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#WHO ELSE IS HYPED FOR TODAY’S STREAM#I know I am#philza#qsmp#qsmp philza#mcyt#philza minecraft#qsmp fanart#philza fanart#Enderpookie my beloved#its so Crowver#sketchy’s doodles
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happy "breaching the top 10 f1 rpf pairings on ao3" day to landoscar nation 🎂 because it's all about.... two people that are so much the same yet so different. australia vs the uk. oscar's cool collected calm versus lando's ricocheting personality. twitch streams and side hustles and multiple endeavors vs singlemindedness of racing. purity of craft vs embracing everything life throws at you and trusting that it'll all work out. the rivalry that isn't (well it is, but not really). pushing each other to be better. making heart eyes in a taylor swift video, reaching out to your teammate in silverstone after surviving a media maelstrom and him being pleased and stepping closer because he's been given permission to. making fun of your resident weeb for reading the words "kit kat" but just in a japanese accent.
it's being so ridiculously competitive that you'll hide in a burning bin in the name of fun for a game with made up points and then squinting at your teammate ringed with the bright light of the sun and laughing at how stupid this all is. it's making fun of your teammate's music taste that you can hear through the thin walls of the drivers' rooms. trusting the journey. mimicking each other's body language. knowing it's for the marketing but winking at the camera together anyway, like we're all invited to be in on the joke. two parallel lives woven in two different garages with almost identical specs. being so comfortable you have this weird rapport that is kind of a cipher and unknowable to anyone outside of the immediate network or team, but it's so assured and quiet that for the first time the person who's been the person who was once the younger teammate steps up, acts older now, and becomes comfortable with the silence.
it's knowing your best friend was on their renault team and not saying anything about it in public but the motorsport world is so small and specific and the experience so surreal that surely some laylines are just strangely predestined. it's about growing up together. it's watching the brit upstart in a generation of two other brit upstarts chase his dream and give up everything to win and get velcroed to the seat because he's kind of small, just like you, but you dream bigger than anyone dares to dream and you identify with the other's self belief that says you, too, could stand on that top step one day. it's you following the little blue-suited guy racer on social media and liking sooo many of his posts over the years, and not even bothering to hide that fact when you've probably become that goalpost for someone else one day, too.
it's chapter 2, with 3 more to go. it's watching your teammate win his first sprint race and finding it in yourself to be happy for him even when you're sad that it wasn't you. it's publicly saying that the rookie is not a threat, he's a threat who makes you race better. it's making fun of newbie's first day at mclaren and finding him unknowable. and he arrives with all this hype and pressure so what can you do but focus on you and step up your game, but he's always in the background and the periphery, chasing and chasing with this hunger that is unbelievable and unfamiliar because it's always humming in a way that made you mistake stillness for idleness in the past. but now, you know: still waters run deep, so you swim harder, too. drop the dj-ing. become more disciplined. train more. do things that don't matter, less.
because the future is vast. the future is happening constantly if you're ready to meet it. and maybe destiny will be kind, and your names will be remembered. your name, inked on a trophy in the precious metal of kings, and dreamers. your name, inked in gold.
but today, you're 22. you're 24.
you're driving a car as fast as you can, and everything that's possible, feels like it could be possible, right now.
#landoscar#oscar piastri#lando norris#f1 rpf#814#the landoscar thesis#mctwinks#twinklaren#i started putting this as a tag on mechchrome's post announcing the top 10 pairings development on ao3#and then i was like lol wait i have can't shut the f up ism#so i might as well make this a post#<- in fact the last two points might as well explain my entire existence on f1blr atp#overthink it? yes i will! thanks!#pls release me from the orange mind-tessaract
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Henry and Alex both fall for Pokemon coordinator male reader that use a Primarina
Alex and Henry didn't want to be here. They certainly didn't want to be here and be next to each other in the press box, but it was their duty to their families, so they sucked it up.
Prince of Wales Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor. And first son Alexander Claremont Diaz were the special guests in today's Pokemon contest. They were supposed to watch, observe, and cheer for whoever one the whole event. Henry liked watching Pokemon contests. They were better than showcases and much more elegant than battles. Alex, on the other hand, preferred battles, but he knew that the battling part came later on, so he was bored out of his mind. They both were.
They tried not to hide how dreadfully boring all the contestants and their performances were as they watched the master of ceremonies try to hype the energy of the crowd, but it wasn't working for Alex or Henry. That is until a young man came on next.
"And now… all the way from (insert place you live here) it's Y/N, L/N!"
Alex and Henry watched as a young man came into the center of the stage as they were both finally focusing on something else other than their boredom. The young man took out a Pokemon and flashed an innocent smile as he threw it up into the air. "Primarina, go get 'em!'" In a flash of light a Pokemon that resembles a cross between a sea lion and a mermaid. Most of its body is white, but it has a long, blue, fish-like tail. It has a long snout with a round, pink nose, bright blue eyes with long white eyelashes, and long light blue hair trailing off the back of its head.
"Use sing!" He commanded as Henry and Alex and the crowd watched as the mermaid-like Pokemon sang a wonderful song that was captivating and beautiful as the young coordinator commanded his Pokemon to switch to a move called Sparkling Aria as it created a balloon out of water until it expanded and grew to giant size. Everyone watched as it floated towards the ceiling as both boys wondered what he planned to do with it.
"Ice beam!" Primarina opened its mouth as it let out a stream of light blue energy and the bubble of water was frozen solid. The crowd oohed and ahhed at the sparkles the ice created. "Now use Aqua Jet!" The Pokemon jumped high as it shot like a rocket towards the ice bubble in a stream of water over its body as it broke through and shattered the bubble until the pieces broke off and ended up hitting each other, creating a wave of sparkles around the arena. Henry and Alex were simply enchanted by his performance as they joined the crowd in cheering for the young man.
After he left, the results of who was making it to the second round were in, and both young men were glad to see the trainer with the Primarina had made it. When it was all said and done, Alex and Henry went to the center of the stage to present the ribbon to the winner of today's contest. Y/N L/N. "Congratulations, Y/N. Your performance was simply divine." Henry smiled.
"Yeah, bro. I mean dude. You killed it at the end with that sick battle combo your Chikorita used." Alex said.
Y/N blushed and bowed. "It's an honor to meet you both and thank you." He smiled at them and they smiled back at him.
#x male reader#male reader insert#male x male#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#rwrb movie#pokemon#coordinator reader#alex x henry#Alex x Henry x male reader#Pokemom mashup#red white and royal blue
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maybe i’m mistaken but.. the way the media treats louis has changed a bit. (not necessarily in a Good way just. different?) hear me out.. i was reading this shitty daily mail article that talked about harry’s 30th - and ofc it was filled with all kinds of daily mail typical nonsense. but when it predictably started listing off the “shortcomings” of the other 1d members and how they weren’t nearly as worthy of having their ass kissed as harry, louis’ bit wasn’t as bad as the others..? especially compared to the way they focused on liam’s alcoholism and had several paragraphs dedicated to insulting zayn.
they described him as “pint sized” and said his venues were “noticeably smaller than harry’s” (which, no fucking shit? holo was in the works starting back in 2013). the worst part was alluding to jay and fizzy’s deaths being some kind of “one direction curse”. other than that though - no mention of freddie, the airport arrest, the chile leak (which.. didn’t DM leak that..?), beef with H, tiffs with journalists, etc.
i just think it’s super weird that the worst insults they could come up with were calling him tiny and comparing his tour to H’s? it’s almost like the strategy they’ve collectively taken in the last year-ish is to downplay his success and aid in the gp not taking his solo career seriously (by minimizing any of his solo accomplishments/focusing on 1d/sexualizing or objectifying him) rather than being outright insulting and aggressive and throwing vitriol at him hoping he breaks.
could also just be that they were too busy lavishing so much nauseating praise on H that they surpassed their word count or they wanted to insinuate that louis was forgettable or not worth their time, but idk!
hate to give them clicks but here’s the link if you want to read it in full:
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/usshowbiz/article-13032513/Why-Harry-Styless-friends-urging-settle-married-babies-30th-birthday-today-lives-incognito-life-London-Canadian-model-Taylor-Russell.html?ito=native_share_article-top
First, it’s actually very on-brand for an article about Harry Styles’ birthday to consist mostly of insults about the other 1D guys. The fact that this is 2024 but media still feel the need to do this belies the hollowness of the Harry Styles hype.
After three years of build-up in 1D (2013-15) and eight years of industry propping him up, giving Harry Styles the access to the biggest songwriters and producers in the industry, the best venues money and power can buy, Azoff clients and adjacent saying his farts don’t smell, movie roles handed to him on a silver platter, with Christopher Nolan no less?, iconic Phoebe Waller-Bridges making a music video with him, Chloe Zhao saying he’s the second coming of Christ, Bono loving him more than his own child, even Billie Eilish and Miley Cyrus wanting to work with him, bought Grammys over Beyoncé etc., and this is the best they can do for his birthday? That Harry is “better than the rest of 1D”?
DM sounds a little like Harries on Twitter boasting about Harry Styles’ streams, or his wealth, or his Grammys and stadium tours, all of which amounts to the same boast: look what industry can create.
Look what they did with someone so white, bland, and pretty. Look at the money machine they built from a guy so vaguely defined as to have no identity at all. Harry Styles says nothing, supports nothing, sings about nothing, stands for nothing. Harry’s convictions are those of Jeff Azoff & friends. He truly lives up to his name: all style, absolutely no substance.
But Harry has… numbers. Harries (and media) cling onto numbers like peasants worshipping the god of hard currency. They love that money. The way they boast about Harry’s numbers is a little scary, to be honest. It suggests that there’s nothing else they like about him.
We can also tell, nine years later, that Harry isn’t the deep-thinking romantic poet he was painted to be, the one who cared about social issues and community, the one who thought deeply about human relationships and love, the one who cared for his fans enough to speak to us like family, to treat us with care, to do one-on-one fan service, to look genuinely happy in our presence, to look and act grateful even as those words pass his lips onstage AND off, to measure the people he works with with genuine, heartfelt friendship and not only because of their power and influence.
Because it’s very clear, nine years later, who that person in One Direction was. It’s the guy who never put 1D down, who, despite everything that has happened since, values the journey and can articulate it with all of the bittersweet authenticity to his experience. It’s the guy whose album was delayed for years because his first solo single competed a little too hard with Harry’s.
To your other point about press being nicer to Louis this year, other people have noticed the same thing, that Louis has been winning touring awards and other peripheral awards not central to the music industry. He isn’t going to walk the Brits or Grammys red carpet, and he won’t be nominated for VMAs or Aria awards.
But Louis isn’t even supposed to have a solo performing career in 2024. After 2017, the industry shut him out of radio and streaming. Faith In The Future was shut out of critical reviews. He started touring with a 1500 capacity venue. He isn’t supposed to be able to sell arenas, let alone stadiums. He wasn’t supposed to set a livestream world record— not when Niall did one the same year. Louis isn’t supposed to be friends with indie musicians, or have a reputation as “rock ‘n roll royalty”— having been shut out of the BBC. He isn’t supposed to tour the biggest venues in Australia. He isn’t supposed to sell arenas in Poland or Romania or Finland or Turkey. He isn’t supposed to create his own festival, give fans the first festival completely free, and showcase young, upcoming bands. Louis wasn’t supposed to be in the position to nurture any band, was he? He was supposed to be ancient history by now. They all were supposed to kneel before the legendary Harry Styles and disappear.
But Louis is selling upwards of 700k tickets for his second tour, and here we are, Harries following his every move, Larries relying on him to launder Harry’s image, and DM having to acknowledge that Louis is successfully, happily touring and making music on his own terms, with his own employees, singing his own lyrics to his enthralled audiences. He doesn’t take the bait to compare himself to his bandmates, nor relive old fights, nor stir up band controversy. He doesn’t talk badly about the other men’s relationships or families. He’s the only one who has watched Niall’s and Liam’s concerts and publicly supports all the guys’ careers. If the worst they can say is that Louis isn’t Harry Styles, thank God he isn’t. Thank god he stayed himself, went through the fires and came out better. One Direction mythology has eroded over the years, but at least Louis remained good, inside and out. Not perfect, but human, trying, and genuinely, actually good.
Who really knows why media can show some positivity to Louis now. I am cautious about any real change. I guess the rest of 2024 will be revealing. I’ve been waiting for so long that I don’t really expect anything different. We’ll see.
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Imagine how happy jimin would've been if JK posted something to support him in public ? For his 1st MV since solo work started. Especially when we know Jimin do appearciate posting about his special days alot. You all won't think about that and will keep on saying posting on sm is not how real life is, when deep down you also want JK to post but will act cool sane jikooker outside.
Imagine how happy Jimin would be if his fans cared more about showing support for his new collab and his song and his MV instead of focusing all that energy on his best friends?
"Especially when we know Jimin do appreciate posting about his special days alot"
Please show me where Jimin has said this. Not Jimin saying thank you to everyone FOR posting. But where he specifically said "I really appreciate it when people post for my special days." Because I'm pretty sure you assigned gratefulness of support when he addresses said special day your own meaning and are twisting his words in order to weaponize it against his other members. Which is something we DO ACTUALLY KNOW he would NOT appreciate. Mr. Cuts off anyone who speaks badly of his members....
I DESPERATELY want to know why I have over 10 asks just like this one. (Which I mostly just delete as they come in) but all these people who are claiming to love and support jimin so much, are all just focused on Jungkook. My inbox is showing a starting lack of love and support for this MV. You are all harping on someone else for "not showing support" while showing none yourselves. And don't come back acting like it counts if you are streaming or talking about it and hyping it up somewhere else. Your support only counts if I can see it with evidence in my inbox FOR MY EYES. Duh. Idiots.
Would I (and everyone else) love a post from JK, of course. It's jungkook! Who wouldn't! But does it actually matter that much? For me, for the fans, for Jimin? No. Didn't Jin just shame yall for being so insistent upon social media posts between the members? "Even if someone doesn't post we are getting along fine"
I will laugh really hard at all of you if it later gets a story shared about them being together or anything similar. Or JK singing his verse on his next live. Anything similar. Or even posting later today. None of this is required from any of them though. Check your entitlement. Stop putting your own desires onto Jimin and framing them as his own. And maybe stop trying to be his white knight long enough to actually show some him some real support. Like Jungkook is probably doing.
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Forewarning for anyone else. I will no longer be just deleting messages About JK during Jimins day today, but I'll be blocking them. Thank you. Go stream and do something productive for once. Good lord.
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2023 PREGNANCY KINK ADVENT CALENDAR (DAY 7)
McPreggo Mukbang Part 1.
Penelope pulled the food items out of the paper bags they came in, making sure everything was in order. She’d learned the hard way before that the paper sacks that fast food places used were notoriously loud and could wreak havoc on even well-balanced audio. Burgers, chicken sandwiches and strips, …fried pickles? She’d never eaten here before, but some of her friends and a ton of her viewers all suggested she check it out for a mukbang or food review. She figured she could stream the mukbang, review the food as she went, condense the highlights for youtube, and kill two birds with one stone!
“McPreggo, huh? This stuff just magically knocks you up?” she asked her friend on video call. “Yeah. Shit really works!” her colleague stood up from his chair to show his ripe, bare bump on the video feed. Penelope just shook her head. “There’s DEMAND for that? I’ve never met a parent who said the pregnancy was supposed to be the enjoyable part!” she said in disbelief. “Oh yeah. Some couples want to try it out before they do it for real, some actors order it for parts when they play knocked up characters…. And some people are just freaks!” he laughed, before taking another bite of his burger.
Penelope raised her eyebrow at him. “Uh huh. So uh, which one are you? You seem like you’ve indulged quite a bit…” she smirked. He beamed “Oh nooooo my wifi is dying gotta go! Don’t get stuck on your back, these things don’t skimp on weight. Okaybyeeee!” he closed the video chat, leaving Penelope to start her stream.
She sat down, surrounded by amazing smelling food. Everything was fresh and hot and ready to enjoy, and she had skipped breakfast for extra content today. Time to see if the McPreggo fad was all it was cracked up to be! She started the stream.
Instantly, a few dozen viewers rolled in. She’d been hyping this up on social media for a couple of weeks, and the buildup seemed to have paid off. She did her standard greeting and thanked the few subscribers that’d popped up between stream, before shifting into the good stuff. “So I imagine 99% of you know what we’re doing today. It’s the pregnancy fast food place that’s making the rounds right now! McPreggo! This is gonna be both a mukbang and a review stream, because I want you guys to know whether or not it’s worth going out and getting long before the highlights go on youtube! So, uh, this isn’t sponsored. I dumped like $65 on food for this and I intend to try all of it! I’m not sure how big I’ll get. There has to be some kind of built in limit on this stuff, right?” She watched her chat flow for a few moments, looking for a consensus.
“Yeah no triplets is the limit”
“No limit”
“There’s no limit”
“I’m stuck in my car from this stuff rn be careful”
“If there IS a limit no one has hit it yet”
“The limit is your imagination”
She glanced nervously at the collection of food sitting around her. Surely it didn’t ALL make you more pregnant, right?
“Whatever, let’s just… there’s no sense in worrying about it. If it was unsafe the FDA would have shut them down by now!” she grabbed her first item, a single quarter pounder burger. “I didn’t get the like… double and triple burgers cause like… it’s basically the same burger but more meat, and I want room for the other stuff! If this one’s good, they’re all good!”
The first bite was perfect. The patty was hot and juicy, the bun, warm and fluffy, the vegetables cool and crisp, and the sauces brought it all together. “God, this is like… yeah, okay, if it’s all this good, I can see why this is popular. Like I’d get knocked up for a burger this fine,” It didn’t take long for her to put the sandwich away. Someone made a stream donation in response.
“Hi Penelope. I hope you’re wearing loose fitting clothes. Also try to pickle chips next, they make everything else taste better.” she read out loud. “I-...” she started to respond before being cut off by the strange sensation in her gut. Her hands went to her belly as it swelled fuller, going from mildly plush to rounded out over about 15 seconds. Her palms filled with tummy as her fingers spread trying to hold it. The process wasn’t painful, or even particularly uncomfortable, but it was jarring, especially for the first time. She lifted up her blouse to bare her belly, staring down at it. Her navel was still an innie, and she didn’t have any stretchmarks, but she carried far forward, her singleton belly taking up more space than she really thought a pregnant belly would. It was heavy too, feeling like a water filled sphere, a little over the size of a bowling ball, resting squarely on her hips.
Her chat lit up.
“It works”
“IT WOOOORKS YOUR A MOMMY NOW”
“MORE MORE!”
“Poggers”
She swallowed firmly. “I felt it actually kick,” she said. She stared at it. She knew it’d be real, and that it’d work, but didn’t expect it to work so well and feel so real. She took a moment to center herself, patting her tummy, before returning her attention to her stream. “So, uh, yeah… this stuff really works. Fast too, and didn’t hurt! Was just… kind of unexpected!” she put her stream voice back on and got back to work. “So the pickle chips huh? I’m not super into pickles but they’re fried so… maybe they’ll be good?”
She grabbed the carton, a large order, and tried them one chip at a time at first, then two, then four, then by the handful. She demolished the whole carton in less than a minute. “Wow, those, uh, those hit the spot. And hey, I’m not any more pregnant soooo, they’re like… safe to eat if you don’t want to pop your buttons!” she smiled. Her tummy growled in anticipation, and Penelope found herself craving the remaining items. Maybe polishing everything else off wasn’t going to be so difficult after all?
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No Hero
Hobie Brown x reader
Word count: 600
Warnings: mentions of blood and death, angst, time jumping/skipping
Summary: why hobie helped miles.
Notes: this happens after every thing gets sorted out also this is very different from the comics (sorry for bad writing)
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"Why'd you help me?" Miles and Hobie were sitting on top of the Brooklyn tower. In Miles' dimension, enjoying the view from so high up.
"What'd you mean?" Hodie asked, turning towards Miles.
"I mean well when everyone else was on me for going against a cannon event you were there to help me" miles admitted. "Why did you do that?"
Hobie stayed quiet for a moment getting lost in the past.
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(Going back in time)
'This was it,' Hobie thought 'today was the day that he'd take down Kingpin.'
It was all planned out. The spider army and him would go to Kingpin's headquarters. The spider army would take the bottom levels while he'd take the top. Leading the spider army would be his beautiful y/n.
They had been telling him for weeks how excited they were. That they'd be fighting alongside spider-punk and finally be taking down "that good for nothing autocrat!" As y/n had said to him, hobie multiple times.
Y/n didn't know that spider-punk was her best friend, Hobie Brown. It was for the best but now once Kingpin was taken down he could tell her everything.
As he swung around a building he saw the spider army already at the bottom ready to fight. Just as planned y/n was right up there already pushing at the guards.
Once he had swung around hyping up everyone they started the attack. Going just as planned. As the fight was going on he'd get glimpses of y/n fighting tough and nail. At one point she'd picked up a pipe and swung it like a mad man for anyone that got too close.
"Kingpin!" He shouted finally finding that snake. "Where you've been?" Jumping off and kicking him right in the face sending him tumbling to the ground. Hobie started running toward–
"Aaaaaaahhhh" Hobie stopped dead in his tracks.
'No' he wiped around towards the scream. 'No no no no no no. Not them please not them.'
He turned the corner around some rumble and saw y/n laying on the ground with a blood stained shirt.
"Oh no no no." He dropped to his knees next to y/n. "You're gonna to be okay, it's gotta to be okay I'll take you to the hospital will get you help"
In the midst of the scene he'd completely forgotten he was in his suit covering up his face. He couldn't think about that now y/n needed help now.
"Who…" y/n squinted streaming to see the figure above them.
"You know me!" He didn't mean to yell but the fear of losing her was taking its hold.
"Hobes?" Y/n's voice was weak as they reached for his mask, taking it off.
"Yeah it's me love"
"How do you fit all that hair under there?" Y/n smiled weakly.
"You're bleedin out and that's what you're thinking about?" He couldn't decide between laughing or throwing up at the blood that's coming out. "I need to–"
"No."
"What?"
"I said no"He was dumbfounded. 'It's the blood loss' he thought 'she can't think straight'
"It's too late for me Hobes."
"I can't lose you." Hobie was cradling y/n by now.
"It's okay," she said.
"I can save you," Hobie said, getting to his feet.
"You're no hero" and with that y/n took her last breath.
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(Back to the present)
"Just lost some good ones to it s'all" Hobie answered.
"Well thanks you saved me," Miles smiled.
'Wish I could save everyone' hobie stared down at his hands 'but I'm no hero.'
#atsv#hobie brown#hobie x reader#hobie fanfic#angst#hobie x y/n#hobie x you#miles morales#Hobie x reader#hobie angst#time skip#time jump#mentions of death#Mentions of blood
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A3! Miyoshi Kazunari - Translation [SR] BEYOND FULL BLOOM
*Please read disclaimer on blog
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Kazunari: …Oh, there we go! It’s streaming.
Comment: “He’s here!”
Comment: “I was so hyped for this!”
Kazunari: Samesies!
I wanted to hurry up and chat with you guys.
Blow up the comments, ‘kay~?
Comment: “What were you doing today?”
Comment: “Make a finger heart if you see this~!”
Kazunari: Today, huh~? I was just watching a video.
Ah, a finger heart? Here, kyun!
Comment: “He’s too bright lol”
Comment: “That’s Kazunari-kun for you lolol”
Comment: “Make a gyaru peace sign!”*
Comment: “The Luda heart too!”**
Kazunari: Alright, alright. Gyaru peace~!
And then Luda heart.
Comment: “Cute hehe”
Comment: “Call a guest~!”
Kazunari: Ahh, a guest!
Since we’re streaming, I think it’d be fun to call someone over!
Who though~?
Comment: “Muku-kun!”
Comment: “Sakyo-san!”
Comment: “Masumi-kun!”
Kazunari: I see, I see. Mukkun or Frooch-san…
Ah, Massu sounds good too!
I mean, we’ve rarely done any streams together. Maybe it’d be fun giving him a holler.
I’ll hit him up!
Comment: “Hype.”
Comment: “I wonder if he’ll come lol”
Masumi: …Hey.
Kazunari: Ah, he’s here! Get in frame~!
Masumi: …*Sigh*.
Comment: “It’s Masumi-kun!”
Comment: “He came!”
Masumi: I want you to quit spamming me with stickers.
Kazunari: I figured you wouldn’t appear if I didn’t!
Look, everyone else is thrilled too!
Comment: “Thanks for coming!”
Comment: “I’m happy Masumi-kun appeared!”
Masumi: Invite me properly next time.
*leaves*
Kazunari: Huh? You’re leaving already!?
Comment: “Masumi-kun faded out haha”
Comment: “That was fast lmao”
Kazunari: Anyways, seeing as Massu left, we’ll wrap it up here for today!
Our time was short, but thanks!
Catch y’all later ☆
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*Gyaru peace sign
**The Luda heart
#a3!#a3! translation#miyoshi kazunari#act! addict! actors!#further proof kpop exists in the a3 universe
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they just aren’t streamers, there’s no other way to say it 😭 sapnap acts like he’d rather be anywhere else when he’s streaming and if something is wrong with the stream as long as it’s watchable he doesn’t care. Dream never does stream but when he does it’s usually just silence, he’s not great at entertaining an audience which some people like and is great for drolos who will take anything but it’s boring. George is better in the sense that he tries to make things entertaining for people but he’s still not great, he’s not good with consistency and his best streams are the ones that are unplanned which isn’t great because he does it once in a blue moon
I feel like they would be great if they focused on IRL content. Each could do one stream per week but with the entire trio there so they at least have two other people there to entertain in a way. George seemed way more excited when Sapnap and Dream were in the room than when he was playing games. I think that now that they're together it's just very silly not to profit from it to the max. No one really cares that they don't feel like playing Minecraft anymore, Sapnap didn't even feel like playing valo today.
I truly hope that they will enjoy the Christmas streams and that the hype will make them want to do it very often. It doesn't need to be cooking every week they can just do simple just chatting all sitting in one room.
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Day 1: Photo 1. REEL FEELS 1 of 365
A bitch needed a project. It’s me, I’m a bitch!
Stream of consciousness blog entry to follow!
As I sit here listening to the brilliant album my son released today, I am reminded of the fact that I have not, in quite some time, taken on an artistic project outside of video. Think of this like a bereal, but I’m the only one doing it.
As far as I know.
But you get an additional journal entry.
Something broke in me a few days ago. I haven’t been able to get a handle on my feelings of affection. I just feel like I have to tell everyone how I feel about them. Luckily for the most part I’ve chosen people who at least kind of sort of get that I’m an odd bird.
Sadly, I don’t have that many people in my life that I can trust to tell them how I actually feel about a thing.
and that’s a first. Not a first I want to be a trend. I have a lot of feelings and they are big. People get sick of me talking.
I am too much for a lot of people. I am always going to be, at my core, too much.
Some people are ok with my too muchness. My friends from work, my two besties that I don’t talk to outside of work for the most part.
These are my people. These are the people I would like to attract. But, I’d like to be able to spend time with them outside of work. That’s my only critique
My too muchness can be traced back to the first time my mother paid attention to me at the grocery store after summarily disregarding me when I would ask for things.
Then, I realized that if I tap danced in front of something in the goofiest and loudest way possible, Mom paid attention and LAUGHED.
My Mom didn’t laugh a lot in my memory. She didn’t do a lot of things in my memory.
Which is part of why we are here now.
This REEL FEELS project to serve as an reminder to myself to check in and allow my big stupid feelings to come out of me before I end up professing my undying love to a toaster or some shit.
I feel deeply alone. I feel like the whole world has told a joke and I am not in on the punchline. I don’t know that I need to know what the joke is, nor the punch line so long as we aren’t all laughing at ME. I mean, you can laugh at me but please don’t do so in a mean way...
Too much.
I know. I’ve heard that before. Tell me before I become a problem.
As yet another fucking tear falls out of my face over wasted interactions that I do not comprehend. If only I were competent at reading emotions over text.
When in person and the energy is wrong, I run for the hills. And his was WRONG for the interaction I expected but right for so many other reasons.
but I’ve given up, because I became too much.
At least I’m guided and protected. At least nothing will harm me. I didn’t cross any lines, YET. But my energy and emotion is becoming too big and will swallow me whole by the time you read these lines.
And the beams come out through words from my fingers typed, and emotions felt. But I don’t want to scare anyone.
Gods forbid.
I’m sick of it. I’m sick of always being too much for everyone. but really honestly and truly guys I am this excited about everything. I am this hype about seeing my friends, and hearing songs I recognize on someone else’s radio, and the world when it’s green, and brown, and white... and when I stood with him for a half an hour watching the snow...
and I have all of these feelings that I can’t express. but how could you not feel the magic there. The energy thick, expectant. I thought at least 30 times he was going to turn and kiss me.
It’s been a year, and I still remember the way every goosebump stood taught in the tension of the moment.
I live for that tension. I bask in the discomfort. As long as I know I am safe, and my friends got me. and they don’t mind my muchness in that moment.
Some days I get so excited I just want to throw my arms around myself, and my friends. Especially my friends.
Not everyone is ok with that and I am ok that they aren’t. Consent is important and no is a sentence.
Being asked is nice, and can be much nicer if it’s done correctly.
I view my too muchness like a penis. It’s fine to have one and wag it about if people want to see it, but good gods man, put that shit away, have some modesty.
and I believe I will not exceed that line above tonight no matter what I say so, let me just leave this here.
And let me know if you’re gonna follow this. Let’s use tag #Reel Feels
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I'm feeling so hyped about small wins today
Especially as my fatigue slows me down so much. But I can look back at my to do list from the day and what I've crossed off towards achieving a larger task towards my big goal.
So yeah I'm leaning on to do lists hard. I've heard it said that planning is the least important step compared to actually doing. But listen there is method to my madness, and if you take away the method, then there's just madness. Trust me, I know what I'm doing.
Also using what I think is known as Junebugging. For instance, with my current big decluttering and organizing journey: working on one area of the room/house at a time to eventually get through the whole overall task.
And I can't run from the fact that I absolutely will and do have "bad days" (like yesterday), where my mind won't stop and I'm rambling out text walls to my friends all day with not many replies coming back, because insomnia/fatigue and sleep deprivation is a bitch and left me unable to edit my words before they came out. Then I just realize my brain isn't functioning how I need it to to be productive and I know it's time to employ all relaxing coping strategies (usually the holy trinity that is ASMR, my favourite wildlife/raccoons and opossums etc feeding stream, and Squishmallows) to slow the mind and shut down for a rest.
So small wins are priceless. And if anybody who I am expected to answer to (usually only me, as I don't exactly owe society neurotypical traits and extreme productivity at the expense of everything else) questions whether I got anything done in the past week, I can show them my Todoist app record of all the little tasks I have gotten done
We don't owe it to society to appease it's neurotypical standards to fit into its unrealistic toxic productivity culture
#spoonie#mental illness#negative symptoms#schizospec#actually autistic#small wins#self care#mental health#toxic productivity#Rachel Rambles#spoonie life
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December 30, 2022
12 New-Year Reminders To Read Before 2023
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“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:18-19 (NIV)
As we stand at the end of one year and the beginning of a new one, we’ve decided today’s devotion will be a little different. Take some time to soak in these truth-filled reminders, one for each month, as you look back on 2022 and step into 2023. And, friend, trust that God is already there, working out all things for the good of those who love Him! (Romans 8:28) Happy New Year!
Take a deep breath and remember God is good at being God. Let God be God, and instead of seeking control, seek to trust Him.
You are created by love and for love. Instead of wasting time and energy “proving” you’re worthy of love, focus on loving others.
Isaiah 43:18-19 says, “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Instead of dwelling on the hard parts of this year, choose to leave the past in the past. And stay expectant — God is doing something new in 2023!
Strive to sit at tables Jesus would have sat at. Jesus sat and ate with sinners, (Mark 2:15) but He didn’t “walk in step with the wicked” (Psalm 1:1, NIV). If those gathered around you are gossiping and pushing others down, walk away.
Like Sarah in Genesis 18, you may be doubting that God will give you a miracle. But God can transform your doubt and make a way.
Be who you needed when you were younger. There’s probably a college student who needs to hear your testimony, a young mom who needs to hear she’s doing a good job, or a middle-school girl who needs to hear love isn’t how her dad treated her mom. Someone needs your story, your presence and your discipleship.
Rest is a holy rhythm, not a prize to be earned. True rest comes from stepping away from the craziness of life and being still while knowing God is in control. Cultivate patterns of rest in your life.
Heartbreak is hard, but our God is strong. Even when you watch a door close, get ghosted or go through a breakup, your story isn’t finished. Psalm 34:18 says “the LORD is near to the brokenhearted” (ESV). So when you're crying, confused, heartbroken and rejected … trust your Savior is near.
How you care for and exercise your body should always be a celebration of what your body, designed by God, can do. Even something as good as working out can become a bad thing if you don’t make it a God thing.
When you find a friend who makes you laugh, loves you well and calls you out, keep her! Cheer her on; be her biggest advocate. Find friends who brag about you behind your back, and be their “hype woman” in return.
A true leader is formed not by a position but by love. Love big instead of trying to become big, and use leadership opportunities (big and small) to be a light.
Life isn’t always what you expect, and you might be walking through something very hard — but right now, in some area of your life, you’re in the middle of a blessing. Don’t miss out on your current blessing because you’re too busy counting down the days until the next one. No matter what else happens, if you've placed your faith in Jesus, every day you are lovingly “being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory” (2 Corinthians 3:18, NIV).
Dear God, thank You for what You have done this year in my life. It hasn’t been easy, but I trust that even in the hard moments, You have been making a way. In 2023, remind me to trust in You again. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
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Have Mercy (on me)
Pairing: JJK x Reader
WC: 9.3k
Genre: Smut, PWP
Rating: M (minors dni)
Warnings: Toxic gamer boy JK, Mean OC, sexism, Subby JK, D/s dynamics, excessive use of petnames, tattoos, piercings (nipples and genital), spit, edging, self asphyxiation, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, praise, NO AFTERCARE
Banner by @introlxv
Beta’d by @amourtae
Part of: Bangtan DLC: A Streamer BTS Collab hosted by @joonscypher, @kookskingdom, & @lavienjin
Summary: Jungkook is finally popular enough to quit his job and make a living off his streaming and he’s very proud of his Master rank. His cockiness takes a turn when an unknown player joins his team and starts talking shit but what’s worse is they’re not just talking the talk but walking the walk. Jungkook ends up humiliated in multiple ways but there’s only one of which he ends up liking.
Authors note: It’s finally here! A special thank you to @audreonne for using her esports knowledge and correcting everything I had wrong with the Overwatch gameplay (because I’m a filthy casual and don’t play) and letting me use her username. Also to my lovely writing net @thebtswritersclub and everyone who supported me with hype and writing alongside me in sprints.
Read the sequel: Rematch
VICTORY
“Let’s get it!” Jungkook whoops as the rest of the boys echo the sentiment in the voice chat. His eyes fall to his Twitch chat, messages zooming by nearly too fast to keep up.
GG
That was a close one!
Honestly thought you were going to lose that round
“Thanks so much for hanging out with us tonight, Goldens. That’ll be all for today’s stream but make sure to tune in tomorrow, it’s our Sub Sunday where we play some more chill games with you guys. We’ll be running some Among Us so keep an eye out on my Twitter for the code drop, 1pm on the dot. We’re going to end this by sending out a raid to my friend BamBam, he’s streaming a blind run of Mario Odyssey right now. He’s a good buddy of mine so send him all the love that I receive here. Good night!”
His face cam closes and his screen is replaced with his usual end stream background that he’ll keep up for another 5 minutes or so as people filter out.
His attention shifts to his dashboard which holds his account statistics. A few people had subscribed during his stream and he can see his new number now nearing 5,000. It had been a grueling few years to get to this point and the exhaustion from working his regular job on top keeping a steady streaming schedule can still be felt in his bones.
He liked his cinematography internship, don’t get him wrong but the freedom of choosing his own work schedule and content was much less of a burden on him creatively. Plus the attention he got from the community he created was good for his ego. Admittedly, half the comments in stream were more about his looks than his gameplay but what’s there to complain about. He gets to play videogames every day and makes enough money to pay his bills and spend frivolously on ridiculous things for a serotonin boost when he needs it.
The voices echoing in his headset brings him back to reality as he watches his viewer count decrease and eventually disappear.
“Hobi’s out since he has to join Yoongi at the studio for a project they’re working on but is everyone else down to stay on and get some practice in? The next season of competitive is starting soon and I want to make sure I’m keeping on top of it.” Jin whines in the background.
The rest of the group all give off varying excitement levels of agreement. They pile into the waiting room but since their team is now missing a player a random added player comes in. Audreonne, master rank. At least they should keep up with them. Their icon flips to Mercy. Strategic teamwork at least, they needed a healer to balance out since Hoseok’s Lucio was now out of the ranks.
The countdown starts and they’re thrown into the game, it’s a familiar map and the guys easily split to their usual procedure. The Mercy player veers away with Namjoon and Tae.
Jungkook’s Widowmaker turns a corner and is instantly double teamed by the opposing Genji and Doomfist.
“Motherfucker,” he mumbles under his breath as the screen indicates eliminated. He respawns and quickly heads back the same way. “Yo, Audreonne, can you stick by me so I can deal with these assholes?”
He’s not waiting for a reply before dropping down into the area he was just eliminated from only to immediately repeat the process and go down again. “Where’s the fucking res, dude?”
The action replay of his death shows no trace of the Mercy player around him. He scoffs, of course, guess that master rank came with more luck than skills.
“Hey, healer, if you’re going to pick support the least you could do is actually fucking support. Get your shit together.”
The rest of the guys don’t seem to be doing too hot on their own. There’s more grunts of defeat than there are whoops of victory and it’s not long before the screen comes up with the final judgment.
DEFEAT
Jungkook releases a loud groan and throws himself back in his chair, the force sending him wheeling away causing his headset to fly off and clatter onto the ground. He shoves it back on with muttered curses and checks the team, all having gone down by a few SP.
“How about you pay more attention to the team health, Audreonne,” he snarls.
The player remains quiet. A new chat comes up on the side screen.
I’m rusty with Mercy. I usually main Widowmaker but you seem attached so I’m letting you keep hold of her.
A short laugh comes out as he reads the comment in disbelief. No fucking way was he going to let someone else take his character. He knows he can play it better than anyone else on the team.
“Catch up quick then. And put your mic on, we can’t team properly if we can’t communicate.” That’s all he gets to put in before the countdown ends and a new game begins. They’re on defense this time.
A notification comes up.
Audreonne has joined the voice chat
Fucking finally.
The countdown ends and Jungkook goes out to the east side of the map.
“Where the fuck are you going? You saw we’re on defense right?” The unknown player makes their appearance and Jungkook groans.
“Ugh, a chick? No wonder we lost the last game. Don’t bring your uwu bullshit in here. We take this game seriously so move on to the next team of losers if you expect us to carry you.”
“Nerf this!” is heard away from him and there’s no time to react as D.Va’s mech slams into him and explodes. Fuck. He spawns back at base.
“Looks like your little hero expedition didn’t pay off so much. Why don’t you try sticking around the team this time?” The voice taunts him.
“She’s not wrong, JK. We could use Widow’s Venom Mines around the border and Infrasight will come in handy to see where they’re coming from.” Damn, even Namjoon was turning against him.
“Didn’t take you for a simp, Joon,” he rebukes. He can hear Namjoon scoff but there’s no response as the enemy team starts converging on their base.
Jungkook is losing HP at an alarming rate and calls for a resurrect as his character falls. He sees Mercy’s wings at the edge of his screen but Widowmaker doesn’t come back up.
“Are you not paying attention? If you were going to play support can’t you do your job and heal when you’re supposed to? How did you even make it to master rank? Is this your boyfriend’s account? He’s going to be pissed when you end up demoting him to diamond,” he rebukes.
“If you were paying attention you’d have noticed that I was already using my res on Hanzo. We needed his Dragonstrike more than your abilities or is your head so far up your ass you can’t notice your teammates also going down around you?” The rebuff is laced with aggression. “If you’re so insecure knowing you’re skills are subpar to a woman who’s only been only been playing 3 months just fucking say so.”
“3 months? No way. You managed to rope in some dude who knows the game to rank you up and now you’re just reaping in the benefits. This is my job and it took me nearly a year to get to the same title.” Disbelief taints the edges of his declaration.
“Wow, you’d think a professional esports player would do better.”
“I’m not dedicating myself to one game and letting management decide my gameplay. I’m a Twitch streamer. I’m independent, I control myself,” he boasts.
“Ah, I know the type. Got a few hundred followers and think you’re hot shit, huh?” The voice jeers at him.
“Look little miss, I get that you might not be properly into games but I’ve got nearly 100k so I think I’m doing alright for myself.” It’s a shame his smirk can’t be seen.
He doesn’t expect the laugh that echoes on the other end and the taunting, “Cute” that follows.
There’s no time to continue the argument as their focus is brought back to the game.
Jungkook isn’t entirely selfish. When mentioned that his teammates were also going down he kept an eye out for more pressing cases but when his HP is dropping too close for comfort he calls for help.
“I’m really low. I need a heal!”
“Hmm, ask nicely.”
“The fuck? We don’t have time for your games, we’re going to lose the match, just heal!”
“Not with that attitude, we can win without you. If you want my help then beg for it.”
No way. He can make it through the fight without having to stoop so low. He just needs to get away from the fire and get a medpack.
At least he tries to but he’s surrounded on too many sides and there’s no clean way out.
“Can I have a heal, please?” he grunts through clenched teeth.
“Aw, see, you can be a good boy.” His HP comes back up nearly instantly.
There’s a few close calls before the screen lights up.
VICTORY
A sigh of relief escapes him as the group congratulates each other on the win but his patience has worn thin.
“Can we kick the chick so we can get someone decent on support?” he asks.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry, did my game glitch? I don’t think it was your character I saw in the play of the game footage? Open your eyes for a second and try to understand how I got more kills than you as support than you managed to get as damage? Do you want to give Mercy a shot, maybe she’ll be more your speed?” There’s an evil lilt to the voice that answers him. “I guess we know which one of us is boosted after all, huh?”
“You know what, bitch? I’ve had enough of your shit. 1v1 me and we can see who has the skills without having to rely on the team,” he demands.
The voice acquiesces, nonchalant and unbothered. A Discord username pops up in the chat and the account disconnects from the game. His friends try to get him to just forget about it and keep playing now that they’ll just have someone new to join the team but Jungkook’s reputation is at stake and he won’t let some girl think she’s got something over him. He assures his friends it’d only take a minute and he’d be right back as soon as it’s dealt with.
He sets up a custom game, elimination, and picks his favorite map, Castillo. He picks his character and sends the game invite after adding the player to his friend list, begrudgingly.
It only takes a minute for the user to join the game. Frustration courses through him when the other player’s icon also changes to Widowmaker. A message pops up: Since we both main Widowmaker this is the fairest way to measure up, don’t you think? Fine. If that’s how they want to play this.
The set up is ready and the game starts. He easily makes it to the center statue and takes a second to assess where his opponent might be coming from. Venom Mines set at the most obvious chokepoint where the opposite side would come in from, but it stays silent. He activates his Infra-Sight to see where they might be hiding behind a structure but no outlines make themselves known. The enemy is simply not here.
His eyes get drawn to the chat on the side of the screen.
Behind you
ROUND LOST
He’s back at spawn.
What the fuck. Where had they even come from? There was no way they would have passed by him. He would have seen it.
Forget it. Push to the next round. He’s barely out of spawn before he gets hit again.
ROUND LOST
It doesn’t stop.
ROUND LOST
ROUND LOST
ROUND LOST
It’s entirely too quick for the screen to boast GoldenJK 0 VS 11 Audreonne. Absolutely no way. Discord is pulled up on the other screen and he doesn’t hesitate to press the call button. It doesn’t take long for the dial tone to disappear indicating the call being picked up on the other end.
“I expected you to rage quit honestly. I’ve seen it happen often enough before. Think having me whisper sweet nothings in your ear is going to make you focus better?” The voice is mocking which just makes his teeth bite down harder.
“It’s impossible that you’re not hacking somehow. Or someone else is playing for you. There’s never been some girl able to counter me this easily. Open cams so I can see that you’re really playing properly. Mouse and keyboard in frame, you’re not pulling anything sneaky on me.”
His answer comes in the form of a hum. Low and thoughtful. “I wouldn’t usually let you or anyone else direct orders at me but I’ve got nothing to hide and if you think trying to pay attention to how I play while simultaneously trying to get a shot in on your skill level is going to help then who am I to deny.”
The call screen changes as he finally sets his eyes upon his opponent, upon you. His preconceived notions of a pink room with a background full of stuffed animals is quickly quashed as he takes in that your setup is surprisingly similar to his.
It’s hard to see the color of your walls at all through the amount of posters covering them. Jungkook recognizes characters from different franchises: Link from Legend of Zelda, Masterchief from Halo, GLaDOS from Half Life, Elizabeth from Bioshock, and centered right behind you looks like a massive custom print of Widowmaker. The room is dark and eerily illuminated by the purple LED lights that border the ceiling. More lights are coming from in front of you which he can assume are from your tower and keyboard. Your Secret Lab gaming chair seems to be an even newer model than his, one which had only just come out. Had you not been sitting in the middle of the frame he would have assumed the room belonged to a top rated esports gamer.
But you were in frame and his eyes finally settle upon his rival. Your webcam is set right next to your monitor so the angle captures your face as you can stare dead into it. A shiver runs down his spine, was it intimidation or something else? Your headset is large enough to drown your head. At this point he wasn’t surprised to realize they were Razer Krakens but he somehow still expected the kitten ears to sprout from the band and he’s slightly disappointed to see they’re missing.
“Well? Aren’t you going to open your webcam too then? Only fair that I get to monitor the way you play too. I need to make sure I’m not playing the same way you do if I expect to keep my rank.” Did your voice always sound so sultry or is the image of putting face to voice messing with him?
He doesn’t bother sending any fighting words back at the jab. He simply opens his webcam to show off his own stream setup. The walls behind him aren’t as crowded as yours. Shelves filled with various figurines are more his vibe than posters but it’s oddly mirrored to your own. His LED lights filter through the color spectrum slowly, a trick to keep his viewers engaged as they anticipate the next color to come if their attention slips from the game.
He looks up and to his right to look into the camera hoping to send the same jolt down your spine that he received earlier. His friends often make fun of him for setting up his angle as ‘Myspace circa 2005’ but it serves its purpose of capturing more of his body into frame. He knows showing as much of himself as possible racks in a lot of his viewership.
He takes advantage of having your eyes focused on him to stretch his arms up and behind him, exposing a thin sliver of skin where his shirt meets his hips. He doesn’t try to hide the grin that spreads as he notices your eyebrow tick. Gotcha.
“Are you ready to finish this or do you need to go do your yoga routine?” Your voice is laced with annoyance now. Jungkook is a master at testing someone’s patience, as his hyungs would confirm, and yours is getting thin, exactly what he’s looking for to have you distracted.
“Let’s get it.” He pulls the sleeves of his hoodie up, exposing his forearms and the tattoos that paint his right arm, rivers of veins swimming between them. It’s nearly impossible to hear the little catch in your breath but he’s sure it was there. He bends back into his position, back curved too much for comfort and fingers heavy on his keyboard as he shifts his focus back to the monitor with the game waiting to restart.
Jungkook maneuvers his character back to the central statue as he had earlier, this time focusing more on taking the side paths rather than go straight for the choke point via the tunnel. He keeps cover behind the buildings, eyes trained on the other side of the plaza waiting for you to slip through but you’re nowhere to be seen.
His eyes veer to your webcam and your body is poised entirely too comfortably for the amount of stress he feels. Your back is set on your chair, head rested on the built in pillow. Your arms are relaxed as they wrap around one of your legs which has been hiked up onto the seat of your chair. Your fingers dance around the keys almost languidly. Honestly, you look nearly bored. He barely registers a smirk grace your lips before he hears the shot.
ROUND LOST
You stare into the camera, smile both sweet and rage inducing. “Maybe if you kept your eyes on the game you would have seen that coming.”
He doesn’t bother to deign you with a response before the next round starts. Fine, the plaza is clearly too distracting. He’ll stick to his end, make you come to him and he’ll be ready when you get there. He doesn’t go past the choke point, waits for you to show up. You’ll either come by the tunnel or around the side and through the arches. He can’t possibly miss you.
He just needs to wait. You have to be close by now. You’re not as aggressive in your strategy as he is but you’re bound to come looking for him when he isn’t at the statue.
He chances a quick glance to your camera. Your fingers are quick so you’re on the move. Any second.
“Where are you…” he mutters under his breath, forgetting that you can hear the annoyance in his tone. He’s staring the screen down hard, not letting you distract him this time. He triggers his Infrasight and scans the scene but comes up empty. Just buildings and no trace of your silhouette behind any of them.
He’ll never admit that he jumped halfway out of his chair when your Widowmaker suddenly drops right in front of him from above and you shriek, “BOO!”
The strings of expletives that flow out of him are cut off as he rips his headset off. It smashes onto the ground with an alarming crack but he doesn’t care. He’s out of his chair and pacing into a circle around the room as he tries to catch his breath. He can hear your howling laughter from the forgotten equipment on his floor.
It takes a minute but he sits back down and sets up again to see you’re still bent over, giggles coming out of you through your attempts to breathe.
“How the actual fuck did you even get there?” he demands. He’s angry. At you for continuously one upping him or at himself that someone, a girl, can so easily thwart him.
“For someone who mains Widowmaker you do forget about the grappling hook a lot. It’s surprisingly easy to get to the rooves and sashay my murderous little ass right above you and BAM, it’s over, Anakin. I have the high ground.”
It takes some self control not to smile at the reference. Jungkook may be fighting for his ego but he’s a geek first of all and always enjoys a good Star Wars joke.
“You gave up your secrets easily. You won’t catch me off guard next time.” He’s smug in his answer. He’s got you figured out now and he won’t be so simple to take out this round.
It might be the time to add another advantage to his side. He requests your patience just for a minute, it’s hot in the room. That’s a blatant lie. He keeps his streaming room nearly uncomfortably cold so none of his equipment overheats since he runs so many things at once.
He removes his headset, carefully placing them down on his desk this time. He gets up and makes sure he’s still in frame. His face is cut off by the angle but that’s fine, it’s not the most important portion of his plan.
His movements are slow as he takes his hoodie off. Reaches behind him to grasp at the material between his shoulder blades and pulls it over his head. He’s sure to drag it along his body so that the shirt under it pulls up along with it exposing the tight expanse of skin across his abdomen. He purposefully pulls the material nearly up to his clavicles in semblance of trying to find the hem, exposing a shiny glint, and throws the hoodie off to the side.
He finds his seat again with a cocky smirk painted on his lips. His little show only continues with his current state. He had been broke for so long that he didn’t update his wardrobe despite his continued presence at the gym resulting in most of his t-shirts now being more second skin than they are fabric.
He doesn’t miss how your eyes seem to have gotten a shade darker than they were a minute ago. The flex in his bicep as he gets comfortable over his keyboard is subconscious but effective nonetheless.
“Like what you see, princess?” He’s not hiding the smile this time. He knows the effect he has on people and uses his charms like a weapon.
His attacks are usually not so easily countered which he should have seen coming from you by now.
“Nothing that impressive. I just think that if you spent half as much time actually playing the game as you do in the gym you might be better at it.” You’re casual as you shrug him off before sending your own attack his way. “I think you’re right, it is getting a little warm on my end too.”
The regret that fills Jungkook is instant as you pull the zipper of your own hoodie down, eyes hard into the camera. You don’t bother getting up, opting for bending over obscenely as you pull on the ends of your sleeves behind you to free your arms, sending the view of your webcam straight down the top of your shirt. You weren’t wearing an ostentatiously low cut shirt like other women streamers Jungkook has encountered but there’s only so much decency the angle can afford which you knew very well.
The warmth going through Jungkook isn’t fake anymore. He can feel the heat radiating off the tops of his cheeks and the weight of the blood rushing south to settle into his crotch. His choice to wear his grey sweatpants will surely bite him in the ass.
“Problem, baby boy?” He’s completely blue screened, vision only registering at your taunt. You’re back in your previous position only more smug than ever.
He coughs out a, “no” before urging for the game to start again.
He’s out of the spawn point in a flash. He’s back up near the choke point and slips through the arch. He’s heading for the balcony to have some leverage to check the rooves around the plaza to take you down before you even reach his side of the map.
He’s panning the field of view from left to right, as much as he can from his hiding spot behind a wall but there’s no movement. It’s possible that you circumvented the other way and are waiting to fall on his head again so he rushes to the other side of the path to check above him but he never makes it. His character falls as soon as it gets out of cover.
The scream you let out is inhuman, the Joker on crack. It’s high pitched and unrestrained as it devolves into more laughter.
“Omg, you’re so fucking easy to read. Of course you were going to keep your eyes up when I told you that’s how I kept getting you. I pranced my ass straight into the plaza in plain sight and you didn’t bother to look down for a second. You’d make a great pet, you’re so simple to train.”
That last jab sent a bolt of electricity down his spine. It definitely hit him but instead of running through him and stopping behind his eyes as the usual insults tend to make home this one runs down and settles into his lap, the energy still buzzing.
He shifts in his seat and the movement immediately draws your attention.
“Aw, are you squirming? Getting nervous you might be shown up and realize you’re not God’s gift to gaming after all? Or are you nervous you’re being put in your place by a woman? Is that scary for you? Poor little big man ego bruised? Baby needs to go cry to mama?” Your tone is high pitched now, mocking.
This doesn’t help his situation and he can’t possibly hide the growing tent in his pants without being even more obvious. Maybe you won’t pick up that the bulge which very apparently is, in fact, not a banana in his pocket.
But of course the universe exists to bring him pain.
“Oh my god, you’re getting off on this, aren’t you? What is it that’s triggering you, the humiliation or the degradation? Probably both, you sick little freak.” Your words may sound disgusted but the gleeful smile you wear paired with the glint in your eyes shows otherwise.
The look on your face makes it so much worse and he bows his head to get away from it, eyes scrunched tightly so he isn’t faced with the product of your taunts but the soft whimper that escapes him cannot be stopped in time.
The chuckle that leaves you is much more sinister than your earlier ones. It’s filled with something that Jungkook can’t quite identify but courses through him like wildfire. His hands fly from the keyboard to his chair, fingers digging into the leather of his armrests.
“Look up, baby. It’s not nice to ignore someone.” His head snaps up at the command, seemingly out of his control. His eyes are wide and glassy, as if vacant from any thought of his own volition. “That’s funny. You’re so good at taking orders all of a sudden. You act like a big tough man online but you’re just a pathetic little boy that needs to be told what to do, aren’t you?”
Lips tight, teeth biting over them so as to not let anymore treacherous sounds out, he nods. You’d seen right through him since you entered their game. Online persona versus true hidden feelings revealed to you as easily as reading a children’s book.
“That’s what I thought.” He sees your eyes dip down, knows you’re taking in how hard he is, length straining against the fabric. He’s rethinking his choice of going commando. He didn’t expect his regular Overwatch stream to land him in this position. “You look uncomfortable all bent over like that. Tilt your chair back and get cozy, you’re going to need it.” One side of your lips pull up into a vicious smirk. He can’t tell what could possibly be going through your mind but he’s sure he’s about to find out.
The breath he attempts to rush in comes staggered, taking time to settle in his lungs before he blindly grasps at the lever on the side of the chair. He’s careful to push himself down on the backrest to angle himself enough to have a wide range of motion in front of him without impacting the view of your camera.
“You’re doing so well. Breathe, sweetling.” Your voice sounds so comforting, so different from its earlier bite. His eyes close as he takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. It takes a couple tries but he finally seems to melt into the cushion of his chair.
The tension in his muscles ebb away and his eyes reopen to find you in his monitor. Your own gaze seems to have a glassy look as you take in his new position.
“I knew you could be a good boy,” you praise, which makes his breath hitch into his throat. He’s put himself in a vulnerable position with you at the helm and he’s still unsure whether that was a good idea.
He can see your eyes dip to his lap and he’s reminded of the compromising view he’s showing off, sweats tight over his crotch. The reminder prompts him to bring his hands down to cover the area, suddenly shy with the dynamic this situation has created.
The rush sends his palms flying downwards with more force than intended. The pressure suddenly pressed onto his shaft rips a moan that reverbs from deep within his chest. He can feel his face heating in embarrassment. Whatever he does just sends him further into distress.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, baby. We haven’t even started. Keep your hands where I tell you. Keep them to yourself for now. Go on, bring them back to the arm rests.”
It’s such an easy request but it takes some effort not to simply ignore your command and instead squeeze and relieve some of the pressure building in his pelvis. His grip is tighter around the arm rests of his chair than it should be but so is the knot inside him just begging to unravel.
“Great job, darling.” There’s a warm feeling in his chest at your words. Not the same heat from the embarrassment you put him through, something more comforting, akin to pride. “Pull your shirt up, you were so keen to show off what was under it earlier.”
Jungkook doesn’t think about the speed at which he brings his body back up into a sitting position to reach behind him and tug at the fabric but he’s quickly stopped by your voice again.
“Ah, ah! I said up not off. You’re not going to start disobeying so soon, are you? We’re going to have to work on your listening skills, brat.”
Jungkook hopes the soft whimper that escapes from the back of his throat isn’t picked up but he knows the quality of his microphone definitely registered it. He tries not to think too hard about that.
He brings himself back onto his chair, back leaning down, chest high and forward. His hand is tempting as he brings the hem of his shirt up slowly to expose the taught skin of his abdomen, fingers rising and falling between the dips of his abs up to the curve of the bottom of his pectoral.
“Go on, I didn’t tell you to stop,” you encourage. He continues the movement until the fabric of his shirt is bunched under his neck, the edges still draped to cover most of his pecs. “Come on now, you were so eager to show off your pretty tits earlier.”
The heat increases with a vengeance, spreading through the entirety of his exposed skin. His hips jerk involuntarily as his t-shirt scrapes over his nipples to finally expose what he knows you’re after. Across each dusken areola is a straight barbell pierced through his nipples keeping them hard and perky.
“So sensitive, aren’t you? Is that why you got those? So that every time your too tight shirts make contact you’re secretly getting turned on? Do your friends know you’re just a little whore behind that tough boy exterior?”
Your words sound far away and his breath feels harder to catch. The room feels hazy.
“You’ll show me how sensitive it makes you, right? You’ll be good and give me a demonstration? Do it, baby, use your pretty fingers.”
Jungkook hooks the bottom of his shirt over his head to give himself the space and ability to use both hands to roam over the tight planes of his chest. Each palm comes up to cover over a pec, just feeling the warmth radiating from his skin under his touch. He’s taking his time and you don’t push as he squeezes and pinches at the muscle around where he’s desperately craving the stimulation.
He can’t handle teasing himself too long, his body screaming in anticipation. A sharp cry melts into the soundproof foam mounted on his walls when his fingers finally take hold and tweak at his nipples. The stark contrast of the cold metal that pierces through him and the heat of his skin sends him reeling. His mouth easily falls open when he finally makes contact.
“Aww,” you coo at him, “such a responsive little slut, aren’t you? Bet your fingers aren’t enough, huh? Wish it was my hands on you instead?” You bring your hand up in front of you to examine it, to make him imagine how it’d feel on him instead of his own. “My nails are a little sharp but that’s the best part isn’t it? Want me to leave marks in your soft skin? Scratched up so everyone knows you belong to me? Is that even enough or do you need teeth? Bet you'd look so pretty, all littered in bite marks.”
The electricity blossoms from each nipple and blooms across his chest moving down to take root in his pelvis, the jolt ending at his balls which ache with the weight of his want. The roughness of the fabric of his sweats rubs at the head of his cock from the force at which his shaft strains against the fabric. The torture is too much and not enough all at once. He can feel the wetness spread from where his slit pushes against the cotton as his precome starts to leak out of him.
Your eyes darken along with the spot, both incentives pushing his desire further. His right hand abandons its post on his nipple and slowly drags itself down to the hem of his pants. It stops to grab onto the waistband. He understands the rules of this game.
Jungkook’s eyes dig into yours and awaits your response. A smirk spans across your lips as you take in his position, hand still and grasping to avoid breaking and dipping lower than it’s allowed.
“You want to play with your little cock, darling?” His breath sticks in his throat, a nod being the only answer he can muster. “Tsk, that won’t do. I’ll give you what you want but you need to ask for it properly. Use your words.”
His knuckles turn white as his fist tightens and a shiver runs through him. He can feel the wave start at his scalp and move agonizingly slowly down his spine, body thrusting as it follows the sensation. “Please,” he implores.
“Good boy. Go on then.”
His fist dives into his pants at an embarrassing speed but the sigh of relief that escapes him is worth it. There are noises filling the room but he ignores the fact they’re all coming from him, soft whimpers and sweet whines as his grip around his shaft moves slowly up and down.
“Are you going to keep all the best parts to yourself? Such a greedy baby. Pull it out for me. Don’t you want to show off your pretty little pierced cock?”
All movement stops. Jungkook’s head flies up to look at his monitor. You look as calm and collective as ever. Your smile seems sweet but he knows the vicious words those lips can form. His eyes fall to his lap and although his dick is clearly imprinted across the fabric there’s no way you could have noticed those details, especially not with his fingers wrapped around his shaft.
“Did you think you were sneaky? Take a look at yourself right now,” you instruct. He brings his gaze over to the corner of the monitor where his own webcam is reflecting the show he’s been putting on. “All those tattoos?” His eyes follow the span of his right arm, ink decorating every inch from shoulder down to where his forearm disappears into his pants knowing it goes to the tip of his fingers. “The piercings? Your eyebrow, your ears, your lip, you pretty little nipples. They’re everywhere. Are you going to try to make me believe a little painslut like you hasn’t brought it down to the most sensitive part?”
There are no words to defend himself. There’s no defense at all, you’re right. He’d started with his ears as a teenager and only getting more daring as the years went on. The burn of each new piercing only good enough to last for him the healing time before going to chase the sensation again.
He chooses to ignore the taunt and follow your earlier request of pulling himself out. He lifts his ass off his chair enough to pull his pants down to his knees, exposing thick thighs and sending his dick smacking against his abdomen.
He’s not exactly small, the head resting comfortably just under his navel. He can easily touch his thumb to his fingers once they’re wrapped around the shaft but he also knows his own hand is much bigger than the feminine ones that otherwise try their grip. His thoughts wander to the size of your own hands and how they would look wrapped around him.
He keeps his hand off himself for now to give you time to form your next order. You don’t give him any insight to your thoughts as you just take him in. You’d never admit that you were slightly off in your guess. You expected a barbell to peek out of the slit and curve down just under the edge of his defined mushroom head. A Prince Albert is the most standard you’ve seen in your own experiences. Instead you can see the bottom of his shaft lined with 4 straight barbells going down in a line. A Jacob’s Ladder is much more aesthetic and you’re not entirely surprised with his choice. It’s clear Jungkook puts a lot of thought into his appearance and getting four times the pain fits with what you’ve been discovering about him.
Despite all this all you tell him is, “pretty.” It all works just as well for what you’re aiming for. It’s clear that Jungkook gets plenty of female attention if his ego was anything to go by. You’re sure he’s gotten compliments about his sexy body and handsome face but you love seeing a man get flustered when receiving a stereotypically feminine compliment. Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes a few times to try to fish for a response but he comes up empty. You can’t help the giggle that slips out seeing him all exposed and under your control but get shy over such a simple comment.
“You’re doing so well, baby. Will you show me how you make yourself feel good?” The instruction brings him back to the situation at hand, as if suddenly remembering he’s sitting naked in front of this stranger, humiliation having taken a turn.
The grip he had on himself had loosened in surprise at your call out but tightens with renewed vigor. A choked gasp slips from between his lips, mouth still open from the shock.
“Always in a rush. Do you need instructions for everything? Can’t calm down enough to pace yourself? Are you doing it on purpose? You just want my help?”
He shakes his head in response to the taunt. He’s not being bad on purpose. He’s just trying to follow your direction. You asked him to do what feels good and this does.
There’s a low hum buzzing in his headset as you contemplate his answer. “I don’t think I believe you. You’ve been such a brat. I think you just want to see me angry.”
His eyes widen a little wider at your words. You could get worse? His dick pulses at the thought and his hand clenches around it to stop it from jumping too obviously.
“Guess we’ll just have to take it one step at a time then. Listen well, I don’t want to have to repeat myself. Hands off,” you order.
His hand flies away as if burnt. His palms lay tense but still on his thighs as he waits for the first command. There’s a tremble in his extremities. Is it attributed to the anticipation or the degradation? He doesn’t have time to think and determine the answer before your next words come floating at him.
“Good. Now, slowly, bring your right hand to your cute little dick. Just your fingertips. A light touch. I bet your skin is so soft, isn’t it?”
His hand follows your voice. The pads of his fingers are ghosting over his thigh, up towards his pelvis, over his balls and agonizingly slowly up his shaft. He can feel the protrusions of each of the metal barbells under his skin. Bump, bump, bump, bump until he reaches the head. It’s silky and wet from the precum that leaks from the tip.
The low groan he lets out is the indication you’re waiting for to give him his next praise. It’s clear from the visible throbbing of his cock that he’s desperate to move faster but he keeps the same soft touch you asked for.
“You’re doing so well, darling. Such a good boy. Do you want more? You know how to ask for it. Go on.” The noise that escapes him is tortuous, part moan and part whine, lament on his tongue but he pleads so prettily for you to let him feel more.
“Please, please, please.”
You allow him a strong grip, a long sigh of relief but don’t let him quicken the pace. It’s still the sluggish up and down motion that teases the piercings that line under his shaft. His breath is shaky and the noises escape him involuntarily. Although you have all the control his body is losing the little it had left.
“So noisy. Good little toys are quiet.” You weren’t going to admit that seeing a man of his stature be rendered to a whining mess by a few little remarks is your favorite music but you know forcing them down only makes them sing so much sweeter later. “Do I need to shut you up? Baby needs a gag, hmm?”
Jungkook doesn’t need to peek at his monitor to see that his pupils have blown at the suggestion. His mouth waters and the swallowing motion is obvious as he tries not to drool which only sparks your tormenting ideas.
“You can put your mouth to use if you can’t keep it shut. You’ve got a free hand, go ahead and put your fingers between those plump lips.” He’s no stranger to putting his fingers in other people’s mouths, tongue slipping between his digits so he can be at the helm of torture himself but he’s rarely at the receiving end.
The weight of two fingers rest unfamiliarly heavy on his tongue but the warm and wet feeling that surrounds them sends him spiraling. He’s trying his best not to disobey and be loud but the stimulation feels so good that he can’t stop the moan that reverberates around his fingers.
“Tsk, clearly not enough. You can fit more in there, can’t you?” You’re pushing at his comfort zone but he’s not the type to back down. A few more fingers won’t hurt. It’s not long until he has four fingers second knuckle deep in his mouth, jaw stretched and aching to accommodate the intrusion.
“You’re doing perfectly, darling. You can put them in further, can’t you? I bet you love shoving your cock in someone’s throat so you can handle some fingers in there, right? Some girls can’t possibly handle more than you, huh?” You’re pushing at his ego, knowing exactly which buttons to press to spark his competitive side.
His eyes narrow at the assumption. Whatever you think he can handle he’ll show that he exceeds those expectations. He’s a little too rough with his urge to prove himself and pushes his fingers further in with too much force which sets off his gag reflex. His hand pulls away from his mouth, to allow him cough and catch his breath. His face is heated and strings of spit connect his mouth to his fingers now held awkwardly in front of him.
Your dark chuckle echoes in his ears at the sight. You knew this would happen, exactly what you were aiming for. Always pushing just hard enough for him to embarrass himself slightly but he’s been putting himself in those positions voluntarily. You might be saying the right things to push his limits but never enough to truly manipulate him into positions he doesn’t want to be in.
“Aww, guess you’ll need to work on your breathing when your mouth is full, sweetling. But now that your fingers are nice and wet how about you take advantage of the situation? Your balls look so heavy and full. Don’t you need some relief?”
He jumps at the opportunity, bringing his hand down, past where his right is still clinging to his cock to cup at his balls. He hadn’t gotten laid in a few weeks and the focus on the competitive season had taken too much of his free time to allow himself some self appointed release. Finally having his hand gently fondling reminds him of how achey they’d been since the start of this strange position.
“Squeeze harder. You love the pain, don’t you? Show me how much you can take.” The taunting has made him sensitive and the rough restraint surrounding both his balls and shaft sends jolts through him. Little pinches from his fingers shoot shocks to every part of his body, knot clenching in his abdomen. You’re so pleased at how well he’s following your instructions. The toxic gamer boy you met not even an hour ago is nowhere to be found, making way for a perfect little doll to play with.
“Have you had enough teasing, baby? You ready to get started?” Started?? As if all the torment you’ve put him through has just been child’s play. He’s not sure how much more he can take but he’ll easily continue to follow, preemptively drunk on the high he knows you’ll send him on. The long moan he lets out is enough of an answer for you.
“Good. Spit in your hand, sweetling, we don’t want you too dry and hurt yourself.” Between the jabs you do want him to actually enjoy himself. There’s no pause to do as he’s told, eager to finally reach the relief you keep nudging away from him.
He’s sufficiently slicked up for his hand to move easily in a jerking motion, whine high in his throat. You play nice and let him set his pace while still giving simple requests: squeeze, pinch, twist, harder, faster, tighter.
He becomes a wiggling mess near instantly. His chest heaves and hips thrust erratically into his fist. His slit leaks profusely and you’re enthralled at the sight, so much that you nearly miss the moment when he’s about to lose himself. You’ve still got a few more tricks up your sleeve.
“Stop.” The command is plain, straightforward and cannot be misinterpreted. His hand jumps from the rhythm it had set, excruciatingly quick and tight. He’s clearly heard you but practically too far gone to obey. “You’re not going to make me repeat myself, are you, doll?”
It’s enough to have him rip his hands off himself and grasp at the armrests of his chairs once more, nails practically ripping into the leather with the force necessary to control himself. The frustration is audible in the loud groan that’s ripped out of him, long and tormented, ending in a sob.
“Oh, god. Why? I was finally so close! You’re cruel.” His voice cracks with the force of trying to keep the tears that spring to his eyes from falling.
“Aw, honey, don’t cry. It’s your own fault. You were so close to cumming but you were forgetting your manners. I don’t recall you asking for permission, do you?”
His jaw is clenched, trying to avoid letting out his irritation at you. Annoying you now will only set his fate in stone and you’ll never let him cum at all. “No, I didn’t. I’m sorry.”
“So polite, I knew you could do it. Ready to get back to it?”
No words are needed to answer, hands just jumping back to their earlier position, spit renewed and slick on his skin. He focuses to stay more in the moment, listening to your voice as it tells him little movements you want. The heavenly twist as the tightest part of his fist passes over his piercings right under the head. The swipe of his thumb over the slit every time he reaches the top, encircling the tip before it sinks back down to the base. The pull at his balls synchronized with the tug at the end of his cock.
His end is coming back quickly, the edging he’s been put under losing as his self control escapes him. He’s learned his earlier lesson. His eyes find yours in the monitor, both of you staring each other down. Your eyebrow ticks when you notice irregularity of his thrusts, cadence breaking.
“Please!” he begs. “Please, let me cum. I need to cum, please please,” he rambles on. He continues to implore you, unsure if his pleading is still making sense. His pride means nothing in the moment, reprieve the only thing he can focus on anymore.
“Of course, darling. Go ahead,” you allow him.
His head is thrown back with the force of the relief he is finally given. He tries so hard to keep his eyes on yours as he falls apart. He wants to see your reaction to achieving what you’ve been working on but the wave that sweeps through him is too strong and his eyes close briefly as he feels his balls emptying, jet spraying over his abdomen, a few stray drops going as far as to reach his cheek.
Everything feels too hot. The fire under his skin. The stuffiness of the room around him. The cum that marks him the entirety of his chest which will quickly become a sticky mess.
Jungkook expected a genuine smile to finally grace your features by this point. He’d followed all your commands, he’d been so good but the same sadistic smirk is all that he finds once he manages to look back at you.
“Keep going.”
Keep going? Keep what going? He’s empty, dick starting to slump back towards the ground.
“Don’t look so clueless. You asked to cum and I allowed it. You never said anything about asking to stop so take your pretty little dick back in your hand and keep going.”
Crazy. You’re devil incarnate, a demon in a pretty girl’s skin. Yet instead of closing the call and ignoring you he still reaches to grasp himself again.
There’s uncomfortable jolts of electricity going through him. He’s still too sensitive, the friction on his shaft sending his nervous system into overdrive. He reaches up to play at his nipples again. He knows how responsive his body is with the right stimulation. A few pinches and tweaks will have him hard again near instantly. He silently thanks the refractory period of being a horny dude in his twenties.
He’s back at full mast soon enough but the sensitivity is still too high, body jerking every time his fingers accidentally go too high and scrape against the head of his cock.
“You can do it properly, can’t you? Stroke your gorgeous cock like you mean it.” Only whimpers come as an answer. He can follow your directions. He wants to please you so badly. His eyes are squinted shut with the effort it takes to reach the tip and squeeze and twist around the head.
“Fuck! Hurts,” he complains, words barely being able to be formed between the pained wails. Breathing is becoming harder through the agony. His thighs are shaking, spasms wracking through his body as he tries to keep his pace.
“You love it when it hurts, don’t you? My perfect little painslut.” The agony he’s putting himself through is worth every second if it’s rewarded with your praises.
He desperately needs incentive to keep pushing towards his goal. His free hand is moving steadily upwards, over his chest, shiver rocking through him as he grazes his nipple again to settle at the base of his throat.
His head stretches back to expose as much of his neck as he can, muscles tensing as he wraps his hand around the column. He misses the hitch in your own breath at the view. He’s a beautiful mess and completely wrapped around your finger.
“Of course you’d like to be choked. Masochistic whore like you? Go on, squeeze, baby.”
The world turns dull around him. The darkness behind his closed eyes explodes in a world of color. There’s a cramp in his fingers as they dig into his skin. His throat is raw from the screams he’s letting out and the room is filled with the obscene slippery sounds of his hand jerking through the cum that’s now sticky against him but none of the sound registers in his ears. The only melody that enters through the fog in his brain in your voice as it calls to him one last time.
“Let go, baby. Be a good boy and cum for me.”
His hand releases his neck from its grasp and everything collapses around him. Air rushes back to his brain and lungs in a crashing wave. The pain previously holding onto each of his nerve endings lets go into euphoria as a new flow of cum spurts out of him, albeit not as impressive as the first. Most of it ends up being forcefully milked out of his slit as it settles pathetically over his tattooed knuckles.
His whole body quivers for far too long, floating in exhilaration. It takes time for Jungkook to come back to his senses. There’s a thin film of sweat covering him and a dopey smile on his face at the bliss he’s been hurled into.
When he thinks he’s finally strong enough to handle the weight of his body back into a sitting position he searches for your eyes, ready to see how you’ve been affected by the whole thing only to be met with a dark screen. Your webcam has been turned off, the call disconnected.
All he’s left with is the chat window where a new message can be seen, a link to a Twitch page. He’s following it to a user page where he can see a picture of you in the circular shape next to your gamertag.
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His attention is ripped away by a new incoming Discord notification.
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{Who is y/n Dating?} Sapnap x Reader
summary: you are friends with the dream team and chat thought that you are dating one of them because it seems like all of them has a crush on you and they all tease the idea and chat can't figure it out
pronouns: they/them mentioned once, otherwise nothing else
word count: 2316
trigger warnings: swearing, offensive language not directed at reader
a/n: I got this request from @iloveappleberries <333
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“Oh y/n?” You leaned back in your chair, amused at the fact that chat already noticed you hopped into Sapnap’s chat not even a second go. “Are they really here?”
You smirked to yourself knowing how chat acted up whenever you joined his stream. You leaned forward in your chair and rested your elbows against the table. You typed in chat: hey :)
And just like that, the small winky face, sent everyone in a frenzy. They were ecstatic that you flirted with Sapnap. Well, really they went crazy whenever you flirted with anyone. You had a tendency to do it more than you would like to admit. But who could really blame you? Sapnap, Dream, and George are so hot.
“y/n hop in vc 2!” Sapnap encouraged.
You smiled, shaking your head. You didn't plan on streaming today, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to be in someone else’s stream just for a little bit. You tugged your headphones over your eyes and scooted close to your mic, joining the vc, “Hello?”
“You actually joined!” Sapnap cheered.
“Well yeah, who would turn down watching the hottest valorant player play some valo?” You teased. You looked over at the tab for chat. They continued on their ‘y/nnap’ hype.
Sapnap chuckled, “Damn right I am.”
You rolled your eyes, “Seems like you’ve been having a rough day. That win count doesn't look very high to me.”
You heard him sigh, “It’s literally not my fault. Some fucking whore decided that they were gonna all the fucking rounds and-”
“You’re bitching again?” You asked. “All you do is bitch, it's never ‘I fucked up’, always gotta be someone else’s fault.”
“Bye y/n,” Sapnap jokingly left the vc out of ‘anger’. He was still busy with his stream and losing pretty bad at valorant so you decided to leave the vc too.
You scrolled through your tag on Twitter. You were curious about what people had to say about your appearance and light flirting. It was the normal debate of who you were dating. Ever since you started streaming with Dream Team, chat was quick to pick up that you had a certain charm to you and that you had all of the boys simping for you. At this point they don't hide it. You all flirted with another, it was some weird platonic square of flirting back and forth.
Every time you interacted with one of them, chat did their damndest to figure out if your two were together. They seemed to have this idea of you dating one of them, they just had to figure out who.
The truth was, you weren't dating any of them. You were all just friends who saw an opportunity for clout and took it. It was probably the most fun thing that you have ever done. At first, it was all shit and giggles. Dream suggested it after they thought you were dating him but flirted with Sapnap at the same time. It was a little game of “who is y/n dating?” For the mcyt community, you and the Dream Team became the next “Jacob or Edward?”. Everyone had their own opinions and evidence to back it up and you thought it was enjoyable for all that were involved.
Your scrolling was interrupted by an incoming call from Dream. You waited a second before answering, “Is that Dream from the Dsmp?”
He chuckled, “Yes, yes it is. I’m not live by the way. I just got done talking with Sapnap.”
“Sapnap?” You questioned. “I was just on his stream.”
“Mhm,” He hummed. “I tried to join before you left. I wanted to fuck around a little with chat.”
You laughed, “Did you get the part where I called him ‘hot’? Chat seemed to be entertained.”
“I didn't hear it, but I was told about it,” Dream replied. “Chat was asking me to go see if Sap was blushing or not…they could hear it apparently. Then they asked me how it felt to get my ‘crush’ stolen by my roommate.”
“Did you go check?” You asked for no apparent reason.
“Someone’s curious…” Dream teased.
You sighed, “Don't start that now, you know I’m just curious.”
“I did not check, but I’m sure if I did that he would be blushing so hard.”
The thought of you making that Texian bastard blush made your heartbeat a little faster. Although the whole dating thing was for clout, you did have the best times pretending with Sapnap. He was by far the one who you had the most fun with.
“I’m thinking about making a tweet,” You told Dream. “Something like ‘everyone is trying to figure out who I’m dating but I'm trying to figure out who I’m not’. Something stupid like that.”
He wheezed, “That is a great idea, do it right now, I wanna see what they say.”
You quickly typed the Tweet out and posted it. The likes and reposts sky rocketed up right away. You immidentanly had an incoming call from George. Dream added him in.
“What do you mean, ‘who you’re not dating’?” George asked before even saying ‘Hello’.
You and Dream both laughed in response. “We just wanted to mess with them a little bit,” You explained. “We’re feeding them the content today.”
“Oh I see,” George replied. “You seem to be doing a good job of it.”
You crossed your arms proudly, “Yes I am, thank you very much.”
The three of you sat in silence for a bit, thinking about what to say. Besides this trope, you three never talked or had much in common. You were all good friends, but they were too busy simping for each other to really have deep conversations with you.
You tapped the side of your desk about to speak before Deram blurted out: “You know we can tell the difference in your voice when you flirt with us and with Sapnap right?”
“W-What?” You stuttered out.
You always knew that you were closer with Sapnap, but you didn't realize that it affected the way you sounded when you talked to him. That was such a plain middle school embarrassment type of thing.
George lightly laughed with Dream, “You seriously don't think that we would notice?”
“Your voice gets higher pitched and everything!”
You sighed, burying your head in your hands from embarrassment. You never acted on your feelings for Sapnap, you always kept them inside to stick with the trope. It would be super weird for you to actually date one of them. But, if you had the choice, it would be Sapnap without a single doubt in your mind. You connected best with him and he made you laugh the hardest out of the three. You tended to play a lot more games with him than anyone else, which was a main point for y/nnap shippers.
“Is my acting really that good that I’ve fooled you guys into thinking that I wanna date Sapnap too?” You laughed. “You guys sound exactly like chat right now.”
“You are literally the worst person at covering up a crush, y/n,” George stated. “We aren't dumb you know.”
You sighed, “I do not wanna date Sapnap. That would be ridiculous.”
“Get that, ‘I do not wanna date Sapnap’ bullshittery out of here!” Dream yelled. “We both know you have a thing for him! You give him the most nicknames out of all of us! We only have like one! He has like five!”
“And how if you have facecam on, it ‘loses battery’ once Sapnap is about to join!” George added.
At that moment, you knew that they had caught you. They both knew and they picked up on all of your tells, “Do you think I should mess around with me dating him more?”
“I think you should actually date him,” Dream suggested.
You choked on the sudden air you inhaled, “You’re kidding! Stop messing with me!”
“I’m not!” He assured. “I think he really likes you too! He’s always talking about wanting to play games with you or invite you over to make something.”
“You two would make a great couple…” George added.
You thought for a second, “Dream, does he really like me?”
“Yeah I do…” You jumped at Sapnap’s voice. You nearly fell out of your chair because you were taken back by his sudden appearance in the group call. You checked who was actually in the call, and realized you never actually left the vc.
“Are you still streaming?” You quickly asked.
“No I’m not,” Sapnap answered. “My stream actually crashed because I had Twitter open so I decided to be done for the day. Chat really does know how to break a man’s internet.”
“My internet,” Dream interjected.
“Shut the actual fuck up, Dream. No one fucking asked,” Sapnap told him. “You guys leave vc,”
George was quick to leave and Dream fought it off for a bit, dying to hear the drama, but he did leave.
“I should’ve told you that I was still listening,” Sapnap admitted. “That wasn't really nice of me.”
You sighed, “Well, I guess everything happens for a reason right?”
You heard him huff out, “This is really short notice but do you wanna come over? I’m sure Dream won't mind but I really think we should do something?”
“Oh?” You asked.
“I think you should let me kiss you in a TikTok, but I don't show my face and we post it and watch everyone lose their absolute shit,” He suggested. You could tell that he was nervous from the way that his voice changed pitches through his sentences, but it was so cute.
“You wanna kiss me?” You asked.
“Oh shit!” Sapnap yelled. “I forgot the part about uh- asking you out. That part was actually supposed to happen first but uh- I was nervous so I kinda skipped it.”
“You dumb motherfucker!” You heard Dream faintly yell in the background.
“Sit your ass down you cunt!” Sapnap yelled. “Go back to your fucking hole and practice jumping off a cliff into a one by fucking one!”
You giggled at how flustered he got from messing up his ‘i think we should be together speech’, but you appreciated jumping right in. “Yeah I’ll leave right now!”
You set your phone on the ground and angled it up. You backed up next to Sapnap and got up on your tippy toes, getting close to his face and looking down to make sure that no definable features of him were showing. You couldn't see that well because Sapnap was quick to place his hand on your cheek and start to lean in.
You backed away laughing, “Not yet Sap! I haven't even started the recording!”
“Ugh!” He complained. “Did you really think I was gonna be able to hold back when I got a smokin’ hot snack in front of me!”
You shook your head and pushed him off. You bent back down to your phone and angled it forward more so that it wouldn't show his scruff.
“Is it good now,” He whined impatiently. “I really wanna kiss you now.”
You got up after setting a ten second timer and smiled, “Just don't take a step back and we’ll be good.”
You stood in front of Sapnap. He wasn't the tallest in the world, but was still taller than you. You couldn’t help but smile and giggle at how awkward this was. You were literally about to have your first kiss with Sapnap on a fucking TikTok and have the chance of people thinking it was Dream or George.
Nervous to make the first move you exclaimed: “Hurry up! “The timer is gonna-”
Sapnap cut you off by grabbing your hips roughly and pulling you close to him, desperately smashing his lips against yours. You could hear the video start with “Ophelia” playing as the sound. Sapnap hand’s explored your back as he kissed you with urgency, like he’s had this built up in him for months. You were quick to respond to his actions by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to you.
Your adrenaline was through the roof as you kissed him back with as much passion as you could. You’ve never had someone this obsessed with you and you loved every second. The sound stopped playing and you pulled away. You grabbed your phone and brought it over to Sapnap as you watched the replay.
“That was fucking hot,” He commented, still trying to catch his breath. “Post that shit and let those fuckers know you’re all mine.”
You laughed, “The whole point of this was to make them think about who you’re supposed to be.”
“Oh they’ll know damn well I’m yours real quick if they start saying you were kissing Dream or something stupid like that.”
You laughed and pushed at his shoulder, “Cut that out. Don't already be getting jealous.” You posted the video and refreshed the page. Chat did not let you down as they flushed the comment section about who they thought it would be, going as far to look at cracks in the wall to see if they could recognize any.
“Oh they know it’s me,” Sapnap placed his arm around your shoulder as he read the top comment: “‘only sapnap would kiss y/n with that much eagerness and passion’”
You smiled at the comment. They were one hundred percent right and everyone agreed with them. There were a few people arguing that it was Dream or George, but everyone basically knew it was Sapnap.
“See that shit?” Sapnap asked, replaying the video. “You get that whenever you want now.”
You chuckled, “More like you’re gonna give it to me whenever you want.”
Sapnap leaned down and placed a long, warm kiss to your temple, “I like the sound of that.”
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Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!
Word Count: 4256
Warnings: None, just some curse words. Fluff :]
Summary: Being such good friends with Quackity leads to the inevitable; catching feelings. In fear of ruining your friendship with him, you kept quiet about your feelings. Although usually good at that, after a merch drop and a slip-up on stream, you prepare yourself for the worst. Queue the incoming call from Quackity himself.
Today had been a productive day, in your opinion. You'd woken up earlier than usual, ate breakfast, cleaned around your apartment, and managed to get started on editing a video you'd recently filmed.
That's why you considered yourself very deserving of sitting down and enjoying your friend's stream as you ate some snacks.
Quackity had a fun stream planned, and had hyped up a 'big announcement' on Twitter, and the whole timeline was already speculating what it could be as they awaited for Quackity to start stream.
Being his friend had some perks though, contrary to popular belief. He'd discussed with you what the big announcement was as you sat on call with him a few nights prior to the big day. It was merch, and according to your past experience with Planet Duck products, it was sure to be soft and super comfy. You were very much looking forward to getting your hands on some of his new merch.
He'd brought up sending some to you, one of the previously mentioned perks of being his friend, but you politely declined. Much to his surprise. He'd asked why and you'd simply stated that "It was fine," and perhaps it came off as a bit rude. A 'no thanks' to his merch that you hadn't even seen.
But you had plans of your own, you wanted to acquire said merch on your own, and support him financially in the process. He didn't have to know that though, so with a small 'Oh' from him as his response, you swiftly changed topic of conversation.
Now here you sat, watching the stream as Quackity explained what he'd be doing with his friend John Smith. Riding go-karts around what looked like a storage unit. You couldn't help but worry as you watched them zoom around, occasionally getting close to crashing, and eventually doing just that.
The stream itself was rather fun to watch, but you kept your debit card beside you. This was in case he decided to drop the merch announcement out of nowhere. And that was exactly what he did. Another perk of being his friend was you grew a 6th sense for these type of things. Always had a feeling for what was about to happen when it came to Quackity.
You watched as the chat freaked out, watched as the notification from Planet Duck went out, notifying everybody that the merch had been released. You quickly typed into your computer, and the internet seemed to be taking its time to redirect you to Quackity's merch site.
After some time, it finally loaded and you began to look at all the options. The merch was wonderful, Quackity had been hyping it up to you (you'd asked for no reveals, wanting to wait like everyone else) and he had been absolutely right.
Most of the designs were new, except for the iconic Planet Duck logo, and were all very cute. You had Quackity's stream playing in the background as you maneuvered your way around the site, finally deciding on which merch you'd be buying.
As you went to purchase, a red sign alerted you that there was no shipping to your location. To which you quickly raised an eyebrow, panic starting to rush through you. Maybe you should've accepted his offer.
After refreshing multiple times and watching the Twitter timeline freak out as well over the inability to ship to several locations, it finally seemed to work, and the payment finally went through. A big "Thank you for your purchase" appearing onto the screen.
You let out a sigh of relief, clicking back onto the tab where the stream was, a small smile on your face. You'd actually managed to get it on your own. It was nerve-racking, when it seemed like you wouldn't be able to get the shipping to work, when it seemed like it'd sell out before you had the chance to buy some.
Now you finally understood what it felt like, the stress of getting your hands on merch before it sold out. It'd been an exhilerating experience.
You relaxed into your seat as Quackity's laugh filled the room. He was recreating bits from Fast and Furious, and zooming all over the place. You watched with a fond smile as he drove around, throwing random Spanish profanities at John Smith here and there.
The funky heart glasses he had on did nothing to ease the warmth that was spreading through your chest at the sight of him. You were suffering due to your confusing feelings towards your close friend, but nobody knew, or at least that is what you told yourself.
You tried to focus on something else, something that wasn't solely him. The go-karts were going pretty fast, and you remembered the scene they were recreating from the movie. Whichever random thought came to mind, you'd focus on it instead, too scared to let your thoughts wander elsewhere.
When it came to and end, you were conflicted. You were glad your heart would be able to catch a break, but you also missed him almost immediately. Sickening, really.
You took some time to reflect on what you'd done so far. Cleaned, ate your meals, worked on some editing, got some Quackity merch, and enjoyed a fun stream. It was rather productive, to say the least.
But there was still some time left in the day, and you figured you'd put the energy coursing through your body to use.
Taking a seat at your desk, you turned your monitor on before opening the twitch app. An alt stream would be perfect right now. After going live and sending out a tweet letting your followers know you were live, you patiently waited for the viewers to start coming in.
Considering this was an alt stream, you figured you'd play some random game and just chat for a bit before heading to bed. As the viewers came in, you gave your greetings before opening a tab for roblox, getting on a random server to play an obby game as you talked to chat.
There was a content smile on your face as you asked chat how their day had been, how they were feeling, your little character jumping around and passing through the beginner levels on the obby game.
"I'm actually in a really good mood, chat. My day has been going so well." You began, glancing at chat here and there, smile growing at the memory of the adventures acquiring Quackity merch.
After the chat was flooded with questions asking about what had happened, you indulged. "I was watching Quackity's stream earlier today, and it was so much fun!" The smile grew before softening as you focused on the obby. "I was also able to get some of his new merch."
The chat erupted into bits of 'friends supporting friends' to 'y/n in quackity merch???' and people yelling that they had been or weren't able to get merch.
Seeing the chat made you laugh, nodding your head a bit. "No because I was so nervous I wouldn't be able to get some-" you admitted, attention now focused solely on telling the viewers about your own experience.
"I was trying to purchase, and there was a line, and then it said it wouldn't ship to my location?? I was so worried I wouldn't be able to get some. But it finally worked. I'm excited for it to get here." You finished your small rant, a content smile on your lips.
Chat consisted of people agreeing with the technical difficulties occurring at the time of the merch drop, others saying they were too broke to buy anything. It felt nice, to see something from their perspective and also have shared an experience like this.
"Big Q actually offered to send me some, but I told him no because I wanted to get it myself.. Wanted to get it fair and square." You said as you refocused on the obby in front of you, fond smile on your face as you thought about how nice he was. He was willing to send all of his friends some of his merch, free of cost.
"Also wanted to give him my support by actually purchasing it, you know?" You added, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as it leaned against your desk. You took this time to read chat, which was exploding with what you thought was a combination of Quackity's username with yours, and 'bffs ur honor!!'.
You smiled at that, hands finally moving your character around. "Really, he has been such an amazing friend, extremely welcoming, always fun to be around. And just.. life is never dull when he's around. He's always been there for me when I needed it and well‐" A pause. "I'm glad I was able to support him in some way." You hummed softly as you finished up yet another small rant about Quackity.
At the realization that you'd been talking about him for far too long, and that he was not meant to be the focus of your alt stream, you cleared your throat and began focusing on the obby game once again.
You shifted the topic of conversation to the video you'd also been editing today, and that quickly took everyone's attention away from how affectionately and fondly you'd been speaking of your dear friend. Everyone was now excited about the new video.
Seeing how easily the chat's focus changed made you ease up a bit, and you were able to enjoy the rest of your stream playing random roblox games and discussing some stuff with chat. It lasted for a bit longer before you finally decided to end stream.
Some goodbyes and after stream officially ended, you found yourself on Twitter. Everything seemed pretty peaceful on the timeline, up until the trending page came up.
Your name was trending, along with 'QUACKITY IN CHAT' and the infamous combination of usernames. A monstrosity, really.
You heard yourself audibly gulp as you clicked on the trending topic 'quackity in chat'. Much to your dismay it was true. There was screenshots that showed Quackity was watching your stream. That meant that he'd heard you talking about him in that sickening tone. That tone that was unnecessarily sweet and fond.
You didn't know who was freaking out more, the so-called shippers, the timeline, or yourself. You gently bit at the inside of your cheek, scrolling and reading all the tweets of people trying to guess how Quackity must've felt while hearing all that. Others raising an eyebrow at how long you'd gone on about Quackity and how 'perfect' he was.
You'd fucked up, that was for sure, and it wasn't even intentional or fan service of any kind. It was an alt stream, it wasn't planned in any way, shape, or form. He'd been brought up, and you'd accidentally spilled all fond thoughts you held of him.
Your cursor hovered over a specific tweet that read, 'want someone to talk about me the way y/n talks about big q'. It was sweet, and perhaps made you smile just a little bit.
As you read it over in your head, a notification popped up on your screen, the discord notification ringing in your ears as you read who the message was from. Quackity.
You messed around with your mouse for a bit before finally closing the Twitter tab, and instead opting to open the unread message.
Quackity
hey (:
You stared at it for a bit, blinking in disbelief at how normal the message came across. Perhaps he'd tuned in during the last half of the stream. Perhaps he hadn't been able to watch while you rambled about him, and perhaps he hadn't been on Twitter either. One could hope.
y/n
hi (:
It showed that he was typing almost immediately after, and you tried your best to calm your nerves.
Quackity
call?
You felt yourself tense at the message. Maybe he wanted to let you down kindly. 'Hey! Saw your stream, and I just wanted to ask if you could chill the fuck out. That was kind of creepy. Maybe never speak of me ever again. Do not perceive me any longer, thanks!'
Something along those lines for sure. That's what probably awaited you if you said yes to this. But what exactly were you supposed to do instead?
y/n
ofc
It only took a few seconds for the call to come through. Stalling wouldn't help, so you answered by the third ring.
He greeted you, and everything seemed normal. The calls were normal between you two, but you were just on edge due to twitter trending and the stream that took place less than an hour ago.
"How are you feeling, Quackity?" You asked with a small smile, today was a big day for him, and you were sure he'd enjoy talking about how fast the merch sold.
"I'm doing great. Really happy that the fans liked the designs and just.. we sold a lot. I'm happy." He restated the last bit, the smile was obvious in his voice. You didn't have to be seeing it to know. Another perk of being so close to him. You had a clear visual image of what he probably looked like right now. Cute smile plastered onto his equally cute face.
"I'm really happy for you, Big Q. You deserve all the success that is coming your way and more." You hummed softly. Everything you were saying, you meant wholeheartedly. There was silence for a bit before he finally spoke again.
"I watched your stream."
Fuck. There it was. You should've expected it but it still hit like a ton of bricks. You felt your mouth turn dry, could barely manage to get out the word, "Yeah?"
"Mhm." Straight to the point. There was a bit of silence, you were unsure of what to say. Why had he brought it up? It was bound to happen, but what was the reason behind bringing it up? To tease you, let you know he wasn't interested, or because roblox obbies are just so much fun?
"You didn't have to buy it, you know?" He finally said, breaking the silence.
"I wanted to." You reassured, "the merch is really pretty. Worth every penny."
"I could've sent you whichever you wanted." He stated bluntly. As if it was weird of you to have gone and bought it on your own.
"Thank you, but I wanted to buy it myself. Let me? Please?" Let me show my support this way, is what you meant to say. It came out softer than intended, and you could feel your heart beating against your ribs. You really needed to watch your tone around him.
"Of course." He responded, just as softly. He'd drive you crazy one of these days. They'd have to lock you up, and you'd never see the light of day again.
"Did you have fun riding the go-karts?" You asked, a small smile on your lips as you wandered back onto the Twitter tab, a clip of his stream now on display on the timeline.
He let out a small laugh, "I did. Did you enjoy watching it?" You nodded before responding, "Of course. Was concerning watching you crash into walls though."
He hummed softly in response, possibly contemplating what to say with how long he took before he spoke again.
"Did you really mean all the things you said on stream?"
Somehow, even with your own attempts to change topic, the focus was back on your stream and the things that had been said. You wouldn't be able to dig yourself out of the hole you'd dug.
It was entirely your fault, for even allowing yourself to consider him as anything but a great friend. It was your fault for taking the late night calls, the sweet tones, and messages the wrong way. Your interpretations were all wrong and now you'd have to sit here and apologize for practically outing yourself on stream. For letting the whole world know that you had romantic feelings for a good friend of yours. You'd probably made him so uncomfortable.
You felt yourself cringe slightly at his words, already gone quiet for far too long. You had to speak up, even if it lead to a good friendship ending a few minutes from now.
"Of course I did. You're great, Alex." The use of his name was meant to assure him you meant it wholeheartedly. It made the moment feel more intimate, too. Much to your own dismay, yet again. You couldn't help it.
The possibility that your friendship with him could come to an end real soon made you act on your feelings. It left you unhinged. If it was all going to end here, maybe you'd allow yourself to act on impulse. End it with a bang.
"Thank you, really. I know I probably wasn't meant to hear all that, but it was really nice. Made me feel nice as well. And just, seeing that you didn't accept the merch from me because you wanted to support me directly.. thank you."
His voice was soft, felt like warm honey to your taste buds. You could almost hear your heart melting inside your chest, could feel it dripping down and touching your diaphragm, oozing into every single crevice in your body. You'd never understand how he had such effects on you. How he was able to make you so fond of him.
"I meant every single word. You deserve that and so much more." You reassured yet again, a small smile on your lips. You heard him let out a small chuckle, which made you laugh as well.
Moments later, he had turned his camera on, wanting to show you all the merch. You'd asked for him to put it on, since you were a 'visual learner' and had to see it on him in order to fully understand what it looked like. He had playfully rolled his eyes, but hadn't really argued against it.
So there you were, watching as he changed from hoodie to hoodie, moving out of frame to change into the shirts. You could feel your heart thumping harshly against your rib cage at the sight of him. Some looked bigger on him, some looked just right. They all looked wonderful, and super comfy. Perhaps that was simply because they were on him, and he looked so comfy.
He looked like he could give the best hugs.
"You really think so?" His voice came out a bit sheepish, and the light pink that dusted his cheeks was becoming more and more evident. Huh?
"What?" You said, a dumb look on your face as you tried connecting the dots.
"That I could give the best hugs." He stated slowly, as if he was testing how it sounded before adding, "Do you really think that?"
Had you really said that out loud? Fuck. It took acting on impulse to a whole other level. This wasn't something you two usually did, but I guess it was okay since everything might be ending soon. Ballsy moves.
"Yeah. You make the merch look so cozy." Your throat felt dry, eyes glued to his face, wanting to catch every single second of his reaction. Wanting to see each movement of his facial muscles, to find out what it could possibly entail. "Makes me wonder what your hugs feel like." You admitted.
Your eyes scanned the entirety of his face, perking up slightly at the sight of his face flushing, leaving him with the softest tint of pink to spread across his cheeks, almost matching his pretty lips. What the hell did that even mean?
"Maybe you won't have to wonder for too long. With guidelines being lifted and all." The line. Blurred at that very moment, for sure. His eyes were glued to you as well, which only made you hesitate every single movement you could think of doing at that moment.
"And in the meantime? What am I supposed to do?" Risky. Crossing lines, jumping over hurdles. This all had to be against friend rules or something. You could feel your sanity decreasing each second this call went on. But he wasn't stopping any of this either.
"I could send you a hoodie." The sentence brought you out of your Quackity-induced haze, making you quickly shake your head. What? Before you could protest or ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, he explained.
"My hoodie. Y'know. Mine. One I wear. You can give it back when we meet up, perhaps."
Your mouth went dry again, shocked at the domestic feeling it gave. He was suggesting he send one of his hoodies. It would smell like him. It was the closest thing to giving him an actual hug. It would be paradise.
"You'd really do that?" You asked, still in disbelief, but he quickly nodded his head. "Oh." You said softly, before a smile appeared on your face. "I would like that, then."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"I'll send it then." He hummed, smile spreading on his lips as well. Everything going on was making you feel dizzy. It felt so surreal.
You'd mentally prepared yourself for the worst, but instead were met with a flirtatious Quackity. He'd said sweet things to you before, but you never allowed yourself to take it seriously, not wanting to get your hopes up. And it never went to this extent.
It seemed he realized what just went down, a loud laugh escaping his lips. "Holy shit. You're gonna have one of my hoodies soon."
"I am." You chimed in, smile on your lips as well.
"And you'll wear it around." He added.
"I will."
"You'll look good, as always."
You could feel the heat rush to your face. What was going on? Was this real, or just a very cruel dream? Alex Quackity was fucking flirting with you.
"Are you flirting with me?" Bewildered tone, raised eyebrows. Your brain couldn't even begin to progress what was being said.
"What the fuck does it look like I've been doing?"
"Have you really?" Warmth spread across your chest at how blunt he was being. The line was gone. It'd been erased, never to be seen again. There was no shame in him. Admitting he was flirting with his whole chest.
"I have. Why are you so surprised though? I've subtly flirted with you before.. and I mean, were you not confessing your undying love to me on stream?" He raised a brow, feigned confusion on his face. He was teasing. You let out a groan, covering your face with your hands as he let out a laugh.
Surreal. He confessed to having flirted with you in the past. So you weren't delusional, nice to know. "Are you done?" You asked, face still covered by your hand in shame.
"I saw a tweet that was saying they felt like third wheels since I was in chat, and you were just going on about everything you liked about me." You kept your face covered. He was not stopping. Now he was the unhinged one.
He was visibly scrolling through the timeline at this point. "Oh, and one saying they want what we have. What do we have?"
You finally uncovered your face. "I don't know. Whatever the fuck this is, I guess?"
"Well, what is this?"
"Mm... whatever you want it to be." You finally answered, and there was a surprised look plastered on his face at that.
"Whatever I want?"
"Yeah." You paused. Would he regret this after he got out of this haze? What if it had just been flirting for fun? But he wouldn't play with your feelings like this, would he?
Alex Quackity was perfect though, and perhaps he had a sixth sense about when stuff was wrong with you, because he caught on to your hesitation.
"Hey." He called out softly. The teasing, flirtatious tone was gone, now replaced by the softer tone reserved for late night calls, or when everybody else in the vc had left and it was just you two.
You look at where his face was on your monitor, relaxing a bit simply by his tone and the soft gaze he held on you.
"I know everything sort of progressed pretty fast tonight.. but your stream really helped me realize a few things. I do like you, y/n. Not fucking around or anything." He said it in a firm tone, one that told you he wasn't messing around, but still felt oh so intimate.
Everything he was saying was exactly what you wanted and needed to hear. Reassurance that your feelings weren't unrequited. You couldn't believe your rambling on stream had lead you guys here.
"I like you, too. If that wasn't obvious already." You mumbled out, eyes averting before glancing to see his reaction. He had the biggest, cutest, grin on his face. Charming, and extremely contagious. You couldn't help but smile back.
Holy shit.
"Is this real?" You asked out loud, smile never leaving your face.
"It is. All thanks to your ranting on stream. How cool is that?"
You couldn't help but still feel rather embarrassed that he'd heard all of it, but it had brought you two here. All embarrassment was worth it. Especially if it meant it opened up a whole new world of possibilities for you two.
"Very cool." You mumbled, before a smile appeared on your lips. Today really couldn't have gone any better.
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Eager aren't ya today? But okay
I shouldn't have hyped you but now it's already done
After being revived, the first thing Wilbur want's to do is to see you immediatly
So do not be suprised if in the next night a man once stated as dead apears at your house, showing how he carved your name on his body along with various degrading names and declaring his undying love for you
Don't be suprised when he start bouncing on your cock stating how much he missed this blessing feeling, how he longed to finally be able to see you, touch you, to be your only personal cock sleeve, how empty he was in the limbo without you, how you were so much better than his fingers, how good he's gonna be when you finish inside and own him completely
But now that he got to have his darling
He's not going to let them go so soon
Have a good day/night
Polite I am going to kiss you, right on the forehead, like one does a kitty!
Freshly revived and ready to begin again, shaking with excitement and new life, but first there was something he had to do first, someone he had to see and pull back into his life, to have and be had by.
You would still love him like you used to, he was sure of it!
He knew where you used to roam, where you used to live, empty halls and abandoned rooms leading him astray but buying him time, the quiet and the memories of this old home of yours giving him an idea that would surely let you know how much he still longed for you, how he craved you and how he would do anything for you. Like most abandoned homes of the SMP, things get left behind or forgotten and you had as well, the sharp-edged bit of stone perfect for what he had in mind, oh how his mind told him you would love it.
And so that is how your morning began, the sun just barely peeking over the trees surrounding your home, the door rattling with the knocks of someone who seemed eager to have your attention, pounding and calling your name in a voice your half woken mind was muddling for another very dead persons.
But when you swing the door open, rubbing your eyes the world almost tilts from under you, on your doorstep stands a dead man, not his ghost but the very man you knew went insane and died, but there he was standing in your doorway hands stained with half-dried blood, coat thrown open to show your name in curling letters along his collarbone. Scraggly button-up being undone as he rambles, the words mixing together with the freshly carved words that scattered his skin.
"See! For you, all for you, always! Even now, back from the dead and I am still all yours! Your name is forever on my skin like it should be, showing you and everyone else how I love you! And I do, I love you, not like they do, they don't love you like I do..."
Between the stream of obsession and declarations of love the world spins and twists in ways you can't remember, time blurring together with the feeling of tacky hands grabbing your wrists pulling you back into your home, slamming your door closed and dropping the already ruined clothes he had worn along the floor. You can feel the sticky blood from his hands on your cheeks as he pulls you into a kiss, using the shocked noise you make to slip his tongue into your mouth, hands following a path he still remembered that coaxed you into the kiss.
But when the world settles and you begin to focus again, you are laying across your messy bed, pillows thrown about the floor and sheets bunched at the foot of your bed.
Wilbur sits on your thighs, one hand wrapped around both yours and his cocks, rocking his hips as he grinds against you, white-streaked curls falling across his face as he smiles down at you still rambling and murmuring at you, so wrapped up in the feeling of your skin under his fingertips to care about what is actually coming out of his mouth.
"Did you know how I longed for you, wanted you there with me, should have been with me, would have made that hell so much better. Could have had this, could have had you in me, filling and fucking me like you did, do, are! God, I'm fucked up but I'll be good for you, a perfect cock leave, a pretty cum dumpster for you! Only for you..."
Had you any more of a mind you would have stopped him speaking, kissed him quiet and enjoyed what your mind thought was a very realistic dream, but there was nothing but groans of his name and the feeling of his cum dripping down your shaft as he came, using his own cum to slick your length. His own cock softening but his hips push forward, lining himself up with your cum slick cock, held with one of his hands before he os sinking down, hissing through the pain of taking you unprepped but sighing so sweetly when he sits fully in your lap, finally having you fill him once again.
All he had to do now was make you cum, to feel you coat his walls white and you would be his and him yours, god the idea was making his head spin, his hands shake where they press against the carved sign of your name on his body. Branded, carved, and filled all for you, his darling, his love, his only, and there would be no other, no if he was to go back to that fucking train station he would be bringing you with him, nothing would be keeping him form you...
Nothing.
#polite anon#c: wilbur#dsmp smut#cw: yandere#cw: bodily harm#cw: blood#obsessive behavior#k: degradation#k: begging#amab mention#mxad#anon response
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