his hands coming down to fondle your ass. The clothed flesh pooled out of his fingers with each grope, the sight causing his eyes to narrow with lust. He could hear your small protests, something about losing the game, but he didn’t care. Instead, his hand trailed up your body, sliding under your shirt to gently tug your pants down to your thighs. His free hand lifted your waist, ignoring your protests once again.

“Hey. Stop it. I’m trying to win for us.”

Your voice was faint in his mind, the sight of your panty covered ass was incredibly arousing. He could feel his cock beginning to warm up, heat rushing down as he grinned and began to fondle your ass again. Your skin was warm against his hands, and he couldn't resist pulling the thin fabric of your underwear aside, exposing your pretty cunt to the cold air. He watched you shudder, attempting to shield yourself from the cold by pressing your thighs together.

He pursed his chapped lips in disapprovement, his hands spreading your thighs as much as he could with your pants still in the way. Sliding his hand between the small gap he had created, he ran his fingers up and down your slit, tapping your clit occasionally with his index finger. 

Your breath hitched as his hand began to play with your folds, your hands instinctively gripping the controller tighter. A small flush formed on your cheeks, but you desperately attempted to ignore the building pressure. You were top 50, you could win this!

Unaware of your thoughts, Tomura continued to rub his fingers between your lips, watching with amusement as you began to lubricate yourself, a slick noise beginning to echo through the room. Your thighs continued to squeeze his hand, your pants still hugging your thighs. Huffing with frustration, he decayed your pants, spreading your legs with his hands and settling himself between them. Lowering himself down, he used two of his fingers to spread your folds before letting a glob of spit fall onto your hole.

His fingers prodded your hole gently, before he lowered himself onto your pussy, a lewd slurping sound following after. His tongue lapped at your fluids, the warm fleshy walls twitching under his eager muscle. He heard your breathing become labored, moans slowly spilling from your mouth as your hips wiggled in pleasure. He grinned, his lips wrapping around your clit and gently rubbing it with his tongue, the bud throbbing with each stroke.

Your eyes could barely focus on the screen by now, your hands shaking around the controller as you struggled to maintain your composure. You painted softly, your character idly crouching behind a building as you took a few minutes to indulge in the pleasure. You could feel the familiar coil in your stomach beginning to form, your body beginning to twitch in anticipation.

He hummed around your pretty pussy, the acidic flavor of your arousal causing his chapped and split lips to sting, but he didn’t mind. His own hips began to desperately hump against the mattress, his cock straining and aching in his sweats. He could feel his cock leaking impatiently, his boxers already forming a damp spot where his cock pulsed.

When he finally couldn’t handle the building pressure of his groin, he pulled away from your cunt, watching your hole flutter against nothing before pulsing softly.

You sighed in relief and disappointment, your body trembling slightly as you forced your eyes to open again, attempting to focus on the screen as your orgasm slowly began to ebb away. Your grip on the controller came back, and your eyes glanced up at the amount of players remaining.

13 players. That meant 5 duos remaining, with only you remaining without a teammate.

Shuffling out of his clothes, he grunted in relief as the unbearable heat in his pants dissipated, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He hissed slightly as his rough and calloused hand began to slowly stroke himself, using the seemingly never ending stream of precum to lubricate his penis.

Once he was wet enough, he crawled on top of you, his arms caging you in as he buried his face in your hair. He took a deep breath, releasing a shuddering sigh as he rubbed his cock up and down your folds, bumping your clit with his cock and just barely teasing your entrance.

Your body tensed up as he began to hump you, a pleading whine escaping you as you complained.

“Don't do this Tomu, can you wait? Please? Holy shit I'm in the top 7!”

Your excitement was quickly shoved away in favor of a sudden feeling of fullness, a loud choked out moan escaping your lips as Tomura shoved his length deep inside your velvety walls. The controller nearly fell out of your hands as he began to shallowly thrust into you, your head falling forwards as a whimper left your lips. Using one of his hands to shoverd your hair to the other side of your shoulder, he left sloppy wet kisses along your neck, grunting as he spoke.

“Keep playing…if you don’t win I won't let you cum…”

His words sent a shiver of fear down your spine, your hands immediately readjusting their grip on the controller. You could feel his heavy balls brushing against your clit, occasionally rubbing against your puffy folds as he barely moved his hips against you.

This is fine. You could deal with this, surely. You just needed to take down 6 more people! You can do this! With a newfound vigor, you refocused your eyes on the game, your breathing shallow and shaky.

He grinned as he watched the character on the screen begin to move again, his hips slowly beginning to thrust against yours. He grunted in your ear, your ass jiggling with each snap of your hips, his public hair growing damp with your slick. His eyes lazily trailed up to watch you play, your shots barely landing against any of your opponents. He giggled softly in your ear, nipping at your earlobe as he murmured.

“You’re doing so good…fuck…”

You couldn’t tell if he was complimenting your game or your cunt, but at this point you couldn't be bothered to figure it out. You could barely play the game with the way his length bullied your insides, every thrust shaping your walls to his shape. The feeling was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help the mewls and moans that left your lips.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as your shield broke, your damage tanking as a rain of bullets hit your character. A string of curses that could be interpreted as a lengthy moan escaped your throat, your body beginning to bounce as Tomura’s pace began to speed up. His ragged breathing was brushing by your ear, grunting small praises as he felt your walls fluttering around his aching cock.

He looked down to where you both connected, a creamy ring of your fluids coating his cock. He moaned at the sight, his patience finally snapping as he began to brutally fuck his cock into your insides. The slapping of skin echoed in the room, drowning out the sounds of the controller clicking and the tv speakers. The tip of his cock began to throb, his entire body shaking as the warmth of your heat clouded his thinking. Between rough thrusts and moans, he growled into your ear.

“You better win before I cum, or else I’m leaving you here stuffed and unsatisfied…and don't even think about throwing the game either…”

His threats caused you to clench around him, the fear of not being able to orgasm made your body ache, instinctively trying to suck him deeper inside. You could hear his cruel giggles echoing in your mind, your eyes watering slightly. The game was nearly over, the storm shortening the arena until all remaining players were left exposed in the open area. You took advantage of what you could, your mind hazy as the line between the need to win and the urge to cum blurred.

You felt your body move on autopilot, your fingers moving over the triggers of the controller without thought, your character rushing into battle, your health depleting with each bullet that dug into your hitbox. Despite all this, the coil in your stomach seemed to grow tighter and tighter, your clit desperately throbbing with need as it bumped against the mattress in tune with Tomura’s thrusts.

You barely registered the glowing flash of the screen or the clattering noise the controller made as it fell to the floor. The slow motion imagery of your character killing its last opponent being the last thing you see before Tomura yanked your head to the side and smashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. Your eyes rolled back as he grasped your throat, using your body as a handle to fuck himself deeper into you, your hands dropping the controller.

You could barely think, all thoughts clouded by the unbearable urge to cum. Every vein, every curve and movement of his cock against your walls made you cry out in pleasure. He was no different, growling and huffing down your throat as his hips lost their rhythm, lost in the pleasure of your gushing heat.

You could feel his weight shifting against your back, and suddenly his cock was hitting the side of your insides. The new and sudden feeling had your toes curling, a guttural scream of delight escaping your throat as he just barely bumped against your g-spot, your eyes rolling back as a flash of colors invaded your vision.

Tomura swore loudly in your ear as he felt your heat finally convulse around him, your hips jerking into the mattress as you tried to simultaneously pull away and take him deeper. Your sweet moans, your intoxicating scent, your hot fucking pussy, it was all too much for him. He bit down on your neck as he reached his own orgasm, his seed filling your insides and coating your walls. 

Almost immediately after he had finished, he pulled out, ropes of cum shooting on your ass as he whined from overstimulation, the intense orgasm still rushing through him. As you both caught your breaths, he pressed his forehead against your shoulder, murmuring softly as he caressed your side.

“Fuck…I love you…that was great…” You responded with a soft whine, just barely tilting your head to press a kiss to his temple. It took you a moment to catch your breath, and when you did you finally responded

“Love you too Tomu…” The sound of your combined breathing was peaceful, the afterglow of your lovemaking made your body slump over in relief, a pleasure filled hum escaping your lips. After a few moments you curiously asked.

“...Were you serious when you said you wouldn’t let me cum if I didn't win?”

He grunted in acknowledgement of your question, taking a moment to think.

“No…I just didn’t want to lose my victory royale streak.”

“Are you serious?”

This is my second request! As you can see...I went a little overboard LOL! I'll be honest, as soon as I got this request, it hit me that I never wrote a staple oneshot of the TomuraFucker community...fucking while playing games...I'm a little disappointed in myself for making this AFAB instead of GN! but I hope its okay! I plan on writing a GN!Reader one soon of this same prompt, so stay tuned! ALSO IDK IF U CAN TELL BUT THIS IS MY LONGEST ONESHOT!! 2,037 WORDS! WOW! TY FOR REQUESTING!! I love writing yall's requests! Should I do post for rules / info on requests?