#yeah this game has fully grabbed me by the balls

[floralovebot]

i got the full fairy outfit UEUEUEUEUEUUEUE

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Cheater, Cheater

Not cheating in the romantic sense!!

luke castellan x reader

A/N: made for a request for brattamer Luke and I combined it with a spanking request from wattpad

WARNINGS: smut!!, brat taming, spanking, deepthroating, rough sex

WORD COUNT: 893 words

The way you taunt him makes him feral. When it comes to a game of capture the flag, you’re often on the opposing team of your boyfriend and you never fail to get his blood boiling.

“You can’t hold the goddamn flag behind your back. It has to be planted in the ground. You know that.” He growls, clearly frustrated.

“The flag seems to quite like being held by me. Almost like you do.” You say teasingly.

“Are you really gonna make me come take it from you?”

You giggle. “I’m much faster than you, Castellan. We both know that.”

“Put it in the ground and we’ll have a fair fight.” He stalks towards you slowly.

“Yeah, I don’t think I want to do that.” You say. Both of you know that Luke would beat you in a sword fight easily.

“Stop being such a brat and play by the rules.” He advances on you a bit more as you back up.

“Monsters don’t play by the rules. So I guess I’m giving you practice for real life!”

The more cheerful you are, the more pissed off your boyfriend gets as he draws his sword. Now is the time to run, and you were just about to when you hear the horn.

“Looks like we won!” You take one look at the murderous gaze in his eyes and run all the way back to camp.

~~~

Punishment was swift as it took less than 20 minutes after the game for Luke to have you on your knees in the supply shed.

“You wanna act up? Then you have to face the fucking consequences. Now suck.” He commands, gripping your hair harshly at the roots as he pushes your face towards his cock.

The petulant look drops off your face as you take him into your mouth, having to relax your jaw as he makes you deepthroat him instantly.

“That’s right. I know what you wanted. Someone likes a little rough treatment.” He coos as he starts to thrust in and out of your mouth.

You try not to gag as you take him fully, barely even having to suck as he takes control and fucks your throat. You gaze up at your cruel boyfriend with tears in your eyes but you both know this is exactly what you wanted.

He pulls you off him and you gasp for air, not realizing how depleted your lungs were of oxygen. You flinch a little when he cums on your face, not expecting the degrading action. He then uses his thumb to scrape it up and push it into your mouth. You suck every bit of it off as he looks down on you.

“Get up and bend over the table.” He commands and you’re quick to obey.

Your pants and underwear are yanked down as quickly as you can fathom but you don’t expect the harsh smack against your ass.

“Luke!” You scold, coming out of your obedient state for just a moment.

“We need to find some way to prevent you from being such a little cheat in the future.” He says as he spanks you again. You try to get up but he pushes you right back down and gives you an even harsher swat. “Don’t. Try. To. Escape.” He growls.

“But it hurts.” You whine, bringing a hand back to rub your sore bum

He grabs your hand and the other one before pinning your wrists to your back. His hand flies down a few more times, spanking until your ass is crimson.

“All that and you’re fucking soaked.” Luke says, rubbing two fingers through your slit. And he’s right, you’re dripping as your poor cunny clenches around nothing.

“Mmm… fuck me, Luke.” You beg.

“Is that what gets you off, baby? Getting your ass spanked?” He asks condescendingly as he rubs his cock through your folds, gathering up your slick.

“No, it doesn’t.” You protest and he laughs.

“Liar.” He murmurs as he shoves himself inside you, balls deep. “I’ve never seen you so turned on before.”

He sets a rough pace, fucking into so harshly that the table shakes.

“Oh gods…” You whine as he pounds you harder than he ever has before.

“You’re a good girl for me now, aren’t you?” He says as he pulls your head up by the hair so he can bring you in for a searing kiss.

He has you trembling beneath him as you clutch the edge of the table. He thrusts into you with such vigour that you see stars the moment he gives attention to your clit.

“It’s okay, baby. I know you wanna cum. I’ll let you.” His approval is all you need before your walls are spasming around him, trying to pull him in deeper.

He groans, giving a few more deep thrusts before the walls of your cunt milk him for all he’s worth.

“Mmm.” You breathe out as you feel the sticky substance oozing out of you once he pulls out.

Luke helps you up and brings you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head.

“Was that too much?” He asks tenderly, rubbing circles on your back.

“No, it was good.” You murmur into his chest.

“Are you sure because your legs are shaking.” He teases and you smack his chest.

“You’re such a dick.”

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[gamblersdoll]

Hii! How about the Shinuzagawa Brothers (SEPARATELY OFC!) having a breeding kink? Ik you talked a bit about them having it, but I love the way you write them!

-your lovely ⭐️ Anon!

hi baby! sanemi and genya having breeding kinks. (this is separate)

for sanemi, he basically knows why he has the kink to begin with— he wants a big family.

big families always crossed his mind when it came to you, he basically wants a litter (as you call it), but knows that youll only settle for maybe three.

but the thought of you big and round with what he knows is his kin, his seed and his child? it drives him hot, his skin clammy and him touching his cock only makes it worse.

his dicking gets a whole lot meaner when it all comes down to it, his growls and him pinning your knees behind your ears so he knows its all the way inside of you— he wants to test how effective your birth control is. “gonna make me a daddy, princess?” he laughs cruel, watching your eyes roll back and youve got overstimulation drool on the corner of your mouth. “yeah, you are, make me a daddy, mama.”

and he knows you want it too when you wrap your legs around his waist while hes close, his eyes blown out and drool on his own lips that drip onto your clit. “thats it, that good shit— right there!” and hes all comed out, balls drained and deflated. his only way of knowing it wont seep out is if you have a plug inside you, “time for the waiting game, pretty baby.”

he knows your birth control is strong, a mighty trooper, but the rush still makes him aroused.

as for genya? he doesnt know why he has the kink, doesnt necessarily want kids but maybe it his come dribbling out of you and the thought of potentially getting you knocked up was boner material.

he doesnt think, he just has you on your side to slip inside of you. “just tryin’ something new, yknow?” he whispers from behind your ears, a hand resting but holding your throat. “wanna make sure your mine.”

“genya, ive been yours.”

“your womb has yet,” he kisses, forcing your head into the pillows as he plows into all he can think of— you, you drive him crazy.

maybe tengen was right about you, you have good hips for a reason, he can only think about grabbing them constantly and licking up your back. it all clicks to him when he thinks about it: he wanted to fully claim you.

the thought of claiming your womb sexually makes his eyes roll, only for him to snap out of it and hes feral. you know hes on the brink of turning into a demon. “want you,” he growls, sticky saliva dripping onto you neck and your whining from the warmth. “all of it belongs to me!”

even when it was, he also wanted to experiment how possessive his army of seed was.

[kitten4sannie]

ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ɪɴ

ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ/ᴅᴀᴄʀʏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ ➠ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ

pairing: bf! yunho x fem! reader

genre: smut

summary: your boyfriend has a surprise for you.

w.c: 2.7k

warnings: hard dom! yunho, sub! reader, big dick yunnie, mc and yunho are both perverts here <3, sexting, brief implied voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation, yunnie wears a balaclava ^^ so mask kink!!, cnc roleplay, glove kink?? idk, name calling, pet names, praise, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, oral (giving/receiving), fingering, squirting, deep-throating, choking, breath play, throatpie

a/n: you can’t tell me that the guy in the banner doesn’t look like yunho hehe. so yeah this is one of my top fantasies and i almost lost my goddamn mind during the writing process >< enjoy my loves!!!

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ᴍᴀꜱᴄᴀʀᴀ ʙʏ ᴅᴇꜰᴛᴏɴᴇꜱ

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ᴘʀᴇᴠ | ꜰꜰꜰ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

After work one night, you found yourself coming home to a dark, empty house, not finding your boyfriend on the couch playing one of his favorite video games, which was unusual. The only thing that accompanied the silence was the occasional booming clap of thunder, millions of rain droplets hitting the roof of your house, flashes of lightning temporarily brightening up your living room through the sliding glass windows.

You took off your shoes and settled into the couch, turning on the TV to unwind. A few minutes passed, allowing you to fully relax, feeling your eyes grow heavy the longer you listened to the almost hypnotic sound of heavy rainfall. It wasn’t until your phone vibrated that you snapped out of it. You pulled your phone out of your pocket just in time to see the screen light up with a new message from your boyfriend. 

ɪ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ. ɢᴏᴛ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴜɴ ^^  ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ♡ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ♡

ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ.ᴘɴɢ

Yunho had sent you a photo of himself inside a stall at his workplace bathroom, his pants pooled around his hips, his belt splayed open, one of his hands pulling the lip of his boxers down enough so that he could comfortably hold his hard, heavy cock, clear drops of pre-cum visibly dripping down along the sizable vein that led from his reddened cockhead to his balls. 

Fuck. So much for falling asleep. Now, you were wired. And was Yunho referring to that surprise? If he was, then you had a lot to be looking forward to that night. 

The image of Yunho holding his leaking cock stuck inside your mind like glue as you sifted through your toy collection inside your bedroom, trying to find something that would satiate the ache you felt in between your legs. Before you knew it, you had managed to grab your favorite toy. “Gotcha, bitch,” you mused to yourself, pulling out the clone-a-cock your boyfriend had bought for you. He filled the mold himself and everything, awarding you with a thick, nine inch suction-cup replica of his cock that you could use to fuck yourself dumb with whenever he wasn’t around. And there was no time better than the present. 

Once you threw on one of Yunho’s oversized t-shirts and a simple pair of panties, you made your way back into the living room, dildo and lube in hand, and a big perverted smile on your face. You stuck the dildo directly onto the glass of the sliding door, gazing past the streaks of rain and staring at the trees and foliage that lined your backyard. You could’ve sworn you saw something shuffling around inside one of the bushes, squinting your eyes a bit more, when your phone vibrated again. 

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɴ? ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?

ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ.ᴍᴘ3

Instead of a still image, Yunho provided you with a ninety second clip of him spitting into his hand and vigorously jerking himself off inside the stall, panting harshly into the mic, groaning out, “Y/N, fuck, babyyy,” until his words morphed into small, staccato moans, his hand squeezing around his cockhead just as spurts of liquid shot out and landed on his phone, creating a milky film over the camera lens before the clip ended. 

It seemed like Yunho was trying to drive you insane on purpose. Was that video your surprise? What else did you have to look forward to? The anticipation of what was to come filled you with adrenaline, lust, and clear desperation, already finding yourself with two hands around the long dildo that was hanging off of the glass, lubing it up with the water based warming gel you had previously squirted into your hands. Without wasting another second, you positioned yourself on your knees away from the window and pulled your shorts to the side, before you pushed back onto the thick silicone cock, moaning out as it filled you up. 

You fucked yourself to your heart’s content, driving yourself back over and over again, wishing you were getting pounded by your boyfriend, knowing he would manipulate your body like a doll’s to get you in the positon he wanted to fuck your brains out in. It felt so good to get filled up, you almost forgot to return Yunho’s message with a video of your own, one that showcased the way your cunt swallowed the toy as you rammed yourself back onto it, your hooded eyes gazing at the camera, your mouth forming an ‘o’, Yunho’s name gracing your lips. You hit send and dropped your phone onto the carpet to concentrate on reaching your high. 

Just as you were about to cum, a sudden flash of white went across your dark living room, causing your heart to stop momentarily. Something inside you told you that it wasn’t just a sudden bout of lightning, though the logical side of you told you otherwise. Either way, the build up of your orgasm began to fade away, encouraging you to slide off of the dripping dildo and check your phone, realizing you got a text from Yunho. 

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴠɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜʀᴏ�� ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ♡

ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ.ᴘɴɢ 

Your heart skipped one too many beats as your trembling fingers opened the image, seeing a voyeur’s view of your solo sexcapades in action, the flash clearly on due to the bright reflection in the window inside the 4K photo. Was this the surprise Yunho was talking about? Was he outside all along, getting off on you pleasuring yourself with what was supposed to be his cock? 

It was then that you heard a soft knocking sound coming from the other side of the sliding door. Your eyes darted up, seeing the dark outline of a tall man standing on the opposite side of the glass, just a foot away from you. What was even more frighteningly arousing was that the man was faceless, wearing a balaclava to hide his identity. 

You screamed instinctively, dropping your phone, unable to get up from the floor from how shocked you were, especially once the glass door began to slide open, the sound of rainfall even louder than before, the cold night air sending a slew of chill bumps across your exposed flesh. 

“Surprise, baby, I’m breaking in,” Yunho said in a low, almost melodic tone, one that he only used when he was in a special headspace, one that you mutually enjoyed. “I’m tired of seeing you play with your pussy like that. I want in.” 

“Go away! G-get out of here!” you yelled out, playing the part, your pulse quickening as you reached for a throw pillow that was sitting on the couch and tossed it at Yunho, doing your best to get up and get away from him. 

You barely made it to the hallway when Yunho grabbed you by the hair and pushed your head and chest into the wall, pressing himself against your ass, allowing you to feel just how hard he was underneath his damp joggers. “I-i can feel how hard you are…It’s disgusting…” 

Yunho groaned at your mean words, slowly rubbing his cock against the curve of your ass, chuckling at the way you automatically arched your back. “Now, now. Don’t pretend you’re not soaking wet for me, little slut. Your little body’s just begging me to use it.” He squeezed your tits through your shirt, making you jolt. 

“No, don’t touch me there,” you whined pathetically, arching more into his touch. 

Yunho nuzzled his face into your neck, taking a deep inhale of your warm, flowery scent, letting out a low ‘mmm’ onto your skin. “But, baby, you’re just asking to be touched when you wear something this thin, you know? Just look at the way it’s showing off your cute little tits. Shows just how needy you are,” he mused huskily into your ear, reaching around your body to grope at your tits through your oversized t-shirt, rubbing your nipples in slow, teasing circles, occasionally squeezing them roughly, feeling them harden up underneath his gloved finger tips, eliciting an unmistakable moan from you. “Oh, that’s it, huh? Like it rough, baby?”  

“Sh-shut up…” you whispered, melting into him the longer he groped and pulled at your tits, feeling his cock throb periodically against your ass, his hands slowly moving down your abdomen to your hips, then down to your inner thighs, his fingers ghosting over your bare pussy through your sleep shorts. 

“Mm, you wouldn’t be showing off this cute little cunt of yours if you didn’t want someone like me to play with it, either. If you didn’t want to be violated like this…” Yunho continued, appearing to breathe a little harder than before, rubbing your clit up and down, your shorts so nonexistent that his fingers found your plump, wet folds, the both of you able to hear how slick you were. “Jesus, you’re so fucking wet, baby. You like that I’m taking what I want?” 

“N-no…” you lied in a soft, breathy voice, your cheek smushed against the wall from the way Yunho had you pinned against it, suddenly finding yourself being spun around so that you had to face the masked man, just as he slipped two long, gloved fingers into your cunt up to the knuckle, Yunho parting his lips just as you did, moaning along with you once he began to roughly finger-fuck you. 

“Oh, baby, you’re such a bad liar…I can feel your pretty cunt squeezing hard around my fingers…Must feel good to be filled like this after trying so hard to cum around a fake cock. You must be aching for the real thing, aren’t you, Y/N?” 

“P-pleaseee…stop…” It was when Yunho curled his thrusting fingers that you tossed your head back against the wall, your thighs squeezing together. Yunho forced his knee in between them to keep them open, causing more slick to drip down his veiny forearm and onto the wood floor below. 

“Aww, you’re so cute when you think you’re in control,” Yunho sighed out, slowly lowering himself to his knees, not ceasing the violent movement of his squelching fingers for even a second. Your garbled little ‘mm-hmm’ made Yunho chuckle, lifting the bottom of his balaclava to expose the lower half of his face, bringing his nose to your clit, bumping it lightly against it as he inhaled your scent, lapping up the heavy wetness that dripped down your slit. “Mm, is my dirty little slut going to cum on my face?” 

“Y-eesssss…” As soon as Yunho slipped a third finger inside your cunt and stretched you out, your eyes rolled back, your body jolting against the wall, a spray of arousal shooting out of you and coating the bottom of Yunho’s partially masked face. He caught your squirt on his lips and tongue, moaning just from tasting your abundant arousal. 

“Good girl, that’s such a good girl,” Yunho praised you breathily, slipping his fingers out of you and spreading you open with his thumbs instead, so that he could noisily slurp your juices down his parched throat. 

Whining, you held his head down, pulling the balaclava off in the process to see his flushed, pretty face in its entirety, his soaked hair clinging to his forehead. “Feels so good, Yunnie…” you sighed, completely blissed out, rubbing your cunt along his lips and tongue once he stuck it out. 

“A-aaaah, such a naughty girl,” Yunho said with his mouth full, tonguing your cunt the best he could, using his fingers to rub your stiff clit in harsh circles until another wave of clear liquid splashed onto his face, some of it dripping along his bobbing throat, drinking down your arousal like he needed it to live. “Fucking hell, baby, I’m so hard right now…”

“Give me your cock, Yunho. I need it right now. Please,” you begged your boyfriend, who was still leaving licks and kisses over your pulsing cunt. 

Yunho eventually stood up, giving his lips a good lick, bringing his hands up around your head, slowly pushing you down until you were on your knees before him, your head pressed into the wall. “I’ll give you my cock, baby…Give it to you nice and deep…” 

 You watched with wide eyes as Yunho lowered his joggers and pulled out his leaking cock, catching the heavy tip on your tongue when he slapped it down. “In my throat?” you whispered, reaching up to place your hands on his slender hips. 

“Good girl,” Yunho praised, patting you on the head, before clutching it tightly with one hand, rubbing his cockhead around your face and lips, leaving a taste of bitter pre-cum on your lips.  “Since I made you cum that hard, I deserve to fuck your tight little throat just as hard and leave you with a tummy full of cum, don’t I? It’s only fair.” 

“I don’t swallow,” you lied, shaking your head, delighted by the way Yunho opened your jaw with his free hand and force fed you his oversized cock until your mouth was fully stuffed. 

“You’re gonna learn to swallow today, little slut. Now take my cock,” Yunho chuckled darkly, creating a makeshift ponytail around his fist, before he expertly sent his hips forward, driving his heavy cock into your mouth and down your willing throat. 

You moaned and gurgled on his rapidly moving cock, your throat making a new, much more obscene sound the longer he drove your face into his pelvis, his pubic hair tickling the tip of your nose, tears forming inside your eyes. “Mmmnnnn…”

“Oh my god, are you crying just for me, princess?” Yunho suddenly groaned, his cock pulsing inside your bulging throat, tugging roughly at your hair, keeping you pinned against the wall, only allowing you to take exactly what he decided to give you, which, this time, was a brutal throat fuck. “Why are you crying, baby? Cuz’ my cock’s down your throat? Does it feel that good?” 

All you could was let out choked, muddled moans, your hands squeezing into Yunho’s moving hips, your mind positively blank, the only thing you could focus on in the moment was one of Yunho’s gloved hands expertly wrapping around your throat to diminish your airways, leaving you pleasantly dizzy, your eyes rolling upwards. 

“I know how much my pretty girl loves to be choked. Wanna choke on my cum next?” your boyfriend mused softly, in between pants, smiling fondly down at you, a few drops of either sweat or rain landing on your face below, rubbing your tears away from your watery eyes, smearing your mascara down your cheek bones until Yunho’s hips began to stutter, more thick globs of pre-cum leaking down your throat. “Fuck, here it comes, it’s all for you, baby…”

Just as you began to swallow the obscene load of cum down your throat, Yunho pinched your nose, leading you to look up at him, more tears escaping your eyes, beginning to choke. 

“You can do it, baby…Go on and swallow for me…” Yunho whispered under his breath, clearly getting off on the way you struggled to breath with his load pouring into your raw throat. 

With your heart and cunt pounding incessantly, you gulped down the rest of your boyfriend’s load without hesitation, a few coughs bubbling out of you once Yunho let you go. “Holy fuck…” you exhaled, your gravelly voice proof of how you had been used. 

“Was that everything you dreamed of, my love?” Yunho asked softly, taking his soiled gloves off to caress your cheek lovingly, idly pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah,” you replied instantly, nuzzling into his head, looking up at him with your big doe eyes. “Though…I need one more thing.” 

Yunho gave you a sweet smile, gently rubbing his thumb along your cheek. “What’s that, princess?” 

You pouted a bit. “Your cock. I wanna be fucked raw, Yunnie…” 

“I hear you, princess.” And with that, Yunho picked you up and hoisted you over his shoulder, making you squeak with delight, giving your ass a good squeeze on the way to your bedroom.  

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[shaunaswhore]

Picture You

Do you picture me, like I picture you?

Shauna Shipman x Reader Part I | to be continued.

Trigger Warnings: graphic mentions of injuries, puking, talks about cheating.

Word Count: 3,506 words

Synopsis: The reader and Shauna are in a secret relationship due to the fact that their New Jersey hometown, while liberal, isn't quite there yet when it comes to homosexual relationships. The reader is on the yearbook committee, and she gets to travel with the Yellowjackets to Seattle for Nationals.

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(Y/n) stood on the sideline, clutching her EOS 55 camera. She waited with baited breath, carefully taking shots. She didn't want to waste her film. She captured every perfect pass towards the winning goal that would send the Yellowjackets to Nationals in Seattle. (Y/n) captured the final moments of the game perfectly. The save from Taissa as Allie was overwhelmed by the opponents defense. Click, click. Taissa's smooth pass inside to Shauna. Click, click, click. Shauna's pass back to Taissa once she was in position, a practiced play. Click. Then, Taissa's flawless pass to Jackie, who headbutt the ball into the goal. Click, click.

The girls yelled in excitement over their win, launching themselves into each other at full speed. (Y/n) grinned, capturing them as they chanted 'Buzz, Buzz, Buzz,' jumping up and down with excitement. She lowered her camera when Shauna looked her way. She couldn't help the way her smile grew as she lowered the camera down to meet the girl's big brown eyes across the field. She allowed the camera to hang around her neck as she clapped with the rest of the crowd before cupping a hand to the side of her mouth, whooping out to the girls. But, mostly, to Shauna.

As the game's celebrations concluded, (Y/n) headed into the school building to turn her film in. She uses her own camera from Japan to take her photos and the school, begrudgingly supplies the film for her since she was their best and most active photographer. She wrote a note on a sticky note to whoever would be developing the film in the school's dark room on Monday morning, labeling it as the Yellowjacket's winning game. Little did she know, Monday would be the last article she would draft up for the school's paper. She replaced her film in the camera, grabbing the rest of her supply that was wrapped in rubberbands and a sticky note that read 'For School.' She had her own film for her own activities.

Clicking the camera's back into place, the feeling of two arms pulling her in from the waist startled her. She almost elbowed the offender until she processed fully who it was and leaned back. "You smell like sweat," she leaned her head up to look at Shauna with a cheeky smile. Her eyes lit up at the way Shauna rolled her eyes playfully, shaking her head. She always appreciated how the very quiet and slightly intimidating Shauna Shipman always seemed pretty relaxed around her.

"Yeah, I wonder why. It's not like I was just running on the field for an hour or two." She teased, hands falling to (Y/n)'s waist as she turned her girlfriend around in her arms. (Y/n) looked up at her, moving to her tiptoes to connect their lips after checking that nobody was passing the halls. They have been keeping their relationship a secret, given the social environment of New Jersey in 1996. While it's more liberal than other areas, it still wasn't safe. Especially given the particular social criticism that high school provides. Take Natalie Scattorccio, for example. Despite her being a cool and kind person, she has rumors attached to her that made her an outcast to their other classmates.

(Y/n) gave the girl a crooked grin when she pulled away, adjusting her camera bag shyly. "While you did definitely kill it out there, you should go get a shower." She stated playfully, but before Shauna could leave the room, (Y/n) grabbed her wrist, pulling her back gently. "Wait, this is for you." (Y/n) held up a cassette that Shauna could use for her tape deck. The backstrip of the cassette tape read 'For My Supernova' and it made Shauna grin a bit. Warmth settled over her chest when Shauna flipped it over seeing Supernova by Liz Phair was the first song on the self-made tape.

"You're such a dork." She muttered, cheeks a bit red as she slowly made her way to the door. In Shauna terms, that was an 'I love you.' (Y/n) knew that fact all too well as she leaned on the desk beside her with a little wave that Shauna returned. "I'm going to try to listen to this as soon as I get in the car. Let's just hope Jackie doesn't hijack my radio again." Shauna stated, as if she was exasperated by Jackie. In truth, (Y/n) knew Shauna loved her best friend more than anything, and that was okay because the same went for her and Mari.

(Y/n) exchanged her camera for her JVC GR-AX74U camcorder she brought everywhere. Like her camera, she had an abundance of backup batteries for the two. After she finished turning in her film, officially, and switching out her camera's battery for fresh ones, she headed to the locker room. As soon as Mari exited, (Y/n) started filming with a giant grin adorning her features. "Mari, Mari, over here," she acted like she was paparazzi and she was one of the Spice Girls. Mari loved the attention. Shauna, who walked out behind Mari with Jackie rolled her eyes slightly at the scene but said nothing. "How does it feel to know you are going to Nationals?" She questioned her best friend with a giant grin as they head for their cars.

Mari's eyes twinkled with delight as she answered, the Yellowjackets cheering at the word 'Nationals,' causing (Y/n) to pan over everyone, unable to stop herself from stopping at Shauna for a moment. "And, you, Shauna? I want your words. How do you feel about Nationals?" Shauna shook her head with a smile, covering up the camera's lens with a dorky smile falling over her lips, though she tried to hide from the team as Jackie answered for her. (Y/n) almost rolled her eyes at Jackie's interjection. That was Shauna's moment, once again swept away by Jackie-fucking-Taylor. (Y/n) closed her camera as they made their way outside the building. She sent a wink to Shauna, before getting into her 1987 Pontiac Sunbird, which was known to be just as important to (Y/n) as her cameras.

"Mari, if you don't hurry up, I'm not getting you dinner before dropping you off." (Y/n) said, having rolled down the window to see her best friend still talking to someone on the team. Mari rolled her eyes before yelling a quick 'I'm coming!' and getting in the car. "You take forever. You talk so much."

(Y/n) didn't actually care that Mari took so long though. It gave her time to see Shauna peel off with Jackie as she waits for her best friend. Unlike many of the varsity members, Mari is a junior, and just like Mari, (Y/n) was also a junior. That might have been what bonded them, in the long run. Being around all of the senior Yellowjackets with their strong egos, especially Taissa, it could feel a bit nerve-wracking. The two of them were already friends, and since (Y/n) hung out on the sidelines getting pictures, it was easy to talk to the second string players like Mari. The two of them were jamming to Bump n' Grind as they pulled up the Wendy's, grabbing a quick bite.

"So, what's going on between you and Shauna?" Mari asked with a little smirk, stirring a fry into her Frosty. This action made (Y/n) cringe since it should be absolutely criminal. "You're always staring at her with these lovesick eyes. I promise you can tell me, I'm not going to judge at all. I think you'd be cute with her. It's like… You're the sunshine and Shauna is the very intimidating, scary grumpy… storm?" To Mari's credit, she was trying. She was just doing a bad job.

Rolling her eyes slightly at her best friend's description, (Y/n) pulled out some of the soccer film she had saved that didn't go into last week's school paper. "She's actually pretty amazing." (Y/n) said with a soft smile, handing Mari some photos of herself before looking at the ones of Shauna. Her wide grin when they make a goal or win. Her concentration when they're working to get the ball down the field. (Y/n) has documented so much of the Yellowjackets the last two years, and she was a little sad to say this would be the last year for many of those on the team that makes them what they are. Mari smiled a bit at the light smile on her best friend's face before going through the pictures with her.

As Jackie's neighbor, (Y/n) was provided with an early morning opportunity to see Jackie's ride to school, AKA her girlfriend journaling. Jackie was never known to be on time, making Shauna wait often. Pulling up next to Shauna, she honked, She turned down Breakfast at Tiffany's a wide smile falling on her face when Shauna turned. The two of them rolling down their windows. "Waiting for Jackie?" She called over, causing Shauna to point to her house, just as Jeff was escaping through the roof. The two of them watched and (Y/n) shook her head. "Right… See you at school, Supernova." She winked, turning her music back up and rolling up her windows as Jeff passed by.

When the morning pep rally commenced, (Y/n) was letting another person take photos with the school's camera as she focused on recording. As the principal tried to get some claps for the boys baseball team, she had to hold back a snort, know they'd archive the footage. She was standing to the side, recording the assembly. This recording, for once, was on the school's lower budget camcorder, but (Y/n) was making it work. (Y/n) winced slightly at Misty's loud screaming at the Yellowjackets were called in as the New Jersey State Champions. Still, she kept her hand steady as the girls jogged in.

As they lined up and the mascot passed, (Y/n) and Arnold, the photographer, moved to the front to get some footage and shots. (Y/n)'s smile grew when she passed Shauna before recording on the opposite side of the gym- away from Misty's screaming. The mascot grabbed at the camera when it had 'flew' back over, causing (Y/n) to grimace slightly and almost fall back, trying to stay steady. When she caught herself, she saw on the camera the concerned look Shauna shot to her before giving the brunette a gentle nod that she was okay. It was little moments like that, when Shauna was looking at her from far away, that made (Y/n)'s heart soar.

It was something she held onto for the rest of the day as she attended the soccer practice. She was able to play it off like she was going to pick Mari up after, but she was secretly there to see Shauna. She was also getting some shots with the school's film and writing up her draft for the school paper, discussing the win. She was the one of a few people who found themselves scattered around the school when working on drafts as active reporters. She just had to turn in her paper in thirty minutes. Which wasn't hard saying as it was completed. She finished it Friday, she was just fixing it up.

She didn't noticed Shauna taking a minute to admire her on the bleachers as she flipped through the developed film, pairing it with her article. She, of course, picked the headbutt from Jackie and the group huddle before collecting the other photos, writing yearbook on it. She worked hard on the school's paper and the yearbook, it being a dual club. She notes on index cards for the players, categorizing their photos since they'd have a whole spread due to their tremendous win. Once she was done, she looked up, smiling when she met Shauna's eyes as drills began.

(Y/n) gave her a little wave, putting everything into the folders, paperclipped how they would go in the paper and the yearbook before heading inside to turn in her work. When she came back out towards the field, she could feel a certain shift in the atmosphere. Her eyes widened and her stomach churned as she saw Allie screaming with her bone sticking out of her leg. Misty tried to help but got shoved off and Mari was standing to the side with wide eyes.

"What happened to Allie?" (Y/n) asked, approaching Mari with her brows furrowed in concern. She was still trying not to throw up. "Dude, that looks fucking gnarly."

Mari shook her head, leaning over the trashcan to puke. (Y/n) rubbed her back gently and she finally tore her eyes off the girl, the other Yellowjackets telling her to breathe. "Taissa…" Mari swallowed thickly, thanking (Y/n) when she passed her water bottle over to her. "Taissa tripped her… On accident, I think." She stated, a little unsure of how accidental it might have been. (Y/n) shook her head when Mari tried to return the water bottle as an ambulance was arriving and the Yellowjackets were told to go into the locker room to change. (Y/n) guided Mari back, waiting for her outside, brows still furrowed over the scene that took place.

As (Y/n) was waiting, she saw Shauna and Jackie walk out, and she stood up quickly. "Hey, are you okay?" She realized she singled out Shauna and quickly cleared her throat. "I mean, both of you. Are you both okay? It looked… It looked kind of gruesome back there." She was still trying to wrap her head around it, sure that they were probably doing the same. After all, you could see Allie's bone and that was… a lot.

"Yeah, we're okay." Shauna was close to putting a hand on (Y/n)'s arm, but hesitated before grabbing the strap of her gym bag instead. Jackie seemed to have notice this small shift, glancing over at her best friend. Shauna looked up at (Y/n) in a way that let her know they'd talk later, on the phone, before leaving. When Mari finally came out, she took her to her house. For the rest of the week, there was a different vibe between the Yellowjackets, and it made (Y/n) feel a bit unsettled give the fact they were flying to Nationals that Saturday.

On Friday night, (Y/n) found herself getting ready for the party with Mari. She allowed Mari to pick out her outfit since she was still feeling badly about Allie, and she even let her put some make-up on her. When they made it to the party, Van was quick to thrust drinks into their hands with their bright grin. "Drink up," they said with a playful grin before going off to find the rest of the team. (Y/n) shook her head with a smile before spotting Shauna.

"I'll be back," (Y/n) said before telling Mari not to do anything stupid. She then quietly approached Shauna, leaning on the car with her. Shauna glanced over with a soft smile tugging on her lips. "Hey, Shauna," she greeted, pretending to play coy, making the girl laugh a bit and shake her head as (Y/n) dropped down an octave. "You're looking good tonight." She winked before going back to her normal voice. "Is this the 'boob dress' you were telling me you'd never wear? This just has Jackie's style written all over it. But… You do seem to pull it off very nicely, you know?"

Shauna let out a sigh and shook her head. "I feel stupid in this dress." She said, glancing over to her girlfriend, who did have slightly wandering eyes. She shoved her playfully. "Okay, a little less stupid with you looking at me like that." She was about to flirt with her when she realized where they were. The sounds of people chanting Randy's name caused them to turn around, only to see him chugging beer out of a keg from a tube. A smirk fell on his lips as he pointed to Shauna dedicating it to her, a 'sexy lady,' in Randy's words.

(Y/n) pursed her lips at that, shaking her head before shifting to fully face him. "It would've been cooler if you did it right. You're supposed to do a handstand, dipshit. Now, stop trying to pick up girls who are obviously too good for you." She stuck up her middle finger causing Shauna to laugh and grab it. (Y/N) looked up at her with a giant grin. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just weird how he's always trying to hit on you. Like, you're way too good for him. He's… He's Randy Walsh. And, you… You're Shauna Shipman, the prettiest girl to ever exist."

Shauna's cheeks darkened with a red hue as she crossed her arms, looking down, still holding onto (Y/n)'s hand that has lost it's middle finger and was holding onto her hand gently. "How much have you had to drink?" She questioned, making it obvious that she wasn't quite believing (Y/n)'s words. This made (Y/n) frown a bit as she shook her head, holding up the one drink. "Right, right…" Shauna teased, and before (Y/n) could defend herself, Shauna told her to give her a moment, retreating to Taissa's figure across the bonfire. The action made (Y/n) groan leaning back on the car with a sigh, Mari joining her once she saw Shauna was gone.

It wasn't soon after that (Y/n) and Mari heard yelling and everyone was surrounding the Yellowjackets, Jackie immediately moving to break it up. When she heard Jackie call for the Yellowjackets, she looked over at Mari. "Doesn't that include you now that you're on the first string now?" She questioned the girl beside her. Mari shook her head quickly. "Not looking to get yelled at by Jackie I see?" (Y/n) poked her best friend, eyeing Shauna as she passed by, clearly disgruntled by the whole mess. (Y/n) gave her a pathetic thumbs up before turning back to Mari.

"No, I do not, in fact, want to be lectured by Jackie. I have nothing to do with their crazy ass drama. I just got bumped up to first string, remember?" She questioned, causing (Y/n) to roll her eyes playfully because whatever happened to being a team. Though, she understood Mari not wanting to go over there anyways. Jackie could be a bit of a hard ass sometimes, a bit bossy. She has heard the way she talked to Shauna, she didn't doubt her leadership somehow was synonymous to how she runs her friendships. Though, she did also know that Jackie wasn't awful, that she could be a good, caring friend, too. "Honestly, this party blows. Let's just go to your house and drink the wine coolers we hid in your mini fridge before we left."

(Y/n) pushed herself off the car, agreeing because she didn't want to be at the party either. Not after watching Randy puke behind a tree, but failing to realize, it didn't cover him fully. "Yeah, let's go." She led Mari to her car. The two of them drove until they passed Jeff's car. "Is that Jeff's car? Did he take Shauna and Jackie home? Maybe they need help or one of the girls are sick and need some water." (Y/n) stated, pulling up behind him. She went to grab the water in the back before Mari stopped her. (Y/n) looked confused until she realized how the car was moving. Before she could drive off, she realized it was Shauna, parting ways with him before getting into the driver's seat.

Mari looked over at (Y/n) with worry, a hand falling to her arm. "Hey, maybe we should go." She said softly, (Y/n) frozen as tears welled up in her eyes. She gently nudged her friends arm, making her shake out of her stupor. "Let's go…" She whispered, having (Y/n) turn around before they were noticed. When they made it home (Y/n) cried into Mari's lap, no drunk on her mom's wine coolers. She just didn't understand what she could have done to have fucked up that badly. Why Shauna would cheat on her, and how long was this going on for? Mari held her friend close to her, trying to be there for her the best she could given what had just happened. They weren't expecting their night to involve catching (Y/n)'s girlfriend in the middle of fucking Jackie's boyfriend.

Maybe that's what made it all worse. The fact that, deep down. (Y/n) knew that the reason this all happened had something to do with Shauna's best friend, and nothing to do with her. As she downed the last wine cooler, she fell back in bed, falling into a fitful sleep.

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Matchmaker

You and Logan play matchmaker to help set Rogue up with Remy.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - married couple, cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

divider credit: @enchanthings

You knew the look of longing when you saw it, and today, it was written all over Rogue’s face as she stood at the large window, staring wistfully out at the courtyard. The guys were playing basketball, their shirts off, sweat gleaming in the afternoon sun.

"Admiring someone?" you teased, breaking the silence and causing Rogue to jump, her face flushing as if she’d been caught red-handed.

"N-No," she stammered at first, trying to recover her composure, but then she sighed heavily and glanced over at you. "Yeah, alright. I can’t help it when Remy has his shirt off." Her eyes flicked back to the window, her expression filled with the kind of quiet yearning you knew all too well.

You chuckled, joining her at the window. "Can’t say I blame you. I mean, look at him." You glanced outside just in time to see Remy make a flashy play, grinning like he owned the world as he jogged past Logan, who was giving him an unimpressed look.

"Then again..." you added with a playful smirk, your eyes wandering to your husband. Logan’s broad muscles flexed as he grabbed the ball, his hair a mess from sweat, a rough, effortless confidence radiating off of him. "Logan’s not so bad himself."

Rogue groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Please don’t mention Logan. It’s bad enough his out there shirtless too."

You laughed, nudging her playfully with your elbow. "Sorry." You paused, lowering your voice with a teasing smile. "Why don’t you do something about it?"

Rogue blushed even deeper, shaking her head. "I don’t know… Remy’s such a flirt. I can’t tell if he’s serious or if he’s just messing around. Even if he was serious, how would it even work with me?" She looked down at her gloved hands, her usual doubt creeping in.

You sighed, turning toward her fully. "You won’t know unless you give it a shot. Trust me, I think Remy’s a lot more serious about you than you realize. The guy can barely keep his eyes off you."

She bit her lip, still unsure. "I don’t know…"

A mischievous thought struck you, and you grinned. "You know," you said, crossing your arms, "Logan and I could help with this. Play a little matchmaker."

Rogue blinked at you, wide-eyed. "You’re serious?"

"Absolutely," you said with a nod, your grin widening. "Logan’s a little grumpy, but he’s got a good eye for people. Between the two of us, we could probably nudge Remy in the right direction."

Later that evening, after the basketball game had ended and Logan had showered, you caught him lounging on the couch, looking as relaxed as he ever did. His hair was still damp, and he had a cold beer in hand, eyes half-closed as if he was settling in for the evening.

"Hey, tough guy," you started casually, sitting down beside him and nudging his leg with your foot.

Logan cracked one eye open, looking over at you with a raised brow. "What’s up, darlin’?"

You gave him your best innocent smile. "You know Rogue’s been pining after Remy, right?"

He grunted, taking a sip of his beer. "I’m not blind."

"Well," you continued, trying to sound nonchalant, "I was thinking we could… help them out. Give ‘em a little push."

Logan raised an eyebrow, setting his beer down on the coffee table. "Help them out? How? By what? Playin' Cupid?"

You grinned. "Exactly."

Logan stared at you for a moment, completely unamused. "No."

"Oh, come on," you pressed, leaning in closer. "Rogue’s a sweetheart, and she deserves someone good in her life. You’ve got that big soft heart under all those layers of gruffness. You’d be a great matchmaker!"

Logan grumbled something under his breath, his expression hardening. "I ain't no matchmaker. That's your department."

"But you’ve got the perfect in," you insisted. "You and Remy play cards together all the time. You just have to, you know, mention how Rogue’s been asking about him. Or how you think they’d make a good couple."

He let out a deep sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. "You really think Gambit’s gonna listen to me ? The guy thinks he’s God’s gift to women. He doesn't need advice from some ‘old man,’ as he calls me."

You smirked. "I think you underestimate your influence, Logan. You have a lot of wisdom from being old—older. I mean you do act old sometimes."

Logan shot you a sideways glance, his lips twitching as if he was trying not to smile. "I don’t act old," he grumbled.

"Logan, you grumble about kids using their phones like it's the apocalypse," you teased, leaning into his side. "That’s classic ‘old man’ behavior."

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. Fine. But if Gambit gives me lip, I'm tellin' him to take a hike."

The next day, you found Logan standing with his arms crossed, watching as Remy effortlessly flicked a card through the air, showing off his usual flair. The two men were supposed to be preparing for a mission, but as usual, Remy seemed more interested in flirting with everything that moved—including the wind.

"You got somethin' on your mind, mon ami ?" Remy asked with a cocky grin, spinning the card between his fingers.

Logan grunted, clearly uncomfortable. "Just wonderin’ what’s goin' on with you and Rogue."

Remy raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the wall. "Oh? You keepin’ tabs on my love life now, old man?"

Logan bristled. "I ain’t keepin' tabs on nothin'. Just sayin'... you and Rogue. Might be worth... y’know, takin' seriously."

Remy’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Logan, you tryin' to give me relationship advice? That's rich. What next? You gonna tell me how to impress a lady with charm and sophistication?"

Logan rolled his eyes, fighting the urge to tell Remy exactly where he could shove his charm. "I'm serious, Gambit. Rogue ain't like the others. If you're gonna go after her, do it right."

Remy looked surprised, his usual swagger faltering for a moment. "You really think...?"

Logan gave him a pointed look. "Yeah. I do. Don’t mess it up."

Remy smirked, finally sensing the sincerity beneath Logan’s gruff exterior. "Well, since you’re takin' such an interest, maybe I’ll see where things go."

That evening, you couldn’t stop laughing when Logan relayed the conversation to you, his exasperation clear as he retold how Remy had called him old man at least three times. "Kid’s got a death wish, I swear," Logan muttered, shaking his head.

"But you did it," you said, grinning as you curled up beside him on the couch. "You planted the idea in Remy’s mind."

Logan looked at you, narrowing his eyes. "I ain't doin' it again, though. You want more matchmaking, that’s on you."

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Don’t worry, you’ve done your part. Now we just sit back and watch the magic happen."

Logan chuckled softly, pulling you closer with a sigh. "Fine. But if they start gettin' sappy in front of me, I’m blamin' you."

"Deal," you said, laughing into his shoulder.

The next day, you found Rogue sitting by herself on the mansion’s front steps, a deep frown creasing her brow as she picked absentmindedly at the hem of her gloves. You knew that look—Rogue was stuck in her own head, probably overthinking things when it came to Remy.

You sat down beside her, nudging her gently with your shoulder. "So, I talked to Logan," you began, keeping your voice light. "And he, very begrudgingly, brought up the idea of you and Remy to him."

Rogue’s eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing. "Wait—he did ?"

"Yup," you said with a grin. "Apparently, Remy didn’t brush it off like I thought he would. In fact, he seemed… curious."

Rogue fidgeted with her gloves, her gaze dropping to her hands. "I dunno," she mumbled. "Even if he’s curious, I don’t know how to make a move. It’s not like I can just... y’know, kiss him."

You nodded, understanding the hesitation. "True, but there are other ways to show someone you’re interested." You leaned in conspiratorially, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "You could always flirt. A little playful banter goes a long way."

Rogue blinked at you, clearly skeptical. "You want me to flirt with Remy? He’s, like, the king of flirting. How am I supposed to keep up?"

"Trust me," you said, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. "Guys like Remy may flirt with everyone, but it’s different when it’s someone they actually care about. He’s not going to brush you off. And, besides, you have an ace up your sleeve—Logan and I are here to help."

Rogue tilted her head, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Help? What are you plannin’?"

You grinned, leaning closer. "I’ll give you some pointers on how to flirt."

Later that evening, after much convincing, you managed to rope Logan into your plan. The two of you were hidden behind one of the large hedges in the mansion’s garden, peering out like a couple of high school kids on a covert mission. Logan, who was still skeptical about the whole operation, stood with his arms crossed, grumbling under his breath about "ridiculous ideas" and "not how I planned to spend my night."

You, however, were having the time of your life.

"Alright, where are they?" you whispered, peeking through the leaves, your excitement barely contained.

Logan sighed, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and annoyance. "You’re enjoyin’ this way too much," he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched into the faintest of smiles.

"Shh," you hissed playfully, swatting at him. "Look, there they are!"

Sure enough, across the garden, you spotted Rogue and Remy standing near one of the benches, the glow from the mansion’s windows casting a soft light over them. Remy, as usual, was wearing that charming grin of his, leaning casually against the back of the bench as he talked, his body language open and relaxed. Rogue, to her credit, looked composed, though you could tell from the way she kept shifting her weight that she was nervous.

"Look at her," you whispered to Logan, nudging him. "She’s holding her own. I knew she could do it."

Logan glanced over, his arms still crossed. "She’s doin' fine," he agreed, though his tone was more thoughtful than teasing now. "But if that Cajun tries anything, I’m gonna—"

"Logan," you said, giving him a pointed look. "Relax. This is supposed to be fun."

Logan grunted, his eyes narrowing as he watched Remy lean in slightly closer to Rogue. "Fun for who? You or me?"

Before you could respond, you saw Rogue do something unexpected. She laughed—genuinely—and then gave Remy a light shove on the shoulder, a playful grin on her face. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

"See?" you whispered excitedly. "She’s flirting! They’re flirting! This is going well."

Logan shifted beside you, watching the interaction with a critical eye. "Guess it ain’t goin’ bad," he muttered, though you could tell he was secretly pleased.

As the two of you continued your covert surveillance, you saw Remy pull something out of his jacket. A small, red playing card—his signature move. He handed it to Rogue, saying something that made her laugh again, this time a bit more shyly. You could see the way her face softened, her usual guarded expression slipping just enough to let her true feelings show.

Logan huffed quietly, shaking his head. "Gambit and his damn cards."

You smirked, nudging him again. "You’re jealous that you didn’t think of something cool like that first, aren’t you?"

Logan shot you a look. "Jealous? Of Remy ?" He scoffed, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Please. The last thing I’d do is pull some magic trick to impress you."

"Yeah?" you teased, leaning closer to him. "What would you do to impress me then?"

Logan paused for a moment, his eyes flicking toward you, that familiar mischievous glint in them. "I’d do somethin' simple," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Like carry you upstairs without breakin' a sweat."

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, your grin widening. "Well, that does work every time."

Before you could get too lost in the moment, Rogue and Remy suddenly stood up from the bench, starting to walk back toward the mansion. Rogue’s face was flushed, and Remy looked more relaxed than usual, his usual swagger dialed down to something more genuine.

"Oh no," you whispered, tugging on Logan’s sleeve. "They’re heading this way. Let’s go!"

Logan rolled his eyes but followed your lead as you both hurried to duck behind the hedge more securely. You pressed a hand over your mouth, stifling your giggles as you crouched down beside him, feeling more like a teenager than an adult.

As Rogue and Remy passed by, you overheard a snippet of their conversation.

"So, Rogue," Remy said, his voice smooth as ever. "You wanna grab coffee tomorrow? I know a place."

You saw Rogue’s lips curve into a soft smile. "Yeah," she said, her voice almost shy. "I’d like that."

Once they were out of earshot, you couldn’t contain yourself any longer. You turned to Logan, grinning ear to ear. "Did you hear that? She’s going for coffee with him!"

Logan, still crouched beside you, shook his head in disbelief, though there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, I heard."

"Mission accomplished," you whispered triumphantly, beaming at him.

Logan looked at you, his eyes softening as he stood up, offering you his hand to pull you up from the crouched position. "You’re somethin' else, you know that?"

You grinned, taking his hand and letting him pull you up to your feet. "You helped too," you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you close.

"Yeah, well," he muttered, leaning down to kiss you, his lips brushing softly against yours. "This was all your crazy idea."

You smiled against his lips, feeling the warmth of his embrace as you murmured, "Crazy, but it worked."

Logan chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. "Guess I can’t argue with that."

The two of you stood there, hidden away in the shadows of the garden, watching the spark of something new unfold between Rogue and Remy, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Sure, it had been a bit ridiculous—spying on them like kids—but sometimes, a little ridiculousness was exactly what was needed to help love along.

[nebulaafterdark]

Champagne Problems

Warning: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Oral (M & F receiving), rough-ish sex on the kitchen table. Set in the Moves & Countermoves universe.

Y/N is finishing up the dishes, from breakfast, when she hears the front door open. Haymitch has returned from dropping off the children at their grandfather’s office, for the afternoon.

She dries off her hands, laying the towel on the counter. Haymitch is already at the kitchen table, “for you.” A random assortment of flowers from the hob. “For me,” he produces two bottles of clear liquor.

Y/N smiles, reaching for her gift. “Thank you.” She inhales the scent deeply, before pulling out a vase from the cupboard beneath the sink.

“You’re welcome.” He takes a seat, “can you pass me a glass.” He’s been off, the past couple days. The nightmares are worse than they’ve been since they were young and he gave up sleeping with the knife under his pillow.

“Yeah,” Y/N grabs a clean one, from the drying rack. Waiting until he takes it to situate her flowers, placing the vase near the windowsill.

“What?” Haymitch quirks a brow. He knows that look, the wheels are turning.

“How long’s it been since I sucked you off in here?”

Haymitch puffs out a breath, “in this room, specifically? Been a long time.”

“Can I fix that?”

He slams his cup down on the table, “if I ever say no to that, go ahead and put me out of my misery. But first, you gotta tell me why.” It’s not an anniversary, or a birthday, no special occasion.

“I want to,” Y/N lifts a shoulder. Dropping to her knees in front of his chair, in her light pink sundress.

Haymitch cups her cheek while she works open his pants. Shimmying them down, along with his boxers, past his knees.

His cock is halfway hard already, just at the sight.

Y/N flips up the bottom of his shirt, pressing a sweet kiss to his lower abdomen. The scar from his games has faded with time, but still visible beneath the dusting of light hair leading down to his manhood.

When her lips rest against the head of his cock, he’s hard, twitching. She takes him into her mouth, fingers wrapped around the base, where she can’t reach.

She doesn’t like her throat fucked. They tried it once, just to see. The big fat tears that rolled from the corner of her eyes made Haymitch realize he didn’t like it either. No matter how pretty she looked, stuffed full of him.

Y/N knows better now, the veins and ridges, how sensitive he is near the head.

Haymitch curses loudly when her tongue sweeps over the slit, already leaking precum.

She hums, rolling her lips down his shaft once more. Loving the way he massages the back of her scalp as he moves her over him. Her eyes turn up to him and if he hadn’t been sitting down, he might’ve fallen.

Somehow he is always falling for her. Endlessly falling, sinking and settling, because she knows him. Sometimes better than he’d like to admit, better than he knows himself.

She picks up pace with his breathing, closing her mouth around him tighter.

“Angel,” he warns, tapping at her cheek. “M’close.”

Y/N pets his thigh, drawing attention there to give him a thumbs up. Fire away.

“One of these days…” he growls, that same hand moves to his balls, cupping him, rolling them gently. You’re going to kill me. He cums, hard. Shooting thick ropes across her tongue.

She swallows, giving him one last, cruel, pull of her mouth. Before he pushes her away, too sensitive as she attempts to work his softening length back to life. Y/N pops off with a wicked grin.

“Come here.”

Y/N pushes to her feet, standing before him as he sits, fully dressed from the waist up. He holds her gaze, his hands creeping up her legs, dragging her panties down to the floor. Then standing to meet her, with a single kiss, her ass lands against the table and he sits her there.

“Lie back.”

His wife smirks, reclining onto her elbows. Watching him intently as she opens her legs.

Haymitch flips up the hem of her dress, groaning at the sight of her glistening, just for him. He slips two fingers into her without warning.

“Ahh.” She chokes out.

“You’re alright.” He continues to stretch her, knowing she can take it. Dragging her heels up to rest at the edge of the table.

“I like it.” She breathes, that feeling, the slight burn, the stretch. “I like it when you make me yours.”

“Are you mine?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.” He curls his fingers upward and her hips chase them.

“I’m yours.” She grabs for his hand, reaching for her careful composure, reaching for control.

He stills her with his free hand, kissing her palm before easing it back to her side. “You’re mine, be good for me.” With that he lowers his head between her thighs.

“Fuck.” She whines as his thumbs part her, nudging back the hood of her clit. He flicks his tongue over the exposed bundle of nerves.

Yeah angel, we’ll get there.

Y/N bucks against his mouth with abandon, feeling him smile against her. “Haymitch.”

“Yes, you spoiled thing? Isn’t this what you wanted?” He murmurs, pressing kisses to her trembling thigh, “you like it a little mean sometimes.” Haymitch pushes firmly at her lower belly, bullying the spot inside her which sets her ablaze. “I do too.” A third finger slides in, hooking upward.

It’s too much, it’s not enough. “Yes.”

“Go ahead and cry for me.” Haymitch sucks her clit back into his mouth.

She does, sobbing, cumming, breaking apart; molten liquid flooding the expanse of Haymitch’s hand. He laps at her greedily, even as she shoves at his head. So good it hurts but she doesn’t really want him to stop. The shoving turns to harsh strokes of his hair.

He can tell she means to be gentle, because she loves him. She tells him so, spurring him on. But there are some things in life that cannot be gentle, even in love. They are too hard, too broken, all these years after the games.

He wishes she’d rut harder against him, break his damn nose with her pretty cunt, if that’s what it takes. Yank his hair out at the root and hold him there. But no. She won’t.

Haymitch buries his tongue in her pulsing walls as she finds release a second time. Y/N tastes like heaven, the sweet tang he knows so well. When he’s had his fill, he kisses and nips his way back to her mouth.

She sighs against his lips, giddy in the wake of euphoria.

“You wanna turn over for me?” He murmurs, stroking his thumb over her flushed cheek.

“Yeah?” She nuzzles his nose.

He pulls himself away so she can move. Face down on their kitchen table, legs parted, planted firmly on the floor. Her pretty pink sundress bunched up around her hips.

Haymitch wastes no time sliding himself into her heat, she’s dripping and clenches him so tight. He is home.

“Haymitch!” She rests her forehead against the table.

“Fuck, angel.” He holds her firmly in place, snapping his hips faster.

He’s fucking her too good, too hard, too deep and it makes her feel. She is crying again.

“Do you need to stop?” Haymitch breathes. Her tears used to bother him, stop him dead in his tracks. He understands her better now, crying is cathartic and sometimes she craves that release.

“No.” It’s pathetic and she hates the way her voice sounds.

He leans forward, pressing kisses into her spine. Haymitch wishes he could explain it, how it feels to be stuck in his head. Why this is the only form of closeness he can offer, until he is himself again.

Her fingers scrape the table, searching for purchase, something to hold onto as he takes her apart.

“Give me your hand, baby.” Let me hold your hand.

One hand reaches behind her, finding his, twining against her lower back while he fucks her.

I love you so much. More than sleeping til noon or homemade fudge. I love you more than booze or the numbness it brings. I love you more than anything.

She squeezes his fingers because she knows.

“Need you to cum with me.”

Y/N nods, his fingers find her clit, rubbing in tight circles and she is a goner. Spasming around his cock and it’s all he needs. Spending himself in her warmth, finding a moment’s peace there.

“Thank you, I needed that.” Haymitch pants bending forward to rest his cheek against hers.

“My pleasure.” Y/N lets out a laugh when he withdraws. Situating her dress as he moves away. “Do you wanna talk?”

“It’s not you. I want you and I love you.” Haymitch turns her to face him.

Y/N nods, on shaky legs.

He rains kisses over her face. Little pecks to remind her how important she is, how special she is. “I’ll be upstairs if you need me.”

[dullgecko]

Ehh this might be ehh but like it popped into my head and won't leave, like Fabian and riz are dating and like yeah sometimes make out if riz is up for it mostly in Fabian room where they won't be like walked in on and at least once one of the other bad kids I wanna say fig or Kirsten burst in to tell Fabian something and for one neither of the boy are paying attention so it startles them a riz just stealths and once he realizes it's just one of the girls he refuses to come out till his blush goes away the girls aren't helping with that thou

"HaHA! Get DUNKED on, The Ball." Fabian laughed, lifting his hands in victory in an imitation of his little pixilated character on the crystal-game screen before leaning back comfortably on his beanbag chair. The goblin to his left making an exaspirated noise but the fond look he gave the fighter betrayed the fact that he wasn't all that annoyed.

"Look, I'm going to blame the fact that my hands are sore today and leave it at that." Riz put his controller down so he could pull off his compression gloves and massage at his aching fingers, kneading at the thick scars running across his hands in an effort to loosen them up slightly after an hour of playing games in Fabians room.

"No excuses, you lost so it's time to pay up." Fabian tapped at his cheek, hinting for the kiss he'd been promised if he won their little two-person tournament.

"I have the sneaking suspicion I've been tricked and that you've been practicing while I wasn't here." Riz heaved himself to his feet, only slightly taller than the half elf while standing even though Fabian was sitting on the floor.

He had to lean down slighly to press a kiss to Fabians cheek, hands resting on his shoulders for balance as he did so. His tail slowly swishing from side to side behind himself in a way that made Fabian want to grab and play with it.

"No, never." Fabian lied, holding onto the goblins hips even as Riz pressed another kiss to the corner of his lips and leaned more heavily against him. "I'm just naturally excellent at it."

"Right, the fact that the save file I saw on the main screen has twelve more hours on it than the last time I was over is a coincidence." Riz pressed their lips together properly, successfully cutting off Fabians counter argument as he leaned his weight fully against him. Pushing him further back into the beanbag chair and purring quietly.

Riz wasn't often keen for so much physical intimacy but he found himself in a bit of a mood today, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and flicking his tongue out to press into the other boys mouth. Growling encouragingly when Fabian ran a hand along the base of his tail in a way that made him shiver and buck forwards. He reached a hand up and massaged along the half elfs ear in retaliation, Fabian groaning into his mouth and rubbing harder at the goblins tail.

He wanted to go further, would have gone further if there wasn't a loud click of a camera shutter and a sudden flash from directly behind Fabian. The rogue jerking away from him as his ears perked up high in surprise, iris retracting down to thin slits in the microsecond Fabian could still see him before he was suddenly gone. Misty stepping away into some hidden corner of the room leaving Fabian confused, goblin-less, and maybe just a little keyed up in a way that made him have to readjust the front-tail of his belt to hide himself.

"Wh-?"

"Okay, you two are adorable but you should really lock your door if you're getting all hot and heavy in here." Fig teased, leaning over Fabain so he could see her when he flopped his head back against the beanbag chair to see what had startled his rogue so much.

"Oh for fucks sake." Fabian sighed, rubing his hands over his face and taking a deep, calming breath. "For starters, you should knock before barging into someones room. Secondly look what you did. You've made him pull his disappearing act on me."

Fabain glanced around the room, not seeing any place in particular he thought Riz would have bolted to. "Riz it's just Fig. You can come out."

"No." A quiet voice answered from somewhere over near Fabians computer desk, earning a snicker from Fig which just made the shadow-y corner hiss back in response.

[lifeofpriya]

Romance in The Hamptons - Alexis Lafrenière imagine

[gif credit goes to @alexislafreniere]

author's note: this is my submission for @wyattjohnston's summer 2k24 fic exchange, and i had the amazing pleasure of writing for @wildrangers! a quick shoutout to @2manytabsopen for helping me with Laf's characterization -- love you, bestie 🫶🏼. but yeah, i hope y'all enjoy the fic!

summary: summertime in The Hamptons leads to a budding romance...

wc: 3,028 words

"I still can't believe you managed to find us such a swanky rental," you giggled at your friend, Jamie, as you stepped into the luxury house that was nestled away in The Hamptons. The walls were painted in a cool, beachy white, and the smell of freshly cut grass and lemon cleaner filled the space. The floorboards groaned slightly underfoot, echoing the promise of lazy days and wild nights ahead.

Jamie shot you a knowing smile. "What can I say? Sometimes, being a travel agent has its perks." The house was indeed a steal for the season, boasting an expansive backyard that led directly to the beach, a hot tub that was already bubbling invitingly, and a fully stocked kitchen that made you want to throw a dinner party every night.

You set down your bags and took a moment to appreciate the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. The sun was setting over the ocean, casting a warm, golden glow across the waves. The horizon looked like a canvas painted with a watercolor wash of pinks and oranges. You felt a gentle breeze waft in, carrying the salty scent of the sea. It was the perfect escape from the stifling city heat.

"Let's grab some drinks and hit the beach," Jamie suggested, tossing you a beach towel. You nodded eagerly, feeling the excitement of the vacation bubble up inside you. The two of you walked out the back door and down the short wooden staircase to the sand. The grains felt warm and soft underfoot as you laid your towel on the sand and pulled out a novel you'd been dying to read. The waves rolled in, a rhythmic soundtrack to the quiet evening that was quickly filling with the distant laughter of other vacationers.

As you settled in, you could hear the faint sounds of laughter and a beach ball bouncing in the distance. You glanced over to see a group of people playing beach volleyball, their shadows stretching long across the sand.

Shrugging your shoulders, you diverted your attention back to your novel, eager to dive into the story between the pages. Well, all was going well until you heard someone yell out, "Heads up!"

You looked up just in time to see a beach ball flying towards you. Instinctively, you reached out and caught it, feeling the rough texture and coolness against your palms.

You turned to see who had thrown it, and that's when you saw him: Alexis Lafreniere. He was jogging over, a sheepish grin on his face, with a group of friends in tow. "Sorry about that," he said, his French-Canadian accent making your heart skip a beat. "Are you okay?”

You felt your cheeks flush as you nodded, holding onto the beach ball. "Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, trying to sound calmer than you felt.

Alexis looked relieved and chuckled. "Good catch," he said, closing the distance between you. His eyes were a warm brown, and his brown hair was a wild mess from the wind. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Alexis.”

You took his hand, feeling the firm grip and the warmth that radiated from his skin. "Nice to meet you," you said, your voice a tad shakier than you'd have liked. "I'm…" But before you could say your name, one of his friends called out, "Laf, come on! We need you back!”

With an apologetic look, Alexis took the beach ball from you. "I'd love to chat more, but we're in the middle of a game. Maybe I'll catch you around?" He didn't wait for your response before he turned and sprinted back to the volleyball match.

You watched him go, his athletic build moving with ease across the sand. As the game resumed, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he didn't ask for your name. You shrugged it off, telling yourself it was probably for the best.

The days in the Hamptons passed in a blur of sunscreen, salt water, and late-night bonfires. You and Jamie had made a pact to enjoy every moment, and you both stuck to it. The group playing beach volleyball every evening grew familiar, their laughter a comforting background to your own adventures. But Alexis remained elusive, always disappearing before you had the chance to approach him again.

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One sun-kissed afternoon, you found yourself at the local ice cream shop, the bell jingling as you stepped inside. The walls were adorned with vintage posters of surfers and sailboats, and the smell of fresh waffle cones filled the air. You scanned the flavors, feeling the anticipation of choosing the perfect one to cool off with. That's when you heard it again - that accent. You turned around to see Alexis standing behind you, a sheepish look on his face as he realized you'd caught him.

"Hey," he said, running a hand through his hair. "It's you. From the beach. With the good catch." His smile was as warm as the day outside, and you felt your heart do a little flip. "I've been hoping to run into you again.”

You couldn't help but return the smile. "Well, you found me," you said, trying to play it cool. "What brings you here?”

Alexis shrugged. "Just needed a break from the heat. You know, the usual." His eyes searched yours, looking for something unspoken. "I've seen you around the beach, but I never got the chance to talk. I've been wanting to apologize for that. I'm usually not so… abrupt.”

You laughed it off, feeling a flutter in your chest. "It's fine. I've been pretty busy enjoying the sun and the waves." You paused, then took a risk. "So, are you staying in the area for long?"

Alexis nodded. "Yeah, l've got a place here for the summer. I try to get out of the city as much as I can." His eyes searched yours for a moment, and you felt a spark of curiosity. He was famous, but here, he was just a guy trying to escape the heat with an ice cream cone.

"What about you?" he asked, breaking the silence. "What brings you to the Hamptons?" You leaned against the counter, feeling the coolness of the marble seep through your shirt.

"Just a summer vacation with my bestie," you replied, gesturing towards Jamie, who was chatting with the cashier. "We wanted to get out of the city and enjoy some beach time.”

Alexis nodded, his gaze lingering on you before looking away. "It's a great place for that," he said, his eyes scanning the ice cream flavors. "So, what's your go-to?”

You pointed to the mint chocolate chip. "Can't go wrong with that," you said with a grin.

Alexis nodded thoughtfully. "Good choice. I'l have the same," he told the cashier, then turned back to you. "Would you like to sit outside?" He gestured to the small patio with a few tables scattered under an umbrella.

You felt a rush of excitement. "Sure," you said, trying to keep your cool. As you stepped outside, the warm sun kissed your skin, and you found yourself hoping it wasn't about to turn into a sweaty mess. Alexis pulled out a chair for you, and you sat down, watching as he did the same.

You both licked at your mint chocolate chip cones, the sweetness a stark contrast to the salty ocean air.

"So, are you guys here for the whole summer?" Alexis asked, breaking the ice between you.

You took a bite of your ice cream, the mint and chocolate a delightful blend on your tongue.

"We're here for a couple of weeks," you replied, hoping you didn't sound too eager. "It's our annual escape from reality.”

Alexis laughed, a deep, rich sound that made you want to lean closer. "I get that," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's nice to just… be, you know?”

You nodded, feeling the beginnings of a connection. "Yeah, I do," you said, your voice a little softer than you intended.

Alexis's eyes searched yours, and for a moment, it was as if the rest of the world had disappeared. "You guys should come to our beach party tonight," he said, his voice low and inviting. "It's nothing crazy, just some friends and a bonfire.”

Your heart raced, and you felt a jolt of excitement. "That sounds amazing," you replied, trying to keep the eagerness from your voice. "What time?”

Alexis leaned back in his chair, his eyes still locked on yours. "It starts around eight. Just follow the sound of the music and the smell of the bonfire. It's not hard to miss." He took a bite of his ice cream, the chocolate chips glinting in the sun.

You couldn't believe your luck. "We'll definitely be there," you said, trying to keep the excitement from spilling over.

Alexis nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Great," he said. "I'l make sure to save you a spot by the fire.”

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of excitement and preparation. You and Jamie spent hours picking out the perfect outfits and getting ready for the night ahead. The anticipation was palpable, a mix of nerves and excitement that had you checking the time on your phone every few minutes.

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Finally, the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the sky in a tapestry of oranges and purples. You and Jamie made your way down to the beach, the sound of the waves and distant laughter growing louder with each step. As you approached the bonfire, you could see the flickering flames and the silhouettes of people dancing around it. The smell of roasting marshmallows and woodsmoke filled the air, making your stomach rumble.

Alexis spotted you before you saw him, waving from the edge of the light. He was dressed casually in board shorts and a white t-shirt, his feet buried in the sand. You felt a flutter in your chest as he made his way over, his smile growing wider as he approached. "You came," he said, his eyes lighting up.

You nodded, feeling the heat from the bonfire warming your face. "We couldn't miss it," you replied, trying to sound casual.

Alexis took your hand, leading you through the crowd to a spot he'd reserved. "I'm so happy you're here," he said, his voice sincere. The warmth of his hand sent a thrill down your spine, and you couldn't help but squeeze his fingers gently in return.

The party was in full swing, with music playing from a portable speaker and people of all ages mingling around the fire. You recognized some of the faces from the beach volleyball games, but there were plenty of new faces too. The atmosphere was relaxed and friendly, the kind of gathering that made you feel like you'd been coming here for years.

Alexis introduced you to his friends, who were all welcoming and curious about the newcomer. You chatted and laughed, sharing stories of past summers and the thrill of escaping the city. The fire crackled and popped, casting a warm glow over everyone's faces. As the night grew darker, the stars began to appear, twinkling like diamonds scattered across a velvet sky.

You watched as Alexis interacted with his friends, his ease and charm evident in every gesture and word. When he turned to you, his eyes held a warmth that made you feel seen and appreciated. You found yourself sharing stories of your childhood and hopes for the future more than you usually would with a stranger. His questions were thoughtful, and his laugh was genuine.

The party began to wind down as the night grew later, and the group around the bonfire grew smaller. The stars grew brighter, and the crackling fire painted shadows on the sand. Alexis leaned closer, the heat from his body a comforting warmth against the cooling night air. "Would you like to take a walk?" he asked, his voice a soft whisper that sent a shiver down your spine.

You nodded, unable to hide the smile that had been playing on your lips all evening.

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Hand in hand, you strolled along the beach, the waves whispering secrets as they kissed the shore. The moon was a silver crescent, casting a soft glow that danced on the water's surface. The sound of the party grew faint behind you, replaced by the rhythmic pulse of the ocean.

"This is incredible," you murmured, feeling the cool sand between your toes.

Alexis nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's one of my favorite things about being out here. The quiet moments when you can just listen to the ocean.”

You let the sound of the waves wash over you, the saltwater breeze playing with your hair. The stars above twinkled with a clarity that was impossible to find in the city, and the darkness of the night wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. The tension between you was palpable, a delicate dance of attraction that neither of you wanted to acknowledge outright.

As you strolled further down the beach, the moonlight reflected off the waves, creating a path of shimmering light that led you to a secluded cove. Alexis stopped, turning to face you, his hand still holding yours. "It's beautiful here," he said, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, feeling the butterflies in your stomach. "It really is," you replied, your voice barely audible over the whispers of the tide.

Alexis took a step closer, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek. The air was thick with unspoken words, and the scent of the bonfire lingered on his skin. His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you thought he might lean in for a kiss. Instead, he tugged on your hand, leading you closer to the water's edge.

The waves lapped gently at your feet, the cool water a stark contrast to the warm sand. You watched as the moon's reflection danced in the ripples, creating a dazzling pattern that stretched out to the horizon. The silence between you was comfortable, filled with the steady rhythm of the ocean and the occasional call of a night bird. You felt a sense of peace that was rare in the bustling city life you were used to.

Alexis released your hand and took a seat on a piece of driftwood, patting the spot next to him. You sat down, feeling the wood's smoothness against your legs, the salt and sea-worn edges digging in slightly. The warmth of his body was a comforting presence beside you, and you couldn't help but lean in slightly, feeling the electricity in the air.

For a moment, you both just sat there, watching the waves play in the moonlight. The silence stretched out, filled with the sound of the ocean's whispers and the distant laughter from the party. It was as if the universe had paused just for you two, the rest of the world fading away into the background.

Alexis turned to you, his eyes searching yours. "You know," he began, his voice low and earnest, "I've been thinking about you a lot since that first day on the beach.”

You felt your heart skip a beat, unsure of how to respond. "I've… I've thought about you too," you admitted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Alexis's smile grew, reaching his eyes. "I'm really glad to hear that," he said, his voice warm and sincere. He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending a shiver down your neck. "You know, I don't usually do this sort of thing," he began, his gaze dropping to your lips.

You felt your breath hitch, the anticipation building in your chest. "What sort of thing?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Alexis leaned in, his gaze never leaving yours. "This," he murmured, before his lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss. The taste of mint chocolate lingered on his mouth, mingling with the salty tang of the sea air. Your heart raced as you melted into the moment, the feel of his hands on your arms anchoring you to the present. It was a kiss filled with promise and hope, a whisper of what could be.

When you pulled back, the world felt different somehow. The stars seemed closer, the ocean's whispers more intimate. You searched his eyes for reassurance and a sign that this was real. Alexis's gaze was steady, his smile warm and inviting. "I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you," he admitted, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

You felt a blush creep up your neck, your heart racing in your chest. "I've wanted it too," you murmured, your voice barely above the sound of the waves. The air was charged with a tension that was both thrilling and terrifying. You didn't know where this was going but didn't want it to end.

Alexis leaned in again, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender kiss that made your toes curl. His hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer, and you melted into him, feeling the heat of his body against yours. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you to this moment, under the stars with the sound of the ocean as your soundtrack.

When the kiss ended, you both sat there for a moment, the only sound the gentle whoosh of the waves. Alexis's hand remained on the small of your back, his thumb tracing small circles that sent delightful shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with the scent of the sea and the faint hint of his cologne.

"Thank you for walking with me," he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours.

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. You felt a strange mix of excitement and fear, knowing that this could be the start of something beautiful or just a fleeting summer fling.

[pipwasreal]

Day 30: love + pet play

Characters: Charles Rowland, Edwin Payne

Content warnings: dirty talk, oral sex, anal sex

Now with an illustration by unicorngunter!

Edwin's been planning this for a while, Charles reckons. He's been all sneaky and secretive recently, drawing in his notebook but then snapping it shut whenever Charles comes near, looking a little shy.

So when he tells Charles to wait just a tick and then shuts himself in the games cupboard, Charles sits himself down on the settee expectantly, leg bouncing with excess energy.

"What are you up to in there, Edwin?" Charles calls, after a long minute has passed.

"Nearly done," comes Edwin's slightly muffled voice. "I do hope that the surprise will be worth the wait."

He steps out and... sure, he's changed his look up a bit here and there since Port Townsend, the girls encouraging him to experiment with different styles and Charles just delighted to see him trying new things. But this is... there's only static where Charles' thoughts should be. He's pretty sure his mouth is hanging open. He might actually be drooling.

Edwin's wearing lingerie. Old-fashioned lacy cotton underwear that covers him from his shoulders to his knees, but still. That's a lot more skin than usual, even with the white stockings that cling to his surprisingly muscular legs, and the little slippers.

And then there's the silky white corset, which just accentuates his already slim waist, broad shoulders and perfect posture. How has Charles never imagined Edwin in a corset before? He's pretty sure it's going to be all he can think about from now on.

Oh bloody hell his hair! It's loose and wavy, free of pomade, and it looks so bloody soft that Charles wants his hands buried in it immediately.

All up, Edwin looks like a sexy ballet dancer or a classy burlesque act or something, even if his hands are a bit tense and his expression a little uncertain.

With a truly heroic effort, Charles manages to shut his mouth and get to his feet. He crosses the room in two quick strides, grabs Edwin's face, and does his very best to snog him senseless.

When he finally pulls away, Edwin can't fully suppress a pleased smile.

"So... you like it, then?" He asks.

Charles laughs.

"I bloody love it. You look amazing, Edwin."

"I thought I might..." Edwin swallows, glances aside. "That is to say, I quite like the idea of being your... pet. Just for tonight. Or... sometimes. I do not know."

"Oh yeah?" Charles asks, a teasing eyebrow raised. "What kind of pet?"

Instead of answering, Edwin pivots and arches his back, showing off his arse to Charles. His arse, with a ball of fluff perched between his cheeks, visible through a vent in his pants. He turns back around before Charles can fully process the sight.

"Fuck, Edwin... are you wearing split-crotch knickers?"

Edwin frowns a little in confusion. "I suppose so? They were referred to as open drawers in my time, when they were referred to at all, of course."

"Right," says Charles. "Need you in my mouth, now."

He grabs Edwin by the waist and steers him to the desk, laying him back over it. He spreads Edwin's legs, delighted by the obscene way his whole crotch is suddenly visible, framed by the pale cotton. A smattering of curly dark hair, his stiffening cock atop his peachy bollocks, and that fluffy tail below.

"It is a plug," Edwin says, in a rush. He bites his lip.

"Yeah, I gathered." Charles grins. He grabs the soft handful of fluff and gives it a little tug. "A bunny, then, right? You're my horny little bunny who's been humping that plug and thinking of me?"

Edwin's mouth falls open and he makes an adorable sound, like a soft squeak, then immediately looks mortified.

Charles doesn't let him dwell on it, just bends over and starts kissing and licking his cock and sucking on his bollocks. He thrusts the plug fractionally in and out of Edwin's arse until he's fully hard, twitching and leaking against Charles' tongue, and making all sorts of gorgeous little bitten-off noises.

Finally, Edwin surges up, tugs Charles off him and pushes him away.

"Settee, now. My turn," he pants.

Charles collapses back onto the settee, shrugging out of his braces and tugging off his polo shirt. He reaches for his trousers, but Edwin is suddenly there, kneeling neatly on the floor between his feet and batting his hands away.

With spit-slick lips, a dextrous tongue and precise use of teeth, Edwin undoes Charles' trouser button and zipper without using his hands once. He looks supremely smug about it too, which Charles reckons is fair enough.

Edwin's hair is just as soft as Charles thought.

He nuzzles Charles' erection through his boxers, so Charles pulls it out for him and gives it a few firm strokes. Edwin's eyes go heavy-lidded and dark.

Charles bites his lip and pats his lap.

"Up you pop, good boy. Let's get that plug out and you can bounce on me instead, yeah?"

Edwin shivers and stands, then drops himself down, straddling Charles' thighs. Charles' fingers find the plug and tug it out, letting it thud to the floor.

Without wasting a moment, Edwin sinks down on Charles' cock. He rides him at a frantic pace right from the start, flushed and panting, and Charles can only hold on tight, grab his pretty pink cock and tug it in time.

"Come on Edwin, come for me, love."

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

beer pong deals

pairing: chad meeks-martin x gn!reader

wc: 1.4K

warnings: drinking, swearing. thats it.

summary: a lucky charm in a game of chance

A/N: used the prompts "if i win I get to kiss you" from @ihateprompts

masterlist / chad meeks-martin

anika dragged you from your dorm to this party. you constantly tried to protest any involvement with the frat party happening on a thursday night when you had a class friday morning, a class with a test. she wouldn’t hear any of it, saying you already know the material and that you needed to take a break. shut your mind down and just have fun, drink just a little so your limbs aren’t so tense.

also she might have mentioned that chad would be there and that he’s been asking about you all day. wouldn’t leave anika alone until she promised to bring you around. and well, you might have agreed that a little study break would be nice. and anika being the fashion major she is, loves when you agree to go out so she can raid your clothes and work her magic.

you, anika, and mindy walked to the designated party house not far from campus. the three of you would switch from having discussions about the pain your professors were ringing the class through to having mindy talk about the latest horror movie she watched as she gave a quick rundown and then rated it. and just as you were three houses away…

“so my brother has the hots for you.” mindy, always with her bluntness.

a sigh knowing where this conversation is heading, “and i’ll outright say it, i like your brother.” the girls gasped. a flicker of confusion over your features, “i thought that’s what you wanted to hear.”

“well, yeah. but you said it without hesitation. so we see that this is more than simply liking, you’re infatuated.” anika’s cheeks were pushed high with her beaming smile. mindy just held a quirk to the corner of her lip, “gross as it might sound, i hope the two of you kiss. don’t get laid tonight. it’ll just ruin the romantics.”

“oh, so now i know the romantic genre is second to horror. more mindy meeks-martin lore unlocked.” joking with her as you ascended the steps and opened the front door.

the smell of weed, cigarettes, and alcohol filled your nostrils within the ten seconds you stood in the doorway. you fully regret saying yes to a party knowing these things usually just cause anxiety rather than mindless fun. but this was college, you told yourself you would try to step out of your comfort zone when presented with opportunities. anika presented the party, you stepped out of the comfort of your dorm, and now you wished to high tail it back to the small space.

“ah, ah, ah.” anika made sure to grab your forearm, already seeing the gears turning in your head. “no, you are gonna take a shot with us and then go find your boy.” tugging you along to the kitchen.

after downing a shot, well three shots, you filled a solo cup and made your rounds of the packed house trying to find the boy that calls your attention. you gave mumbled “excuse me’s” and “sorry” though no one cared as you shoved your wave into different areas. your shoulders would slump every time you didn’t find him. you told yourself if he wasn’t in the next room, you’ll look for mindy and anika then tell them you're heading home.

after more shoving, you found yourself in what appeared to be a game room or something, there was only beer pong set up with a crowd surrounding it. you journeyed closer and were able to hear the conversation over the loud music and a name catches your attention.

“chad, come on man. thought you were better than this.”

“shut up, derek. you're not doing any better.”

there were ooos that followed then they resumed their game. you leaned against a wall with your feet crossed at the ankles, not wanting to disrupt the game while it was in play. with the light dimmed you allowed yourself the pleasure of just taking in chad. the way his biceps would flex as he prepared a throw, how he did little hops on the balls of his feet from excitement or nerves. His gleaming smile showed his white teeth, or how his eyes widened and his brows rose slightly when he found you huddled away.

he clapped his partner on the back as he made his way through the crowd and came to a stop just in front of you. pushing your feet flat to the floor and standing at full height, you loosened your arms out just a bit as you shared smiles.

“i didn’t know you were coming.” he bit his lips as he tilted his head. “well, a little birdly told me you were asking for me.” trying to play coy as you took a sip of your drink. the spiked punch made you feel warm.

chad gave a deep chuckle, “anika and mindy?” a simple nod to his question. “well, i’m glad they brought you here. i actually have a favor to ask of you.”

he leaned his forearm beside your head, body moving slightly closer to yours. your eyes did a quick sweep of his body and when they landed on his face his smile grew slightly wide, probably cause he caught your wondering gaze.

“what might i get out of this favor?” voice dipping into a playful tone. watching how chad’s eyes dance across your face and made oh-so-obvious glances at your lips.

“well, first the favor is you standing by the beer pong table and being my lucky charm.” you couldn’t help the raise your brows, “lucky charm, eh? didn’t realize i was so special.”

again that charming smile caused your heart to beat a little faster. chad did a pass of the table seeing they were resetting for a new game, his eyes back to you, specifically your lips.

“and if i win… i get a kiss from my lucky charm.” his voice dropped, but he was close to your ear and you were able to hear the price he was giving.

you pretend to mull the thought over, liking the tiny hint of pleading in his eyes. “what if you lose? what do i get then?” personal space long forgotten.

“if i lose, i’ll take you on a date.” “kinda backward, isn’t it? shouldn’t you be proposing a date for winning and a kiss for losing?”

he shrugged, always suave. “either way, it’s a win-win in my books. so, my lucky charm… what do you say?”

his friends were starting to get impatient and were calling for him, or making kissing noises your way then laughing. you ignored them as the two of you got lost in each other’s eyes, fully understanding that no matter the outcome, both of you would be happy with the reward.

“okay.” you held a hand out and chad shook on it, “deals on.” with your hands still held, chad pulled the two of you to the group of rowdy boys.

“alright! me and james versus derek and paul. let’s do this!”

honestly, you got very bored of the game quickly, and who wouldn’t? boys taking turns throwing a dirty pong ball into cups of beer before chugging them clean, it’s nothing entertaining. but you wanted either of your prizes so you stayed close to chad’s side, eyes once again hungry and watchful of the way he moved. loving that he would turn to you before taking a shot and sinking it, starting to believe you actually might be his lucky charm.

last solo cup and it was chad’s turn. his friends chanted his name over and over, james gave some friendly shakes to his shoulders before stepping back. you kept a watchful eye on chad, not caring about the outcome of the game. chad’s head turned and he flashed a cocky smile, your skin felt on fire.

“ready for your prize, y/n?”

and without another word flung the ball and in a sweeping arch splashed it into the warm beer cup. chad’s side yelled in victory while the others sulked before getting more drinks.

chad held out a hand and without hesitation, you dropped yours into his and he pulled you away. he dragged you through the kitchen and out the back where not many people lounged, but didn’t stop until you were leaning against the side of the house. 

“i see you have dirty intentions, mr. meek-martin.” voice a low purr as you curled a fist into the front of his tee.

another of chad’s deep chuckles, “only with you, my lucky charm.”

his large hands held your face as he pulled you closer until your lips met. just a minute of feeling the touch of each other and mentally pumping your fist before chad started to take the lead and move his lips. it was teasingly slow and you quietly whined at the rhythm while chad just smiled into the kiss.

“needy?”

“very.”

-

[punsmaster69]

5/FEB/20XX

"HERE YOU ARE, FLOWERY."

chocolate chips were mixed into the batter per his request, and it's decorated neatly with whipped cream and some fruit.

papyrus delicately set the plate of pancakes in front of flowey with a flourish of his hand and a bow.

"BEAUTIFULLY ARRANGED, PREPARED, AND PRESENTED BY YOURS TRULY!"

my brother never expects a thank you from him, but i notice flowey open his mouth for a second before changing his mind.

apparently motivated by "the prospect of an extra-sugary breakfast" according to toriel, flowey decided to stay the night rather than going home yesterday.

he's surprisingly quiet.

was complaining about a neck pain from sleeping funny and the only comment flowey had was

"You're just old."

"yeah."

after eating, he's gonna go hang out with papyrus. they're already discussing puzzles.

..well. 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘺𝘳𝘶𝘴 is discussing, flowey is listening. (probably.)

i think frisk's coming over to bug me, judging by the poorly typed texts about some difficult level in a game.

——

they flopped over defeatedly.

"Saansss hellppp meee."

"you're giving up, huh?"

"Wh-"

that snapped something in them. fire returned to their eyes, bolting upright and re-grabbing the controller.

"No way!"

"that's the spirit. get back in there and die a hundred more times."

shushing motion.

"hey, i'll have hope. i believe in you."

putting my hand on their shoulder.

"you'll probably only die around eighty times."

sticking their tongue out at me and shrugging my hand off their shoulder, frisk focused once again.

——

so.

the hard part? they got past it, but...

are now immediately stuck on a different part.

papyrus came clamoring back into the house with flowey in his arms, grabbed something from his room, and was gone in a flash.

giving frisk a quick pat on the head, i rose from the couch and stepped into the backyard to see what the other two were doing.

"YOU COULDN'T JUST WALK?"

"uses magic."

"....FAIR POINT."

"what're you up to?"

"Updating this board game to have more traps and puzzles."

"and you're outside because...?"

"FLOWERY WANTED TO BE IN THE SUN!"

"gotta photosynthesize? i get it."

"I am NOT photosynthesizing!"

"hey, i'm not judging."

"I'm not!"

"like i said, no judgement."

"Ironically."

a gentle breeze blew through. i stopped to take in the nice weather.

"it 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 feel pretty good."

"i'm bringing frisk out."

stepping back into the doorway of the house. i watched the tv screen and waited until they died again to speak.

"y'know."

a shout of surprise from frisk before they whipped around to face me.

"on days like these..."

"kids like you should definitely be outside enjoying the sun."

"c'mon."

frisk looked between the tv screen, me, and the window. they resigned with a sigh and turned the game off.

"I'll beat it some other time."

one last time, i stepped into the backyard. running, frisk appeared from around the side of the house a moment later.

——

wanting to do something more physically intensive than sit around and make puzzles for a board game, frisk invited undyne and monster kid over to play kickball.

they've only popped one ball thus far, so they're doing well.

i think papyrus'll join them before long.

——

a stray kick sent a ball flying at my skull, so papyrus now has me in a

"BOX OF BROTHERLY PROTECTION!"

of bones under the shade of a tree.

flowey would be in the box too, it's just his pot and their altered board game with me. the flower himself is roaming around the yard doing who-knows-what. stretching his roots, i suppose.

——

"You gotta go home at SOME point, punks. Can't stay here forever."

monster kid and frisk both pouted.

"Papyrus wouldn't mind!!"

"Yeah! Plus the sun's not even fully set yet."

"she's right, kiddos. you really should be getting home."

flowey grumbled impatiently from papyrus' arm. i picked up his pot and offered it towards him.

"you wanna hop in there instead of coiling my brother's arm like a snake?"

"Whenever Frisk quits whining and we can go home I will."

"I'm not whining!"

"That's a hundred percent whining!"

"It's reasoning."

"It's whining."

"Shut up."

flowey used his vines to raise papyrus' arm and make him lift the middle finger.

"!?"

papyrus covered his hand and shoved his arm back down immediately.

"FLOWEY!"

"DO NOT FORCE SUCH RUDE GESTURES FROM ME!!!"

flowey's expression flickered with a look of shock for a second. he let out something like a scoff.

"FRISK, I'M SO SORRY!!"

"It's okay. I know it was that meanie head's doing."

"ok. definitely time for you to go home."

i offered my hand to frisk, and paps put flowey back in the pot.

"i know a shortcut."

undyne pat monster kid on the head.

"Come on, I'll walk you."

——

"Oh! You are home. I do not remember hearing the door-"

i waved.

"I see."

"Greetings, Sans."

with a soft smile.

" 'sup."

"Thank you for bringing them back. I hope they were not much trouble."

i glanced at flowey, who seemed to be thinking about something.

"they're good kids. shouldn't worry about 'em so much."

"I know... still, I am glad to hear that they have been behaving."

"Ah!"

"Do not let me hold you from getting home yourself."

i glanced again to where flowey was, but he and frisk went into their room.

gently, i lifted her hand to my face to replicate kissing the top of it. (with my lack of lips and all.)

" 'night, tori."

before disappearing, and flopping onto my bed.

[zeondraws]

Random thoughts so I don't forget them while researching

Note to myself, make a list of where I can find multiple occasions of dead crew members reappearing inside the shape

keep hearing the term absorbed but I have a hard time understanding how they'd do that

My assumption is the moment they transform the form they take on, is the way they look like from then on.

If Raffs is stuck in the bell, how come I find his head reappear in multiple areas according to the game file maps. He's stuck on Roper too.

The area Addair stays in before his first reveal in Engineering has a strange amount of copies of his body inside the shape. I have to check if they're labelled with his name. Roper probably didn't see infected Addair? Why is there a part of Addair on Roper? Same with Alex, but I need to compare ingame and gamefile stuff side by side next time. I don't know WHERE Alex died. His body appears multiple times.

Does this somewhat say when everyone got infected or is this random. The mobile infected don't change forms. However immobile infected like Ken can burst out, this can't be seen by the player normally. But I think the shape bursted out of him when Caz wanted to go to the lifeboats.

How Roper transformed is a mystery for me, either the shape got him through the roof of marine control. Or he got covered in it too and transformed at a later moment. Which means the shape maybe used him as an anchor point to grow through? I need to research all of this and actually make proper keynotes to it all. Otherwise I will always forget

Trots is obvious for me, the shape bursted through the pipes in the bathroom which caught him. Making him transform. In said bathroom are remains of another person, but only one of the legs is from Trots, the remaining parts are not labelled with a name. Didn't somebody else have Trots leg attached? I need to recheck..

Gibbo appears multiple times in different levels, someone thought that's how he'd look like and whatever is talking to you in the water tanks is a copy of some sorts. But I don't believe that theory. Game is inspired by the thing but the shape seems to operate differently.

My head breaks about the whole absorb thing, the dead crew members that Gibbo and Muir killed don't transform. However there is one crewmember in the Muir level somewhat grown into the shape, I need to check what's below him, did the shape come out of engineering and grab him through the ground? I don't think I see him anymore in the late game. Did he morph into spherical balls at the end? There is a different body near this location- before said body gets replaced with dead Muir

Is it only possible for immobile infected to absorb? I don't know if eating or mauling crew members like Rennick and Trots count as absorbing? Or does it?

I should align the rig maps together in some way

Trots doesn't seem to change appearance even after mauling multiple of his crewmates in the Cabin Floor. Roy seems completely unaffected by everything aside from the insulin problem. I get the slight feeling the shape doesn't want to get to Roy in some way.

People think the infected crewmembers aren't aware of things (or not fully). Maybe it's true to some extent but judging deleted files and the way some of them speak, they're probably still very aware. Emotions drastically influenced by the shape. Hearing, smelling and feeling pain is drastically increased.

Maybe they communicate to each other with howls or through minds, but dunno. Caz only sees his own memories. Didn't one soundfile really indicate him being more infected than suggested. His voice weirdly distorted, or maybe I have to listen to it again. Tho it makes sense what Finlay said before she died, Caz would've transformed at some point sooner or later, I think. The amount of times he was submerged in the substance would suggest it, Same with Gibbo who got it on him.

Puppet Choir files is where Caz wonders if they're talking to each other, but he might refer to the howling.

Yeah no I definitely need to learn how to do bullet points or make some sketches to connect everything together. I have noticed how overwhelmed I get with the info I discovered, but putting 2 and 2 together is difficult

Did Addair knew something before he fell down to the ocean, if Caz talked to the shape in a deleted scene about the drill. Was Addair trying to stop Caz from doing something incorrectly (flare stack). Or maybe there is no big meaning and Addair doesn't feel like stuff being messed with

He probably hid in processing quad to escape the rising water levels in engineering. Gibbo must've died down there, poor bastard.

These are all just loose thoughts so only take it with a grain of salt... I struggle putting my thoughts out because I usually think I say half of it incorrectly. I dunno, I need more research probably. And write it down in some word file

okay I go do some art now...and play the game AGAIN-

[deni-means-flor]

Duskwood & Moonvale

The highly anticipated sequel that is utter disappointment.

By: Dení 💜

Hey everyone, remember how I spent about 2 or 3 years singing my high praise for Everbyte Studios and Duskwood (which you can read all about here) and I was so excited for the release of Moonvale, the non-direct sequel set on the same universe?

Yeah? Well, scratch that. While it is too early for me to put a Cultural Studies spin on this review, since the game was released just last week, there's A LOT for us to unpack here, please join me during this first look at Everbyte Studios' Moonvale, out now for Google Play & App Store. And of course, beware for ⚠️ MASSIVE SPOILERS ⚠️ on the course of this text

To start off strong, not only is it highly disappointing that Everbyte decided to go through with AI bullshit assets instead of the beautiful pictures and generally minimalist art design that they got us used to on Duskwood, but then they add insult to injury by deciding to turn THOSE godawful profile pics and backgrounds into a gacha game?!

I'll let Cardi B explain my reaction to the newest Crate system implemented on Moonvale:

And aside from that bullshit, they turn around and decided to ditch the writing style that they had us hooked with on Duskwood (except that this time they improved the English localization very much, ngl) to provide us with an immediate opportunity to romance the first character we meet, almost completely breaking the immersion in the stakes of the whole detective drama plotline.

Though I am very much aware that MANY players loved going through that route with Jake on Duskwood, it does seem highly inappropriate in-universe to be told by Eric that Adam is missing and immediately replying with the equivalent of "omg that sucks for you, wanna date me?" while on Episode 1. The build-up of romantic tension between Main Character (MC) & Jake during the efforts to save Hannah was precisely what made the romantic route so compelling, but considering that the kickstart for most of the in-game events in Moonvale is the mystery surrounding Adam, it would seem common sense that in terms of plot, it would be best if Love as a gameplay option took a while to build up instead of being RIGHT THERE from the get-go (though I'm sadly aware that most of the fandom for Duskwood was CLAMORING for this option to be implemented on Everbyte's socials' comment section for actual years).

Another thing that would have been absolutely gorgeous to build up with higher anticipation is the Duskwood reveal on Moonvale Episode 1... You're really telling me that after all the odyssey to rescue Hannah, seeing Richy's ACTUAL DEATH on the mines, and being concerned for Jake's dissapearance, that our MC will crumble at the slightest pressure from a complete stranger (Ash) and break out the most private details of the story all willy-nilly?! After all this time?! If all this "Save your Duskwood code" and the conversation with Ash does not build up to a fully blown Jake reveal at the end via Adam's gang, this conversation where Duskwood's events are glossed over almost entirely will have been the most anticlimactic part of episode 1.

In my opinion, Everbyte has very much dropped the ball and high standards setup by their highly successful first game, and instead they churned out a rushed out cash grab in order to ride the coattails of the Duskwood fandom hype as fast as possible, with a subpar and very infantilized art design on both the interface and the mini games, because why is there no modern interface that reminisces us of the seriousness of trying to rescue Adam instead of reminding us that most mobile games these days are trying to imitate Candy Crush Saga and its very impressive revenue flow. Who knows?

Though the achievement system seems fascinating, and it provides helpful insights on the steps to follow, along with most useful diamonds needed to continue the plot advancement, wouldn't it have been more accesible for players like me (focused on story) to have an option to just buy the full game at once and opt-out of micro transactions from the get-go, like we did on Duskwood? One of the highest compliments I had for the first game, absolutely obliterated in this follow-up.

The introduction of the very serious envelope addressed to MC with a Tarot card, though very similar to what the Raven was in the story of Duskwood seems highly dissonant with the Moonvale interface art style, since this type of illustrations and backgrounds do not seem to get aligned with ANY of the story elements that Moonvale could potentially present in the next episodes, and whose harmony with the art style in the previous game made us get hooked onto the Duskwood storyline since episode 1...

Would it be too presumptuous of me to tell you that I hated Ash, Charlie and Violet's lackluster personalities as soon as I was introduced to them? We can see that they may follow a very similar trope to some of the gang members from Duskwood with absolutely none of the charisma. If we were to define them in pairs, we get Ash and Lilly, Charlie and Richy, Violet and... idk, Cleo's mom who we briefly hear about on the last episodes of Duskwood? (Yeah, that's how little we hear about/from Violet on episode 1, her cat's name at most). If Eric will end up being a stubborn Thomas or hopeful Jesy type, it remains to be seen.

I cannot possibly be the only one who would have been willing to wait for a while longer until we could get a game as compelling and as beautifully designed as Duskwood, instead of what Moonvale is, at the end of the day.

If you have the opportunity to download Moonvale this early in release, I'd say: Waste it. The only reason I'm going to try to finish the Moonvale storyline is to see what are the Duskwood conclusions and easter eggs that we were promised for at least 2 years but so far, I'd give this game a 5/10, hoping very much that the storyline improves as we go along, and incredibly disappointed in the gacha/mini game mechanics and art style.

And I mean this critique with the utmost love and respect for the Everbyte team behind the development. Criticism is a labor of love, and all the love I have for the original game, means my highest hopes for improvement in this sequel. Though I commend your efforts, being a smaller development studio, all the opportunities for improvement are not lost on me.

Here's hoping the storyline makes up for the interface on the upcoming installments for Moonvale.

[kaiasky]

sometimes i think about how i would design a game to replace gridiron football. Bc like. it is a really good game imo. but unfortunately so much of it depends on having 10 linemen smash into each other every play and i think increasing evidence is that there's no way to make that safe

but like... idk. Flag football is cool on its own right but i think when people call it "basketball on turf" they're essentially right, it doesn't give the same feeling that football does.

and i suspect a lot of that is like, a player can't effectively control where the opponent goes. It just looks... antithetical to football to see a defensive player run through the line of scrimmage and nobody try to stop them.

at the same time football has a ton of rules for what makes legal contact in order to make it "feel right". (and. also yknow safety.) like idk something you hear fans say sometimes is like "football is the purest sport; you wanna get the ball downfield any way you can, they have to stop you however they can". and that's not true, there's SO much you can't do in football. otherwise you'd grab people and kick their knees out from under them, and it wouldn't be fun to watch. So the point is like, football already has to have rules to govern how contact functions as a part of the sport, maybe there's ways to get the same strategic functions with less force?

capture the flag i think is sorta the only non-contact thing that comes close? in that like, you can't just walk past somebody bc they can tag you.

There's also like, more explicitly "simulated combat" stuff ig. Boffer sword stuff like amtgard & dagohir etc. Or paintball/airsoft. though one might question how safe a professionalized boffer combat sport could be, and airsoft is never escaping the wehraboo stigma. Also they are not fun to watch like footbaw is.

All of those use the threat of being "out" to let you restrict somebody's motion, since if they fully ignore you, they're out. Which... works, but it's not particularly artful to me.

(Basketball has its whole blocking dealio. which i gotta admit I don't understand the intricacies of it fully and whenever i play pickup basketball I always get outmanuevered like crazy. I suspect if i played enough basketball to have a better idea of like. how people think about the blocking and maneuvering game, I'd be like yeah you could make something football-like work with this. but idk)

[hinatastinygiant]

4 | Burgundy

Pairing: Itadori x Fem!Reader

The Encounter

Y/N'S P.O.V.

The next morning when you wake up, it thankfully isn't raining yet. You're able to comfortably step out of your tent and walk over to the nearby picnic table where you pour yourself a bowl of cereal that has already been left out. Your bet is on Fushiguro for being the first one up.

Not to your surprise, you were right. A few minutes later you spot Fushiguro walking towards site 17 with a bath towel around his shoulder. He doesn't say anything as he approaches you and sits down opposite of where you are.

"Morning," you smile at him.

"Hey, how was sleeping in a tent last night?" He asks.

"It wasn't so bad! But shit, I didn't realize until this morning that we're like the only ones out here... It's kind of scary, don't you think?"

"Well, ever since that girl disappeared, I doubt anybody's got the balls to come out here," he shrugs. "Especially at night."

"Ah, yeah. I almost forgot about that," you look down. "You don't think that we're going to get murdered, do you?"

"I sure as hell hope not" he sighs as he reaches for the cooler under the table. You watch as he pulls out a large bottle of orange juice and pours both of you a glass.

"Hey, how was your trip last night with Nobara," you grin. "I almost forgot to ask. Was that cashier that she likes still there?"

"Yeah," he scoffs. "Unfortunately for me."

Just then, a sudden noise interrupts the moment. The sound of a branch breaking echoes through the quiet forest, startling both of you. Birds take flight from a nearby tree, their wings flapping quickly.

You turn your gaze in the direction of the sound, squinting to see any movement, but there's nothing to see. The woods remain creepily silent after the disturbance. 

"Is there anyone else out here?" you ask Fushiguro again, your voice hushed with a hint of unease.

Fushiguro's expression remains composed as he responds, "Like I said before, nobody really wants to be out here after the girl's disappearance."

You nod, attempting to ease the weird feeling creeping over you. "You're probably right. I'm sure it's just an animal and I'm overthinking it."

Fushiguro offers a reassuring smile. "As long as we stay close to the site and together, we'll be fine."

"God, why did we decide to go camping," you then groan, mostly talking to yourself.

"You were the first one to agree to the idea," Fushiguro reminds you. "You thought it would be a fun weekend away."

You groan softly and lean back, looking up at the darkening sky instead of focusing on the conversation anymore. The ominous clouds gather, and you sigh, "It's going to rain soon."

Fushiguro simply nods in agreement. "I know."

Deciding to distract yourselves from the impending storm and the mysteries of the woods, you decide to play a game of cards. Fushiguro grabs a deck, and you begin to play, betting pieces of chocolate from Nobara's backpack that sits nearby. 

After about thirty minutes, rain begins to fall and the two of you move your little party under the shelter. However, not long after, Fushiguro breaks his concentration on the game, saying, "We should wake them up now. It's starting to get late in the day."

"Yeah, you're probably right," you nod.

You rush over to your tent where Nobara's still sleeping and kneel beside her mattress, gently shaking her awake. She groans and mumbles under her breath, "Come with us, it'll be fun. I promise."

You can't help but smile, knowing exactly what she's dreaming about. "Are you still dreaming about that cashier?" you laugh softly.

Nobara's eyes begin to flutter open. "Not anymore," she groans as she recognizes you and her surroundings. 

Just as she's fully waking up, a noise similar to the one from earlier, like the crack of a piece of wood, pierces the air. "What's that noise?" she asks you.

You shrug. "The guys are in their tent."

Then, another follows suit. Nobara immediately sits up, her eyes widening. Without hesitation, she unzips the mesh window of the tent and peers outside, scanning the surroundings for any signs of movement.

You lean in and ask, "Do you see anything?"

Nobara looks around but hen eventually shakes her head. "No, nothing."

She quickly zips the tent shut and turns back to you. Her expression is full of caution as she says, "I need to use the bathroom. Will you come with me?"

You eagerly agree, realizing that the strange noises have stirred a sense of unease, and it's better to stay together in this unfamiliar wilderness.

A few minutes later, you and Nobara walk to the nearby campsite bathrooms together. After using the bathroom, you wash your hands and brush your teeth. Just as Nobara approaches on your left, she pulls her shirt over her head and sighs. "God, it's so humid out here. I feel like I'm sticking to my shirt."

"I feel like that, too," you groan. "I don't think we could have picked a worse week to do this."

"Yeah, but we paid for it so now we kind of have to stay," she shrugs.

Just then, you would swear to anyone that you heard the sound of a camera click. The two of you exchange glances, both thinking the same thing.

"The hell was that?" you say aloud as you turn around to face the windows above you which are quite tall, so if someone really just took a picture of you, they'd have to have climbed on a ladder or reached down from the roof of the building.

Nobara runs out of the bathroom in an attempt to catch whoever is spying on you both. But when you follow after her, you see that nobody is out there. "Y/N, this is getting really freaky. Fushiguro and Itadori wouldn't do something creepy like that."

"Yeah, I agree. I think we should head back and tell them what just happened," you suggest.

"That's just what I was going to say."

The Encounter

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