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oneforthemunny · 3 months

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home is wherever i'm with you |hockey player!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: life on the road during hockey season is far less glamorous than you thought it would be. homesick and lonely, eddie tries to get you feeling better.

also special thank you to @angietherose for the name of the au hockey team :) eddie is officially on the indy reapers! thank you to all who voted as well!

contains: fluff, but there is slight angst at the beginning. mentions of loneliness, a little depression. slight-ish tension or strain on the relationship, but you know i make it happy at the end lol. language.

Pasadena, California - 1993

Day seventeen on your six week excursion with Eddie. Well, excursion was a generous thing to call what this was. You were feeling more like a groupie for the Indianapolis Reapers, a puck bunny as Eddie’s teammates snickered, brows raised in suggest when they’d pass jersey clad girls lingering around their buses. Stop after stop- press, practice, training, games, all over the nation.

A suitcase full of clothes you’d grown sick of already, longing to go home and trade them for something different, washing them in the sharp, sterile detergent of the hotels. You longed for your own sheets, perfumed with your own detergent.

Eddie was gone for most of the day. You tried to sightsee on your own, explore the cities but it was lonely, lacking someone to giggle with over lattes, to hold your hand in the street, just to talk to. The other WAGS that came along, stuck out the long haul across the states, clung to each other, comfortable in their own little clique. You were too new, an outsider to their group.

“Hey, babe,” Eddie pressed the key into the lock, twisting the heavy latch open. “Babe, do you have that stuff? Did you bring it?” He hummed, dropping his bag at the door, kicking off his sneakers.

His nose curled at the pungent smell, ripe from the warming weather of California. “Jesus Christ, I gotta wash this stuff. I’m sorry, I’ll put it in the laundry thing.” Eddie hummed, sliding the slotted closet door open. “Can’t believe how warm it is here already. Feels so nice outside. You’ve been outside today, sweetheart?” He rambled, sweetly, tossing the powdered detergent into the washer, shoving the workout clothes from his bag into the tiny machine.

The steady hum of the air conditioner filled the room, his only response. Eddie’s brows lifted, jamming the button of the washer, sliding the door back into place. He didn’t remember hearing you say you were leaving today, but he had taken a pretty hard hit to the glass during practice, ears still ringing dully.

“Baby?” Eddie called, opening the bathroom door, empty of you other than the scattered products on the vanity. Heavy steps on the patterned carpet, Eddie walked into the bedroom suite, halting at the edge of the crumpled sheets.

You laid on your side, still in what he’d left you in that morning, eyes puffy and red rimmed looking motionlessly out the window. “Hey, I thought you- I was, uh, I was just talking but-” Eddie’s heart beat in his throat, uneasy at the sight of you, crumpled in the sheets. “Are you ok?”

You turned, cheek still pressed to your arms under the pillow, just enough to see him- all wild curls, matted and frizzy with helmet hair. “Yeah,” You croaked, throat scratchy and sore with sobs that had stilled hours ago, still you were plagued with the aftershocks of weeks of suppressed emotion.

“I- I’m not trying to sound like a dick or anything here, but you’re clearly not.” Eddie said softly, slowly approaching the bed. The bed dipped under his weight, a warm hand rubbing over your ankle under the cool sheets.

“Baby,” Your face crumpled at the coo, so sweet, gentle, it made your nose burn. “What’s goin’ on?” Eddie muttered, thumb circling your ankle bone gently.

Your nose burned with a slow, shaky exhale that he felt, rattled all the way down your body under his touch. Eddie’s heart dropped. “Hey, look at me.” Eddie’s voice was softened but sharp, teetering on frantic. You turned, looking at his wide eyes, running over your frame in worry. “What’s goin’ on? What’s the matter?”

Your lip wobbled, head screaming words you couldn’t bring yourself to say- you didn’t know how to say. “I just-” You took a breath, chest stuttering. “I don’t… feel good.”

Eddie’s brows creased, crawling up the bed beside you. “Don’t feel good, like, sick?” He muttered, the back of his hand pressing to your palm. “You don’t feel hot t’me. What hurts? Is it your head still? I told you, baby, that hippie dippie shit only works so much. You have to take medicine-”

“-No,” You shook your head, eyes squeezing tightly to keep your tears at bay. “It’s-it’s not that.”

Eddie blinked carefully. “What? Is it, like, the time of the month? D’ya need me to go get some stuff for you? You know I don’t mind to. Not a problem for me, baby, just tell me what you need.” Eddie’s head tilted to the side, so sweet and doting, it made your chest heat with swarming guilt and adoration.

“I’m not on my period. It’s nothing, Ed.” You shook your head, curling back into your pillow.

Eddie stilled above you. “Are- Are you pregnant?” He whispered.

“No.” You groaned quickly, head shaking into the warmth of the pillows.

Eddie sighed lightly, a huff of relief that fell short, when your body turned from him, back towards the window with a long inhale. “Hey, can you- can you look at me? Please? Look at me, baby.” Eddie’s pitch raised, teetering towards scared, his hand on your shoulder, pushing you gently so you rolled on your back.

He hovered over you, curls falling down nearly brushing your cheeks. “Tell me what’s going on. Please? Tell me what’s wrong.” Eddie whispered, nearly a beg. “You don’t feel good? You don’t feel good here?” His throat swelled, tight with fear. “With me?”

Your silence had Eddie’s stomach twisting, dropping with fear, bile rising in the back of his throat- he was going to be sick, he was sure he would be.

“No,” You muttered, head shaking lightly under the pillow. “Not with you, just,” You reached up, nervously twirling his curl around your finger. “Just with this.”

Eddie swallowed, willing himself still, calm, though his heart felt like it might give out. “This? Wh-What do you mean this?” Eddie’s voice shook.

You blinked up at him, eyes rounding in a sad softness he hadn’t seen before. “I just… I miss being home.” You whispered, eyes glossing with a fresh wave of tears that pricked your waterline. “I miss seeing my friends, and being in my own bed, a-and even work. I just,” Your breath hitched, lip trembling. “I’m just really lonely.”

Eddie was sure his heart did give out, break right in his chest, sunk right to the pit of his stomach. “Do you- You wanna go home?” Eddie’s hand ran down your cheek gently. “That’s what you want? That would make you feel better?”

Your face crumbled, caved into itself at his tone. “I-I don’t know.” You admitted, eyes squeezed shut to keep the tears in. “I don’t want to leave you, b-but I don’t-” You pressed your palms to your eyes, taking a slow inhale through your nose. “I just don’t want to be alone so much. A-And I know that’s not your fault. I know you’re working.”

When your eyes did meet his, Eddie wished they’d stayed closed, heartbreakingly sad, vacant of that light that usually shone through, brightening anything cast in your gaze. “I just… I’m feeling homesick, ‘m sorry.” You muttered. “I just really miss home, and I’m having a bad day.”

“You don’t- Don’t apologize.” Eddie shook his head. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were feelin’ like this.” Eddie swallowed, pulling you up gently. Your body was slack, limp with unmotivated movement, but still, you settled into his arms. The tension in your body melted, nose buried in the material of his shirt, lathered in cologne and the hot California air.

“I have a half day tomorrow.” Eddie muttered, his heart beating fast, you could hear it, feel it. His hand smoothed up your back. “We’ll do something. Go exploring and stuff. Do some fun stuff.”

“You’re ‘sposed to rest.” You muttered, cheek squished to his chest. “It’s before your game, you’re supposed to be resting.”

“Yeah, but that is resting.” Eddie shook his head gently. “I’ll be alright. Promise. Played after way worse. Me and Josh used to come in hungover, vomited on the ice one time.” Eddie’s chest rumbled with soft laughter. “Pretty sure we’re the reason that rule’s in place now.”

Your lips curled, even through your sullen, dazed mood, you couldn’t help it. Clinging to him tighter, you moved into his touch. “Coach just means take it easy like, don’t go get fucked up and actually sleep the night before.” Eddie muttered, chin tucking down onto your head. “C’mon, lemme take you out tomorrow. Me and you. Go anywhere you want.”

You didn’t reply. Instead, sighed gently, settling into his hold.

Eddie was restless through all of morning practice, hands buzzing, ready to run to the rental car at the first dismissal. Shower be damned, he’d take a quick one at the hotel, he couldn’t be held up any longer.

“What’s goin’ on with you, Munson?” Elijah muttered, next to Eddie in the huddle on the ice, the coach’s droning about protocol for the game.

“Nothin’.” Eddie whispered back, twisting his stick in his hands. “Just wish he’d fuckin’ hurry up.”

Elijah’s eyes cut to Eddie, snorting lightly. “You got somewhere to be?”

“Yeah, I do actually.” Eddie sighed out. “Gotta get back. Promised my girl I’d take her out.”

Elijah’s brows raised. “Shit, you brought her with you?”

Eddie’s shoulders tensed. “She wanted to come.” He muttered defensively. “I mean, she wanted to. Now it’s kinda fucked, she’s-” Eddie’s eyes cut around him. “She’s kinda homesick.”

Elijah nodded slowly. “Yeah, that happens.” He fought back a smile. “When’s the last time you took her out?”

Eddie’s eyes cut to him, defensive with accusation. “It’s not like that. I take her out.”

“Yeah? On the off day? After we’ve traveled all day?” Elijah snorted, shaking his head. “C’mon, Munson. Believe me, that doesn’t count.”

Eddie ignored him, gripping his stick with furious annoyance. The fuck did he know? He didn’t know anything.

“Look, I’m not tryna piss you off. I did it, too. Just- believe me, alright? That one day shit doesn’t work.” Elijah pressed gently.

“Hey, I got it, alright? I’m good.” Eddie growled.

Elijah held his hands up in defense. “Alright, I’m just saying, when it was me,” He started. “I wasn’t meaning to. I just wasn't used to it. Had my own road routine and tried to fit her around it instead of into it. Thought it was going good until it wasn’t.”

Eddie stilled, silent but shoulders slumping lightly. “You gotta change your routine, find a way to fit her into it. She’s on the road too, not just you.” Elijah continued.

The coach whistled, waving them in dismissal. Eddie blinked, pulled out of his daze, lifting his helmet and stick with him. Elijah nodded at him. “Have fun tonight, Munson.” He smiled softly. “Make sure you take her somewhere nice.”

Elijah’s words rang in Eddie’s head all the way back to the hotel, only a short drive from the arena. Eddie nearly threw his keys at the valet, sliding into the elevator shamelessly, bouncing on the balls of his toes until he reached your floor.

You startled when he came in, sitting at the vanity, doing your makeup. “You’re done already?”

“Yeah,” Eddie muttered, ducking down for a kiss. “Just gotta shower real quick, but are you hungry?” He shimmied his workout sweats onto the floor, kicking his socks off with them.

Your eyes lingered over his bare lower half for a second, turning back to paint your mascara on. “I’m not starving.” You mumbled.

“Alright, good, I was gonna see if we could go to this place. I think you’ll like it.” Eddie grinned over his shoulder at you, the hiss of the shower coming to life. “Some guys told me if you’re in Pasadena you gotta go here.” His smile so wide, eyes sparkling in the dim yellowed light of the hotel bathroom, it made your tummy tingle with warm excitement.

“Promise you’re not looking?” Eddie mumbled, hands over your eyes, waddle-walking awkwardly behind you, pressed close to your back.

“Swear I’m not.” You grinned. Eddie was right, it was beautiful outside. Warm and bright, light illuminating his hands that covered your eyes with a reddish glow.

“I can feel you trying to. Your lashes are tickling me.” Eddie muttered, leaving you giggling. “Ok, just- you know what, this is good enough. I’m scared you’re gonna trip.” Eddie said, lips curling at your soft laugh.

“Are you ready for your surprise?” You could hear Eddie’s grin in his voice, a breeze floating between the two of you.

“Yes.” You giggled, Eddie’s chest swelling at the sound. “Just show me. Your hands are clammy. They’re gonna smear my mascara.”

“Shit, sorry.” Eddie muttered sheepishly, a blush spilling on his cheeks, pulling his hands away so they were still in front of you. “Ok, ready?”

“Eddie-”

“-Sorry, Alright, one, two,” Eddie moved his hands, smiling proudly in front of you, a pinkish looking building behind you. “Here it is! Surprise!”

You blinked. “Oh.” You quipped softly.

Eddie blinked, smile falling. “What? I thought you’d- You don’t like it?”

“No,” You shook your head. “I mean, no, that’s- Where are we?”

“Oh,” Eddie shook his head lightly. “Shit, I thought you’d know. Uh, apparently this place is supposed to be like the place for flowers, y’know? Pasadena has that flower festival thing, but it’s not until later and I know you like to go to the cool places, and-” Eddie motioned to the store behind him.

You took in the building, spilling over with plants you could see from the inside. “I, uh, I know you miss home.” Eddie said softly. “And I was just thinking, y’know, we can’t get houseplants like at home, but maybe some bouquets? Some flowers for the hotel room.”

Eddie waited a beat, desperately trying to read your face, eyes wandering over the building and the signs. “I thought maybe you’d pick out some flowers and-and it would make it feel like home.” Eddie’s hands slid down his jeans, hot from the sun beaming on them. “Plus, you wanted to see some around here, a-and y’know… one bird, two stones.” Eddie rambled, shrugging sheepishly.

You felt the familiarity of a cry bubbling back in your chest, swelling and suffocation, only this time the aching of sadness was gone. In its place, a bubbling, burning feeling of adoration was left, consuming you from the inside out with every nervous glance Eddie gave you. He’d listened, really fucking listened. He always did, but this time it was different. Relief, comfort washing over you for the first time in days.

It felt like home.

Like the two of you were back in Hawkins, or Indianapolis even, perusing the usual spots, happy and content to be together in a familiar place.

Eddie wasn’t expecting you to grab him, pull him into you with a fierce, sloppy kiss. Right there on the sidewalk, under the California sunshine. Lips melting into his, clawing and grabbing at his shirt, the back of his neck. Eddie’s cheeks burned bright when you pulled apart, a smile so wide and goofy it made you giggle.

He let you grab his hand, lead him around the flower shop like a lost puppy, picking out anything and everything that made you smile. A bright bouquet spilling out beautifully in the green vase, made just for you.

You sat it right on the small bedside table, beaming at how it livened up the room. Eddie wasn’t sure if it was the flowers or you. Either way, it revived you, made you happier and giddier. Made the sheets of the hotel less cold when you slipped beneath them, legs tangled in his, pinning him under you onto the stiff mattress. It made the room brighter, spilling with a new fragrance that felt familiar.

It was small, a miniscule way that meant the world to you; made you feel at home. Eddie knew it, planning how he’d do it with every next city, until you finally got back home.

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agirlandherkinks · 5 months

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Hypnovisor: Beta Test (TGTF, Hypno)

James had always been a tech super-fan. The newest phone, newest headphones, shiniest laptop, he had to stay abreast of and on top of the current trends. So when he read about some fancy new VR company that wanted beta testers for a headset, provided for free (minus shipping), his vision blurred and he signed up before he even considered finishing reading the ad.

Three weeks of anticipation and waiting passed until his doorbell finally rung, accompanied by the corresponding buzz of an email notification on his phone. Scrambling from his couch he flung the apartment door open, and to his mild surprise saw that the postman was nowhere in site. There was just a nondescript cardboard box labelled "Fragile", which fortunately bore none of the expected dents and scratches one would associate with the postal service and delicate freight. Practically bouncing with undignified delight, James scooped his parcel up and dashed back inside, barely remembering to lock the door behind him.

The headset looked even better than he had imagined. Sleek plastic curves surrounded a central visor that was just translucent enough to see through, meaning you could walk around safely if you turned a program's opacity down. It fit beautifully when he tried it on, more comfortable than anything he'd ever worn. Wearing it felt wonderful and... right, somehow. His only complaint was that the black headset was decorated in hot pink highlights, although it still looked futuristic enough to sooth his fragile masculinity. His roommate and best friend Erik certainly agreed, interspersing James' insightful comments with appropriate "Ooh's" and "Aah's". Waiting for the battery to charge seemed to take a thousand years, although chatting with each other about what it could do replaced their boredom with swiftly growing excitement.

Two hours later, a soft buzz from the headset in the corner signified its charge was complete. Erik cheered, his sandy-blonde hair bouncing behind him, and even James couldn't suppress a soft whoop of excitement. Erik unplugged it and handed it to James with a flourish and a bow, who accepted it with a suitable stuffy speech. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he was so giddy with anticipation he felt he could match Erik's goofiness for once. The advertisement had promised unmatched realism, a luxurious fit, and cutting-edge, groundbreaking technology. Normally James would have discounted claims like that as corporate claptrap, but the headset fit so well he actually believed the rest of it.

Booting up the headset brought a perky, relaxing jingle in his ears and wall of settings text in his vision. He would have read it, but between his own excitement and Erik's infectious enthusiasm he left the settings on default and skipped to the main menu. The feedback for the buttons was amazing, it felt just like he was pressing down on them whenever he touched one! Another little jingle sounded as he confirmed his choices, and a few games and applications bubbled up into his view, imposed over a hot pink background.

"So Erik, what do you think I should try," James asked. "We've got a music player, interior design app, some sorta idle monster game, and a few RPG's." "Surely try out the RPG's man! You've gotta see that high-definition you were yammering about when we called." Erik's voice came back surprisingly muffled, as if he was speaking down a long tunnel. "Bro, I can barely hear you, the noise-cancelling on this headset's insane! It's like I'm in a world of my own!" James took a deep breath, recovering a little of his composure. "Alright, an RPG it is. Fantasy, sci-fi, or modern day?" "Go fantasy! You know we've both got a thing for elf chiiiicks. Hell, with the kind of feedback you were telling me about, you might even get to grab her" Erik's distant voice sounded playful, with a ting of desire and jealousy. And it did make James hard, at the thought of getting to look and squeeze and fondle some busty elf bitch, made entirely to his wishes~

To James' horror a quiet moan escaped his lips, accompanied by faint hysterical laughter from his friend. Brushing it off angrily, he slammed the icon for 'Silverflame: A Magical Journey' (the button felt like thick moss to his touch). Instantly a soft flute begun to play in his ears, accompanied by the gentle lull of a harp and a quiet sparkling. James felt himself relax, all the tension draining out of his body. Erik must have noticed too, because James heard his laughter die down to be replaced with a slightly concerned silence. "Don't worry man," James said, "music's just really pretty..." He trailed off with a slight giggle, but heard Erik give an affirmative just before a silky, sultry voice started to speak.

"Welcome traveler, to the beautiful world of Silverflame. An untamed paradise where strange beasts roam the land, noble adventurers go forth in search of treasure, and the most wonderful magic [James shuddered] is woven. You are the latest brave, beautiful heroine [Heroine? Shouldn't I get to choose my character's gender first?] to step foot into this land. But first, tell us a bit about who you really are."

Pink sparkles rained across the screen, superimposing his view of a vibrant meadow with a series of stats. Physique, IQ, Wisdom, and Charisma, fairly standard stuff. And next to it, a human man with a blank, slightly happy expression on his face [...did he look familiar?]. James gasped, he looked just like a real person! Erik was suitably impressed by this information, and urged him to pick some stats so he can get to the body modification. "You can always change them later man, might as well pick a couple of stats now and get a move on. Sounds like you're not gonna get to pick your gender for a while, which kinda sucks. Buuut if we're being horny about this, you might as well go for a slut scaffold so you make less changes later." James chuckled at this, remembering the build they discussed one night while both sloshed beyond belief. For this game it would be high Physique and Charisma, low IQ and Wisdom. James touched the slider for Physique, and gasped as he felt himself feel... better than he had in a long time.

Not trusting his senses any more, and worrying about Erik being exposed to whatever was happening from the other side of the headset, James brushed off his concerned questions (which he could barely hear now, past the soothing, soothing, music) and suggested he went to the toilet, since he'd been holding it in since he got here. Erik grumbled at missing out, but mercifully left. James was actively sweating from what just went through his body, but couldn't muster the energy or concentration to feel the level of panic he knew he should be. The music was just so, so calming, that fear was harder to feel than usual. The prompt told him he still had to change two more stats, so he decided to turn down Wisdom. He gasped again and his vision went blurry, and when it cleared he felt a bit, fuzzier? In the head. But it wasn't too bad, in fact it was perfectly manageable. He felt even calmer now, so maybe changing another stats would make him feel better. Why not IQ? He tapped the slider.

He groaned as an immense pressure wrapped around his brain. Thoughts, aspirations, memories felt like they were melting from his head faster than they appeared. The pressure seemed like it lasted forever, but eventually it trailed off and he was left panting in his chair. It had felt, really good? Like, tots good, even. James giggled to himself. Something was different about him, but he couldn't think what. Oh well, it'll probably come to him later. He squealed in delight as he realized he could get a step closer to the body modification page, although he looked longingly at the IQ slider. He could come back to it later, for now it was time to make his super-hot elf slut a body!

James clapped to himself with delight as a cute little melody played, a shower of sparkles spiraled [spiraled...] across the screen, and the man on the side moved to the center of the screen. "Firstly", the sultry voice said, "choose what race you want to be." That was an easy choice. He clicked on the 'Elf' button, and shivered as he felt tingles run through his body, intensifying in his ears. Reaching up to touch them, he inhaled as he felt long, pointed tips. In fact, his whole body seemed a bit slimmer. This doesn't quite feel right... he thought. Oh I know! It must be making me an elf too! Maybe we'll be in a party together! Between the strange fuzziness and the pulsating heat in his groin, James quickly flicked to the next page and made his choices. Long, silver hair, gorgeous big purple eyes, and some giant perky lips. "Combination unlocked!" the narrator exclaimed, "+1 Charisma, -1 Wisdom!" James giggled again as the mental fog settled a little tighter around his brain and naughty thoughts about cute girls and boys filled his brain. Boys? Well I guess I've never minded swinging both ways... This felt natural to him, because of course he'd always been bisexual. Next screen!

"Choose your voice young heroine," the woman commanded. James felt a little strange, like her voice was echoing around his head. And why were the sparkles still there, spinning and spinning around the screen. He felt confused, but knew he had to obey that voice. He picked the sexiest combination for his own voice; high pitched, breathy, perky. "Combination unlocked! +1 Charisma, -1 Int." He moaned as that wonderful pressure wrapped his brain and his weekend plans changed to eyeing hunks at the beach. Girls were cool and all, but men had always been more interesting to him [and their pulsing, hard...].

"Now heroine, can you tell me: Are you a girl, or a boy?" The question sent shock waves through his brain. He was a he... right? Why did it feel like there was some longing, some need to acknowledge the woman in him... her? The fog, the music, the spirals, all the feelings he had been having, James could hardly think. Maybe he should think less. Being a girl sounded fun, it's just a character after all. And he needed to be sexy. "Wonderful choice young lady! Now, are you a dominatrix, a super-switch, or a bimbo slut?" Bimbo slut~ James giggled as the words echoed in her brain. She was a bit of a slut, now that she thought about it. It felt odd to pick it, but why not for funsies? "Bimbo slut selected! Wonderful choice, just wonderful. Hold still while your stats are adjusted, and then we'll begin on giving you the perfect, sexy body you've always wanted."

The spirals filled her view and began increasing in speed. James was taken aback at first, but quickly felt oddly calm and receptive to that sultry voice.

"Physique +1, Physique +1, Physique +1." James felt wonderful, like every ache and blemish in his body had faded away.

"Wisdom -1, Wisdom -1." Thinking was fuzzy, but Jamella felt so content she didn't care.

"Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1. Charisma +1." Jamella gasped as visions of sexy men, pecs and abs and juicy, throbbing cocks filled her mind. A desperate heat filled her, and she began touching her groin against her will to try and ease it.

"IQ -1." She moaned, feeling light.

"IQ-1." Empty. She was so, wonderfully empty.

"IQ -1." This was like, so much funsies! She didn't know what was going on, but everything felt so nice~

"IQ -1. Congratulations Ella, you now have the 'Bimbo Slut' build."

Ella giggled absently. Thinking was like, so hard, and she felt like, so hard~. The fun spirals had disappeared... But the nice lady was talking to her again! With great effort, she listened in. "Now that your mental changes are complete, it's time for the physical changes!" Ella rubbed her thighs together and cheered in excitement. She couldn't wait to have more fun! "Unless you choose so now, the process will be au-to-ma-tic [...why was she using such big words?]. You can choose to take over at any time, or wait until the end and adjust as you please [...please. That word felt funny in her brain]".

"No user input detected. Body adjustment commencing."

A nice shiver went through Ella's body as she felt her headset warm against her face. Looking at the boring young man she'd begun to customize (her reflection, of course), she couldn't wait to begin! She sighed happily as waves of pretty silver hair drifted into her view and cascaded down her back. It felt especially nice against her smooth, soft skin, and she couldn't help but gently shake her head to watch it sway. A cool feeling brought her attention to her face, and the alluring amethyst eyes now set in it. Her face itself became much more elegant [but cutesy, too!], and she puckered her lips as a lovely pressure made them swell and bulge out, giving her a sexy and kissable pout [the boys'll love this look! boys~]. She felt herself shrink a few centimeters, gulping as her Adam's apple disappeared into her body. In fact, her whole body had become even more slender, with narrow shoulders, adorably small hands [pretty purple nails!], and a tiny little waist. She gasped, then clasped her hands over her mouth in delight. Her voice was so high and cutesy! She couldn't stop herself from giving out tiny, high-pitched giggles, just to hear how cute she was!

"Basic body structure altered. Adjusting outfit in preparation for primary and secondary sexual characteristics."

Ella ooh'ed appreciatively as a stream of sparkles enveloped her body. And when they disappeared, she squealed in delight! Her drab t-shirt and denim shorts were gone! In their place was a beautiful silver mini-dress that shimmered like starlight when she moved. She frowned in vexation, though. The plunging chest and shoulder-less design was very pretty, but her chest was flat! [shouldn't I have tiddies? The boys won't like me like this...] And the way it clung to her waist and hips would have been sexy, but as it was there was barely any difference between them! Her ass wasn't nearly big enough to justify how the dress cut off barely past it, and with how tight the fabric was Ella could see how achingly hard she was [wait, why do I have a cock? I'm supposed to get cock! In my mouth, in my ass, in my tight little pussy~]. It wasn't right!

"Thank you for your patience sweetie. Optimal figure calculated. Prepare for adjustment of sexual characteristics."

Ella let out a moan as a wave of heat and pleasure washed over her. With how horny she was she could barely keep her eyes open, but she knew she wanted to watch herself become the sexy little [cum] slut she was meant to be [I want it... I want to be~]. The heat settled in her hips, her ass, and her chest, and she moaned again as the changes begun.

Her nipples grew first, more than doubling in size and stiffening through the soft fabric of her dress. Tentatively touching them induced a gasp of pleasure [so nice~] and sent her rocking backwards. The motion made her giggle, because in that time she'd grown a cute pair of B-cup breasts that jiggled when she rocked. Jiggle makes me giggle. I like giggling. I like jiggling. Ella nodded thoughtfully to herself, feeling very wise. Her boobies grew to C-cups. She jiggled some more. She giggled some more.

A tightness around her hips distracted Ella from her tiddies. They were growing! She groaned as fabric and flesh tightened around them, too euphoric to feel pain. Sliding her hands from her waist to her hips made her squeal happily. She had such a sexy hourglass figure, she knew any girl worth her money would be jealous [and the boys would wanna hold me and squeeze me and fuck me raw]. Thighs thickening dramatically in response to her growth, she slapped her ass in impatience. Why won't it get bigger already!

But get bigger it did, swelling out in response to her touch. She fell forward as sheer pleasure blanketed her mind and weakened her knees. Squishing her boobies against the ground made her feel even nicer, until she was panting and moaning for somebody to help, to hit her again and make her bigger~

A slap landed on her booty, and she groaned in delight as it and her thighs swelled again. More. More! I NEED MORE! She moaned in ecstasy as blow after blow landed, making her swell and grow and grow and swell and feel so gooooood! Her tits inflated to D, then E-cups [good for the boys. I can jiggle so well for them~]. Her hips widened and thighs thickened, until she looked ridiculously large compared to her waist [ridicu... ridic... really, really sexy...] And her ass kept growing, and growing, and growing and growing and growing and growing! Tighter! Around my cock! Cock... I... oh~ Too... too... much! Too much! I'm~ I'm!

OooOOoOoOOooOoOoooOOOOOHHH~

Ella screamed in delight as she came, just cumming and cumming and cumming her tiny little brain out.

"Wisdom -1. IQ -1. Charisma +1. Charisma +1."

She was desperate, humping against the ground as the flow of cum abated from her cock. Everything she had been was flowing out of her messy stupid brain, and everything that she should be was coming in. Boys... Cock... Need fuck... Breed~ I'm such a dumb little cum slut~ She giggled to herself.

"Final adjustment required."

Ella stood up shakily, the bottom of her dress a cum-soaked mess. She squealed with delight as the mental fog settled even tighter and she felt an intense heat in her groin. She could see the tops of nipples trying to break free from her dress, and could feel the air drift over her ass, which had mostly escaped the fabric in her growth. So sexy. Hehe~ Boy can take me~ Don't even need dress off~ Thinking hard... Her ass and hips had pulled up so much fabric that her cock was visible now, deflating and still leaking from her orgasm, but she gasped in pleasure as it began rising up again. And, as she felt something long and hard brush her booty [cock? Boys? Fuck?].

A pressure like hands on her shoulders forced her to her knees, and she whimpered in desire as she felt an unseen cock touch her cheek. At the same time, something began intensely stimulating her own. She reflexively opened her mouth in a moan, but was cut off as she felt the cock shove inside [Feels~ Feels!].

All thought stopped.

Her mind was blank, full of pleasure and desire and happiness. Her cock felt good like it never had before, and the dick in her mouth tasted wonderful~ This was what Ella was made for, what she was meant to be. Feeling good, feeling sexy, feeling a pleasant emptiness that could only be filled with cock. Her haze reached a crescendo. Dimly she was aware of her own cries of ecstasy, muffled by the cock fucking her mouth and mind, as she came harder than she even had before. And as she came, her dick shrunk with each spurt until it went inside her [inside me!]. The cock withdrew from her mouth, filling her with a desperate longing. Emma moaned for her unseen hero, then gasped as she felt him once more. And blinked in surprise as the pretty meadow and her sexy reflection disappeared.

She was kneeling on the floor of an unfamiliar room. Shaking off a little of her confusion [don't need know much anyways...], she gasped as the tell-tale smell of pre-cum filled her nose. There was a man standing in front of her!

Sandy-blonde hair. Body like a surfer hunk! Naked. With a massive, sexy cock, dripping with her saliva and it's own juices. Ella moaned in desire, falling on all fours. Visibly trembling with lust, he tenderly cupped her cheek and slowly moved behind her.

Touching her with his [cock!].

Ever so gently, on the edge of her [...pussy!!!!]

He rammed inside her, and she screamed as an absolute feeling of rightness, of sexiness and pleasure and single-minded happiness rushed through her [MORE! HARDER! COCKKKK~]. Riding his dick she felt herself go into a trance, with nothing, absolutely nothing, disturbing her feelings. Ever. This was right. Ella moaned and surrendered to herself, drifting away on her lover's cock and mindless pleasure.

#hypnosis #tgtf #brain drain #breast expansion #hip expansion #ass expansion #hypnok1nk #bimboification #expansion #ally's kinks

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withwritersblock · 4 months

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5 foot 9

~5 Foot 9 by Tyler Hubbard~

Author's Note: short and sweet lol Summary: Cole finally speaks to the girl he sees every day. Word Count: 743 Cole Caufield x fm!reader

She was stunning. Every day since he moved into this apartment complex he’s seen her. A sundress covering her frame, even on the cold days in Montreal. It was always a ten second interaction. A polite smile as they pass each other in the lobby.

Her smile was intoxicating, so much so that Cole hasn’t stopped thinking about her. Which is why he is currently pacing in his apartment, he was ready earlier than normal. He was so excited to just meet her gaze and see her smile. He had a minute until he would leave to get the chance to see her.

Today, he was dressed nicer than how she normally would’ve seen them. He had a black undershirt and a dark teal suit. He switched his suit three times trying to decide which one would be perfect. Yet he was still ready earlier than normal.

He probably wasn’t even going to see her. It was Saturday night, she was probably getting ready to go out with friends.

He took a hold of his keys and left his apartment, locking it before he walked down the hall towards the elevator.

“C’mon,” he mumbled as the elevator was taking forever to reach the twelveth floor. The doors finally opened and he quickly stepped inside. Pressing the lobby button before he pressed to close the doors. He leaned against the back wall, watching the numbers slowly go down.

On the fifth floor the elevator doors opened and a beautiful girl wearing a Habs jersey with leather black pants stepped inside. He looked into her eyes, giving her the same polite smile that he’s always given her every time he saw her in the lobby. She always looked gorgeous in a sundress, but seeing her wear his team’s jersey lit a fire inside of him.

She spun around as she walked inside, Cole took note of Lehkonen on the back. It must’ve been an older jersey since he was with the Avs this season. She stood beside him closer than a normal amount of space allowed in an elevator.

Cole never noticed her height before, she was a couple inches taller than him, but the thought went out of his mind as quickly as it went in. He shifted his gaze towards her and she did the same thing.

“Habs fan?” he let out, the words shocked himself as she smiled.

“I’ve lived in Montreal for two years now,” she said with a southern accent, “Have yet to see a game,” she mumbled as she met his eyes.

“Two years? I’m a little hurt,” he explained, placing his hand to his chest. She chuckled a wide smile to her lips.

“I did get a jersey when I moved here, does that make you feel better?” she teased, her southern accent was bright and beautiful. A different sound then what he’s used to.

“It’s not mine, can’t say it does,” he turned his body towards her and raised his eyebrows as he pressed his lips together. She rolled her eyes playfully. “Lehky is a good player though. Good choice,” he said as the elevator doors opened. His eyes looked at the lobby, saddened to see the moment end so soon.

They walked out of the elevator side by side. “Oh darlin’ I know, my dad grew up in Montreal, he’s a die hard Habs fan,” she expressed. He smiled widely.

“So you knew who I was and never stopped to say hi or anything?” he asked with a teasing tone.

“I liked you being the pretty boy stranger in the lobby, not the Habs star player,” she explained while they walked through the lobby side by side.

“I almost didn’t recognize you without a dress on,” he said as he nervously shoved his hands into his pants pockets.

“Hockey arena’s are cold,”

“So is Montreal,” he said laughing. They reached the doors and the chilly Novemeber air hit the pair. She smiled widely.

“I guess that’s also true,” she explained as she stepped up towards the Uber waiting for her. “Good luck tonight, Cole Caufield,” she mumbled before she climbed into the backseat.

He stood still, a smirk on his lips as he watched the Uber drive away.

He finally spoke to the stunning girl in the lobby and he never caught her name.

His eyes widened, “Fuck,” he groaned, his mouth fell open. He never caught her name, “Idiot,” he muttered, gazing at the pavement.

#cole caufield #cole caufield x reader #cole caufield imagine #cole caufield fluff #montreal canadiens #nhl x reader #nhl imagines #nhl #nhl fic

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demon-prosecutor-milesedgeworth · 5 months

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Playing through Ace Attorney for the first time and I'm on the second game and I'm just deeply in love with how things that are essentially just gameplay features impact and interact with the world of the game. I'm not sure if this makes sense but like:

Mia Fey is, in terms of game play, basically just the tutorial. She's there to show the player how the game works and what buttons to press and give hints when the case gets complicated, but the decision to have her

A. become the next murder victim that Phoenix must investigate

B. continuing to show up as a sort of "hint" system in court, but also being a major part of the story (namely in Farewell, My Turnabout where she's the way to interact with Maya while she's kidnapped, and also her being tied to the concept of spirit mediums in general which are so important in a lot of the cases)

is like, SO GOOD because it just the world of the game feel so much more alive than just the gameplay functions that specific things are tied to.

The same thing is true for the magatama, in that, like, not only can the player see the chains and locks that appear, but it's made very clear that Phoenix himself is seeing the exact same thing and comments on it often. It's not just a gameplay feature for the benefit of the player, it's something that exists and is talked about in the world.

I feel like the way the tutorial works in the second game also fits into this category, because rather than just suck it up and go through the gameplay again for anyone that hadn't played the first game, they decided Phoenix had to be *hit on the head with a fire extinguisher* and lose all of his memories, and rather than tell anyone, realize he's a lawyer and then without even being fully aware of what his name is, still wins a trial.

This is such a long post already, but the writing of the games also seem so aware of what makes the game function well and then how to twist that to its advantage to make the game more interesting. Like, of course, starting out, Phoenix has to win all of his cases. All of his clients have to be found 'Not Guilty', or else the game wouldn't be satisfying, but then you reach the Matt Engarde, and Phoenix's belief in his client's innocence becomes a defining character trait instead of just something that is necessary for the game to function properly. All of his other clients have been innocent, so when the setup with Matt looks the same, of course he believes it.

Can you tell I like these games? I really like these games.

#phoenix wright #ace attorney #mia fey #maya fey

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shima-draws · 2 years

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OKAY I’ve been playing for a couple hours now and here are some thoughts

-I LOVE that they actually give you time to hang out with the starters and bond with them and see what their personalities are like before you get to pick one. That was really neat

-They were right! This game really do Open World RPG! I haven’t even gotten to the school yet I’ve been too busy running around the map for two hours

-Not sure how I feel about items in the field literally having a neon light showing where they are from a mile away. Kinda defeats the whole purpose of open world if the items are too easy to find. The novelty of “treasure hunting” is gone because of this

-MIRAIDON REALLY DO BE LIKE TOOTHLESS FOR REAL…

-I’m going to kick Arven’s ass if he even LOOKS at Miraidon the wrong way. “Oh this Pokemon is too hard for me to deal with so I’m abandoning it and shoving all of the responsibilities I had caring for it onto you” OH YEAH?? Alright asshole I’ll take it off your hands CLEARLY it was so difficult for you to take care of a living breathing creature that also happens the be the coolest looking motherfucker on this side of the continent. Your loss

-Ohhh the clipping is so bad! It’s so bad! If I rotate the camera too far in my own house I just get a black screen! Yikes 💖

-The concept of being in battle and still being able to see Pokemon doing their own thing in the background is REALLY neat? Like life just moves on around you while you’re duking it out with another trainer. I know we had a specific saying for this when I was in school for animation but I forget what it was exactly RIP anyway just the whole organic. Breathing life into the game kinda thing.

-APPARENTLY WE CAN’T GO INTO OTHER PEOPLE’S HOUSES ANYMORE???? Like that’s one of Pokemon’s staple features throughout ALL the generations, we’re allowed to barge into random people’s homes. At the very least the first town had all their doors locked so all the houses were off limits. I was VERY upset

-The graphics may be janky as all hell but the story is really intriguing so far!! I wanted to cry bc the scene of us rescuing Miraidon really gave me HTTYD vibes. This game is just HTTYD in disguise we are all Hiccup taming and training our Toothless

-Standing on the beach before battling Nemona just gave me a HUGE rush of nostalgia bc it had very very big PMD2 vibes

-The controls for Legends Arceus are ingrained in my brain so I keep pressing buttons and getting confused when they do something different. LMAO

-I’m sorry I don’t like that the Pokemon Centers are outside now;; it just feels Wrong. Like clearly this was some cool edgy thing they wanted to try but I in fact hate it :-/

-THE PLAYER CUSTOMIZATION THING IS SOOOO SICK. The fact we get to customize SO much and at the very beginning of the game is awesome. Props to Nintendo for this I’m really glad they included so many options and right at the start so we don’t have to actually UNLOCK customizing what we look like

-Nemona is just Ash Ketchum but Girl and I love her

-And, most importantly:

#Pokemon #Pokemon SV spoilers #Pokemon Scarlet and Violet #Shima speaks #Miraidon #Pokemon Violet #Long post

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baeddel · 11 months

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long post abt accessability in games, DMC3, DS1, and control schemes

games like God of War or Devil May Cry can be inaccessible because they have inputs which require button mashing, which is difficult for someone with arhritis or other problems that affect their hands and wrists. but these inputs are generally not required to beat the game; you have a lot of options, so you can just avoid using any move that's too difficult. the main issue is that these games become more demanding the further into the game you want to go; keeping a combo going in DMC requires a very high apm and use of the entire controller, so a person with a motor disability will hit a wall eventually.

this is a design problem which i think is difficult to analyze. DMC starts from a very unique design—it has a huge number of moves, almost all of which are accessible out of neutral rather than hidden at the end of an attack string—which it has to pay for by using a large number of unique inputs (forward + attack, back + attack, forward then back + attack, hold shoot to charge, hold devil trigger to charge [charges can be buffered]). it introduces a lot of complexity, but it's actually less complexity right away than other action games; instead of having to memorize a long list of complicated strings (cf. Bayonetta's Punch, Punch, Kick, Kick, pause, Kick, which is different from Punch, Punch, Punch, Kick, Kick, pause, Punch [click]—have fun with those!), you can learn attack, shoot, devil trigger, then forward attack, hold shoot... etc., one at a time, and mix them into your play and find out when they're good. its combo system is not just complex but also discoverable; players can try out how its different pieces fit together without opening the movelist.

but once a player already knows all the moves, the game starts to ask more and more out of them. not only do you want to use all of the inputs one after the other very fast (try jump cancelling Beowulf's Killer Bee into another Killer Bee for the first time—pretty tough, right? and all you're pressing there is X and △! the inputs get harder!), but since your charge moves can be buffered, you also want to hold O and L1 to charge your shot and devil trigger for when you might need them, and you might also want to lock-on by holding R1. when watching a really good player playing with an input viewer it's not uncommon to see every single button on the controller light up at the same time. doing that stuff is really fucking hard.

so far we don't have any problems; it's a picture perfect picture of a system that's 'easy to use, hard to master,' right? but because the thing thats hard to do in this case is input a lot of buttons at once on a physical controller, we've just frozen out any players with hand/wrist problems or motor issues from high level play, at least without adapting the game somehow. this is a problem that's difficult to predict, difficult to foresee, and difficult to design around; i don't see how you could fix it without making DMC a completely different game than what it is.

so if you started from the premise of designing a game that was accesisble to people with hand/wrist and motor issues (including suckers like me who played a bunch of high apm games like DMC and Runescape and fucked up their wrist), you'd have to come up with something pretty different at a very fundamental level.

this is why Dark Souls is, in a lot of ways, a VERY ACCESSABLE action game. what do i mean? its control scheme is extremely simple. once you press every button on the controller you've learned everything you're going to learn about it (apart from one very non-obvious hard-coded universal cancel, but don't worry about it). all you have to do is dodge or block the other's guys attack and then hit him with yours.

there's a lot of ways that DeS/DS1 approached the action genre differnetly to other games, but right now i'm only going to highlight one: the kind of 'questions' DS is asking its player. if you think about DMC, what is DMC trying to get the player to do? while you can beat the game with one or two simple combos, the system is obviously made in a way that encourages freedom and flexibility, and the game has systems to reward long, varied combos (the 'style' rating). and that's all it wants you to do (apart from in a couple of levels where they want you to do platforming—ugh!). to accomplish this, they lock you in a room with some enemies and only let you out when you beat them all.

in Demon's Souls the main thing they want you to do is navigate complicated dungeons that are full of traps; some levels have mazes in them, and lots of traps kill you instantly. it's similar to Kings Field, which its a spiritual successor to, but it's also similar to other early 3d RPGs: Deathtrap Dungeon, Die by the Sword, Dungeon Lords... (in one interview Miyazaki said part of his job was to play a bunch of 'open world RPGs' for research, and i imagine that included some of these old, weird games; the first dungeon in Dungeon Lords has a rafter-walking section with projectile-shooting enemies, chain-pulley mechanical elevators and highly damage-resistant slimes). they also want you to kill enemies. but the game never forces you to kill these enemies; you're never locked in a room until you kill all the enemies, and enemies never have items that are necessary to progress in the level. enemies are just one obstacle among others. consequently, enemy encounters are designed in a certain way that makes avoiding them difficult and approaching them complex. an enemy that throws firebombs will stand at the top of a long, narrow staircase, forcing you to dodge them on the way up; two enemies will stand behind a doorway and, if you run in blindly, will both attack you from behind. things like that. it was hard to avoid enemy encounters in Demon's Souls because the levels involved suffocatingly narrow corridors and the enemies followed you forever. but it was possible and sometimes desirable. in DS1 running by enemies is often preferable and, with foreknowledge of the level, always possible. it's also a lot easier as enemies don't follow you very far anymore (this change was patched into the game after release).

running and jumping both consume stamina, as do dodging, blocking, and attacking. getting hit costs hitpoints, and falling off a ledge costs all your hitpoints. both aspects of the game (navigation and combat) use all of the same resources, and engaging in combat is generally one of a few options the player has to navigate an area. it is, a lot of the time, by far the easiest option, but most players will find a few areas that they hate enough to always run through. one of the messages players can leave to each other is 'try dashing through.' the game rewards you for killing enemies by giving you souls and loot drops, but it also punishes you for making mistakes by leaving you down on resources—less health, fewer estus, and fewer spellcasts—so the best thing to do at any given time is difficult to analyze.

the questions DS is asking its players, therefore, is to familiarize themselves with the level, come up with a plan, conserve their own resources and make it out with the loot. at lower levels of play the game is mostly about succeeding at lots of combats and navigating lots of traps over a long distance without making too many small mistakes. then, at high levels of play, the gameplay is mostly about movement, exploiting the game's verticality and taking advantage of holes in the enemy placement. but the change from low to high levels of play mostly takes place in the mind of the player, not their hands; they understand the levels better, they are better able to respond to things which were previously unpredictable to them, and they have more confidence in their ability to do what is needed of them.

so our game not only starts off very accessible to players with hand/wrist or motor problems, but it finishes there too. although, i've gone a little too far: the player's hands will change a bit as they improve at the game. like Monster Hunter, the best way to play Dark Souls is to have a claw grip in both hands; the thumbs should operate the analogue sticks, the index finger should operate the d-pad (for toggle escales, the universal cancel i mentioned, as well as changing spells) and the face buttons (for rolling, using items, interacting with doors and items), and the remaining digits manipulating the shoulders/triggers (for attacks, blocks and parries). while running, you want to hold L1 (block) so you can roll (circle) out of a run without jumping. this might be hard for you depending on your condition, but i don't think it's that much worse than holding a controller the regular way.

anyway, the point is this: you might want to think about making your game accessible not just to the general player with disabilities, but to the 'hardcore' player with disabilities. do you want disabled people to not only beat your game, but be really good at it? how would you design systems to accomodate that? i've talked about hand/wrist and motor issues here because it's what i was thinking about (and some games, like Runescape, aren't really accessible to me anymore thanks to my wrists, at least in the way i used to play them), but there are other disabilities you could probably design around. imagine a player who has CFS or ADHD in a way that keeps them from practicing consistently; could you make a game that is rewarding for such a player to try and get really good at nonetheless? Runescape (conceived of competitively, ie. racing to the leaderboard &c) was good for players with certain kinds of disabilities and neurotypes since it required a huge amount of time and dedication, it really rewarded being unemployed, LOL. but what if there was a game that somehow rewarded inconsistency? who knows...

anyway, i'm saying how i tend to think about it as a rebuttal to the way i see most people talk about accessibility in games, which is merely playing games. thus Dark Souls can be criticized for being difficult for a new player to complete, for example. but this always struck me as a bewildering way to talk about games. plenty of disabled people don't just want to complete games, they want to be good at them. and disabled people can and do become good at games and compete and win at them. so the question for me is not so much 'how do i make a game someone with this disability could play?' but 'how do i make a game someone with this disability would want to master?'—a game which doesn't create headaches for them, which works with rather than against them, and which they actually enjoy at all levels of play.

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onlymingyus · 9 months

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Do Re Mi (70;teen Collab Teaser)

pairing; wen junhui x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff

warnings; unprotected sex, breeding kink, wife!reader, husband!jun, talk about having a baby, fingering, crying, mild dacryphilia, marking, scratching, cumplay

w/c; 4k and some change (570 ~ this teaser)

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a/n; hope you enjoy. this is my fic for the 70s:teen collab, please make sure you read all the other amazing fics on the masterlist! thank you to @onlyhuis and @wonwussy for proofreading.

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Laughing, Jun washes the soap from his hands and dries them before lifting his arms and turning in his embrace to face you. With a smirk on his face, he goes as far as to bite on his bottom lip and shrug his shoulders.

He was your ground in this chaotic world and right now this was all that mattered. Shaking your head you take a step back towards the living room causing him to laugh as you sway your hips to the music playing low on the record player. It was different from before. This was music for slow dancing, music for lovers.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

Jun smiles brightly when a smile spreads across your pretty face. It didn’t matter how tired he was. Your smile was like a shot of vitamin c injected right into his veins.

“Maybe. I got good vibes about things lately. I’m thinking you should take me to bed,..”

His smile only falters for a moment as Jun licks his lips, his brows furrowing at your words. You made it hard for him to keep his cool around you. It didn’t matter if you two had been married for two years or twenty…Jun felt it in his soul you were going to keep him on his toes.

“You sayin’...”

It’s when you nod, your footstep still walking the two of you backwards closer to the bedroom that Jun’s breath hitches in his throat. The two of you had talked about starting a family a hundred times but the financial situation was never right. It still wasn’t in Jun’s mind… but you saying what you had, Jun couldn’t think about anything else.

A gasping laugh finds your lips when Jun moves quickly picking you up in his arms. Your hands on his shoulders, you kick your legs only to stop when you feel his lips press against the rising fabric of your shirt. A short huff of breath escapes him and you find yourself suddenly furrowing your brows. Your fingers running through his hair as he takes the last few steps through the door to your shared bedroom to lay you on the bed.

Your fingers still threading through your husband’s soft locks, you find your eyes closing to the feeling of his lips finding purchase on your skin as his fingers gently work the button of your jeans loose in the dimly lit room. The only sounds are that of your soft moans, panting breaths, and his strategic kisses that seem to mesh with the music from the living room.

Lifting your hips to the feeling of Jun’s fingers pushing against your hips, you smile finally looking down at him in the low light to find his eyes on you. He had a way about making you feel shy by doing something so simple. Just his eyes on your face as he worked your jeans over your thighs, his breath fanning over your abdomen was enough to cause your cheeks to feel like you were standing too close to an open flame.

“Jun…”

Now he was smiling at your tiny whimper of his name. God, you were like a dream. How had he landed you, Jun would never understand, but he counted his blessings each and every day and especially any chance he had the privilege to between your thighs.

“What is it, little bird? You sound so pretty tonight.”

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#jun smut #junhui smut #seventeen smut #svthub #svt smut #svthub.collab #jun fluff #junhui fluff #seventeen fluff #svt fluff

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xxaraaq · 7 months

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𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩

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Sypnosis | Kyojuro is what they call a 'team player'. What would they do if they found out he was fucking his boss?

wc | 5.1k

cw | unprotected sex, office sex, power dynamic ig, cursing

Rengoku x black reader

A\N | I hope y'all enjoy, this is unedited btw.

If you asked anybody what kind employee Rengoku was, they would say nothing but the best about him. How he was the most understanding, reliable guy there was out there. And it’s true! He’s always there when someone needs him to be, helping them before they could even get a chance to ask. He was just the guy you came to with your problems. And he was proud to have that role.

You, on the other hand, are not that person. As the building manager, you don’t hesitate to shoo anyone away if you think their question is even remotely a waste of your time. You wouldn’t call yourself cruel though, more like firm. You didn’t take bullshit, and that was one of the main reasons why your building was one the best in the chain. Everyone knew it, that’s why they kept their mouths shut when you ran things the way you did. You ruled with an iron first and high standards – which is why you still don’t understand why you would let him crack your facade the way he did.

He was only supposed to walk you to your car, a simple common courtesy. But then it escalated, and he ended up fucking you in the parking lot, making you scream his name so loud he had to cover your mouth as he gave you the best backshots of your life in the back of your Subaru Outback.

You didn’t fail to tell him that it was only a one-time thing – which was obviously a lie – but he just shook his head yes, knowing that you would be back for more soon enough as he waved you bye as you sped away.

Less than a week passed by before you demanded him to come to your office after his shift to clear up some mistakes he made on his paperwork. He walked with a bit more of a hop in his step than he usually did as he opened the door to your spacious office. He’s never gotten a good look at it, being able to count his fingers the amount of times he’s been you. “Close the door and lock it.” You say, not taking your eyes off your computer as you type away at whatever has your attention. “You called me here, boss?” He asks, coy tone lacing his voice. “Don’t talk like you’re a saint, it’s not very flattering on you.” You say, pushing away from your desk to stand.

He can already feel his erection tighten against his pants, and it turns him on even more. Truth is, he’s wanted to fuck you since he his work day in the department. From the way your breasts would try to fight their would out of your button up to the your very presence commands everyone's attention when you, everything about you turned him on.

You loosened his tie once you got to him, hands practically moving on their own as you held eye contact. His hands came up to your waist, pulling you flush to his chest. “You gonna kiss me, pretty boy? Or are you gonna stare at me like some lost puppy?” Not one second later, his lips smash into yours as he backs you up against the oak desk. You moan into his mouth as he delves under your pencil skirt to stroke your clothed clit. You unbutton his shirt as he swipes whatever papers happen to be in his way onto the ground before hastily setting you on top of it.

He wastes no time in pulling your skirt and stockings down, throwing them halfway across the room. He presses light kisses up along your thighs before spreading them apart to reveal your already soaking cunt. “Barely even touched you yet and you're already so wet.” He uttered, licking a straight line up your folds, eliciting a borderline desperate groan as you rested your weight on your elbows. He sucks and licks at your clit and folds as you push him head further into your now sopping pussy. You could cum right now at the sight of Rengoku holding you legs in the legs as he tongue fucks you. It brung out some deep part of you who loved to see a man on his knees to pleasure you. You thrusted upwards into his face as your core starts to tighten. “Fuckkkk, m’gonna cumm.” You whine, legs shaking against his frame. He pushes your legs to open them wider, pushing as he pulls your hips in the air. Your cum with fervor, hand coming up to massage your puffy nipples. “O-hhhh shitttt.” You wailed, eyes rolling back into your skull. He sucked and kissed until you pushed his head away in overstimulation. “It’s too much.” You writhe away from his grasp as he sets you back down. You’d almost forgotten what effects he had on your body, the overwhelming pleasure he so easily gives you. “I’m not done with you yet.” He says, licking you slick off his fingers and slick. “I’d hope not, I don’t think I could find another guy on such short notice.” You sarcastically responded, still catching your breath.

“Y’know, you and that smart mouth of yours are really gonna get you in trouble one day.” He mutters, leaving a trail of hickeys as he kisses down your neck. You sigh in content, letting your finger waft through his fiery locs as he unzips his pants. You were caught by surprise when he suddenly lifted you into the air as if you weighed a feather. “You're gonna be good and quiet for me right?” He asks, lining himself up to your entrance. You nod, and he tasks in disapproval. “M’ gonna have to hear you say it ok?” He says, teasing your slit with his leaky tip. “I’ll be quiet.” You whimper, clasping your arms around his neck as he thrusts up into you. He lets out a guttural groan as he bottoms out. You yelp at the sheer size of him. He bounces you up and down on his girth as you babble out in fucked out bliss. “So fuckin tight.” He says, eyes darkening in lust as he rutted into your swollen cunt. All you could do was hold on as he used your body like a fleshlight. “You gonna cum on my dick?” He asks, and you can sense something primal hidden behind his words. “Yesss, I want it s’badd.” You sob, crying out as he speeds up. “Nobody’s stoppin you, go ahead baby.” You obey his words, shock waves rolling down your body as you cum with shaking legs.

He grunts, carnal desire ripping as he follows suit. He sloppily thrust up more to ride out both of your orgasms, before gently setting you down on your desk. “You ok?” He asks, pushing a hair out of your face. “Are you ok? A second ago you were fucking me like a madman.” You say, eyeing him up and down. He just laughs, which confuses you even more. “You got some problems.” You whisper under your breath, leaning back to assess your office. Stray papers everywhere, room smelling like sex, and desk disorganized.

It was a mess, a mess you would a million time over, but still a mess nonetheless.

-Nene

#nene #x black reader #x reader #kny fanfic #kny #kny x reader #kny smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #rengoku x black reader

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pashminalamb · 2 years

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𝕊ℙ𝕀ℂ𝕐 𝕍𝕀𝔻𝔼𝕆 ℂ𝔸𝕃𝕃 : 𝔸 𝕊𝔼ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊

ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣 : 𝕀𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 ℝ𝕚𝕟

ଘ Rin is 24 and a professional player. Reader is a corporate worker and works in an office, she is 23.

ଘ Synopsis : things go south when Rin decides to video call you. Sequel to this

ଘ Warnings : NSFW, MDNI, Minors do not interact.

ଘ Tags : Dom! Rin (kinda mean), sub!bratty! fem reader, nudity, voyeurism, masturbation, mutual masturbation, video calls, nicknames (calling the reader puppy), nipple play, use of toys, leaving rin high and dry, calls for part 2.

ଘ Word count : 1.7k ; Status : unedited, mistakes will be corrected when I re- read this

ଘ Note : I'll be doing a list of characters from Blue lock with this series. There isn't a tag list for this. (Spoiler for the next : caller is nagi)

ଘ Do not copy, repost, alter, edit or translate any of my works.

ଘ Reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated !! Happy reading ahead

The phone illuminated with the ringtone of it echoing within the walls, you groaned, turning your face towards the night table that was on the side of the bed. Squinting at the light you made out the words from the blinding screen.

‘Call from Rin.’ with the red button for declining the call and the green for taking it. Looking at your clock, the neon green read ; 2 : 07 am.

Rubbing the side of your head from your sleep, you groaned, sliding your finger across the screen to take the call. Blinking at the screen you watched as Rin came into the picture, shirtless with his teal eyes narrowing at the screen. Yawning from your disturbed slumber, you heard Rin speak.

“Did I disturb you?” “Not anymore.” you responded, sitting upright in your (his) oversized shirt and panties.

“Hm… the seven hour difference between home and here is a hassle.”

“And there is a reason for you to use the world clock, Rin.”

“Thought you’d be up cause some days you have work nights. Wasn’t expecting you to be home.” he said, shuffling in bed, taking the phone up so you could have a view of him. Despite the lack of sleep, you felt the heat rush to your cheeks as you took in the sight of his half naked body while the other half was hidden away in the folds of his sheets.

Must have been going to bed.

“Were you about to go to bed?”

“Mhm.”

“It’s only seven…ish there.” you said, eyes turning away. Reaching over to the bottle of water, you felt the oversized shirt fall from your shoulder, revealing the strap and peek of your bra. Taking the bottle and placing it between your legs, your eyes snapped back to the screen, this time with Rin watching you intently, placing the phone on the headboard of his bed while he laid on his stomach, his arms crossed in front of him; making his biceps more pronounced and the muscles of his shoulder and back come into view.

“Yeah… it’s seven-ish here.” he retorted, eyes half lidded as he watched you squirm from his display.

“So… what did you do today?” you asked, unscrewing the cap taking a gulp of water. Tilting his head to the side, Rin laid his chin on his arm, batting his eyes with a cold stare as he watched your neck while you swallowed water.

“Worked out, press conference, practiced matches, hit the sauna, stretched, dinner, showered and got into bed.”

“Aren’t you tired from all that?” “I wanted to see you.”

Oh.

That was new. You could feel a ghost of a smile on your lips, thinking about the time where it was difficult for the both of you to communicate. Seeing that you had come this far, made your heart flutter.

Maybe distance did make the heart grow fonder.

“Is that my shirt?” he asked, eyes narrowing at the gray colored shirt that hung loosely to your body.

Looking down at the neck that hung lower, displaying your cleavage, you tugged the cloth from behind, pulling it closer to the lower column of your neck.

“I… uh… Its comfortable to sleep in.” you said stuttering over being caught.

“Take it off.”

What.

“What?” you asked, eyes blinking at the screen.

“You heard me. It’s mine. Take it off.” Rin said, eyes narrowing at your figure on the other side of the screen.

Since when did he become so possessive over his things?

“Alright… give me a minute and I’ll be back-”

“No. Do it right here and right now.” he commanded, interrupting you.

“But-” you tried protesting.

“No. In front of me.” he said with finality in his voice, leaving no room for arguments or protests. There were times when you had borrowed Rin’s clothing… but it had never come to the point where you had a heated man demanding his things back, often choosing to give in and ignore it or let you have your way with his things since he could care less about it and buy himself another.

Was it because you had not asked him permission? Placing the phone at a decent height, on the nightside table, you took the shirt off, placing it on his side of the bed.

“There. It’s off now. Are you happy? God, I can’t believe you are such a big baby over a stupid shirt.” you said, rolling your eyes, taking the phone close to your face, letting only a sliver of your collarbones be seen at the base of the screen.

“Show me.”

You swore you had choked on your spit from the bold statement Rin made.

“What?” you reconfirmed, hoping that you had not heard right.

“You heard me. I asked you to show me. And when did I say you could move your phone?” Rin asked, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips curling into a mean sneer as he clicked his tongue. Getting up from bed, he had taken the sheets along with him, covering the lower half of his torso. You watched as he placed the phone as the foot of the bed, his thigh and legs exposed while his center was hidden by bunched up sheets, his abs flexing under the soft light of the lamp that was near him, the slow and steady heaving of his chest from his breathing and the tilt of his head to the side, bringing his arms to cross over his chest, making his biceps bulge and the veins of his arms to come into view.

You felt your thighs rub against each other, eager to relieve the ache from not being satisfied with nothing but your fingers over the last three weeks.

“Show me.” he said, his voice taking a sultry turn that urged you on. Hiding your face to the side, you placed your phone on the headboard, shifting positions to sit on the other side of it.

“Such pretty tits.”

It wasn’t long until he demanded more of you.

“Grab the headphones.” Rin said, putting his own into his ears. You leaned forward, grabbing the discarded headphones that were near the pillow.

“Touch them for me.” You watched as he licked his lips and leaned his back and head against the headboard of the bed, displaying more of him with the sheets falling lower than his v lines, exposing a bit of the happy trail with a hardon that could hardly be concealed by the sheets.

“Did you not hear what I said, puppy?” he asked, clicking his tongue in annoyance, causing your head to snap to him.

“I said, touch your nipples.”

Biting the bottom of your lip, you leaned back, one hand supporting your weight while the other toyed with your nipple. Using the tips of your fingers, you teased the bud, drawing out sighs as you closed your eyes, imagining what it would be like to have Rin.

“I want you to twist it. Pull it hard till it hurts.” he said, a hand reaching into the tresses of his sheets, squeezing the tip of his cock with his index and thumb, making a ring as precum seeped out.

Taking his command, you did as he was told, drawing out subtle moans causing your panties to become drenched from the amount of teasing you had done to yourself.

God the things he did to tantalize you.

“Enough.”

You whined, opening your eyes to the man who steadily stroked his now exposed dick in front of you.

“I want you to touch yourself for me.” heavy breaths as his fingers moved up and down his now exposed member.

“Get those fingers nice and wet. I want to see you lap your tongue around them as if they were mine.”

Nodding, you took two digits to your lips, lightly teasing the tip of it before pushing it into your mouth. Lapping the tongue around your digits, you licked at the tip of them before reaching to the base of it, bobbing your head back and forth moaning around the feeling of it.

This was sure to tease him as much as he did you.

“Draw them out and touch your clit.”

Pulling your panties to the side, you obeyed, touching the sensitive bud lightly, exposing yourself as much as possible.

“It’s not fair.” you whined.

“What isn’t?” he asked, moaning lightly through the headphones on your ears.

“I haven’t asked you anything, yet you are quite demanding this evening.” you said, stopping your hand in the middle of your teasing, closing your legs together as the expression from Rin’s face fell from a stare to a cold one.

“I won’t be doing anything until you satisfy me, Rin.” you said. You were well aware of the consequences of your actions but there was a compromise for disturbing your sleep and thinking that he was having his way with you.

Rin grit his teeth in annoyance.

Seems like you were going to choose being a brat rather than being pleasured.

“I swear when I come there, I will take you over my knee.”

“The last time I checked, you needed to get yourself off. I on the other hand-” you said, pulling a draw while putting your (his) discarded shirt on once more, taking out the vibrator and switching it on, “have this.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” he growled, hands fisting into the sheets out of anger and betrayal, teal eyes turning dark at your threat.

“As a matter of fact… I very well can.” you said cockily, taking the vibrator and placing it against your nipple, moanin, tempting him.

“The red button is riiiiight there” you said with an evil smirk, finger hovering over the screen while Rin watched you.

“Acting like a brat are we?” he asked, clicking his tongue. Giggling at his furrowed eyebrows, you watched as his lips curled up into a snarl.

“If you push that button, I will not take to treating you kindly.” he said, glaring into the camera. You watched as his jaw clenched, his boner standing tall beneath the sheets, his eyes never wavering, staring right into the camera.

“We’ll see about that.” you retorted, pressing the red button.

You felt chills run down your back at what you had just done. There were times when you were a brat with Rin, but you had never pushed it this far especially when he was at a distance. You had pleasured yourself a bit before you switched off the vibrator, dropping it onto the floor, reminding yourself to clean it the next morning when you woke up, unaware of the text that lit up your screen while you slept.

“My puppy better be ready for her punishment.”

*attached two pictures* - Itoshi Rin.

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yaksha-lover · 10 months

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HI HI HELLO HI IM!!! FROTHING!! AT!!! THE!! MOUTH!!!!! IVE HEARD OF A DDLC TYPE DEAL WITH MALLEUS BEFORE BUT IVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE TALK ABOUT IT ANY DEEPER THAN LIKE AS A CONCEPT. DO YOU HAVE ANY THOUGHTS??? ANY THOUGHTS FOR THE POOR AND THE NEEDY????? I WANT TO HEAR ALL ABOUT IT I LOVE HORROR AND OBSESSION AND EXISTENTIALISM THERES SO!!! MUCH!!! TO!! UNPACK!!!!

YESS so these thoughts are going to be very scattered because I haven’t fully thought it out, but I wanted to share them anyway!!

Ok, so you know how in ddlc, part of Monika’s anguish is the fact that she’s not even an option for the player to choose. I feel like that works well with the whole ‘Malleus doesn’t know twst isn’t a dating sim’ thing. Like, imagine Malleus starting to become aware and realizing that the only place it’s even possible for him to get genuine love and connection is with the player. Except - twst is only a visual novel.

No matter how much he tries to be extra kind to the player, to get them to notice him - none of it matters, because there is no option for him to be loved back. The player is constricted by the few and far between dialogue options, and barely any interactions with him compared to say, Ace and Deuce.

He tries to be patient, but more and more it eats away at him. He needs to be chosen by the player, he can’t accept being alone anymore when an opportunity is right in front of him. At first he’s satisfied by appearing more in the other books, by becoming the player’s friend.

Then, he’s entirely left behind in book 6. Again, he isn’t an option. Well, he doesn’t care. He’ll make himself an option. The next time you log in, a new event seems to have started.

It’s a dating sim event! At first, you’re super excited that they decided to do some fan service. Then, strange things begin happening. You try to complete Leona’s route, but after pausing midway, you log back in and suddenly, he isn’t an option anymore. It’s strange, but there is a notice of a bug in the game, so you dismiss it. The only routes left are Vil and Malleus, so you decide to go with Vil. Except, the button won’t press. Every time you try to choose Vil, Malleus’ route automatically starts. Eventually, you give up and close the game, tired of all the bugs.

Meanwhile, Malleus is practically heartbroken. He’s never had the option to even try and talk to you like he’s wanted to all this time. He thought you felt the same, that your friendship and all the times he came to Ramshackle meant something. Apparently not. Apparently, even if he is a choice, you’ll choose the others again and again.

It isn’t right. Why can’t he ever be your choice? Don’t you realize, you’re the only one who can love him?

He knows he’s only a character and that you’re real, but it shouldn’t matter. His feelings for you are real too. Is he destined to be doomed to loneliness, locked in this short frame of story where he’s been programmed to be the outcast?

He was practically designed by the creators to love you, and yet, no matter what he does, you seem unreachable.

The next time you log in, Malleus is waiting for you. Not in an event and not in the main story, but as the only thing left in the app. He stands on the home screen, having deleted all the other buttons on the page. He starts talking to you, telling you that he’s known the whole time that he’s a character and you’re the player of a game. That it doesn’t matter, because you’re real to him. Even if you aren’t exactly Yuu, it’s always been you, behind the screen. He’s willing to make his plea to you, if only you’ll listen.

Side note, I imagine he’d have a similar breakthrough to Monika if you talked to him enough about how what he’s doing is wrong. Even if he tries to remember that Lilia, Silver, and Sebek are only game files, he can’t help but love them anyway, and wouldn’t want them to disappear.

He’d also realize that it’s wrong to force you to love him, no matter how much he wants it. He knows that’s not genuine love, and that it wouldn’t feel good for him either because he wants someone to love and accept him.

All in all, would probably reset things himself once he’s reasoned with, might even delete himself from the game once he sees what he’s done.

#tw: yandere #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #malleyuu #twst #twisted wonderland

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meameagirl · 1 year

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Music | Patrick Mahomes x Reader

Summary: Just before the game you see Patrick by himself listening to music and smiling.

word count: 629

Warning: None

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You and a few cheerleaders got to the Nissan Stadium in Nashville a few hours early before the game started between the Chiefs and the Titans.

You were always an early bird when it came to the important things. Like cheering for the team you have always been a fan of. Thank your dad for moving to Kansas City when you were ten.

You and the girls were practicing the cheers that y’all was doing for today's game in a few hours. Y’all been at it for at least a good hour. When you finally think it time for a good break.

“Okay girls, y’all can keep at it but I need a good few minutes break.” They all nod at you as you walk off to grab your bottle of water.

While taking a sip of your water you notice one the player was sitting on the other side of the field listening to music and watching the cheerleaders doing their thing.

When you look at the person well, you realize it was Patrick Mahomes. He was almost like you. An early bird when it comes to important things. And for him. Every game is important.

You look over at the girls before looking back at him. Finally you think “Might as well, me and him never really talk.” After you walk over to him.

It didn’t take him long before he noticed you walking to him. He smiled at you and nodded his head. Gosh does he have to have the perfect smile.

When you got in front of him, he pulls his headphones on his neck. “Hello Miss Sunshine. Why are you here at almost nine in the morning!” You only roll your eyes.

You say next to him. “You know Mahomes, I could ask you the same question.” He chucked. “Please call me Patrick, we are not strangers.” The time he does speak to you, he is always nice and for some reason he doesn't like us calling him by his last name.

You look down and see his phone in his hands. You point at it. “What are you listening to?” He looks down at it before looking at you. “Come find out.”

He moves close to you and puts his headphones on your head. You look over at him. As he pressed the play button. And the song that was playing was My Moment by DJ Drama.

You let out a giggle as he smiled. You remember him saying once during an interview what songs he listened to before a game and this one was one of them he said.

You pull the headphones off and set them on your lap. “Is this a song that gets you pumped up before a game?” He locked his phone. “It is one of them, I have a few but this one I always come back to. What about you Sunshine?”

You think for a few minutes before shrugging. To be honest I don’t really know. Most of the time , a random song comes on and I just listen to that before we go out and cheer.”

Before any of y’all could say someone one the girls come over. “Y/n break time is over. We need to get this right before the game.” You only nod as she walks away.

He looks at her before looking at you. “I guess that it's time to go back and work huh.” You move his headphones and get up. “Sadly yes, you are not the only one who works hard Mahomes.”

After you walk off you hear him yell. “Call me Patrick!!” You let a giggle out before jogging over to the girls. The rest of practice you noticed someone was watching and you knew it was him.

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I got this idea from the gif and I just had to write it out!! Hope y’all enjoy it!!

#patrick mahomes #patrick mahomes x reader #Patrick Mahomes x you #Mahomes #quarterback #15 #patrick mahomes imagine #nfl #nfl imagine #nfl fan fic #kansas city cheifs #cheifs #Kansas city #football #footbal imagine

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mamawasatesttube · 9 months

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fluffy soft sentence starters!!! “Never. Never will I stop loving you.”?

Lightning cracks open the sky, a brilliant flash brighter than daybreak. Rain drums against the windowpanes and rolls in sheets down the glass; the Kansas sky is a stormy grey as far as the eye can see. The trees around the farmhouse whip back and forth, bending in the wind, and from the distance comes the low, ominous crackaboom of thunder.

Gotham doesn't really get storms like the Midwest. It makes sense, for a place called Tornado Alley, but it's still a sight to behold. Tim doesn't think he's ever quite understood what Kon means, about the sky out here making everything else feel small, until the first time he saw the magnificent dread of a late summer storm.

Today's, according to all three of Tim's weather apps, has them under tornado watch, but Kon doesn't seem overly concerned. He's halfway to dozing off, his head pillowed on Tim's thigh and Krypto curled up on his legs in lieu of a blanket. He looks cozy.

He's not feeling his best today, though. He hasn't said anything, but Tim knows how to read him. He's been too quiet, and too many of his smiles have been forced.

He scrunches his fingers idly through Kon's soft, springy curls, smiling slightly when Kon hums in appreciation and presses his head a little further into his hand. Krypto does the same thing when he's getting ear scritches.

After a few moments, Kon breaks the silence with a heavy sigh. His fingers curl against Tim's knee.

"Sorry," he mumbles, his voice a little rough from disuse. "For being so... boring today. I know I said we could play Zelda together, 'n' all, and then I've been just... sitting here."

Tim sighs fondly. When will he get it? "I don't mind just sitting here with you. Technically, 'Twilight Princess' is a single-player game. If I really wanted, I could just play it myself, you know."

A flicker of a smile tugs at Kon's lips. "Wouldn't be as funny, though."

"Yeah, no," Tim agrees, stroking his hair back from his forehead. "It wouldn't."

Admittedly, few things are funnier than each of them taking half of the controller for a single-player game and then hoping for the best. Tim prefers to have the joystick for movement control, but that leaves Kon in charge of the camera, except for when Tim overrides him with the target lock-on button. It never really gets them far in a game before they die, but it is really funny.

Thunder crackles and booms outside again. Krypto's ears twitch. Kon heaves another deep, world-weary sigh. His hand reaches up to find Tim's, and he intertwines their fingers, tucking their joined hands under his chin.

"Sometimes, when I get like this," he admits, "I start wondering when you'll get sick of me. Not if, but when. It's so..." He lets out a frustrated breath and bows his head, his lips brushing Tim's knuckles. The stubble on his jaw is a little scratchy against Tim's skin. "I know it's not fair to think of you like that. But my stupid brain doesn't listen to me. It just keeps asking when? when? when?"

Sometimes, Tim wishes he had a time machine just to go back a few years and punt Tana Moon into the ocean. Knockout, too, superstrength and all that or not. And to scream at everybody, his younger self included, for not noticing the kinds of relationships Kon, naive and innocent and so very starved for affection, got groomed into twice over.

In the present, Tim rests his other hand atop Kon's curly head, caressing his thumb over the shaved fuzz behind his ear. "Easy answer," he says. "Never. I will never stop loving you. So tell your brain to suck on that."

That gets a soft, breathy huff of laughter out of Kon. Tim mentally fist-pumps at his success, not bothering to hide his smile. He likes when Kon laughs.

Abruptly, he rolls over in Tim's lap, dislodging Krypto, who lifts his head with a disdainful look in reprimand before he settles himself back down. Kon buries his face in Tim's stomach, sliding his arms around his hips, and lets out a breath.

"Love you too, Rob." His voice is endearingly muffled by Tim's shirt. "...And thanks. For getting it."

"Hey, you always get me," Tim points out, rubbing a small circle into his shoulder. "So, anytime, clone boy. You wanna go take a nap?"

Kon shakes his head. His nose presses into Tim's waist. "Just wanna stay like this a few minutes." He sighs again. "...Then we can make some hot choccy and maybe game after. S'good hot choccy weather."

"Yeah," Tim agrees, resting his hand on his Kon's shoulder. "That sounds good to me."

Thunder rumbles outside again; rain splashes hard against the glass. Inside, though, he feels warm.

#answers #crimzoncrow #had to change the wording slightly bc tim is NOT that formal ever but <3 #slaps roof of kon this bad boy can store so much depression in him #timkon #tim #kon #grooming mention

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beansnsoup · 1 year

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Can't Help Falling In Love With You

Fred Weasley x gn!halfblood!reader

*written more towards fem side

*house neutral

Summary- Slow dancing to muggle music on Valentines Day with Fred.

Warnings- fluff, cheesy romance, idk what else

You opened up the record player you brought from home the last time you went to visit your parents; your mother was a witch while your father was a muggle. The decided to raise you in the muggle world until you were of age to receive your letter to Hogwarts.

Your parents had kept all of your old vinyl's which you were very happy about, your dad said he wanted to just donate them or give them to you grandma for a yard sale, but you mom talked him out of it.

"So how does this work?" Your boyfriend asked over your shoulder,

You picked up an Elvis vinyl out of the case, skimming through the songs until you found the one you were looking for. "The vinyls are made out of a type of glass, and when it makes contact with the needle the music come out of this here speaker, to dumb it down."

He nodded, pretending to finally understand what you were telling him, you used to listen to the album all the time when you were younger, so you had all of the grooves memorized. You pressed the button for the record to start spinning then put the needle around the middle of the record.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in,"

You hold out your hand for him to grab, you pull him in the middle of the room and start swaying along with the music,

"But I can't help falling in love with you,"

He starts spreading kisses along your face, causing you to let out a small giggle, he grabs your lower back the dipping you, you thought he was going to drop you for the fun of it, but he instead pulled you back up, pulling you towards his chest.

"Shall I stay? Would it be a sin,"

You start to take in his cedar scent, besides from the music everything was silent, Fred and George had closed the shop up early because George had a date, and the two of you decided for a long much needed break.

"If I can't help falling in love with you?"

You held onto his shoulders, fiddling with his shirt sleeve, gazing out the window at all of the couples walking by the window while they leave Diagon Alley, most of the girls holding chocolates and teddy bears.

"Like river flows, surely to the sea, darling, so it goes,"

Lights in the other stores began to go out, the owners walking outside to lock them, some stores, like the twins' store, had an upper level, so as each of the lights went off another set came on.

"Some things are meant to be,"

He brushes pieces of your hair behind your ear, holding his hand firmly against your head. He let go and grab one of your hands, pushing you back and spinning you around, the pushing you back once more to spin you into his chest, making you laugh out loud again.

"Take my hand, take my whole life, too,"

You took your back away from him and turned to face him, "Happy Valentines Day, love." He said to you, kissing your forehead. "Happy Valentines Day, Freddie."

"For I can't help falling in love with you."

I love Elvis

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soranihimawari · 3 months

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Fondly Yours

Delayed Sakusa x Reader (sorry Omi!)

Pairing: Sakusa x friend!reader

Word Count: TBA

Warnings: none? Mentions of injury (reader: head// Sakusa toe stub)

Reader is fem!presenting

The first time you met Sakusa Kiyoomi, you were out on a coffee shop delivery. The MSBY had asked for a coffee run early in the morning from your family ran shop. Regardless, you were on the morning delivery rotation and weren’t prepared to take a volleyball to the noggin.

“Oww,” you rub your head after you spilled the last coffee all over the court floor. Number 15, the outside hitter steadies you and he snaps at his setter who accidentally hit the ball to go astray.

Funnily enough, that’s how your absurd friendship began with the popular outside hitter began. You two hung out every other weekend and one hang out led to a party invitation which led you to a year later where you find yourself.

“Oh c’mon, Atsu,” you whine. You’re all gussied up in your dress blues (your military casual formal wear from when you were [and still] employed with) and you wait on the blonde setter comes out of his room.

“You look sharp,” you say.

“Was it yer idea to have a ‘formal’ for Omi’s 30th?” Atsumu says fiddling with his cuff link.

“Yes,” you laugh and roll your eyes. “Because you all wanted to see me in my old dress blues. Gotta remind youse guys I make a wonderful lady.”

“And who you trying to impress huh? Cause lord knows if Omi didn’t fall fer yer ass ya would be having his birthday party at his penthouse!”

Atsumu’s typically a loud mouth and an instigator of saying rumors that may or may not be true. You raise your eyebrow at him and play it off, but given the heavy hitters in your shared core memories with the man of the hour being told second hand by his closest confidant on the team, you realistically… freeze. Blushing three different shades of lock and peach color. You momentarily gain your motor skills back as you find yourself being escorted to the ride share with Atsumu holding your arm.

Hours later, at the private area of the speakeasy lihnge you’re in, you are all cozy nursing a whiskey smash cocktail next to a very socially drained Sakusa Kiyoomi. Surely there are snacks scattered on the table, gifts—intimate toys and other wise too are haphazardly littered as well—too are noticeable in the dim lights. Here is something not many people know about a tipsy now 30-year old broody volleyball player: he becomes very affectionate. Like a neighborhood feral cat become docile as he rests his head against your shoulder. You hold his hand and give it a squeeze whispering a birthday greeting on top of his curls and you see his lips curl into a small smile.

Yes, you may have an unconventional start to your friendship, but knowing how Atsumu was right, you push that aside the moment you enjoy your privacy away from the rest when said 6’3” volleyball player presses his lips against yours soberly at 5am. The rest of the party is a blur until you recall his team allows you to watch over their more than tipsy friend. You go home with Sakusa to his place, holding him upright as he limps due to stubbing his toe earlier at the speakeasy’s low table before leaving. You help him undress halfway, no belt, no silk button down in bed, and you decide after he falls asleep to go to sleep too right next to him.

That’s how you find yourself nose to nose with him in the dawning hour. His lips suddenly on yours calling you, “pretty” and his mumbling woke you slightly and you, garnering your senses to realize not all of Atsumu’s tale was a lie, you cup Sakusa’s face and kiss him back.

“Sakusa fuckin’ Kiyoomi,” you curse under your breath with a warm groan when he kisses your neck next. “You do that again and ‘m afraid you might need to show me what else that mouth can do.”

“Gladly,” is the last thing you hear before humming an acknowledgment of said dare.

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vollereix · 1 year

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MINORS DNI , (N)SFW

Barou Shouei X fem!reader

Not proofread or edited.

The security was really tight outside, even through the loud music blasting your eardrums, the sound of fans screaming could still be heard.

You had only recently started working with Ego Jinpachi for the blue lock project. Not that he particularly needed you for anything special, there were tons of people who could do the same things you could. But the one thing he likes is that you do whatever you're asked to without question.

When he's too busy with other stuff he gets you to check on all the players, and you do just that. When Anri is preoccupied with JFU meetings, you're the one who cleans and sanitises the entire place.

So when you were told to pass out drinks, you were more than happy to do so. Accepting the tray of alcoholic beverages, you made your way through the boys, a few of them taking a drink or two.

"Don't mind if I do!" The drinks were quick to disappear and you had to refill them a good number of times.

You were getting rather tired from walking around the entire time. Good thing you're almost done. Just the last group of boys sitting at the long sofa left.

Approaching them with a smile, you bowed down slightly to offer them their drinks. Being the drunk crazy boys they are, one of them accidentally knocked over the tray.

Your eyes widened as the alcohol came toppling down on your short dress and a few others around you. The cold liquor was practically freezing your skin. Despite your predicament, you still made it a priority to make sure none of the glasses broke.

Setting the tray aside you grabbed a stack of tissues and apologised to the group of boys. Using the tissues, you dapped at the wet spots, soaking up as much of the alcohol as possible.

By the time the party started to thin out, it was already past midnight. Most of the players had went back to their rooms for a good nights sleep while some others were still enjoying their drinks.

"Hey you," Turning around at the tap of your shoulder, you came face to face with a fierce looking guy. You recognised him, he was there when you spilled the drinks, as embarrassing as it sounds.

"You'll get sick walking around drenched in alcohol." He stuffed his hands into his pants pockets, staring you down.

You were slightly unsure of what he meant. Soon enough you'll be able to go back to your hotel room and change anyways, so it's really no big deal.

"I need to borrow you for a bit." He remarked at your lost expression.

From Barou's point of view, you were nothing more than a pathetic little deer caught in headlights. But of course, your innocence was undoubtedly what attracted him.

Unbeknownst to you, Barou was having the time of his live looking down at you. Specifically your cleavage that exposed just the right amount of your breasts.

Actually, now that he was really paying attention to you, the outfit you're wearing was clearly made to be sexualised. First the amount of cleavage your dress was showing, and the pink ribbon tied at your back. Also the length of it, if one tried hard enough, they could see the red lace lingerie you were wearing. It didn't help that your outfit was made out of thin fabric, meaning that even the slightest bit of light would make your body visible.

But, apart from that—

You followed Barou into the lift, he pressed the button taking him up to the 24th floor. You weren't sure if you were allowed to get off work yet, but seeing as it was one of Ego's players asking for you...

Scanning his key card, Barou held the door open for you. Softly stepping in, you waited for the man to walk in front of you, gesturing for you to follow him.

Walking past the living room, he brought you into the sleeping room. A king sized bed with a bathroom connected to it.

You sat on the edge of the bed like he had instructed you to. Barou opened his wardrobe, sifting through a few different shirts before billing out one of his jerseys.

"There, change into it." Throwing it to your side, you caught it.

The fabric was smooth and airy, way more comfortable than your dress. Looking up at him, your suspicions were confirmed when he stood at the bathroom door, blocking you from going in.

Squirming in your spot with uncertainty, you finally started untying the back of your dress. The ribbon untied easily, exposing your bare back to the coldness of the room. You held the front of it close to your chest, still unsure if you should be changing into it.

"Well? Get to it then." Glancing at his impatient face, you dropped the front of your dress.

Pulling the jersey on as quickly as you can, you tried your best to ignore the stare Barou had on your bare chest. To be honest, you had completely forgotten that the dress had a bra padded in until just now.

"And the bottom too." Moving from your spit on the bed, you let the dress drop onto the floor in a heap.

Fidgeting with your hands behind your back, you resisted the urge to move back as Barou approached you. One hand gripped into your waist tightly, the other reaching under the shirt to squeeze the flesh of your ass.

"This one," he tugged at your underwear, "comes off too." Pulling it down, he tossed it aside.

With a soft push to your shoulders, you fell back onto the bed breasts bouncing with it. Climbing on top of you, Barou's cold gaze bore into your eyes making you squirm under him.

A calloused hand started tracing your thighs, moving closer and closer to your clit. Even when he reached the innermost part of your thighs, he never broke eye contact with you.

And without warning, he slid two fingers in your wet hole causing you to jerk at the sudden movement. You gasped, using the back of your hand to cover your mouth as Barou started easing in and out.

"Did I tell you to keep quiet?" Retracting his hand from your clit, he pulled your hand away from your mouth, pinning both wrists above your head.

Moving his hand back down, he rubbed circles around your pulsing entrance. The sticky wetness making lewd sounds as Barou started stretching your hole.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight." He grunted, pushing three fingers in at once.

You whined in protest, feeling the way your clit was burning and heating up. Squeezing your thighs together, you bit your lips to suppress the incoming moans.

"Spread your legs, fucking slut." Barou hooked his fingers in your walls, hitting a spot that made you whimper.

Collecting all your juices, he rubbed it around your inner thighs, pushing some of it back in as well.

The only noises were your pleasurable moans and the occasional squelching from your clit.

"Now the real deal." He moved away from you, unbuckling his belt with one hand and pulling his suit pants down.

You glossy eyes stared at his bulge. The protruding tent in his boxers bigger than both your fists. Pulling down the elastic of his boxers, you had to blink a few times to make sure you weren't seeing things.

Moving up to you again, Barou scooped up as much of your juices as he could, rubbing it around his hard cock. Staring at the length of it, you were beginning to doubt yourself.

You've never seen a real close up of a dick before, but you were sure that the sheer girth of Barou's was way beyond the average.

You felt the tip of his cock rub at your entrance, slowly trying to push its way in.

"...wait, stop!" You squeezed your legs shut tightly, preventing him from going any further.

Giving you a frustrated glare he pulled back slightly.

"um, I have never... done this before. But, shouldn't we at least use protection?" You asked worriedly.

"No, I'll just pull out." Using his hand strength, he pushed apart your legs.

Positioning himself once more, he slowly rubbed your folds, the tip inching in little by little. While he was trying to be as slow and gentle as he could, it didn't stop the stretch from making you whine.

"It's too big— ah! Mhngh, it hurts-" You cried out as Barou continued to push in, slightly faster now.

Your hands grabbed a fist full of the sheets, breathing heavily at the size of his cock. You bucked your hips up in pain, moaning that it was too much.

"Fuck, I'm already going slow. Just a while more, i'm almost halfway in." The thought of having to take even more of his dick turned you on.

Sure it was hard work taking his entire length but it felt pretty fucking good. Wiping away the tears that threats to fall, you braced yourself as Barou began to thrust into you.

In... Out... In... Out...

Your ragged breathing started to calm down a little as you got used to his pace.

"I'm going to go faster." You muttered out an 'okay' as he got to work.

Not only did his speed increase, but the tip of his cock was poking and bruising your insides, letting you know that he went even deeper.

Despite the pain in your lower stomach and pussy, you were full well enjoying the experience. It felt good, in a way that you've never known possible.

You squirmed even more when you started feeling all hot and bothered. Like a coil in your stomach was slowly releasing itself.

"...barou, I-"

"Shut up, I'm getting close." He could feel his high inching closer and closer, urging him to ram deeper into you.

The bulge on your belly a reminder of just how good his cock really is. Smoothing a hand over the long bump, he cursed to himself.

So close... just a few more...

As his high got closer so did yours. And your cries of pleasure started turning into breathier heavier moans.

It only took one last deep thrust in your pussy for Barou to pull out in time. His thick white cum leaking all over your cunt.

Covering his tip with his hand, he rubbed his aching cock, spreading his cum onto your stomach and thighs. Every part of you that he could reach.

Moving his body so that he was lying down next to you instead of on top, he pulled your flushed and shaking body close to his own. Breathing unevenly into his chest, Barou stroked your hair while rubbing the small of your back.

"Perfect, that was absolutely perfect." He mumbled into your ear.

After making sure that your breathing had returned to normal, Barou went into the bathroom to run a warm bath for the two of you. (His inner clean freak yk)

You had passed out on his bed from the over exertion of your body, hair a mess and legs tangled up in the sheets.

Checking to make sure the temperature was alright, Barou picked you up bridal style before slowly lowering you into the tub. The warmth of the water made you stir slightly, you could feel someone washing your hair with a nice smelling shampoo... A nice bubble bath...

Wrapping a clean towel around your body, Barou placed you onto the couch in the living room while he changed the sheets into a new clean set.

It took a long time to clean you up alone, so when he finally got you under the blanket, he was pretty much exhausted.

All he wanted to do was hop into bed with you and sleep. But considering the fact that he still hadn't cleaned himself up yet...

You could faintly make out the sound of birds chirping and someone banging on the door. Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you tried to sit up only to find someone's arm draped over your waist, keeping you in place.

Oh, that's right. Barou...

Gently using your hand to brush a strand of his hair out of his face, you shook his shoulders.

"There's someway the door." You told him once you were sure that he was awake and conscious.

Sighing to himself, he told you to go back to sleep before leaving the bedroom to entertain the intruder.

"Barou, who was at the door?" You asked sleepily when he finally came back.

"Ego, he was asking if I knew where you were." Barou spoke matter of factly.

You had completely forgotten about letting Ego know when you got off work.

"You- what did you tell him?" Now slightly more awake, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position.

"That I fucked you good."

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