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Just Focus on My Love
Frankie Morales x f!reader
Summary: Frankie just thinks there are better things to do than play a silly video game called Stardew Valley (or a very self-indulgent sweet baby boy Frankie fic)
Warnings: NSFW 18+ only!! No use of Y/N smut duh, oral (f receiving), a bit of body/pussy worship, fingering, squirting, spitting, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, he adds a finger just for funsies, creampie, cum play, frankie loves to run his mouth when he's horny, also I know this man has killed people but he is just a baby
Word count: 4k
A/N: Inspired by Focus by miss Charli xcx!! Also this is dedicated to all the real gamers out there who play Stardew. May your crops flourish. Also this may secretly be the first part of a lil series I'm cookin up but you didn't hear that from me!
Frankie finds you on the sectional in the basement in full veg mode. You’re sitting in the corner of the couch with your legs stretched out on the cushions in front of you with the lights down low.
You’re playing the same game you’ve been playing for months now, the game Frankie is slowly starting to despise. He had actually been the one to suggest finishing the basement and creating this little sanctuary for you to play video games.
But he didn't think about how if you started spending more time curled up playing your games, that would be less time spent with him.
“Babyyy” Frankie whines from where he’s standing near the foot of the couch, at the end of your outstretched legs.
“Hi, Francisco” you reply calmly, not taking your eyes off the screen.
Frankie takes that as an invitation.
You pause the game and giggle as he climbs on the couch before ungraciously collapsing on top of you. He rests his head on your chest that’s covered with one of his t-shirts.
“Don’t distract me, Frankie” you say firmly between little giggles while he gets comfy.
“No promises.”
He snakes his arms around you, trapping his forearms between your waist and the couch cushion You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck to hold your control behind his head. You unpause and go back to the game and Frankie gives you almost five whole minute before he sighs again.
“You’ve been down here for hours, bebita. What even is this game? Skyblue Valley? ” Frankie groans.
“Stardew Valley. And I told you I’m so close to finishing the community center and I want it done this weekend”
Frankie grumbles again and turns his head to look at you straight on, his chin resting on your chest, his face inches away from your’s.
“But I’m bored and we should be spending time together. Strengthening our bond, yanno”
You snort at that.
“Strength of our bond?”
“Yeah! Quality time! One of the love languages.”
“Frankie, baby, we spent the whole day together. And as soon as I’m done with this we’ll spend the rest of the night together”
“C’mon, cariño.” Frankie whines.
He shifts around again until suddenly there’s some pressing hard against the front of your hip. It’s not surprising - Frankie can’t keep his hands off of you. He’s needy too, requiring almost the same amount of your attention that a 3-month old puppy would.
“Not gonna work, Francisco. You’ve gotta try harder than that” you say plainly, keeping your eyes glued to the screen.
You should’ve just kept your mouth shut.
Frankie immediately sees the challenge and lunges at it like a rabid dog. He narrows his eyes at you, his lips curling up in a mischievous smirk.
“Frankie…” you try to warn him, already seeing exactly where this is going.
“Just keep playing your game, hermosa” Frankie says calmly, turning his head to rest his cheek on your chest again.
He moves to unpin his arm from underneath you and starts to fiddle with the hem of your (his) shirt. The cotton is soft and worn, just like all the other shirts and sweaters that you’ve stolen from him.
He never complains, not even when half of his clothes end up on your side of the closet. He loves seeing you in them, seeing how they fit on your body, how they smell like you at the end of the day. He can never get enough.
He slips his fingers under the hem and traces the pads of his fingers over the smooth skin of your stomach and your hips. It’s mindless, the way his hands roam your body, tracing paths that he’s traced millions of times before.
He gets lost in it for a few minutes. He shuts his eyes and lets his hand drift all over you like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel under his fingers and his palms. It’s soothing for him too. Grounds him and reminds him that you’re real and you’re here.
His palm is hot on your skin, leaving a burning trail as it roams your body, sliding over every square inch of skin that he can reach. It’s a simple and fairly innocent gesture, but you already feel something swirling in your tummy.
Eventually Frankie remembers his mission and gets back to work.
He slowly slides his palm from your rib cage down the front of you until just his fingertips dip under the elastic waistband of your sweatpants. He doesn’t stay there for long before sliding his hand back up to where he started at your rib cage. He repeats the process a few times, his fingers sliding further and further under your waistband.
He looks up at you but you’re still unbothered, completely focused on your game. Internally, it's a completely different story. You’ve been wet since the moment he laid down and you can feel the damp cotton of your panties sticking to your core. He always gets you going like that. But you genuinely did want to finish this. And more importantly, you wanted to see what Frankie has up his sleeve.
He pushes himself up until he’s sitting between your legs with enough room to slide your pants off, pulling your underwear down too in the same motion. Frankie parts your knees, slowly spreading you open and revealing your wet seam. His cock lurches almost painfully and he whispers “Jesus christ” to himself at the sight of your pussy already swollen and glistening without him even properly touching you.
He settles between your legs once again, laying on his abdomen with your dripping cunt inches from his face.
He takes his sweet time though and scatters sweet kisses on your inner thighs. He can’t help but stop every so often to nibble and suck at the smooth skin, leaving fresh red marks among the fading ones that he gave you yesterday and the day before and the day before that.
He feels your muscles twitch under his lip and he glances up at you, but you’re still focused on your game. Damned and determined, he slowly kisses his way up your thigh and stops when his face is inches away from your burning core.
With no further preamble, and because he can’t wait any longer, he dives right in.
And he’s fucking ravenous with it.
He flattens his tongue and groans into you as soon as the taste of you touches his tongue. He licks you from your leaking hole up to your clit before taking the swollen nub between his lips. He takes his time, sucking on your clit and flicking it with the tip of his tongue before letting go and licking back down to your hole where he dips his tongue inside, his head going dizzy when he feels you clench around his tongue. And the sound of it is crude, the sucking and slurping and his ragged gasps for air as he dinks you down and feasts on you.
He’s greedy too. He spreads your lips open with his thumb and forefinger, holding you open so he can plunge his tongue inside of you as far as he possibly can with his nose bumping against your clit and he groans deeply into you again when he feels you clench around his tongue.
Your eyelids flutter and your eyebrows draw together while your eyes roll back a bit. With a quick sideways glance, you see him with his eyes closed as he loses himself in you. Every bone in your body wants to sing but you bite back your moans, determined not to give in so easily.
Frankie takes his mouth off of you with a wet pop. He’s breathing heavily, delightfully out of breath. You haven’t paused your game yet, but your hands are motionless on the controller. Your chest is heaving with quick breaths and your bottom lip is red and puffy from you gnawing at it while you try to bite back your moans.
He’s almost there.
Frankie knows what makes you tick. He has spent hours and hours between your legs mapping out every inch of you and carefully studying your reaction to his every touch until he memorized every single little thing that made you shake and squirm and scream.
So that’s why he uses both thumbs to spread you open before spitting onto your already dripping seam and listens happily to the groan he knew you would let out. He doesn't even bother looking up at you when you make a noise. He’s too enamored with watching the way his spit glides down your cunt before settling around your pulsating hole. With his mouth watering, he latches back onto you.
And he’s messy with it. He buries his face in your pussy, overindulging in the way your slick leaks out onto his tongue and drips down his chin, moving his face side to side and smearing it all over his beard and your inner thighs until you’re both a mess.
You’re quickly losing this battle and like clockwork, your thighs start to tremble just slightly.
He’s got you right where he wants you.
He unwraps an arm from where it’s locked around your thigh and brings his hand up between your legs. With no warning, he sinks two thick fingers inside of you. He moans loudly against you when you gasp, your back reflexively arching and your hips grinding up against his face.
Finally, you surrender and toss your controller to the side and grip onto Frankie’s fluffy curls instead.
You moan his name, the sweetest sound on Earth Frankie thinks, as you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull his face impossibly closer into you and hold him in place there. Frankie doesn't miss a beat and sucks your clit in between his lips as he steady pumps his fingers in and out of you. He hums in delight, tingles running from his scalp down his spine and to his toes as you start to rock your hips against his face. The vibrations of his sounds against your core cause hot flames to start licking at the base of your spine.
Despite your fingers tugging harshly in his hair, he pulls back from you just enough to mumble “Ride it, cariño. Ride my fuckin’ face,” his voice raspy and breathless before latching back onto your aching core.
You listen to him because why the fuck would you not. You tighten your grip in his hair, and his jaw goes slack as you start to rock your hips up off the couch and back down again, sliding your dripping cunt up and down his awaiting tongue.
Frankie could die happy right now. He moans when your thighs squeeze either side of his head while your hand on the back of his head keeps his face pressed into you so firmly he can't get a good breath. But he’d rather pass out than move an inch away from you right now. And the sounds he’s making are obscene, his muffled grunts and groans and whimpers going straight to your lower abdomen where the pressure of your impending orgasm is quickly multiplying.
Everything feels so perfect, his fingers rhythmically sliding in and out of your pulsating hole, expertly stretching you out and filling you up as you hold onto his hair for dear life and ride his tongue, letting his scruffy beard scrape deliciously against your inner thighs.
Frankie knows you’re close, he can hear the way your moans are quickly growing more and more desperate and can feel you clamping down around his fingers. It’s time for his final move.
He pushes his fingers inside of you as deep as he can get and instead of pulling them out again, he keeps them in place and curls them upward. The sound you make is angelic and Frankie’s cock twitches hard from where it’s pinned against the couch cushion. He hasn’t paid a single ounce of attention to his throbbing length. And he doesn’t want to. He wants to, needs to devote himself entirely to your pleasure, so fucking desperate to feel you come underdone under his tongue.
He breathes heavily through his nose as your hips start building up speed as you grind against his mouth. He keeps working his tongue while repeatedly pressing the tips of his fingers into your g-spot until there’s no more air in your lungs and your head is fucking spinning.
It starts in your hips, the way your pace falters lets Frankie know what’s about to happen. He doubles down on his efforts and his eyes roll back when your thighs start shaking violently on either side of his head.
“Frankieee” you whine, your nails starting to scrape against his scalp. He gives you a low and throaty growl a nonverbal way of saying “I’ve got you, let go for me. Give it to me, please baby”
And you do.
Your orgasm crashes down on you, knocking all the air out of your lungs as every muscle tenses in your body. Frankie doesn’t stop, not for one second, even when you start to gush around his fingers. The groan he lets out is animalistic, as you squirt against his face, your juices pouring down his hands and dripping down his face and chin onto the couch below him.
You buck your hips and squirm underneath him as your pussy clenches with each wave of pleasure but he keeps his mouth glued to you, drinking you down. He can’t get enough. He keeps lapping at you, trying not to waste a single drop but it’s impossible with how hard you came.
He keeps going as you ride it out, just basking in the noises you’re making and the feeling of your fingers tugging sharply at his hair, never wanting this to end.
But your intense pleasure is fading away and sensitivity is starting to quickly replace it. You let him have his fill for a few more seconds as he desperately laps up everything you gave him. But it quickly becomes too much and you start to push him away. With a pitiful whine, he pulls back reluctantly and rests his head on your thigh.
But you’re an absolute sight to behold in front of him. Your inner thighs and your puffy cunt are drenched, so messy and wet with a small wet spotunder the couch from your juices that Frankie couldn't lick up. Your inner thighs are rubbed red from his beard and there are crescent marks on the top of your thigh where Frankie was gripping you.
“You’re so fucking sexy” Frankie whispers, watching your cunt clench weakly around his fingers as he slowly slides them out of you, moaning quietly as a small amount of liquid dribbles out of you and onto the couch.
He tries to give you a break so you can catch your breath. But you’re just as impatient as he is. So you card your fingers through his hair before tugging slightly, a small mewl slipping past your lips.
Frankie looks up to meet your gaze and raises an eyebrow when he sees the desperation still clouding your eyes. You just look back at him and whine pathetically but he knows exactly what you want.
He doesn't tease you, doesn’t even mention the fact that your game is unpaused on the TV. Because he’s fucking needy too. And there’s a wet spot on the front of his briefs from where he was leaking precum while he was grinding mindlessly against the couch as he ate you out to prove it.
And now, with you looking like this, he needs you bad.
Without saying anything and keeping his eyes fixed on you, Frankie wipes his mouth with the back of his hand like he just finished eating a fucking 5 course meal and stands up from the couch to quickly shed off all his clothes. But he moves too fast though and hits his shin on the coffee table. You hiss and grimace at the sight but he barely reacts to the pain before kneeling back down on the couch between your legs again.
Your mouth waters when you see his cock, impossibly hard and angry red, the tip wet and shiny with precum as it bobs between his legs, thick and heavy.
“Gonna let me have you, cariño?” Frankie asks through a gravelly grumble before spitting in his hand and coating his cock in it as if you needed any more lubrication. It can’t hurt though, Frankie is thick and no matter how wet you are or how many times you take him, he stretches you out with a delicious burn. Every. Single. Time.
“Yes Frankie, I’m please I need it, fuck” you whine.
Frankie shushes you and lines himself up at your entrance, his fat tip pressing against your aching hole. You try to roll your hips up but he brings his free hand down to your hip, effectively pinning you in place with one broad palm.
“Just take it, baby,” Frankie whispers. “Let me give it to you.”
With a heavy sigh, Frankie pushes into you. He tries to go slowly, but you’re so wet that he sinks in with ease and it doesn’t help that your greedy cunt is practically sucking him in. He bottoms out with a broken moan and brings his other hand to grip your hip.
You’re a mess underneath him, keening and moaning freely as your walls clench wildly around him. You know he’s not going to last long and being so close to the tailend of your last orgasm, there’s not much hope for you either.
But Frankie is going to take as much as he possibly can from you.
He gives you a few moments to adjust to his size and the feeling of being stuffed full of him. The stretch burns pleasantly as your walls flutter around him.
“F-Frankie, fuck you feel so good s-so fucking deep, baby” you babble in between moans and gasps for air.
He tightens his grip on your hips as he pulls out halfway and drives back into you. His cock throbs inside of you at the sound of your moan.
“I know, baby.” Frankie sighs. “But you take it so well. Always take it so well. Letting me stretch your perfect little pussy out, huh? Such a good girl making room inside in that sweet cunt for my thick fuckin cock, letting me fill you up. Your fucking perfect, cariño. So fucking good, I’m so lucky”
Sweet, sweet Frankie. The human embodiment of a basket of puppies that runs his mouth and fills your head with filthy words behind closed doors.
Frankie knows he should give you more time to adjust to his size, but he can’t help himself. He starts to build up a steady pace, not wanting to waste a single second of being inside you, grunting at every beautiful sound you make.
You just lay there and take it, moaning at the feeling of him splitting you in half as he pounds into you, desperately chasing after his own orgasm.
He slides his hands down from your hips to your inner thighs before prying them apart and pinning your legs to the couch, leaving your pussy on full display for him. He lets out a strained moan when he sees the way your lips are gripping him as he pulls out and sucking back in as he slams back into you.
“M’not gonna last long, baby” Frankie pants with his eyes glued to where your bodies are connected. You’re already hurtling towards your second orgasm but you manage to fight the overwhelming pleasure that’s rooting itself in your bones again to open your eyes and look up at him. You’re presented with the most gorgeous sight of Frankie fucking you with no regard. His curls are flopping down in front of his eyes as he stares at where he’s disappearing inside of you, his jaw is slack and hanging open, and his heaving chest is starting to glisten with sweat.
“Mmmm cum inside, Frankie. I wanna feel it” you moan when you feel his hips stutter.
He grunts before dragging his eyes up your body from your wet pussy to your blown out pupils. He stares into your eyes for just a few seconds as he keeps fucking into you.
Then he winks at you.
Knowing that can only mean trouble, you watch him with bated breath. He drops his gaze back to where he’s pounding into you. His eyes twinkle with curiosity as he moves one hand from your thigh and brings it to your mouth.
He gives you just one finger, slips his index finger past your lips and watches intently as you swirl your tongue around his digit, getting it wet with your spit. When he’s satisfied, he pulls it out and brings it back down to your core.
He slows down a bit and you gasp when he traces where he’s stretching you out with his wet finger.
“Think you can take a little more?” Frankie asks, looking up at you while continuing to prod at your stretched entrance.
“Yes” you moan, not giving it a second thought because if Frankie thinks you can, then you know you can.
“Thank you, cariño” Frankie whispers.
You give him a weak nod and try to suppress the whimper that’s bubbling up in your throat when he stops moving until he’s still inside of you.
You do whimper, well more of a strangled moan, when he starts to work his finger covered in your saliva into you, right alongside his thick cock.
“Holy shit” you cry out, one of your hands flying up to claw at his bicep.
“Is it too much?” Frankie asks, his eyebrows drawn together in concern as he tries to read your facial expressions and your body language.
You shake your head fervently and squeeze your eyes shut.
“N-no, keep going” you pant. “Feels so good, Frankie, please keep going.”
And because Frankie is trained to follow commands so well, he keeps pushing his finger inside of you, cursing under his breath as you squeeze around his finger and his cock.
“Jesus christ, baby” Frankie hisses as he starts fucking into you again.
With the added thickness of his finger (which is ridiculously thick by itself), you genuinely feel like his ripping you open in the best way possible. You can’t hold on for much longer and the sounds he’s pulling out of you are insane and as he delivers you into the awaiting arms of your second orgasm.
“C’mon, baby. Can feel every fucking inch of you squeezing me” Frankie huffs as he continues to plow into you. “Soak my cock, baby please. I wanna see it this time.”
There's a long moan of his name and the sound of it bounces around in his head before traveling as a tingle down his spine. He watches you in amazement as you lift your hips off the couch as you start to gush around him again. He doesn’t stop pounding into you though. And the sensation of your slick leaking out around his finger and his cock and sliding down his to his palm and his balls as you clench around him is too fucking much.
His own body takes him by surprise, his hips faltering as he starts to cum inside you with no warning. He grunts loudly as he empties himself inside of you and it’s so much that he can’t remember the last time he came this hard.
The two of you stay there for a minute, just trying to catch your breath. Frankie starts to go soft and once the stretch isn’t so much, he slowly slides his cock and and finger out of you. He groans softly in his throat and watches with heavy eyelids as his cum, mixed with your own release, starts to leak out of you, adding to the dark spot on the couch from earlier.
As if he’s on autopilot, Frankie mindlessly gathers his cum that’s seeping out of you on two of his fingers before he pushes them back inside of you. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, marveling at the way your hole leaks around them until you whimper and squirm at the overstimulation.
He carefully removes his fingers and slides them into his own mouth because he can never get enough of you. Never ever. You watch with hooded eyes and a dopey smile as he licks your slick and his cum off his fingers, closing his eyes and making a small noise in his throat as he does so.
He takes his fingers out of his mouth with a strand of saliva briefly and obscenely connecting his tongue to his fingers. He opens his eyes and gives you a goofy grin, too entirely pleased with himself. He leans down and presses his lips against yours. He laughs through his nose when you eagerly lick into his mouth in an attempt to get a second hand taste.
After a playful bite to your bottom lip, he pulls back to look at you.
“You’re greedy” Frankie teases with a smirk. “And messy” he adds when he looks down to the wet spot on the couch.
The same couch that the two of you bought a couple months ago because ironically, your old couch was starting to collect some stubborn stains. Frankie knows you’ll give him shit about it later and will probably be the one on his knees cleaning the cushion in a few minutes, but he doesn’t care one bit.
“Don’t even try, Morales” you say with a chuckle and an eye roll.
Frankie giggles sweetly before ducking down to give you another quick kiss. He then straightens up and turns his head to look over his shoulder at the TV. He turns back to look at you with a shiteating grin.
“You left it unpaused” he tries to say plainly, but the glee is evident in his voice.
He won.
Your face drops from sated to stressed as you look over at the TV screen and see that the game has advanced three more days while Frankie was playing with you.
“Francisco Morales!” you shout, reaching behind you to grab a pillow and throw it at him. He scrambles off the couch and runs away cackling before you can hit him.
#frankie morales smut#frankie morales x you#frankie morales x reader#triple frontier#triple frontier smut#triple frontier fic#pedro pascal characters#javiscigarette
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Omg ellie and chubby reader just in general?!
Girl loves the way you look and I feel like she’d always wanna be touching you
Omg college au? She wants you at her dorm all. the. time. Just so she can feel up your pretty body and squish herself between your pretty boobas and/or thighs
Ellie Williams loves thick women. She told me so <3
She fucking adores you!! Thinks you're the sexiest, most gorgeous woman in the world and genuinely doesn't know how she managed to pull you because? Who knows man, she's Ellie Williams she could pull anyone. But loser college barista Ellie Williams? Dork central. Loser Rizz. (that's how she pulled you) (big fan of loser lesbians)
I know y'all know the trend of lanky gamer boys loving fat women, Ellie falls into a similar category. She fucking loves that you're bigger than her. Loves the weight of you on her lap, loves how soft you are, loves holding your curves. 80% of the time she's holding onto your soft hips, squishing at the plush fat. What can she say, it grounds her!
There are lil things about you that just make her dizzy and blushy, like the squish of your tummy when you wear crop tops, or jeans that dig into it, or bottoms that show it off. The first time you wore crop top to the cafe she nearly fainted because fucking Christ man. Or the softness of your arms! The way your thighs do the thing when you sit down! Absolutely enamored, I tell you.
Loves cuddling with you, especially during finals season. Like you're both stressed, you both need it, and what better way to destress than in the arms of your girlfriend! There have been so many instances where Ellie fell asleep on your lap or your tummy because she was so stressed with finals. poor baby :( physics is evil!
Also! Loves laying between your thighs, you're so right nonnie! Your thighs are just so big and soft and the perfect pillows and ear warmers for our girl :( how is she supposed to stay away from them? she's not! Loves holding them, pawing at them, is pretty much always gripping your thigh when she drives you around. They're just so nice!!
And your boobs! Any size boob. They're just so soft and sweet and perfect for biting! Ellie and her oral fixation, if you're a plus size girl it's just so so prevalent. Bites literally every inch of you. Covers you in hickies, including your hips! She chomps! She bites! Look at me and tell me she's not a biter. Look at me and lie to my face.
Speaking of faces. Ellie and face sitting. She has to Beg you to sit on her face, im talking on her knees pleading with you to sit on her face. You resist at first, because she's smaller than you and you don't wanna break her, but she can be very convincing <3
You try to hover and she fucking Yanks you down onto her waiting mouth, her deceptively strong arms keeping you pinned as she eats your pretty pussy. It's heaven for her, having all of your weight on her and having your cunt in her mouth. The soft weight of your thighs pressing against her, literally nothing could be better.
Or at least that's what she thinks, until you start shaking on top of her and cumming into her mouth, and Jesus fucking christ she has front row seats to the most beautiful display of pleasure she's ever seen. She's so in love dude, and your body makes her dizzy.
Ellie just. Ellie fucking Adores chubby women. So Much.
#anon#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams smut#Ellie williams#Ellie Williams fluff#Ellie williams x reader fluff#Ellie williams x reader smut#Ellie williams x plus size reader#loser college barista ellie
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Img gmoing insane I need KakaVege or else I'll dehyrdate pls give me ur headcanons or fav things about their relationship pls anything
okay so i've posed my headcanons thousands of times here BUT i will do it again so here is my kakavege masterpost (feel free to add):
for starters here's my ultimate kkvg playlist i would go in depth about why every song is kakavege coded but i dont think anyone cares that much LOL :
okay now here r some of my fave kakavege pics:
okay and now finally...
HEADCANONS:
vegeta is still really sentimental about saiyan culture and tries to implement it into their relationship when possible--the most prominent of which being the earring. when saiyans get married, they get the cartilage of their ear pierced. at first, i think vegeta gets this piercing without really informing goku of its significance and kind of just hopes goku won't notice because he's a bit embarrassed about it, but of Course goku notices immediately and upon further coaxing gets vegeta to spill. after knowing what it means, naturally goku wants to get one too, but here's where my headcanon splits into two separate ones: either goku braves his fear of needles and gets it pierced to match vegeta, or he wears his somewhere else, like on a chain around his neck. its up to you to decide which you like better lol
vegeta doesn't sleep well at night, i feel like his time spent in the freeza force conditioned him to wake up at the slightest noise in case he needed to defend himself or something--between that and the nightmares i'm sure being a freeza force soldier would give him, he wakes up a lot in the night and thus tends to sleep in late. this is the opposite for goku, who needs to rise early to tend to the farm, and tends to go to bed far earlier that vegeta does.
as aforementioned, vegeta has a lot of nightmares, especially before dating goku. but i feel like the more vegeta and goku sleep together, the safer vegeta starts to feel at night in goku's arms and thus has less and less nightmares. still, even when he does wake up in the middle of the night because of a bad dream, goku is always right there to pull him close and tell him it's okay. likewise with goku--though not as frequently, i'm sure goku has occasional nightmares too from all the shit he's been through, and while vegeta is not the best at comforting i still feel like his presence and understanding is enough to make goku feel better. <3
while we're on the subject of sleeping i'd just like to say that vegeta definitely wears goku's clothes to bed it's just a fact ALSO vegeta and goku always sleep facing each other and holding each other hhngnghghg
vegeta is a terrible cook. i think between being a royal child, spending his formative years eating random aliens over an open fire, and living with bulma, he's never had to cook a day in his life. luckily, goku is a great cook, so vegeta is once again well-fed by someone more capable lol
sometimes goku will go on long camping trips that last days at a time, i think goku is just like this in which he has this ingrained saiyan urge to go exist with nature and explore the unexplored and discover new things,, vegeta hates this though lol he hates being apart from goku for so long even if he doesn't want to admit it. goku will wake up earlier than usual one day and kiss a half-asleep vegeta goodbye and then just be gone for a weekend or so. vegeta spends a lot of time sitting by the windows watching the treelines.
goku makes enough money to survive from his crops and stuff and also i believe he trades things with other farmers for all the things they need but vegeta has NO concept of money,, this is just true
speaking of no concept of money i know everyone thinks im crazy for this but to me vegeta is a gamer and likes spending lots of money on video games like webkinz and DS games like nintendogs and stuff LOL OKAY i know everyone probably things im just insane for this but its TRUE i promise vegeta is a gamer its how he and trunks bond b ut anyway goku doesn't get it and is always just like. where did all my money go and vegeta's like yeah i spent $400 on this rare webkinz strawberry cow plush just trust me okay i'm right
getting into shrumo territory now i hope thats okay but whenever shrumo is born vegeta is the one who spends the most time with her at night given as how he doesn't sleep well anyway and any time she makes any sound he's just. awake lol,, meanwhile goku takes care of her mostly during the day they kind of cycle every 12 hours to take care of her
this is the last shrumo one i'll do (lmk if u want a separate post) but i think goku and vegeta actually get into a lot of arguments about how to raise shrumo even tho they both do a fine job and they agree on a lot of things,, vegeta is just a bit harsh bc he wants her to be the best she can while goku is a lot more lenient and wants to be easier on her given the guilt he feels towards gohan (cell games era) but specifically they like to argue about who gets to train her every day and they just wake up earlier and earlier and earlier to get to her first because they both want to train her LOL but they agreed early on to train her separately bc ,, they have very different training styles and different approaches to training their children specifically so
okay i already typed wayy too much i hope that's all legible and understandable but i hope this post quenches ur kakavege needs anon mwah
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Peter x Streamer!Y/N
- You easily got him to join the stream. He of course was a bit nervous at first, he never was good at interacting with so many people.
Of course he had done a few Q&A streams, but these were very few and far between. But the puppy eyes (+ the promise of a reward) won him over.
- Since Peter really isn't the gamer type you decided to play more chill games. Like Stardew valley, Minecraft & Kirby.
- Peter got really jealous of the bachelors/bachelorettes in Stardew valley.
Glaring at them, holding you tightly whenever you interact with them. Growling when one of them acted a bit too friendly and that doesn't even mention when he saw the flirting mod you had installed long ago.
- Peter's favorite and at the same time most hated bachelor is Sebastian. On one hand, you can rarely interact with him (at the start of the game) and he is rather cold/neutral towards you.
On the other he reminds Peter always of his own Emo phase. Especially with the hair, he always freezes for a few seconds when he sees him.
- "I will kill them all, starting with Sebastian."
"Peter, no! This is a game, you can't even kill them. There isn't a mechanic for it!"
"I will find a way, darling. I don't like how they are all trying to get to you. You're mine, even in such games you're mine, only mine."
"Y'know, we can get married to each oth-"
"What are we waiting for then, darling!? Let's get married!"
- And this is how you guys got married in the game, he is still jealous and protective whenever one of the flirting text boxes appears.
- After that you decided to play Kirby, mostly because he couldn't get jealous in these games.
- He really liked to play as Marx, sucking enemies into his black hole body. Protecting you from danger (and getting severely damaged in the process.)
- Also the smooch mechanic to share HP items quickly turned into his favorite thing.
- He might also have ordered a few Kirby plushies after the stream. His favorite game was Forgotten land tho, he loved the final boss.
- "I thought Kirby games were for kids, what is that!?"
"Oh yeah, Kirby games often end with like…Umm…Fighting gods or Eldritch beings since Kirby is kinda a chaos god themselves? I think?"
"Kirby is what!?"
- Playing Minecraft with him is fun, but also very chaotic. You stopped counting how many times any of you got blown up by creepers.
- Whenever you went into a mine, he would follow you. Protecting you from monsters, showing you where he found resources and throwing food at you.
- Whatever you build he will love it. A house? Perfect for living together, he will put his bed next to yours.
A farm with animals and crops? So thoughtful of you to build a food source.
A random structure? A dirt house? He will love it no matter what.
- If you tame a blue parrot and name him Peter & another parrot (Y/N) he will love it. Don't separate them (he 100% would build them a jukebox.)
- Will scream and run in front of you whenever a Baby Zombie runs at you/Skeleton shoots at you. (He will also try to get better with a bow just to shoot at Phantom's)
- The first piece of netherite armor he creates is immediately given to you. He will grind for most of the stream just so you can have a fully enchanted, netherite suit.
- "That's sweet and all but you're still in iron armor…Don't you need it more?"
"Nope, I am mostly strip mining in the nether. So I don't really face any dangers down there, you on the other hand? You're building up here with all of the Phantom's & Creepers swarming you darling."
Cue to him dying from Hoglin's and angry Piglin's.
- He will start an army of cats and dogs after he learns that they keep away certain mobs/attack monsters.
- Peter really gets into Redstone. Your house will get a whole red stone security system, automatic doors, self brewing potion stands ect.
- Throughout the stream you guys answer questions. Some of them were weird or just jokes, but most were focused on Peter.
After explaining that he was your boyfriend (and to please stop flirting with you before Peter tries anything.)
- A lot more questions came flooding in about your relationship. Peter answered them gladly (you had to shut his mouth a few times.) He made it pretty clear that you both belonged to each other and that he would never share you. Not even in a joking manner.
- At the end of the stream you guys went through some of your tags, looking at fanart. Some of your favorites were;
Peter looking traumatized at Sebastian.
The Kirbyfied versions of you two [You were often drawn as Kirby & he as Marx and/or Waddle dee.]
A picture of both of you in a box labelled "Soulmate's please do not separate!"
And fully rendered art piece of Peter in armor with his army of dogs attacking Zombies, Skeletons & Creepers. While you were in the background mining.
- "That was a fun stream, wanna join again someday, handsome?"
"Of course, darling. Now let's get to my promised reward. I had to hold myself back whenever you were your adorable, teasing self. So don't expect me to be gentle, my love~"
#yb peter#your boyfriend game#x reader#peter imagines#your boyfriend#your boyfriend peter#your boyfriend visual novel
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ruined, m | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: Why is there a mostly shirtless man in your bedroom and why is it Kim Namjoon's, your roommate's, fault? All you want to do is play League of Legends, not be visually attacked by ridiculously attractive Jeon Jungkook as his six friends perform living room karaoke at the top of their very drunk lungs.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; classic Namjoon ripping clothes; you don't have to know how to play LoL, I explain most of it; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, begging, scratching / marking, nipple play, edging / orgasm denial, handjob, (unintentional?) voyeurism, little bit of cum-eating, choking, cowgirl, cock warming); non-idol!BTS – purple-haired, kind-of-a-brat, sub!Jungkook x gamer, noona, dom!reader, ft OT6 being chaotic in the background XD
@yn-the-reader linked me in this and I was already writing about him. a prophet, maybe? XD
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“WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS?”
You died.
Not literally, but also literally.
“Fuck!”
Now you had thirty-seven seconds of gray screen to figure out why the fuck Jeon Jungkook had busted into your bedroom on this cheerful night with his black dress shirt three-quarters of the way unbuttoned, revealing most of his – oh, sweet Satan, very muscular – pecs and the upper half of his abs. He was holding something in his hands, looking helpless and sad, while you were panic buying Liandry's Anguish and experiencing a special form of anguish yourself.
“Noona, um–”
That’s right, because you were in the middle of a League of Legends game, playing Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace, also known as half-snake lady or the lamia of the champion roster or a mean version of Monster Musume’s Miia (if you know, you know, and if you don’t, be glad you don’t). Your roommate was having friends over after going drinking. All this was fine and dandy with you, because you were going to spend all night wearing headphones and playing League of Legends, therefore ignoring the outside world, until the outside world came to bother you in the form of Kim Namjoon’s – your roommate’s – mostly shirtless friend Jeon Jungkook.
He wasn’t mostly shirtless most of the time, only right now.
“Noona, Namjoon-hyung ripped my shirt…” Jungkook whimpered hesitantly, chewing on his lip. He looked awkward and distraught despite his long dark purple hair giving him a rather fierce, bad-boy look.
Namjoon was a great roommate. He was smart, conversational, and insightful. A chat with him usually led to an enriching, open-minded perspective. He was relatively clean, considerate, communicative, nonjudgmental, fun to be around, and only set the kitchen on fire twice.
The second time was your fault.
You shouldn’t have let Namjoon in the kitchen the second time.
Also, Namjoon with his friends was a wildly chaotic time. All of his friends, especially drunk, were fucking nuts. Normally, they were probably relatively calm people (maybe not Kim Seokjin or Jung Hoseok, they were very excitable), but together they were a mess. You often wondered how they could function as a group.
Currently, however, you were trying to collect your brain cells as you had mere seconds before respawning onto the platform and were forced to play again. Timing in League of Legends was very important. Seconds can mess up wave management of minions and wave mismanagement can lead to game losses if you weren’t careful. The nuances of the game were often ignored by casual players.
You were, in short, a nerd about it.
“Fucking s-shit, what h-happened?” you sputtered out, turning back to your screen, unable to look at mostly shirtless Jungkook because he was MOSTLY SHIRTLESS. Honestly, he had quite nice pecs, and you should not be thinking about that, but it was incredibly distracting, just like how it used to be distracting when Namjoon was shirtless, but several years of living with him made you accustomed to his impressive pectoral muscles, to the point where you could joke about them with him.
But this was not Namjoon – this was his younger friend Jungkook and you had no idea Jungkook was ripped, mostly because you didn’t pay attention to Namjoon’s friends.
There were too many of them and you were too introverted for that.
“I don’t know, he just grabbed my shirt and it ripped and I managed to find all the buttons, but, but…”
Cassiopeia respawned on the platform and you couldn’t ignore the snake lady any longer. You had to play the game because four random people on your team were counting on you and you couldn’t exactly type, sorry, there’s a hot man in my room with his shirt practically off and I don’t know what to do with my life, so you had to suck it up and play the damn game.
Right-clicking and keeping your eyes only on your computer monitor.
Half-listening to that trembling, silvery voice coming up behind you, making your hairs stand on end even though all he was doing was dumping the tiny buttons on your desk.
Oh, fuck me, you thought to yourself.
“Can you repair it? Please? My mom bought me this shirt and Namjoon-hyung said you can sew, so maybe you can sew them back on? Please?”
“Yes, Jungkook, I can, just not right now, I’m in the middle of a game,” you rambled, suddenly trading damage with the enemy Viktor, trying to avoid the laser from the Machine Herald, swearing under your breath as you stutter-stepped and stunned him, poisoning him quickly enough with your abilities to avoid dying. “I will help you, I just – fucking shit, get the fuck away from me Udyr, fuck!”
“Wow, you curse a lot, noona. It’s kind of funny.”
“I – fuck– I mean, sometimes, and what are you guys doing out there? It sounds like a deranged cabaret club,” you remarked, ticking your head towards the direction of your bedroom door.
“Karaoke!” Jungkook replied brightly, still standing behind you, why was he standing behind you, it was freaking you out a little, but Ocean Dragon was being taken and a team fight was about to happen, so you had to ignore it and support your teammates in chasing down the enemy support.
Seokjin hit a high note that was so shrill that you heard it through your headphones.
“… Wow, he’s got some lungs on him.”
“Do you wanna join us, noona?”
“I can’t sing.”
“Neither can we.”
“Pretty sure all of you can sing better than I can, even Yoongi and Namjoon. I’m fucking terrible.”
“I’m not that good.”
You barely survived with thirty hit points after that debacle of a team fight, but your team had the dragon and you all were slowly on your way to victory. You pressed the ‘B’ key to return to base, but kept your eyes on the screen, lest Udyr, the Spirit Walker and serial bear stun-slapping enemy jungler, ran your ass down and killed you.
“Jungkook, your voice is absolutely heavenly. Fucking beautiful. I’m sure every human being on Earth would want to be serenaded by you.”
Silence that you didn’t notice was awkward for him because you were too busy letting out a sigh of relief and building your next item, typing quickly to your teammates. You all were about to set up for vision around Baron Nashor, a large purple worm-dragon monster that when killed provided a significant, sometimes game-ending buff.
“R… really?”
“Yeah, and you’re handsome, gorgeous, and hot as hell too, so the whole damn package,” you responded absentmindedly, realizing the enemy were trying to split-push and trade objectives so you sent some pings to your teammate to take care of that as you accompanied the main group to help clear waves of minions.
Heat.
You heard him shift beside you and suddenly his face was next to yours, watching your screen closely.
Side-step, cast your ultimate, cast your Miasma ability to ground the enemies and prevent them from dashing away, switching between auto-attacking and piercing them with Twin Fang, all in the span of a mild freak-out because why was Jungkook so FUCKING close?
“Wow, you’re so good at League.”
“I’m Diamond rank, so not that good, but definitely better than all seven of you combined.”
“Haha, true, we’re all pretty bad,” Jungkook laughed next to your ear and, oh, shit, is warm breath feathered on your neck, why weren’t you wearing a turtleneck or something and not your self-cropped oversized band t-shirt and slinky black leggings, why weren’t you cocooned in layers of clothes, because you were quickly highly aware of how attractive Namjoon’s friends were.
To top it all off, you were in the middle of a game, so you just had to tolerate it and stay calm for the sake of your teammates and your elo.
“Maybe you could teach us and we’ll teach you something in return.”
“You guys don’t even listen to each other, why would I assume you all would listen to me?”
“I’d listen to you, noona.”
Now your team was doing the Baron dance, skirting in and out of vision, daring the other team to make a move, daring each other to make a mistake so the other could capitalize on it, slowly, slowly, watch the waves, watch the minimap. Careful. You could control the situation if you were calm and not too trigger-happy. Tension in your fingers and tension in your neck because your roommate’s friend was right next to your head, observing your every move.
His violet hair brushed your shoulder.
Soft, delicate strands against your skin.
“You’re more experienced, so you would know what to do.”
Your support snap-engaged a fight and you were immediately in the zone, right clicking rapidly, cycling through your abilities, keeping track of the opponents’ spells, determined not to let any of them get away, following your teammate’s calls and not hesitating, because hesitation as death and loss, and you were so close to winning you could taste it, going after it with passionate vigor and a slow-forming grin, seeing and hearing the in-game announcer declaring, QUADRA KILL.
You didn’t kill all five of them because someone took the pentakill from you.
You might have cared about that except your ear exploded into clapping as Jungkook excitedly applauded for you, cheering you on, reminding you that a mostly shirtless man was standing right next to you.
Thanks, Namjoon, you thought sarcastically.
“Wow, you played that so well, dodging the Viktor ult and stunning three people like that–”
You felt your cheeks heat at the compliments, busying yourself with your team killing Baron. You didn’t usually have someone commenting on your games. Your eyes flickered to the small buttons on your desk.
Especially not a mostly shirtless guy.
Mostly shirtless hot guy.
Back to screen, seeing your jungler’s typed instructions, suggesting you all to destroy as many structures as you could and then prepare for the next fight for Ocean Dragon Soul and – oh? Your eyebrows raised as the screen abruptly jerked to the enemy base, the nexus inside exploding into shiny gem-like fragments that became the VICTORY banner.
“They surrendered?” you uttered with surprise, clicking on the CONTINUE button. “Why?”
Your eyes flickered to the kill score.
“Oh, thirty-two to nine… maybe that’s why….”
Your team had the nine deaths and the opponent team had thirty-two so, well, maybe that’s why they surrendered the game.
“Aw, that’s no fun,” Jungkook pouted as you clicked on the damage screen. Second most damage. Okay, you could take that. You were a little distracted.
“So, about your problem–”
You spun around to, ack, realize that, yes, Jungkook’s shirt was still flapped wide open to expose his chest like an unwrapped piece of caramel candy. He seemed to realize it too, making a surprised face and yanking the sides closed, as if you hadn’t gotten a damn eyeful already.
“I can resew the buttons back on, but you should borrow a shirt from Namjoon in the meantime,” you managed to say, clearing your throat. “Because I, ah, can’t really sew it when you’re still wearing the shirt.”
“Oh… Oh, right, yeah.”
Then he started yanking his shirt out of his slacks.
UMMMMMMM.
Usually, you didn’t care about this stuff. Men were men. They had chests. But you had things you liked too. Just like how men like tits and ass, you liked well-built pecs and forearms. Actually, you appreciated a nice ass and thighs too. And cute faces. Fuck, you loved a cute face.
“Uh, Jungkook…”
He looked up, questioningly. Big round brown eyes, his violet bangs framing his chiseled jaw, parted pink lips, the small mole underneath his lower lip looking so, so kissable, quivering slightly.
Fuck, Jungkook had a cute face.
His shirt was very open.
Fuck, his lightly tanned skin.
He was hesitating around a button, his deft fingers flexed, ink black tattoos standing out on his knuckles and the back of his hand. Your legs were slightly spread, thighs flush to your gaming chair. Half a second and Jungkook’s eyes flickered back up to your face, pretending he hadn’t been looking.
You raised your eyebrows.
“Are you really just gonna strip in my room and walk out asking Namjoon for a shirt and hope none of the six guys think anything about it?”
His eyes shifted around your room. Bed with black sheets and black velvet duvet. Television with your gaming consoles. Your collection of character figurines from various games. Your black denim jacket hanging on a hook, covered in monotone patches that you had sewn yourself, mostly occult-themed, skeletons, skulls, cats, ghosts, potions, eyeballs, that kind of thing. Back to your desk.
Your legs.
Really staring at your thighs, hips, and crotch.
Up your torso, your hands, your exposed collarbones.
Your face.
Guarding his expression, testing the waters.
“Maybe,” Jungkook said slowly. His eyes darted away and back, teeth catching his lower lip. “I really am hoping you can fix my shirt.”
You watched his face carefully, the flare of darkness in those brown orbs, a hint of naughtiness, dancing with danger. Jungkook had a mischievous streak. You could tell by the way he interacted with his hyungs, listening but talking back, helping them with things but not without a roll of his eyes or a smart remark added, probably because all his friends were older and he was the youngest. He knew he could get away with it.
In short.
Brat.
“What would you like in return, noona?” Jungkook purred, smile dancing on his lips.
Honorifics were supposed to honor you. Show a sign of respect and all that shit.
All I wanted to do was play video games, you grumbled internally. Not suddenly have a thirst fest for one of Namjoon’s best friends. You narrowed your eyes a little, seeing the smirk on that perfectly shaped mouth. He’s not stopping either.
Outside your room, something fell with a loud crash. Probably Namjoon by the depth of that startled yelp. Everyone else started laughing and a very loud, cheerful melody was blasting from the living room television. Nobody was coming to investigate you and Jungkook.
Yet.
“Turn around and ask for a shirt,” you sighed, waving a hand. “Then take off your shirt in the bathroom and then, only then, do you come back and give me your dress shirt.”
You saw Jungkook frown, not expecting that as your answer.
“Oh. Okay.”
He seemed disappointed, lowering his hands.
The silky fabric of the dress shirt slid off his right shoulder, partly revealing his tattoo sleeve and fully revealing his right collarbone and shoulder.
You sucked in a breath, eyes flickering to it. Then his face. Then back to his body. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Jungkook jumped, startled by the fallen fabric and reached over to grab the fallen collar. Your hand moved faster than you had time to think. You had good reaction time. It was the gaming obsession.
You slapped his hand down.
Jungkook squeaked, head snapping up, purple hair floating around him, gold chain on his neck glittering as he swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. Strangely, his chain resembled your sterling silver choker that you were wearing right now, except you also wore another necklace with a circular white gold pendant with your zodiac sign.
Not that anyone was ever close enough to inspect it.
“N-Noona?” he breathed, sounding strangely winded.
Shit.
You hadn’t meant to do that. Your body reacted faster than your head.
Shit.
Fuck, he had a nice body. His pecs. Even had a nice dark nipple – well, he probably had two, but you could only see one at the moment – and it all trimmed down to a slim waist and shapely hips. You could tell because of his tailored black slacks. He had been wearing a blazer earlier in the evening too. It was probably on a chair somewhere in the apartment.
Shit.
What did Jungkook need to look so damn good for?
“Where did you guys go to be dressed like that?”
Yes, you were really just going to interrogate him with his shirt dangling off like that.
Jungkook chewed on his lower lip, the tiny mole underneath bouncing up and down as he spoke. “We went to a fancy hotel rooftop bar to celebrate Yoongi-hyung’s award that he won at the music show for producing that song–”
“Ah, right, Namjoon mentioned that earlier today.” Dress code must have been black tie.
Those dark brown eyes found yours, observing you carefully.
“I would have liked to see you there, noona.”
You stopped staring at the tattoos on his bicep and made eye contact. Fuck. Those eyes. Sparkling with deviousness. Trying to see how far he could push your buttons.
“I wonder what kind of dress would you have worn?” he murmured, musing to himself. “I bet you would have looked hotter than any girl there.” Jungkook smiled, playful and boyish. He wasn’t being sleazy about it. Every word was light and honest. “A tight little black dress? Maybe bright red? Short, because you have incredible legs. It would be a crime not to show them off.” He was only complimenting you. His tone wasn’t trying to be suggestive.
Yet.
You didn’t close your legs. You had nothing to be shy about.
Instead, you leaned back in your gaming chair as if it was a throne, resting your left elbow on the armrest and your chin on two fingers, thighs wide open, and your other hand in between them, fingers curled inward to your inner thigh.
Jungkook’s pink lips curved ever higher, ever more roguish.
“Whatever you would have chosen, you would have looked so, so sexy.”
You ticked your head.
“I know.”
Because you did.
Look here, Jeon Jungkook, I’m here minding my own damn business and you’re here inserting yourself into my life, so if you can’t handle me knowing my self-worth, you can fuck right off.
He reached up and tucked a bit of his purple hair behind his right ear, grinning at you.
“You sure you don’t want anything from me?” he asked, a slight flicker of pink tongue between white teeth. “I can give first and then you can decide whether or not you want to help.”
Honestly, those sultry eyes could stop a heart.
You removed your hand from your chin, tapping the air with those two fingers in a dismissive manner.
“Hm.”
Outside, Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok were singing a soulful duet and Park Jimin was hooting at inappropriate moments to ruin the atmosphere as much as possible. That raspy, breathless laugh was Min Yoongi, who was probably doubled over on the floor in his expensive suit. Classic genius music producer of the year behavior right there.
Jungkook tucked his hands in his pockets, shirt sleeve falling down, revealing his blacked-out inner elbow. Mountains with a dark sky. It must have hurt, doing something like that. Still, he did it. For aesthetics?
You heard the smirk rather than seeing it, mostly because you were looking at his body.
“I would look so damn good on you, noona.”
Alright.
You closed your eyes slowly and reopened them to look directly into those dangerous, dangerous eyes.
“Lock the door.”
Not really an order. More of a statement. Jungkook could do it or not, you knew. He couldn’t be coerced to do anything. He did things because he wanted to do them. He was nice because he wanted to be nice. He was childish when he wanted to be childish.
And.
Jungkook was obedient when he wanted to be obedient.
He turned around, went to your bedroom door, and locked it.
Well then.
He came back and stood in front of you. A little closer now.
You cocked an eyebrow. “They’re going to come looking for you.”
Jungkook smiled down at you. “I’m sure they will.”
You frowned, lowering your hand to tap the end of the armrest. “They’re going to think I started this.”
“You kind of did.”
Your eyes narrowed sharply. He grinned, taking a step closer.
“Because it’s not my fault you look so good,” Jungkook breathed, voice deepening, leaning down, your expression unchanging, not pulling back but not encouraging anything either. “Not my fault your body is hotter than a summer. Not my fault your confidence is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever had in my life.”
Your thighs were still as open as his shirt.
Jungkook put his knee in between them.
His dress shirt was basically almost completely off his body now, falling off the left shoulder too and dangling off his forearms, exposed collarbones and shoulders, tan skin taut over muscle. A delicious body line, so fucking close to you that you could feel the heat. You still didn’t do anything. You weren’t going to do anything. You didn’t prompt this. You were simply minding your own business commanding a snake lady to victory, not expecting to get seduced by a mischievous bunny-like smile and a tiny black mole under a cute pout.
“I can’t help myself around you.”
You usually didn’t say more to Namjoon’s friends than a mere hello, not wanting to bother them with your presence. They were all men after all. You expected them to want bro time or whatever. Also, you were too busy being obsessed with men that didn’t exist in real life to pursue men that did exist in real life.
At least League of Legends had 3D models so no one could say you lived only the 2D lifestyle.
That didn’t mean that you didn’t partake when the dinner laid themselves out to be eaten. They often had to, because you wouldn’t pay attention otherwise.
Purple hair drifted into your vision, surrounding you in a curtain of violet and dark brown eyes, warm exhale and trembling pink lips, trapping you in Jungkook’s gaze, but you refused to relent, keeping your gaze even. Steady breaths to disguise your racing heart.
You kept your hands closed to prevent him from seeing your shaking fingers.
“Every time I see you, I want you to touch me,” he whispered, trying to hide the edge of nervousness by lowering his voice, enticing you to lean in to hear him better because someone was wiping a damn window in the living room outside your door or was that Kim Seokjin laughing?
There was no difference.
Jungkook’s forehead touched yours and you stopped thinking about Seokjin.
“I just want you to feel me up, rip my clothes off, and fuck me until I can’t think straight. Use me, abuse me, wreck me, ruin me,” he shuddered, definitely thinking about it, and one blink and you spied the obvious tent in his pants.
“Maybe I’m a lazy girl,” you finally said, touching your nose to his, inhaling his breath, a little bit of alcohol, a little bit of fruitiness, and that hint of cologne, fresh, clean, and intense. Something else too. Musk, maybe his pheromones or something like that. Whatever it was smelled fucking delicious, just like you. What did your perfume smell like? Spiced fire blended with addictive sweetness.
You shrugged casually.
“Maybe I’m a pillow princess.”
Jungkook chuckled.
“I can tell you’re not.”
You had to smirk.
Of course, you weren’t.
You closed your thighs around his knee and squeezed, raising to your tiptoes. He gasped softly, shivering at the simple touch of your soft thighs pressing around his muscular leg. It was disturbingly noisy out there, but here it was silent, pared down to your breathing and Jungkook’s breathing, mixing together, blazingly hot, closer, closer, doing the careful dance, daring each other to make the move that was so obviously going to happen.
“What are you gonna say when they ask you where you’ve been all this time?” you whispered, avoiding letting your lips brush against his.
“The truth.”
His tongue flickered out and barely touched your lips.
You didn’t make a sound.
Jungkook moaned, the sound drifting into your throat, and you could taste his desire.
“I tripped and fell into your lap.”
Your lips curved into a smirk.
He kissed you.
His hands on the armrests of your rolling chair, pushing it back into your desk, pressing his lips to yours, inhaling deeply, wanting to breathe you, wanting to taste you, wanting you, shivering as you finally touched him with your hands, but this was you, and your first touch wasn’t going to be wasted on a conventional innocent touch.
Your fingers closed in on his rock-hard erection and stroked him through his pants.
Jungkook moaned your name right in your mouth, eyes half-lidded, his violet hair encircling your face as he rolled his hips into your palm, whining deep in his chest.
“Fuck, yes, noona, play with me…”
You flitted your tongue between his lips and he chased it, begging you for more, and yet you continued to tease, light flicks between those soft pillows, nipping at them, even pushing up his lower lip so the tip of your tongue could draw a small heart around that mole, kissing it, so gentle, so delicate. His entire body shook, your hand palming his hardness through his pants, nails scraping against his balls, caressing all of it, acting like you owned it. Jungkook was certainly humping your hand like you did.
“You only want me because I didn’t want you,” you taunted, not bothering to hide your smirk and your slight disapproval.
“That’s not true,” he panted, attempting to get you to touch his chest, pushing you back into your chair, and yet you kept the fingers of your free hand on the cusp of what he wanted, heat close but no contact, causing him to whimper every time your fingernails barely nicked his skin. “I want you because you’re pretty, gorgeous, and hot as hell.”
Hm, that sounded familiar.
“I want you because I love watching you play your favorite games,” he chuckled, kissing the side of your lips, nose to nose. “I want you because I love that little smirk you make when you do something good. I want you because I love that aggressiveness that comes out and how you seem to lose your filter. Shit, it’s so fucking hot when you’re focused. Makes me wanna see your face when you’re pinning me down and having your way with me. Makes me want to obey you and disobey you at the same time, because I want you to reward me and punish me, I just can’t decide, fuck, you make life so hard for me.”
He punctuated hard by violently humping your hand, rattling your desk with his force.
Outside you heard Namjoon yelling “CANNONBALL” and throwing himself onto that giant gray furry beanbag you paid far too much for about six months ago. It was now a household party favorite, due to its massive size and fluffiness. At the moment, it sounded like a pile of six guys in semi-formal clothing was beginning and, instead of watching this heap of hot dudes being constructed, you were making out with the seventh guy’s face and grabbing his dick.
You’ll take this trade.
You felt Jungkook’s hands groping around, undoing his pants and the zipper, trying to get you to touch more, more, desperate for you to be all over him.
“P-Please… please, I don’t know when they’re going to notice…” he pleaded. “You’re so close, so close, ah, I can’t think, please…”
“Shh…” you soothed. “The door is locked.”
Your fingertips finally touched his chest, not disappointed in the slightest when you touched those delicious-looking pecs. They felt just as nice under your palm, his pounding heart and wanton moan vibrating up your arm.
“Aren’t you a needy little brat trying to distract me from my games, hm?”
Your fingertips hooked over the waistband of his boxer briefs.
“You’re going to have to face the consequences, Jungkook.”
You said his name like a delicious sweet about to be eaten, growl in your throat as you yanked down his underwear, capturing his lips, robbing him of his cries as you clawed down his chest, grasping his cock and pumping him, long, complete strokes from base to tip, curling your fingers around his balls, juggling them with your fingers teasingly as he squirmed and groaned. Your free arm shot around his back, digging your nails into his spine, not letting him get away. His black dress shirt was falling, falling to your floor, his bluish-purple hair in your face and his strong hands on your shoulders, sliding down, kneading your breasts through your clothes, whining that you were still wearing a bra – of course, you were, six dudes were coming over and they didn’t need to see your magnificent nipples on display, although clearly one of them wanted to see – and he was trying to get to the hem of your shirt, but you smacked his hands away, building the pressure and speed, pre-cum leaking between your fingers and adding slickness to lessen the dry friction.
Fuck, you could smell him and he smelled so fucking good.
“Noona, please…” Jungkook gasped, hands on the armrests of your chair, tipping his head back at the pleasure, pants at his fucking knees, chest, crotch, thighs on display. “This is… embarrassing…”
He meant him being mostly naked and you being dressed.
You shrugged, acting indifferent. “Not for me.”
He whimpered at your words, so noticeably dominant despite not using an aggressive or commanding tone. Either that or he was very invested in you jacking him off. You suspected it was a combination of the two, considering how eagerly his cock twitched when you answered.
“What should I do, Jungkook? Should I let you cum? Or should I play with you and stop, make you put your clothes back on and walk out there, desperate to be finished off?” you mused aloud, running your nails up his back, not that hard, but he leaned back into it so they sank into him, wordlessly begging you to do it harder, so you did, setting your jaw and scratching at his back, forcing him back into position. His cock throbbed in your hand, pulsating wildly.
Hm, he really loved it, huh.
“P-Please… wanna cum, please don’t be mean…” he gasped, thrusting his hips into your punishingly tight grip.
“Hm, why does it matter? You’ll just run to the bathroom and finish yourself off anyway, right?”
“Want you to do it, please,” he begged, his long hair curling around his jaw, dark purple locks framing the sharpness, lashes fluttering as you rubbed your thumb against the underside of the head, smearing pre-cum over the slit. “Your hand feels so good, so fucking good, better than I thought, please, I need you to touch me or I can’t get off, please…”
You removed your hand.
Jungkook cried out in denied despair, pitch hiking, the sinful sound clearly audible despite the debaucherously loud ruckus outside your bedroom door that included not one, but two people howling like werewolves for some unknown reason. At this point, you were mildly curious.
But you had a job to do.
He grabbed the front of your shirt, almost sobbing with need. Somehow his violet hair was a mess and you hadn’t even touched it. It cascaded over one of his eyes, an indigo curtain, the other chocolate orb shaking and pupil dilated, black prominent in the dark brown.
“Please don’t–”
You shoved two fingers from your right hand into that pleading mouth and raised your left.
He choked, gagging a little on your fingers.
You stuck your tongue out and licked your palm, slathering it with a thick layer of slick saliva.
Jungkook’s eyes widened at the dirty action and then rolled back into his head as you wrapped your hand around his aching cock once more, now covered in saliva, swiftly and fervently jacking him off, hard, fast, tight, nearly choking his cock, pushing his chin up and his chest to your hungry mouth, tongue and teeth and lips, all over those dark nipples hardening under your persistent touch, heedless to his rising moans, so very obvious now what was happening in your bedroom.
It didn’t bother you at all. Jungkook walked in here and asked you to wreck and ruin him, so you did exactly what he asked you to do, leaving harsh bite marks and slippery saliva all over his soft skin, your perfume rubbing off onto his body, coating his chest in your scent and his pulsating thick length with your spit, and he was so fucking hard that you were impressed, feeling his mouth suck on your fingers desperately and wetly, your name a messy garble above your head.
“Fuck, yes, umpf, oh fuck, I’m so close, so close, gonna cum, goona cum for you…!”
“Jungkook?”
You had no idea who called his name through your door, because the next second Jungkook was pitching forward and shooting his cum up your thigh and chest, thick white strings painting your leggings and band t-shirt, soaking into the fabric and creating a sticky mess on your skin, your head lifting in response to his movement to avoid knocking into him, your fingers sliding out of his lips, strings of saliva snapping as they left, and suddenly Jungkook’s face was in your face, his lips on yours in a passionate kiss, rutting into your hand to increase the sensitivity, shoulders and hips flinching, whimpering gratitude and ecstasy into your mouth, his hands in your hair, kissing you deeper, more ravenously, ignoring the questioning voices, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm.
You heard Namjoon say outside your door, “I think he made his move.”
You asshole, at least warn me, you thought irritably.
“You’re so good… so good, exactly what I need… I knew you would be… fuck…”
You thrust your tongue into his lips once and backed off, chuckling as he whined for more.
“Go ask for a shirt.”
Jungkook shook his head rapidly, violet hair flying everywhere. Your hand was still wrapped around his semi-hard cock, his cum dripping onto your wrist. His ears were turning red.
“I can’t… They know something is going on…” he mumbled, scooting closer to you, as if your body heat could somehow mask the fact that you just jacked him off with six of his friends standing outside your bedroom door whispering.
“Maybe you wanted them to know.”
You squeezed his ass and he trembled, clutching your shoulders.
“Easy way to tell them that you want to be owned by me, right?”
You could tell by the way his eyes were darting around rapidly that the thought crossed his mind more than once.
“Jungkook.”
You said it loud enough for a keen ear to hear it if they were really eavesdropping. You looked up at Jungkook, his eyes immediately fixating on yours because of your tone.
In control, not to be questioned.
“Get on your knees.”
Dead silence outside your bedroom.
“B… but…”
His cheeks flushed pink.
You took his chin and pulled him down to your face, murmuring to that mole under his lips, pecking it daintily, almost innocently, his wispy moan drifting over your nose. Your words were barely above a whisper, only for him.
“You made a mess. Clean it up.”
You stroked Jungkook’s chin with your thumb, your other hand tucking his long hair behind his ear.
“I’ll let you sleep in my bed tonight, so be a good boy for me right now and I’ll let you be a bad boy in bed.”
His head tilted and Jungkook whispered your name into your mouth, drenched with desire.
You smirked, stroking his jaw fondly.
He got to his knees, in between your open thighs, leaning forward, subservient eyes on your face as his pink tongue extended, licking at his own cum staining your clothes, eyes closing at your hand on the top of his head, not directing the movement, but reminding him who was in charge here, reminding him with nails in his scalp that he was going to be fucked until he couldn’t think straight.
Used, abused, wrecked, ruined.
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“I don’t wanna.”
“We both know you do.”
“But I want to fuck you,” Jungkook protested, speaking softly because everyone was sleeping, or at least it seemed that way, not that either you or Jungkook cared, because you were forcing him to his knees on your bed, pushing his torso back, nails digging into his chest, towering over him, his naked body already covered in your bites and scratches, focused on his inner thighs and chest, none on his neck because that’s where he wanted it the most.
And you knew it.
“Noona, please…”
He said please a lot for someone who did not, in fact, want to be pleased, but tortured.
You grabbed him by the chin, cocking an eyebrow.
His hands were behind him, arms shaking as they held him up, shivering delightfully under your petrifying gaze.
“Please what? Hm? Saying please when you come crawling into my room, begging for dirty things with your friends right outside, saying please when you interrupt me and distract me, jeopardizing my chances to win my game?”
You leaned in close, you knowing you were only crafting a scene, him knowing that you didn’t actually care, but Jungkook wanted to hear the words, wanted you to put that malice in your tone to caress his ears, wanted you to cannibalize his sanity and put him in a different headspace, his cock already responding to it, bobbing in the air, purple-red and achingly hard from multiple orgasms, and he still wanted more.
“Saying please so you can say please when you’re under me, helplessly begging me to let you cum?”
You could hear his whines vibrating under your fingertips, pupils blown wide, lower lip trembling, begging you already, such a needy little thing, those lovely brown eyes full of submission, muscles tense with anticipation, every passing second spiraling him into increased frustration, because instead of doing anything, you were only smirking wider and wider, pushing his head back.
“Well? Tell me if you’re a dirty boy or not. Maybe I’ll do what you want.”
His violet hair cascaded to his shoulder blades, his low moan coursing through your fingertips and the heated air of your bedroom.
“Y… Yes, I’m a d-dirty boy…”
“Noona,” you prompted.
Just because you could.
His lips curved into an open smile, two of your fingers hooked over his lower lip, fingertips rubbing his tongue. Your thumb nail pressed into his mole.
“Noona.”
You ripped the condom open with your teeth, which was not advisable unless you were the kind of person that practiced that for hours on end, spending an obscene amount of money on unused condoms to perfect your technique, because nobody wants a broken condom or lube in their teeth. Why would you want to learn such a thing? You were a stickler for details. A perfectionist in perfecting a perfect display of raw dominance.
You spat out the torn corner onto Jungkook’s chest and he whimpered, unashamedly amazed.
Your left hand removed the condom from the package and your right slid out of his mouth and encircled his neck.
You inspected the condom, lazily turning it to the correct position, fingers pressed to the sides of his neck, leaving plenty of space for his trachea between your thumb and forefinger. You didn’t bother looking at his face. Instead, you spread your legs, poised and naked over him and his throbbing cock.
Your right hand started choking him.
Your left hand started rolling the condom down his thick, hard length.
Your name leaked out of his lips in a thin gurgle, his eyes rolling back into his head.
“Say please, Jungkook.”
A sharp, distinct order.
“P… Please…” he gasped out, chest shuddering.
Your hand tightened around his throat and your pussy clenched around his cock as you forced yourself down on him.
“Oh, fuuuuuuuck…”
You didn’t bother asking if he liked it. His vicious fisting of your sheets and trembling body, cries and cock included, told you everything you needed to know. You only watched the color of his cheeks, knowing there were limits to how long you could choke him. Therefore there was no time to be wasted, already starting your favorite pace, rough and hard, filling yourself with that delicious cock built to take your abuse, jaw set, gripping his throat, blood pounding under your fingertips, slapping hips to crotch, heat sparking though your veins, hotter, hotter, your smirk growing more and more smug, tongue tracing your lips as you witnessed Jungkook’s descent into sin, raising his head so he could watch you bounce on his cock with hazed brown orbs, mouth open, tongue lolling out, circulation thinning, purple hair wild around that cute, distressed face.
You let up the pressure on his neck, dark snicker rumbling in your chest.
“This pussy worth it, brat?”
The rush of missing blood into his brain, the suffocating pleasure of your pulsating walls wrapped around his twitching cock, your authoritative growl and merciless words tearing through him – you saw it all taking over Jungkook, forced to respond honestly from pure instinct because there was no time to compile pretty words or a smart comeback.
“Yes, noona, yes, I love it, I love it, this brat fucking loves what you do to him…”
You immediately choked him again and slapped your pussy onto his cock like you were whipping him.
His eyes rolled back and a wild moan tore out of his chest, cut off by your hand.
The bed creaked under you, bearing the weight of your roughness.
“I know you love it,” you snarled, leaning in, fucking him into your bed with vigor, straining his knees, so uncomfortable and so comfortable for him at the same time, pain and pleasure, clearly something he craved and loved from how hard he was. “You said you need me to touch you or you can’t get off.”
You knew that couldn’t be true.
Jungkook probably got off hundreds of times thinking about you, otherwise he wouldn’t be so ecstatic about you violently riding his dick right now.
His teeth sank into his swollen lower lip, staring at you through his lashes, his voice a thin whisper laced with insatiable need.
“I can’t cum without you anymore.”
You removed your hand.
Your hips stopped abruptly, fulling sheathing his cock inside you.
“No!”
His shout was so loud and desperate that you had to conceal your surprise, not expecting the frantic ferocity of his tone, nearly an agonized sob as he grabbed your upper arms in a crushing grip, his indigo locks crashing into his high cheekbones, sticking to his sweaty face and sharp jaw. It took everything in you to stay calm, everything to not give in and let him have what he wanted. Maybe it was stubbornness, maybe it was knowing the role you were playing, maybe it was the sadistic side of you, who the fuck knew, but there was only a beat of hesitation, a second of you staring into those beautiful dark brown eyes, so perfect.
Just perfect.
Perfectly wrecked, willing to do anything in this moment for you to continue.
Before he could utter a peep of a plea, you shook out of his grip and seized his head, crashing his lips onto your neck.
Jungkook bit you.
Instant, searing pain, taking out all his sexual frustration on your neck, sucking at the skin, hot tongue lapping, groaning, moaning, half-crying because you didn’t move. You just sat on his dick and forced his mouth onto your neck, gleefully savoring his despair, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to feel the pleasure, his hands and nails digging into your waist, his teeth latched to the side of your throat, his stiff cock shuddering inside you, your tight heat keeping him hard but not letting him cum, repeatedly squeezing the engorged head brutally, driving him insane.
Insane.
You could feel his lips move, but you muffled his words, pushing his head into your neck.
Please.
Deep inhale, his wonderful scent filling your nose.
Please.
Riding the high that was Jungkook’s desire for you, fingers tangled into violet strands.
Please.
He felt so, so good, spoon-feeding the dom in you with his tiny whimpers and distraught sniffles.
“P… Please…”
You pressed your lips to his hair, murmuring his name sweetly.
“Jungkook.”
No quiver to your tone, only serene calm.
“Noona…”
His hands slid up your back as your hips began to rock, slow, so painfully slow, building the frenzy layer by layer, his hardness swelling inside you, his soft lips pressed to his hickey onto your neck, even more turned on because he knew you let him mark you, he knew in this moment you were his and only his, everything he wanted and more, his hips rising to meet yours, deepening your thrusts, matching your force, burying his face into your skin and your scent, wanting nothing more than your command over his body.
You turned his head, tucking his hair behind one ear, speaking dark whispers into that curve.
“You look the best when on your knees for me, Jungkook.”
He shivered, your name falling sloppily from his lips, drunk from your power and lost in his service.
You let go of his head and grabbed his shoulders instead, putting all of your weight onto him, now letting yourself chase it, chase the orgasm that you had been building for yourself all this time, letting yourself feel Jungkook and feel the full force of the pleasure he gave you, because, yes, of course, you served him first before you, even if it didn’t seem like it.
Because when it came down to it, Jungkook came to you, opening himself petal by petal to show you his vulnerable side, testing the waters, hoping, wishing, praying that maybe, just maybe, you were the kind of person that he was expecting, wanting, needing, and you, knowing how difficult that was because, well, you had made it difficult, only focusing on games and not on those longing eyes that watched you whenever you came into his view.
Eyes that you looked into now.
Half-lidded, glazed over, fucked-out, still honest.
His large hands were still on your waist, holding you to him as you rode him with furious slaps, muscles flexed in his chest and arms, tattoos on his right arm tense and taut from holding this position for so long. He looked so good. Felt so good. Had an amazing cock.
And fuck.
Jungkook had a cute face.
You genuinely smiled.
“I’ll take care of everything,” you drawled, injecting your words with conviction and adoration.
That did it.
His lips parted, low groan emitting from his throat as his head tipped back, purple waterfalling onto his back, thrusting up into you and shooting into the condom with fierce jolts, unable to hold back any longer, his entire length flinching uncontrollably, sweet whimpers at his release, feeling sorry that he didn’t let you cum first, but that didn’t matter, because you rode through it, already there, falling, falling, your sigh like laden smoke as your orgasm slammed into you, welcoming the bolts of cruel pulses flying through you, concentrated onto your core, Jungkook’s moans hiking into pitched ecstasy at the convulsing clenches of his oversensitive, overused cock, arms embracing you tightly, hugging you for dear life, chest to chest, pounding heart against yours.
Your fingers tangled into his hair.
His hand fitted around your head.
Lips to lips and you took care of everything, claiming that mouth as yours, holding him up even though you were the one in his lap, your kiss onto that perfect mole under that pretty pout, cherishing every mumble of your name, lowering him onto your pillows, soft kisses in between. You took care of everything, lifting yourself off him, chuckling as he whined, pawing for you to come back, but you rapped his knuckles and calmed him, removing the condom and cleaning him off gently with a towel, soft kisses in between because he wanted the attention, deliberately not closing his eyes until you crawled back into the bed, tucking the covers around you and him, Jungkook immediately turning and yanking you into his chest, nose against your skin.
“Who’s the pillow princess?” you teased, ruffling his long violet locks.
His lips pressed onto your hickey, his mark on you, and he sighed in content, drifting into sleep.
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In the morning, you found a pile of five guys in the living room sleeping in various positions on the giant gray furry beanbag and the sofa. Jungkook was in your bed, passed out. The last guy, Min Yoongi, was in Kim Namjoon’s room, sleeping on his bed, because he was a smart man and took advantage of a perfectly good bed that five drunk hooligans undoubtedly forgot about.
You chuckled and rubbed your neck as you brushed your teeth, seeing yourself and the large purple hickey Jungkook had made last night in the bathroom mirror.
You went back to your room after retrieving the sewing basket from the living room, spending the morning calmly stitching the small buttons back onto his black dress shirt as the seven guys in your apartment continued to snore away.
Then you went back to playing League of Legends.
Ah, Cassiopeia, I had an eventful evening, but I have returned to you.
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a message to my youth (reply 1988 thought dump)
warning: this isn't meant to be a coherent review or commentary on reply 1988. i literally just finished the kdrama a few moments ago and i want to preserve what i'm feeling through this entry. this is only a cathartic attempt to show how the kdrama had impacted me in so many ways. also, spoilers!
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to the things that are already gone. to a time that has already passed, i want to say a belated farewell. goodbye, my youth.
watching a kdrama wasn't in my top priorities this year, but things that used to be a part of you would demand to be revisited sometimes. i'm glad that i did, and i'm thankful that it was reply 1988.
taking a nostalgic look at the year 1988, this kdrama tells about the story of five families in a humble block in ssangmun, seoul. for someone born 12 years after the setting, the plot is something strange, a history lesson in the lens of simple households. for someone in the limbo between careless youth and adulting, and someone born in an asian family, this kdrama will feel like home.
culturally speaking, reply 1988 was a beautiful exposition of how asian households run. what got me hooked to continue the drama was the endless saga of giving dishes to neighbors in the first episode. funnily enough, all families ended up having a feast of each house's dinner on their tables.
from a mouthwatering display of korean side dishes, to the trends of 1988 korea (back when jyp himself was a hit lolz jk), to the endless neighborhood gossips, to the flawed and conservative views on politics, and to the tight-knitted family dynamics — one would find this hilarious and relatable, informative even.
reply 1988 was a lot of things, but its casts hold a special place in my heart. the gang had so much love between them and it was so beautiful to see a pure friendship evolve through the years. i wish i could still have loud dinners and drunken nights with my friends when we get into our careers. I would love that.
sung deok sun, the optimistic figure in the group, was a ray of sunshine to me even as a viewer. i love deok sun because her spirits were never faltered by her failures and her status in life. my personality is sooo far from deok sun's, but she was relatable to me when she said she didn't know what to do in her life. she doesn't have a dream, i have a lot of them. even so, the uncertainty is there. i guess we all figure things out in the end. deok sun became a flight crew and was able to earn money for the family. i can't wait to figure out my own path, too.
dong ryong, being deoksun's self-proclaimed soulmate faced the same journey. despite not getting into a prestigious university, it's amazing how he was able to establish his own restaurant and even expand branches! makes you really think that not everything in life can be solved by good grades. honestly, i wish i have his street smarts and wisdom. what a powerful person i would be, then.
jung hwan was the man of few words in the group. he showed his affections not through words, but through his actions (and teases for deok sun). his love language would definitely be acts of service! i love jung hwan. he was a good son, brother, and friend. i aspire to have the kindness that he has. but oh dear heavens i would kill just to see how his love life would unfold had he faced the courage to confess to deok sun. i mean, come on! just be straightforward! they would honestly make a good pair, the ray of sunshine girl and the cold guy.
choi taek, the professional go-gamer, was the baby of the group. like jung hwan, he was a man of few words, except that taek was actually shy. his growth through the series was perhaps the most apparent. his innocent image was eventually changed by the way he picked up curse words from the gang, to his smoking, and to his openness of affection for his family and later on, deok sun. also, his character made me fall in love with park bo gum and his smile!
before i go to the next two characters that i associate myself with, i would also like to comment on the household parents of the block. the fathers here have different personalities, but their identities as providers of the house defined the way they act. they keep a tough act and may be distant to their children, but the love is there even though they don't really know much about the household.
and the mothers, oh dear, the mothers. my mom is not a working entity, but i've seen her struggle through the years. i think her burdens are even heavier than that of my dad's. the way this kdrama portrayed the stories of the mothers touched my heart so much that i couldn't stop my tears. never underestimate a woman's strength, i tell you.
from these figures, i learned so much about adulting and marriage. our parents miss their parents, too. our parents would always worry about us, no matter how old we are. our parents are trying to keep everything together, so they put up a tough front. our parents' wishes are devoted to their children. our parents just want the best life for us. not only us are growing old, but our parents, too. our parents want our attention, too. our parents do not have the perfect marriage, but they would do anything for their children. our parents love us deeply.
okay, here goes my reflection in the kdrama — sun woo and sung bora. initially, i was planning to write an entry only about bora, but i realized that i am in many ways alike to sun woo as well. both characters are the eldest children of the family and they face a lot of pressure in their respective families. both characters sacrificed their dreams because they are limited to what their families can afford. sung bora took math education despite her dreams as a prosecutor. sun woo took medicine because that was what his mom wanted. as for me, i chose a course that would promise a stable salary. i dreamed to work in the field of science or writing, but both paths have unstable pays in this country. i do not come from a well-off family, so i have to set my dreams aside.
bora and i do not share the same personality. hers was aggressive and frank, mine was the opposite. even so, i found a piece of my soul in her character because she was steadfast in her goals and was very understanding of her family's situation. she was the cream of the crop in the siblings, the only one who became a student in the premier university, the talk of the neighborhood. she had strong political stances that made her own parents almost disown her, but she was never sorry for it. when it comes to little things, bora had so much privacy over her things that she would get mad at the slightest unauthorized touch of it. oh dear, if that wasn't me.
sun woo, on the other hand, was nearing my male counterpart. he cares so much about his mom and his sister that he hated the thought of the former working. he was the model student, the one with the straight a's, and the one who acts professionally even with the internal turmoil of emotions. he never opposed his mother's wishes and he loved his sister dearly. he would always hold his feelings in, but gets weak in the arms of a loved one. based on his upbringing and firm values, you would also see how he respects women. i love it.
these two never worked out at first because they prioritized their dreams above romance, but i'm so, so happy that they got together in the end.
reply 1988 was perhaps one of the best slice of life shows that i've ever seen. i wish i had watched this when i was younger, because it would teach you so much about family, love, dreams, friendship, and growing up. the pacing would feel kind of slow because of its movie-length episodes, but i swear it was worth it.
to the youth that i was, thank you for building the youth that i am.
to the youth that i am, enjoy the uncertainty and strive to be a better version of yourself.
to the youth that will be, may you never lose the spark inside your heart no matter how old you are.
i will hear your reply in time.
most ardently,
grace
#reply 1988#journal entries#text#kdrama#korean#slice of life#deok sun#jung hwan#sun woo#dong ryong#sung bora#choi taek
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Catfish
☁ Summary: Tomura is hopeless when it comes to relationships, and soon that’s all subject to change. With the power of Tinder, Touya and one oblivious chick on his side, who knows what can happen.
A/N: omgggg, i’ve lurked on my priv for the past year and finally decided to stop being a narc and post something. i haven’t written in forever and it shows lmao, but uh yeah pls give me feedback if you’d like. (also idk if this has been. done before, but sorryyy if it has)
☁ Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!Reader
☁ Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, manipulation, dumbfication (if you squint), slapping, yandere, catfishing
"Fuck I'm horny."
Tomura groaned into his pillow, conflicted with whether he should be agitated or turned on. Due to his third nap of the day being interrupted by the excessive lewd noises coming from the shared living room. Tomura's roommate, Touya, had no real understanding of boundaries and was often more bothersome than helpful. Still, without his portion of the rent, he'd be on the streets struggling to find an apartment within his meager budget.
"Keep fucking me, Touya-san!" The plea echoed through the thin walls of the shoddy apartment. At least someone was getting laid. The last time Tomura had gotten lucky was at an impromptu Halloween party thrown by Touya at the apartment.
He went as Jason Vorhees using a dingy hockey mask he found in Touya's closet. The poor girl in question, who came dressed as an angel, was drunk out of her mind. She clung to Tomura's scrawny body incoherently, slurring about "How hot it would be to fuck a murderer." The fling hadn't lasted long before the young lady in question toppled over the side of his bed and hurled her entire cup of jungle juice onto the floor. Poor Tomura had to spend his night nursing her head over the toilet. Making a mental note to tell Touya that he couldn't invite any freshmen to their parties ever again.
Tomura ended up seeing her again in passing on campus, giving a small smile as she walked by. Only to be met with an eye roll as she turned to walk in the opposite direction. Fucking bitch... Other than that, Tomura had found himself too busy writing code, playing video games, and browsing Reddit to dedicate any time to dating. The polar opposite of his roomie Touya-san, a communications major whose schedule consisted of dating? If you considered fucking the same chick for a week before ghosting her dating, sleeping, and eating and drinking Tomura out of a house and home.
"You ready for my load? You're my little cum dump, right? Say you're my cum du-"
Speaking of fucking, Tomura's hard-on was starting to hurt, and what better way to relieve himself than to beat off to the action in the adjacent room.
He started to palm himself over his sweats, erection already beginning to poke through. Figuring that he's teased himself enough, he lowered his boxers, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach, throbbing and angry. He slowly stroked himself, gathering the pre-cum spouting from the tip, and used it to lube the rest of his cock.
"Pleaseee fuck! I'm your little cum dump! I swear Touya!"
Tomura started to stroke his cock faster, leaving a squelching noise with each stroke. He was barely managing to suppress his moans. Knowing how Touya wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he got caught fucking his hand to the sounds of their subtle lovemaking.
"Fuckfuckfuck... I'm cumming!" Touya grunted, giving out after his final stroke.
Tomura followed suit, flicking his wrist with each stroke. As his orgasm finally took hold of him, biting into his shirt to stifle his moan as he came all over his fist.
"Are you fucking serious, Touya?"
"What?"
"I didn't get to cum?"
"Um… I'm sure you can take care of that when you get home."
"You're such a piece of sh-"
Tomura tuned out the rest of his roommate's performance. Really hoping he'd wrap it up cause he really needed to take a piss and couldn't make it to the bathroom without passing through the living room.
After hearing a respectable amount of silence, he figured it was safe to leave the room. Of course, he was wrong; he was met with a staredown between Touya and a petite blonde woman.
"I'm sure your roommate Tenko wouldn't leave a lady hanging like that."
"It's Tomura," he muttered.
"Same fucking thing, my point still stands," The mystery woman huffed. There was a pregnant pause before Touya doubled over in laughter, clutching his chest.
"You think this cuck knows how to take care of a lady? Yeah, it's time to go, Tara."
"It's Toga, you shit stai-"her statement was abruptly interrupted, the door slamming in her face. Touya's back slid down against the door as he sat facing Tomura.
"Chicks? Am I right?" Touya sighed, peering over at Tomura, who had just left the bathroom. "Speaking of chicks, when's the last time you had sex, Shiggy?"
"It's been... a while." Tomura shrugged, not wanting to indulge his roommate with the details of his sex life.
"Well, we can't have that, can we? Let's make you a Tinder." Touya proudly announced, excited at the prospect of playing matchmaker for his roommate. Tomura reluctantly gave in, knowing once Touya was set on something, it was bound to happen one way or another.
Two blunts later, Tomura and Touya were strewn over the couch, mulling over his profile's final details. It consisted of three pics, one from the Halloween party, another from their most recent function. The last pic is a selfie of him in a black hoodie with sunglasses on. The icing on top is the bio that unironically stated, "Freak in the sheets, gamer in the streets."
"You're gonna be a real pussy magnet shiggy. Just wait, you'll have to fight the chicks off with a stick after they see this." Touya chuckled as he took another puff of the blunt.
"Go to hell and stop hogging; you didn't put shit in on this anyways," Tomura muttered as he snatched the blunt away to take a pull. Maybe he would find some success, he entertained the concept of having a consistent fuck buddy, but sometimes he was lonely and just wanted someone to lay up with. He wanted to be optimistic about something for once, taking his final pull and ashing the blunt out. The smoky haze and intoxicating scent lulling him to sleep.
Fuck optimism, Tomura thought. It had been three days with zero matches or messages, and he was starting to think there had to be a glitch in the system. The only time he had seen a match is when he accidentally swiped on Midnight's profile, a famous Only fans content creator who specialized in BDSM. The same Midnight that he happened to be a top donor for and occasionally bought panties from, but that's beside the point. The profile was poorly made with blurry, uncropped pics taken straight from her social media profiles. The lack of detail and legitimacy was apparent. Tomura felt terrible for the poor soul who probably fell for it, but it made him think…
Why not see how different the response would be if he ran a profile under someone else's guise. Someone more attractive, someone more affluent, and someone more famous. This was simply a social experiment; no harm would come from it of course. He would simply ghost anyone who wanted to meet, keeping all interactions virtual. Now who could he possibly pretend to be. without getting caught. Tomura's eyes finally settled on an Axe ad playing on tv featuring male model Keigo Takami. Mr. tall, blonde, and handsome would definitely attract the feminine masses.
Ding ding ding, it was like a bell went off in his head; he had found his new look. He started to scour the internet for any pictures of Hawks that weren't already posted to his socials and be sure to crop any evidence out. A few hours later, Tomura gazed over his final product. He thought it seemed too good to be true; he was sure that anyone with a working brain would know the profile was clearly a catfish. It was too clean, too pristine, and too perfect, but Tomura was tired of the profile's nit-picking details and saved his last changes. It was starting to get dark, and he had to begin his Comp Sci homework soon so he'd have time to play zombies on Call of Duty later.
Tomura woke to a multitude of buzzes notifying him of the several hundred matches he'd accumulated overnight on his Hawks profile. Apparently, no one had a working brain within the 15-mile radius. The messages were filled with tons of chicks he had seen on campus or in class. He even recognized the one from the Halloween party. He spent his morning smoke break, siphoning through the various contenders.
Too tall.
Too blonde.
Too ugly.
Until...
He finally stopped scrolling when he reached your profile; he had seen you before in his Major classes. You were a somewhat modest girl, always working to be an overachiever and teacher's pet. You hadn't spoken to him before, only forcing a smile when Tomura was caught staring at you in class. You were talented, beautiful, quiet, and you hadn't encountered Touya yet. You were everything he had wanted, and more. He started to type a message awaiting your response.
Keigo: "What's keeping you up this late, love ;)"
Tomura thought to keep it casual enough to fit his suave persona.
Y/N: "lol, just sum late night studying keeping me up."
Y/N: "won't lie im very nervous to texting you rn, i'm a big fan
Keigo: "it's gud knowing i have fans as cute as you ;p"
The conversation seemed to flow from there between you two, texting for almost two weeks strong. Tomura had learned so much about you in a short time, your favorite foods, your favorite color, favorite music, and your dislikes as well. Touya often came by his room to check in on Operation: Get Shiggy Some Pussy, only to be met with a "Fuck off," and yet another door slammed in his face.
You gushed over how lucky you were to be texting the one and only Keigo Takami. Of course, you were skeptical at first, but what kind of fucked up person would take the time to pretend to be another person? The conversation between you two was great and always kept you on your toes. Still, sometimes days would pass before you received a response; you chalked it to the fact that he was always busy as a celebrity and didn't always have time to respond to you.
You were currently lying in bed and unable to fall asleep; you peered at your phone to see that it was 2:05 am. You let out a sigh, preparing to stare at your ceiling until you finally fell asleep, only to be interrupted by a chime from your phone. It was a message from Keigo.
Keigo: you up? ;(
You instantly typed a response, scared that you had done something wrong.
Y/N: yup, what's wrong…?
Keigo: i'm so fucking hard rn baby ;(((
Oh shit, you hadn't prepared yourself for that response; maybe he injured himself at work or-
Keigo: you still there babe? send a pic ;p
You definitely hadn't prepared for that, but who were you to deny him. Keigo could've asked anyone else in the world, but he asked you. Not wanting to leave him waiting, you quickly shucked your shirt off and used your arm to push up your breasts, giving an illusion of the perfect push up bra. You promptly took several pics, taking the time to edit and select the ideal filters to complement your skin tone.
Y/N: 1 image sent
A bubble indicating him typing popped up instantly
Keigo: 3 images sent
Keigo: fuckkkk babe, ur such a tease
You opened the pics, feeling your panties dampen slightly. It was a cock, well Keigo's cock, fat and engorged, leaking pre-cum against his toned belly. He was mostly well-groomed, but a prominent white tuft of hair appears in the picture, making you wonder if Keigo was actually a natural blonde.
Keigo: 1 video sent
let me see that pretty pussy baby,
It was a video of Keigo languidly stroking his cock, how romantic. It was only right for a gorgeous man like Keigo to have a pretty cock to match. What he lacked in girth was definitely made up for in length, complemented with a slight curve that could definitely reach that itch that none of your toys could scratch. By now, you had ditched your panties and started to slowly start to fuck yourself open with one finger at a time. You started recording and angled the phone against your pillow, trying to capture you desperately fucking yourself on your fingers, letting out a small whimper with each thrust.
Y/N: 1 video sent
You began to fuck yourself vigorously, dragging the accumulated slick over your clit with slow, circular strokes. You felt your orgasm on the brink, growing more restless and desperate, humping reverently at your fingers, whimpering desperately; you were so close...There was a sudden surge of fluid from your core, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth as you kept carefully fucked yourself through your climax. The post-orgasm bliss lulling you to sleep, your eyes had finally fluttered shut, only to be awakened by another chime.
Keigo: 1 image sent
look @ all that cum baby, its all for you ;)
Y/N: when can we meet? my fingers can only work for so long :p
Read: 2:53 am
Aw man, maybe he fell asleep. You were definitely fighting sleep at this point as well, finally closing your eyes, satisfied for the night.
Tomura struggled to catch his breath, reaching for his discarded shirt to wipe the sticky cum off of his stomach. That was the third time this month you'd ask about a meeting, and it was frankly starting to piss him off. He'd have to come up with something fast if he wanted to keep you around. Even though he didn't have much of a moral compass left in his body, the feeling of guilt was hard to ignore. You didn't deserve to be roped into his fucked up social experiment…
A yawn interrupted Tomura's guilty thoughts. He could continue to feel guilty when he wakes up tomorrow.
The following week your prayers had been answered, Keigo finally agreed to meet! It had been such a bittersweet feeling. What if he thought you looked nothing like your profile pictures? Would he reject you and run the other way, screaming? You tried to push your doubtful feelings down by distracting yourself with running errands. Finding the perfect outfit to wear, getting every inch of your body waxed, and picking up a lacy red lingerie set.
Upon getting back to your apartment, you found a red bouquet of roses on the doormat. They were clearly store-bought and not of excellent quality… but it's the thought that counts!
Lots of celebrities were frugal, and of course, Keigo was no different. After further inspection, a small white card with an address and time. You searched the address finding a mid-grade hotel on the outskirts of the city. Keigo was definitely a (cheap) frugal man dedicated to his discretion. Soon realizing that the time on the card was approaching, you quickly ran to shower and primp yourself for the evening. Not even thinking to question how he found your address in the first place...
You had finally arrived at the sketchy hotel, noting that there were little to no cars in the parking lot and noting that none of them looked like they belonged to Keigo. You wandered through the lobby until you finally reached the elevator, tapping the button for the 5th floor. You tried to shake off your pre-meeting jitters, you already knew everything would be fine, but you couldn't shake the feeling of something wrong...
Those intrusive thoughts were soon interrupted by the chime that indicated you had reached your floor. You took a deep breath as you stepped off the elevator, pacing yourself as you walked to your destination.
Room 555
How fitting, you thought. Your knuckles rasped against the door several times.
"Come in." A voice sounded through the door.
You peeked your head around the door before taking a step in the room, not being able to locate the owner of the voice. You gasped after taking the appearance of the room. The room had rose petals haphazardly strewn across the floor. Candles flickered on the dresser, a bubble bath was run in the bathroom, and to top it off, a too cheap bottle of champagne on ice.
There was clearly an effort made, which made your heart swoon, hoping to put a real face to the man you've been speaking to for the past few months, you said out into the empty room.
"Keigo, I like what you've done with the place. You can come out now," you giggled.
"I'm glad you got the flowers," a raspy voice responded.
.......Huh?
Your joy instantly crushed, having heard Keigo's voice multiple times in the interviews you've seen, it sounded nothing like that. Unless he'd suddenly started chain-smoking within the past few months. A loud alarm started going off in your head. It was definitely time to go.
You twirled on your heels and reached for the doorknob, only to be stopped by a hand gripping your upper arm.
"Leaving so soon? The bathwater is still warm…" The mystery voice informed.
"Oh… I think I have the wrong room, so sorry about that." You squeaked, attempting to reach the door again only to be dragged into a bony chest.
Your chin was tilted, forcing you to meet eyes with "Keigo." Who was actually a porcelain-skinned tower of a man with shaggy white hair that had an oddly familiar look to him?
"Let me go! You're not Keigo!" You screamed, hoping to alert any other guests on the floor.
"Fucking took you long enough. I thought you were smarter than those other bitches on campus. Tomura balked, struggling to keep you still in his grasp.
Campus. That's where you recognized the face and voice of your captor, you were both in the same Comp Sci class, and you'd often caught him staring as you worked, chalking it up to you having something on your face or in your teeth. The realization caused tears to spurt from your eyes.
"Poor baby, didn't mommy and daddy teach you to not speak to strangers on the internet?"
"I-I thought y-you were K-Keigo," you gasped, struggling to control your sobs.
"Well, I'm not. Get over it." Tomura slurred, placing sloppy kisses over your collar bone, slowly backing you towards the bed.
You couldn't bring yourself to move or fight anymore, body stiff with fear. Your sobs increase in volume after feeling your legs make contact with the edge of the bed. You didn't know this man from a can of paint, and here he is about to assault you.
"Stop crying before I leak those sexy little videos you shared with "Keigo." Imagine if everyone in the class knew how much of an easy slut you are?" Tomura hissed, shoving you unto the stiff mattress, springs squeaking as you bounced.
You cradled your mouth, struggling to stifle your sobs. Why hadn't you recognized the signs sooner? You spent so much time looking at the situation through rose-colored lenses that you had utterly neglected your safety. But it wasn't the time to feign sympathy for yourself. You needed to take action, and soon—the shaggy haired stranger dragging your motionless body towards the end of the headboard.
"Wait!" You gasped, hoping that you could possibly reason with your captor.
"What's your name?
This was your final chance to escape. You suddenly kicked forward, aiming for his face, failing miserably as it was blocked. Both legs were then shoved into a mating press, granting Tomura the space to press himself even closer to you.
A groan left Tomura's mouth, frotting against your clothed mound, smothering your neck with sloppy saliva drenched kisses. You cowered at the feeling, curling away from his advances. The dry humping continued until a final groan of desperation was released. He was too grown for this shit and didn't feel like going home with stained boxers when your sweet heat was right in front of him.
The red bodycon dress you decided on was shredded down the middle, leaving you in your lingerie set. You added that to the list of things you were already regretting, moving to cover yourself the best you could. Your efforts to preserve the crumb of modesty you had left were futile, both hands knocked out of the way.
"You don't have to hide princess, I think Christmas came early.” “You're wrapped so pretty, baby." He chuckled, moving to fondle your breasts. Taking the time to pinch and pull at both nipples, drawing small hesitant gasps.
"I'll play with these more later. You don't know how long I've waited to play with that cute little pussy in person." You felt your panties tugged to the side, embarrassed with the amount of arousal accumulated below. The feeling was soon replaced with horror after feeling the tip of his cock dragged between your slit.
Tomura used the residual slick to grease his cock, bypassing the need to stretch you out. He pressed forward, forcing himself inside, pausing to catch his breath. Damn... it's been a long time.
You yelped in pain, closing your eyes in hopes of blocking out the situation at hand. You felt him start to pick up his pace, causing small tinges of pain to course through your body.
"Mmmm, open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you." He gasped, realizing you hadn't complied yet, he landed a firm slap on your cheek. "Not only are you dumb, but you're also deaf too… open. SMACK your. SMACK fucking. SMACK eyes."
Your eyes shot open, brimming with tears, finding yourself face to face with your captor. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, dainty white lashes framing the lids, traces of dry patches on his face. He wasn't ugly. You'd honestly give him a chance if he asked you out like a decent human being.
His pace had gained traction, hips crashing against yours. You found yourself slowly succumbing to the pleasure, discreetly fucking yourself against him. You wanted to protest and resist against him, but with your inhibitions lowered, you found it hard to comply. Each thrust pulling you further into the abyss that was your impending orgasm. Your lust-filled thoughts being interrupted by the stranger's incoherent mumbling.
"Tomura."
"Huh?" you whimpered, not fully understanding what he said.
"My name is Tomura."
"Okay and mine i-"
"Shut up and say my name." Tomura's thrusts were sporadic, signaling his impending climax. "Beg me to cum…... please."
You barely registered the final demand, not recognizing the soft tone of his voice.
"T-tomura, p-please let me cum!" you begged, right on edge needing something, anything to push you over.
Two nimble, callused fingers drew delicate circles over your clit, forcing you to writhe and sob as your orgasm coursed through your body. The feeling that followed was one of warmth as Tomura came, slowing his thrusts until he collapsed, encasing you in his arms.
Your eyes fluttered shut with your post-orgasm haze lulling you to sleep until a wet, sticky substance trickled along your inner thigh...
What the fuck....
You nearly launched yourself from the bed, fighting to separate yourself from your captor's arms.
"What is wrong with you?"
"You didn't use a condom," you wailed, tears perched at the corner of your eyes. You didn't have the time for a child, you were doing great in classes, your parents would reject you, you'd be stuck playing house with some stranger and-
"Stop muttering. You're fucking up my nap. I'll buy a Plan B when I wake up." Tomura mumbled into the pillow, dragging you back into his chest.
You continued to fight his grasp, pausing after feeling a firm pinch to your side. Fighting was futile at this point, and you couldn't fully assess the situation until you had some decent sleep.
Closing your eyes for a few seconds wouldn't hurt…right?
#bnha x reader#yandere bnha#bnha smut#shiggy x reader#tomura shigaraki x reader#tomura x reader#mha x reader#mha imagines#mha x y/n#tw: noncon#tw: manipulation#tw: slapping#tw: dumbification
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I finished World’s End Club
The hardest thing about completing a Kodaka or Uchikoshi game is always that bereft feeling; the knowledge in my heart that there’s nothing out there that will fulfill me as much as these guys’ stories do, and now I’m fresh out of their stuff once more. Y’know? It’s like “Well shit, now I have to settle for something lesser.”
Anyway. I finished World’s End Club. The whole thing took about 16 hours (according to the in-game clock on my save file), and I’m currently redoing a couple of stages for stickers that I missed. I doubt that’ll last me more than another hour, though, so I should be 100% finished at 17 hours. Granted, that’s with me bypassing the first hour because I’d already completed it in the demo... so that makes it around 18 hours long in total. Much shorter than the average Uchikoshi or Kodaka work, clearly!
And man, they sure do pack a lot of twists and turns into those 18-or-so hours. Admittedly, there is time to slow down and talk to the characters to learn more about their backstories or what they’re thinking (typically during “Camp” scenes). But the other two types of scenes — “Story” and “Act” scenes — are chock-full of new reveals or weird plot developments up until like, hour 15. It’s all of the usual twistiness of an Uchikoshi story compacted into a shorter timeframe.
In addition to this being shorter than Uchikoshi’s or Kodaka’s most notable prior games, it’s also much lighter. Despite somewhat dark themes cropping up at a few points, this is a far kinder and more uplifting game than Zero Escape or Danganronpa ever were. I mean, hey, it’s about a group of 12-year-olds, so it almost necessitates that lighter tone.
I’ve mentioned this before, but I love the core cast of kids. Sure, there are a few of them who remained thin enough that I never got very attached to them, but I mean, it’s a pretty big cast. Most of the storytelling time is spent on the central plot, so I understand the shorthand of using some stereotypes in there. Some of them do get mined for depth. If there’s one problem with them, it’s that they’re too young for me to feel comfortable shipping any of them. :P They’re BABIES!
The bottom line here is that I loved the latest Uchikoshi-penned ride. I will remain in the tank for his works for a long time to come. But now, In order to actually list and go off on some of my (relatively few) gripes with the game, I have to get into Spoiler Mode.
MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!
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Look; I didn’t love all of the twists thrown at us. I can come up with workarounds for some of the ones that bugged me, but let me go off on which twists most irritated me and why, okay?
First off, the reveal that all of the strange monsters and creatures were just “illusions” doesn’t make any sense. If they were just illusions, there’d be no physicality to them. So there’d be no way that a giant pillbug could abduct Pai, or that some Yetis could run off with Pochi or Yuki. So they’re very obviously NOT just illusions. Hell, while we’re at it, maybe we should inquire as to how we got “Game Over”’d by a bunch of things that weren’t there. Some of the available deaths are even specific to the exact form of the monsters we see, like if Reycho gets snapped up and chewed up by one of the large flytraps in Kagoshima. You’re telling me an illusion did that?! Maybe they’re some of MAIK’s robots that are projecting illusions around themselves or something? That seems like the best way to accept this. It keeps the basic spirit of what MAIK said to be true while also justifying how it could operate. And yet..... the game even goes so far as to claim that Pielope’s transformations are just illusions. For some, that makes sense, but we clearly physically interact with at least one of those transformations — the kids actually grab onto the Train Pielope and hold onto numerous individual parts of his transformation while riding the train. So again: That CAN’T be an illusion if you can grab onto all the parts of it. So... what gives? If Pielope never physically transforms, then how’d they grab all the pieces of her transformation like that?
The twist with Reycho doesn’t quite work logically, either. For starters, if you go back and read his “inner monologue” dialogue from the game, there are numerous instances where the dialogue doesn’t seem to fit with it being the thoughts of the “Otherworlder” OR Pochi, the two parties supposedly controlling him. The thoughts in question only work if Recyho was somehow thinking for himself already, so I guess we have to fanwank it and just assume that his “self-awareness” was starting to come through early? (I didn’t care for the reveal that Pochi was controlling Reycho either, because it has this whole tone of “You were controlling someone who never mattered because they were just being controlled by somebody else who wasn’t even the player character, ha-ha!” But the later twist that the “Otherworlder” was actually controlling Reycho made it better for me, so I’ll let it slide.)
The other thing that didn’t work for me is the reveal that Pochi is a robot. Even events that come AFTER this reveal are made more problematic as a result of it. First off, it makes it confusing as to how/why certain “X-Type” robots exist. I guess MAIK created the X-Type robots? Because he somehow reached the ability to communicate with another world? If so, where are the other X-Types? We know there have to be some others if Niyan and his gang are already familiar with the whole concept. What was their purpose? Did MAIK also program his own robots to have emotions? Because Pochi is clearly very emotional. Even though MAIK hates emotions... ? Perhaps this game isn’t meant to answer everything, and they’re setting up for some kind of sequel. I find that pretty unlikely, but I can’t say it’s impossible. However, the big reason I don’t like the Pochi Robot reveal isn’t really the logic problems with it. It’s that they knew we’d like Pochi because he’s an introverted gamer, but then the reveal of his true nature takes all that away. He was never a gamer at all. He wasn’t even all that shy. He was just keeping to himself to hide his true nature... and his “gaming” was just him controlling Reycho. So the things that your players were most likely to dig about him are utterly erased. So in the end, who is Pochi? He’s a compassionate, heroic, self-sacrificing protagonist. Which makes him a lot more generic.
A closing thought: If, by some miracle, this game ever gets a follow-up sequel or spinoff, I see a lot of potential in how they could mix and match the various characters’ abilities. I understand that the platforming isn’t really the point of the game, and that’s why it feels undercooked... but that also makes it the area that could most easily be improved upon. I was initially excited for the chance to be able to swap between characters so that I could have Mowchan turn into iron, then Reycho would throw him onto a ledge. Or maybe Pai could block an attacking enemy while Tattsun shoots it! Alas, this is a simpler game than that. And while I am ok with that, if they ever take another shot at it, it doesn’t have to be this straightforward and simple. They can have more fun with the platforming side. Let’s go ahead and mix and match our powers!
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Title : The Hope Inside of You
Author : @behindtherobinsmask
For : @sorrelartz
Prompt : There was only one bed
Warning/Rating : None
Author’s Note : A/N
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” Hinata muttered staring at the literal short stick in his hand.
Being the great friends that they were, in the face of Hinata’s misery, Soda and the others high-fived one another, praising Lady Luck who had been kind enough to smile down on them. When it came to Hinata, on the other hand, Lady
Luck ignored him like a middle child she couldn’t be bothered with anymore. But maybe that was the price he had to pay for being admitted to Hope’s Peak Academy.
“Sorry man. But think about it this way, it can’t get worse than this, yeah?” Soda said, trying to look sympathetic but he found it difficult to contain his glee.
That was when Fuyuhiko intervened, shaking his head at Soda’s attempt to cheer up Hinata. “Hate to break it to ya but it can get worse,” he said, tilting his head towards one member of the group who had been strangely silent since the beginning of the trip.
Holding the other short stick, with his silver hair set wild, stood the luckiest man in Hinata’s class, Nagito.
“Guess we’re going to be roommates, Hinata.” Nagito smiled but the smile did not reach his eyes.
Feeling Nagito’s unsettling gaze on him, Hinata raised his hand and smacked Soda’s head, knowing that the damn mechanic had jinxed him.
Things were definitely about to get worse.
As a child, Hinata had grown up hearing all about Hope’s Peak Academy and the amazing students that studied there. Wanting to be better than who he was, desperate to embody the very essence of hope within his body, Hinata worked hard each day to find his talent, the one thing that no one could take away from him. But every challenge, every test left him as the loser, someone always surpassing him one way or another. As days to turned to years, Hinata had to accept that he was normal after all.
He never gave up on Hope’s Peak though.
And maybe moved by his persistence (or pitying his situation) Lady Luck finally gave Hinata the opportunity he had been looking for. Hope’s Peak would be starting a college that would be open to the general public. The cream of the crop would be accepted and given the opportunity to study side by side with the embodiments of hope.
Seeing how things had always worked out for him, Hinata wasn’t hopeful but one day, the mail arrived and he was on his way to Hope’s Peak, ready to create a new future for himself. Of course, there was a lot he expected before the school year started, bullying and alienation. But his expectations were shattered as his classmates accepted him without question.
Well, all except one: Komaeda Nagito.
In the beginning, Hinata had tried his best to connect with Nagito, being successful more than once. But as the new day arrived, Nagito reverted back to his old behavior, looking down at Hinata and reminding him that he didn’t deserve to be a part of Hope’s Peak.
Soon, Hinata came to accept that Nagito ran hot and cold. Unfortunately, there was no way to know predict how he’d react.
So, as he opened the door to the room that he would be sharing with Nagito, Hinata had already said goodbye to his vacation.
With summer holidays around the corner, Hinata and his classmates had decided to go on a trip together. Unfortunately, there had been a mix-up with the reservations and now Hinata and Nagito were forced to share a room that only had one bed.
One bed. Hinata stuck with a man who hated him. What could possibly go wrong?
“Well, uh…” Hinata muttered staring at the bed. “I guess we could ask them for extra bedding and I can sleep on the floor for tonight?”
Bracing himself mentally, Hinata waited for a lecture about how he made the right choice despite being a nobody. But that never came. Instead, Nagito hummed before shuffling to the bed, falling on it headfirst.
Then he did something Hinata never expected.
“Why don’t we just share? The bed is big enough for both of us.” Nagito smiled.
And even though he didn’t want to admit it, just like all the other times Nagito had genuinely smiled at him, Hinata was blushing yet again.
When he had settled in for the night, Hinata had been feeling good about the day. Despite the mess up with the reservations, everything had worked out smoothly. Even Nagito had been on his best behavior.
He smiled at Hinata, made small talk and though Hinata knew he was reading too much into it, Nagito was touching him more than usual. He would brush his hand against Hinata’s, lean his head on his shoulder and leaned in close enough that all Hinata had to do was look up to kiss him.
That kind of behavior made Hinata’s heart race because he had to admit, despite his occasionally shitty attitude, Nagito was one good looking man, enough to make anyone stop and stare.
And Hinata found himself staring at Nagito. A lot.
He had also been caught doing that by his classmates more than once, though Nagito remained oblivious to Hinata’s obvious feelings for him. The silver-haired male had always been too lost in his self-hatred to notice the love that was always waiting for him, waiting to be noticed, waiting to be accepted.
So now, here Hinata was, with his obvious crush, pretending to sleep as the object of his affection burned holes into his back, staring so intently that Hinata was scared to even move a muscle. Either Nagito had something to say to Hinata or he was plotting his murder. In Hinata’s mind, there simply was no in-between.
Just as Hinata steeled himself for a sudden attack, feeling the bed shift underneath him, suddenly, Nagito’s head was pressed against his, air brushing against his skin as the silver-haired male sighed.
“It really is strange Hinata,” Nagito muttered, his voice almost sad. “I’ve been looking for hope my whole life but I just… I can’t seem to find it.”
Hinata wondered if Nagito knew that he was awake. Or maybe, he had been staring all this while to ensure that Hinata was asleep. Because it wouldn’t matter how close they are, the secrets and thoughts that Nagito kept close to his heart, he’d never let the world know about them. Once or twice he had slipped up in front of Hinata, always labeling his words as a lie. But over time, Hinata knew better.
“Maybe I was wrong.” Nagito laughed. “Maybe it’s time to stop running away from the truth. It’s time to stop running away from you.”
And with those words, Nagito pressed a kiss against the nape of Hinata’s neck, moving away once he was done. He promptly fell asleep after that while Hinata stayed awake, chaos in his head, chaos in his heart.
Hinata felt like he was losing his mind, sitting under the sun, drifting in and out of sleep, reflections of Nagito from the night enough to wake him up.
Right now, with the sky clear and a cool breeze moving through, the whole group had descended down to the beach to enjoy themselves. From fancy (over the top for some) swimsuits to beachballs and watermelons, everything had been prepared and what was supposed to be a fun day had somehow turned into Hinata’s personal hell. He was confused, sleep-deprived and maybe a little scared. Scared of the feelings he had. Scared of the words Nagito had said. Scared of what he could say. And most importantly, scared that Nagito didn’t mean what Hinata wanted him to mean.
With his head hanging low, after making an excuse of feeling sick, Hinata was curled up under a tree, his mind racing, trying to push down his emotions and shut down his heart. But nothing seemed to work. Every time he tried to get Nagito out of his head, all he could remember were his words and the feeling of his lips against his skin.
“Hinata. Hinata. Hina–”
A hand grabbed Hinata’s shoulder. “Hinata!”
Eyes snapping open, startled, Hinata looked up to find the very man he so desperately wanted to escape for just a second. But as his blurry vision cleared, the sun’s light fading away, Nagito’s silhouette turned into Chiaki’s, a silver halo around her brown hair.
“Are you okay?” she asked, shoving her gameboy into her pocket as she sat down next to him.
“Sorry,” Hinata apologized with a sigh. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Hmm. Did something happen with Nagito?” Chiaki asked. If Hinata wanted to lie, he could. But there wasn’t any point.
Chiaki knew how he felt about Nagito, even before Hinata had realized it himself.
“He’s acting… strange,” Hinata admitted, leaning his head against the tree trunk, eyes staring up at the clear blue sky.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. He said something last night and I’ve been on the edge ever since. It’s probably nothing and he probably doesn’t even remember.”
“But you can’t stop thinking about it?”
Hinata grimaced. “Pretty much.”
“You’re really scared of Nagito finding out how you feel, aren’t you?” Chiaki asked, her gaze drifting to her friends who were playing volleyball now. “If he knows, he could reject you. If he doesn’t, at least that way you’ll have some kind of relationship.”
Hinata didn’t say anything to that, knowing that there was no point in denying her words. Especially when she was so on point.
“Whether Nagito likes you or not, you won’t know until you tell him. And by holding onto these feelings, all you do is hurt yourself over and over, unable to move on,” Chiaki said with a tilt of her head. “Anyway, I think you’re scared for nothing. Nagito sees you more than you think.”
“You’re supposed to be the Ultimate Gamer, not Ultimate Therapist,” Hinata scoffed while on the inside his heart raced.
Chiaki smirked. “I’ve lived many a lives and gathered much wisdom, my friend.” Then she pulled out her Gameboy. “Now, let’s see if you can beat me in this game or not.”
As the sun set on a day filled with nothing but confusion and overthinking, Hinata watched as purple spread across the sky and the blue ocean lit up in flames. The sun in the water, the moon in the sky, two worlds colliding.
“Have you heard the story about the sun and moon being lovers?”
Looking back, Hinata stared at Nagito, waiting for him to continue. Now, after his conversation with Chiaki, the advice and much-needed distraction that she gave, Hinata no longer wanted to runaway at the sight of Nagito. If the silver-haired man had something to say, Hinata would hear him out, even if it did hurt at the end.
“Two stars in love, the sun, and the moon once existed in the sky together, breathing side by side. The sun shone bright, his light blinding and in comparison to him, the moon never had her chance to shine, her luminescent glow never enough to catch anyone’s eye. If the sun wished it, he could give the moon her chance to be the center of the sky but too lost in his own light, his expectations and desires, he never noticed how she was slowly fading away, still by his side but so distance,” Nagito said, staring up at the moon that was slowly emerging into sight.
“Then one day, the moon made a wish, a small wish but a selfish wish. She wished to shine, for one night. Somewhere, a distant god heard a cry and granted her wish, but that fulfillment came with a price, separating the two lovers. With the earth coming into existence, the sun could shine only during the day while the night was the moon’s domain, giving her a place in a world that didn’t seem to need her. But now, even though the moon shines every night, she can never be with the sun, the two cursed to only catch glimpses on one another. Still, happy nonetheless.”
“Is that how the story really goes or is it how you think it should go?” Hinata asked once Nagito was done talking.
Nagito smiled at that. “Sometimes you fall in love with someone that you know can give you everything you want but it doesn’t work out. Sometimes, you need to let go of love to find something better for yourself.”
Fingers curling into fists, Hinata gulped nodded, afraid of the implication behind Nagito’s words. Whether they were a warning or not, Hinata couldn’t tell.
“Did you know that I was once in love with someone that reflected the hope that I had always been looking for?” Nagito suddenly asked, his eyes staring straight into Hinata’s.”
“No. I didn’t know that.” Hinata gulped.
“His name was Naegi and he was, still is, everything that I had envisioned hope to be,” Nagito said, a small smile on his lips, remembering his first love. “But then, as time passed, I realized a strange thing. Naegi was the hope I had been searching for but I wasn’t really in love with him. My feelings never evolved from admiration.”
Not that this was the time to mention it, but from what Hinata knew, Naegi was also in a relationship with one Byakuya Togami, someone that no one really wanted to mess with.
“I’m in love again, Hinata,” Nagito finally said and Hinata could feel his heart tremble in his chest, on the verge of breaking, waiting for the words that would end all of his hope.
Taking a step forward, closing the distance between them, Nagito cupped Hinata’s face, his fingers trembling. “I’m in love with the hope inside of you,” he whispered and Hinata took in a shaky breath because this couldn’t be true. There had to be something more, a ‘but’ or a punchline, something to pull him back to reality, to cut his wings before he soared to high. “I didn’t want to admit it at first. I wanted to run from it for as long as I could. But you were always there, in my head, in my heart.”
“If this is a joke,” Hinata growled under his breath. “If you tell me this is one of your lies.”
Nagito smiled. “I believe I should be the one who’s angry. After all, you, a reserve course student wormed your way into my heart,” he said but there was no trace of malice in his voice. “You forced me to think about you, made my eyes follow your every move until you were all that I wanted.”
“Sounds like a you problem to me.”
“Mmhmm,” Nagito giggled, leaning his head against Hinata’s. “You are the hope that I’ve been looking for all this while. I love you, Hinata.”
And as Nagito leaned in to kiss him, fireworks exploding in the air, in his mind, Hinata had to agree, Chiaki had been right all along.
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Off Script (3)
A/N: Haaaaiiii. Okay, sorry I have not been active on here.This chapter is really short but hopefully it would get better next chapter. So, this is the third chapter of the MBJ X OC series Off Script. I hope y’all enjoy it.
Warning: Super Short. Don’t judge me. I work management in retail and holiday season kicked my thick ass so yeah..
Disclaimer: I do not own rights to songs. Songs are from face claim’s own music.
Word Count: 2475
Today was the day that Candace was waiting for. The day everyone will know she was the new addition to Ryan Coogler’s new movie. She had to go to Comic Con to meet fans of Mortal Kombt with her old loved cast which made the whole thing less suspicious. She pulled out a sheer crop button down top with a pair of leather flare pants since she had to dress similar to her persona, Jade. She wore a long twenty four inch lace front with a part in the middle and tucked one side behind her ear. She showed of her right shoulder and stood in the mirror slipping into her heels. Her black bralette covered her chest nicely as always. She grabbed her backpack with water, a portable charger and her phone to make sure she was all covered. Geo walked up the steps in his usual get up and said “best friend, ready?”
“Yeah, my mom will be here taking care of the dogs since we gonna be all gone today.”
“That’s the plan. I’m real happy for you.”
“Thanks, G. Let’s get going. We needa beat traffic out there because muthafuckas don’t know how to drive.” They made their way down and Candace saw her parents on the couch. “Hey, y’all. I’m out. No parties while I’m gone, no boys, no drugs, alcoholic and no nonsense either.” Tanisha turned to her daughter and smiled. “Look at our baby, Tony. Just flourishing and what not.” Candace and Tanisha were like clones but just a huge age different. Tony turned to his women and laughed. Now, Tony could have past to be Terry Crews long lost brother due to his physique and bald head. She kissed her parents cheeks and said her goodbyes. They hopped into her cherry red 1949 Cadillac Series 62 Convertible Coupe with the top down, on their way to Comic Con. Candace asked for Geo to film like she did ever year. “Ok, guys. So today is Comic Con and the cast and I will have a real special announcement plus one for myself but y’all gotta wait for that. But let’s just say that I will be helping making history. I hope to see y’all there.” Geo made the camera pane to the sky as he cut the camera off. “Okay, now the filming crew will be there with us the whole time so you just gonna be guarding and what not”, she said to Geo and her nodded fixing his tie.
When they pulled up to the celebrity parking, she gave her key to valet as they both got out. “Alright, Terry just text me and told me they here already with Oliva and nem. We can get on the next elevator ride and meet them. After, we gotta meet with Ryan and talk about my entrance.” As she said that, Geo ran to the elevator door and held it open with his foot and left hand. “G, you are always so extra. I meant the next ride down beside it might be crowded”, she said with a laugh. When she finally made it over, she saw the cast of Black Panther II. She saw Ryan wink at her from the back as she stepped in. Lupita hugged her first before they began talking and then she turned to see Chadwick, Leticia and Danai smiling and waving with Michael standing to his Ryan’s left. “Y’all smell that? That’s that black magic”, said Leticia grinning and elbowing her on screen brother. Chadwick seemed happier since his lady Simone was no where around. Candy smiled as she laughed and said “I smell Oscars and then some.” Danai pointed to her and gave her a homegirl high five. Candy looked around and curiously asked “is Winnie not in the new movie?”
“No, he is. He is downstairs waiting for us. How come you’re here? Thought you were on vacation”, Lupita asked and Candy simply told them “well, Mortal Kombat is releasing a new project for the public. Well, I guess I can tell y’all. It’s a new video game with our faces in it. We basically are doing all the moves, voices and all. It’s pretty realistic. With me being a video gamer and anime fan, it was perfect to get involved in.” Chadwick dug his hands in the pockets of his black trousers and said “well, that sounds fun. I may have to come by the booth and check it out.”
“Please do. I would love that. Y’all can all come actually. If y’all like. Show some support, y’know?”
“I’m down”, Leticia said and so did the other except for Michael who just watched and nodded. Geo held his ear piece closed and spoke into it then to Candy. “Alright, baby girl. We arrive in five...” As he continued to countdown, Candace took a deep breath and smiled towards the door with her right leg out and hands on her hips. When the doors open, her camera crew was ready and her fans cheered her name behind the rope. She winked at her future cast and was off, doing her Jade model walk. She made it to her booth and began signing autographs. Ryan said that he would be ready at around 2:45pm and to wait by stage until he did the introduction; it was 12:39 pm, Chadwick came by around 1 pm and saw Candy. “Hey, there. Do you mind if I get a few autographs for my nephews. They’re fans of yours”, he asked handing them to her. She smiled and said “sure but I need yours for my god sons. Little boys been bugging me all week about it.” He knelt down as she signed the pictures and whispered. “Y’know, when I heard you know who got the part, I was upset.”
Candace looked up to him and finally got what he was talking about; she looked up letting him continue. “I don’t see her like that. She can sing and dance but acting is not her thing at all. I heard it was a girl way better. She even came with her hair dyed and everything. To be honest, you would have been perfect. I’ve seen you as Jade and your videos of your African impression were spot on. And you look good in cat suit. But I’m glad you are taking time from all this to be with your family. Enjoy it while it lasts, baby girl. You have many of years to work hard. You’re still young, explore the world.”
“Thanks, Chad. I’ll be over there in a minute, okay”, she kissed his cheek as he placed the pictures in his bag and made his way. Candy smiled and bit her lip as she thought that maybe it was worth not taking a vacation for. Geo came to her side and whispered “let’s make our way. We got 45 minutes to get over there in time.” They made their way over, she stood by the stage waiting to watch them when she felt two strong hands on shoulders. She turned to see a familiar face. “Winnie”, she jumped into his arms as he swung her around. He wore a yellow sweatshirt with camouflage bottoms and yellow sneakers. He placed her down gently and asked “came to see me?”
“Of course I did, Sir Winston C. Duke.” They laughed as Angela Basset came by. “Look at my Delta baby. How are you doing, Miss Candace?” Angela gave her a big church mother hug and Candace replied with “I’m blessed.” Angela agreed with a smile and told Winston, “I’m sorry to interrupt but Ryan needs us backstage. We are about to start.” Winston nodded his hand before giving Candy one more bear hug. “Good luck, guys”, Candace waved and waited. Geo stood beside her, leaning into her ear. “They finna get a surprise on their hands, huh?”
“Sure are. Y’know Chad back there told me something at my booth a few minutes ago.”
“What he say?”
“He said I would have been perfect. But also said I have plenty of time to work.” Geo stood closer to her and asked “do you regret taking the part, now?” She looked at him and said “nah, but I am def taking a damn break after this one. A good year or so. Probably go back to Africa or something.” Geo nodded as they watched Ryan Coogler take stage. He wore black sweatershirt, jean, sneaker combination. “Hey, hey. How y’all doing”; the crowd cheered. “I wanna thank all of you for coming out to the Comic Con 2020. I am blessed to be back to direct for this new installment. We have an amazing cast for y’all and hope to top the first. Y’all ready?” The crowd cheered once again as Candace playfully covered her ears watching. “First off, we have the man himself. Give it up for Chadwick Boseman a.k.a T’Challa. KING OF WAKANDA!” The crowd went crazy as Chadwick strolled on stage being as smooth as always. He gave Ryan brotherly love and stood beside him. “Next up, we have the smartest princess of Wakanda. Give it up for Princess Shuri, LETICIA WRIGHT.” Leticia walked on stage doing a little dance that her and Chadwick did to make one another laugh and stood beside him. One by one, he called the others and lastly was everyone’s favorite villain. “Give it up for the prince himself, MICHAEL B. JORDAN.” Everyone went crazy when he approached the stage. He walked with a confident stride bowing to the crowd and do his signature hand pose.
A woman with red hair came to Candace side and led Geo and herself to the backstage as Ryan spoke more. “Aight, so y’all must have heard what has been going on with the new member of the cast. Media been going crazy for the actress everyone thought we hired but I’m here to tell y’all none of that was true. The real actress is already here to make this announcement for you. Please give it up for one of the hardest working young ladies. Star of her own YouTube channel for fifteen years, Oscar and Tony winner, Angela Basset’s sorority daughter and her first role that got her where she is now. Give it up for Madam Slay herself… CANDACE ‘BABY GIRL’ MONROOOOOOOOE.” The crowd went crazy as Candace took stage, waving and smiling. Lupita and Angela were the first to run to her and give her so much love. Candace giggled as Lupita kept holding on to her and Letitia made her way to the group smiling and gave her a hug as well as Chadwick made his way over. He gave Candace a dap and a hug as they all made their way back in line. Candace stood next to Michael who paid her no mind. “Aight, aight. See y’all at the panel.” The cast all waved to the crowd and Chadwick was the first to step down, helping all the ladies down.
An interviewer sat them down at a table where the women sat and the men stood. “Thank you guys for joining me”, the male said and they all nodded. “This looks a very well planned cast. Congratulations to the amazing Candace Monroe. How do you feel?” Candace smiled as she answered.
“Blessed. Blessed to be with such an amazing cast and blessed to just be here.” The man smiled with a nod and asked Chadwick. “Chadwick, how do you feel that you have a woman who does most of her own stunts like Miss Monroe here?” He stood behind her with his hands behind his back and said “feels great to have her on the team. I’ve been watching her since MK and I know she will bring a lot to the table.” Candace looked back and to the camera with her charming smile. The interviewer looked to Ryan and asked “Ryan, how was her audition?”
“She did really, really well. Madam Slay is the perfect character for her but it will also will be a challenge that I know she can handle.”
“How does everyone else feel?” Danai looked over to Candace then to the man and said “I am very happy. She is a talented individual that will do great,” Danai finished with wink to her. Angela hugged Candace’s shoulder and said “I couldn’t have said it any better.” Everyone agreed but Michael only nodded. After the questions ended, the group made their way to the panel and sat waiting for the Q and A portion. A woman dressed in a Jade costume stood at the microphone and asked “this is for Candace.” The crowded cheered and Candace leaned into her mic with a smile and said “yes, my sweet baby?”
“How do you think you would do in Black Panther?” Candace folded her hands and said “well, to be honest. I am a tad anxious. I always am when I take on a new role in anything I do. I’m nervous that I won’t bring anything to the table and let down everyone that believes in me. But, all I can do is try my hardest and do my absolute best.” The crowd clapped as she smiled small and Winston kissed her head. A man dressed as Killmonger in the museum scene said “this is for Mike. Michael, how you feel that you got a beautiful woman like Candace as your lady in the movie?” The group turned to him slightly before looking ahead. “I’m thankful. We might be a good pair but only time will tell. She got talent and she works hard so I’m a happy man.” Candace smiled a little as she sipped her water.
Finally, the panel came to an end and the group got to just enjoy the rest of their time. Geo came to Candace’s side and asked “where to first, boss?” She looked up at him and flicked his ears. “Bwoy, you forget we friends huh?” Leticia laughed at the pair and said “well, I’m finna get out of here. I got a photoshoot tomorrow so I gotta take care of some stuff.”
“Okay, T. But don’t forget we start reading tomorrow and all month with training starting in two weeks”, Ryan said before she said her goodbyes. Candace played with her lanyard as she watched all the people pass her. She really was terrified on being Madam Slay but all she had to so was just hope for the better. “Well, I don’t know about you guys but I will be living my Comic Con fantasy and buy all the stuffies my little hands touch. Oh and get some food or what not.” They laughed expect for Michael who looked around. Ryan told her “I will text you the details in a few. Enjoy ya night, Madam.”
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The Gamer Hero, Deku Chapter 17
A/N: I know I said that I probably wouldn't post for a while because finals, but then I had a flash of inspiration and my poor time management instincts took over. But seriously, now that I'm done clearing my WIPs so they don't distract me later, it'll probably be a week or so until I start working on my fanfics again. Need to do a bunch of essays, then I'm giving myself a bit of time to be lazy once break starts up. So for once, I'd like to ask you guys to not give me suggestions for a bit...
The first part of this chapter is something that I figured should happen eventually. How would magic change an already superhuman society?
Have a Little Feith: Thanks for the suggestion! I certainly don't mind using legendaries, however I already have plans for that particular one. My idea for Momo was more along the lines of manufacture.
Xekless: With the exception of elementals, humans (and some animals) are the only inherently magical beings that exist as of this point in the story. Let's just say there's a reason nobody knew of magic before Midoriya...
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In the weeks leading up to the sports festival, we saw a surprising amount of magical advancements in the world. Supernatural healing, which was once considered rare and often involved some sort of caveat that meant it couldn't be used freely, turned into a matter of training, skill, and mana, even if it was weaker. I actually did some volunteer work helping some local hospitals out with the spells, as well as the regular medical help I needed to do for Shuzenji-sensei's healing course.
While only lightning mana could be directly converted into electricity, special generators were built to use other kinds of mana as fuel, meaning more people could work at power plants and more clean energy. There was probably also research being done to use mana as it was. More water-users meant improved water services. Construction businesses flourished with earth mages. Apparently Uraraka's parents in particular gained some profit because she was able to use her elementals to get her parents a few interesting spells in their elements. She and Aizawa were really happy about that, actually.
Conservation only benefited from a new wave of bio-elementalists and other kinds of magic-users. In fact, I heard there was a group that was in the process of getting permits to use magic to deal with the trash in the sea and on the beaches better. Not to mention, even unaspected magic was incredibly useful in agriculture, so farms were able to produce more crops. I even heard about some experiments in infusing plants with magic, which sounded interesting.
While there was, unfortunately, a bit of a rise in villain attacks with the advent of magic, pro heroes were better able to combat it with the fact that hero agencies had more or less turned into modern-day mage guilds. I'm sure there was someone out there biding their time until they learned how to cast Ultima or Raise Greater Undead, but at the same time pro heroes were organized, well-funded, and now produced their own spells, so they could handle it. I even saw on the news that the Wild, Wild Pussycats now had a series of cat-themed spells.
There were still some limitations on dissemination of magical knowledge to the general public, but a few weak spells were made available to everyone. With the buzz about magic, I heard there were talks about reducing Quirk- and magic-usage laws, which was exciting. I mean, I may or may not have been using my magic in public a bit already, but it'd be nice to be a bit less sneaky about it...
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"Poor thing," I said as I looked at the small, gold-furred cat that Juniper alerted me was in a nearby alley. She was missing part of her right foreleg, and the stump was bleeding. She had a few more scrapes, and her fur was dirty. She gave me a weak meow. I'd always liked cats, so I felt a pang in my heart to see one so hurt. "What happened to you?
Stray Cat
LV 6
Kitten
I reached my hand out to her, but she shied away. I concentrated, trying to use Magycked Words to put my intention into what I was about to say. "I want to help," I murmured in a soothing tone, then closed a popup for a new skill, Animal Whisperer. She looked a little bit calmer now. "Good, now just hold... still..." I slowly reached my hand out to her, whispering affirmations to her. She let me touch her, and I activated Healing Hands. "That's a good girl. I'm healing you now."
Unfortunately Healing Hands couldn't do much for her missing limb, but at least it wasn't bleeding anymore. After her wounds were dealt with, I gave her a quick rinse to clean her off, making sure to dry her off completely before she could get cold. Oddly enough, though, her temperature didn't drop at all from the water. She purred at me, now doing much better. She didn't have a collar, but... "Does she have a chip on her, Raimon?" I asked.
"I don't... think so?" he said. "I can't find anything like that on her."
I grinned. "Then I guess you're coming with me, girl." I picked her up. "A cat with golden fur... I think I have the purrfect name for you." She purred, and her fur... glowed. She got really warm. "Okay nevermind Yang it is," I said.
Stray Cat
LV 6
Yang
A cat with a Quirk... I'd heard of people having pets with Quirks before but I wasn't entirely sure what the rules were. I assumed I'd have to register her, though.
"Don't you still have school today?" Claude asked.
I bolted up. "Crap! School!" I looked at the time. Kacchan was probably looking for me. I looked around for a place to put Yang, then had an idea.
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"The hell were you taking so long?" Kacchan asked me when I ran up to him.
"I, uhhh... had a magic thing?" I said, then rubbed the back of my head.
Wait crud that's was the wrong hand! I quickly lowered my arm, but not before a meow escaped from my sleeve...
"Why the fuck did I just hear a cat?" Kacchan asked.
"Oh I don't know, maybe there's a cat nearby?" Kacchan looked around, then focused on my sleeve. I acted totally natural, nothing up my sleeves at all! For a second I felt like he would buy it.
He didn't buy it.
"Oi Deku, what's up your sleeve?" He grabbed my hand a bit more forcefully than I'd have liked, causing it to fall out of my sleeve. "...What the actual fuck," he said after a few moments of holding my disembodied right hand.
"Stupid Rayman limbs..." I muttered.
"Meow," Yang said as she poked her head out of my sleeve. To be honest I wasn't entirely sure how my sleeve was staying in proper shape considering most of my forearm was made out of air, but it was. Somehow.
"Did... Is your arm a cat now?" He looked between my still very much real hand and the cat's head coming from my sleeve. "You know what, I'm going to hold your hand hostage until you fucking explain."
"Not my hand!" I shouted. "I need that to not get arrested." I started trying to fly my hand out of Kacchan's grasp. Because my hand was attached to a body part I'd turned to air, it could fly. Somehow. It wasn't strong enough to escape Kacchan, though. Actually, I wondered how much of my body I had to turn into air before the rest would fly. I'd have to test that later...
"Stop muttering and answer the damn question."
"I wasn't just going to leave Yang there! She lost a leg."
Kacchan facepalmed, letting go of my hand. It floated back to Yang, and I scratched her chin with it before nudging her back so I could put my hand back in place. She was taking Air Embodiment surprisingly well. I was actually a little worried she'd activate her Quirk... "You named her already. In hindsight, though, I'm more surprised you haven't done something like this already. Actually, is it okay that the cat's breathing your arm?" He stopped walking and just rubbed his temples. "Hang... hang on, I just need a fucking moment to process how fucking absurd that last sentence was."
"I've confirmed that it's perfectly safe for both me and whatever's breathing me. Same for other elements. And I'm sure someone's said something like that before."
He started walking again. "Right. Your life is fucking weird. Not gonna give myself a headache. So how long can you do that?"
"Partial Embodiment is a lot less taxing than Full Embodiment, so it's just slightly more than what Mantra gives me back. In fact, if I get another point of INT, then it might just break even. If I use Meditate every so often, I'll be able to keep this up until we get home. Assuming we don't have practicals in Hero Studies today."
He shrugged. "Fuck it, good for you. Now we should probably hurry as fast as we can without you jostling the cat. We're already a little late."
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I was walking in the hallway on my own when I heard a meow. I froze and so did Aizawa-sensei, who was walking past me. I silently pleaded with Sonia to help. She gave me a grin. A grin I could almost describe as like the Cheshire Cat's...
"Meow," she said. Audibly. Even with Gamer's Mind, I could feel my heart pounding. I tried not to let it show on my face. I tensed up, though, when Yang meowed again. Though I noticed that Aizawa also grimaced. Yang pushed my hand out of the way, but at the same time a black cat with golden eyes poked her head out of Aizawa-sensei's capture weapon.
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I nodded at him.
He nodded at me.
Yang and Blake meowed at each other.
I offered Aizawa-sensei my right arm in an invitation to pet Yang. He gratefully did so, then pointed to Blake. I used my floating right hand to pet her.
We nodded to each other, then gently nudged our cats back into their hiding spots and walked away. I had to Meditate in the bathroom for a bit because the stress of the moment deactivated Mantra, though.
We never talked about our encounter, though we did trade a few cat puns later in the day. I'm not an expert, but I think that makes us brothers.
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"Hey mom?" I said as I opened the door. "I have something I'd like to ask you about..."
"What is it, sweetie?"
I brought Yang out from behind my back. "Her name is Yang."
Mom sighed. "Honey, you know a cat is a big responsibility..."
"I promise I'll take good care of her!" I promised.
She frowned, then nodded after a moment of thought. "Alright, you can keep her."
"Thank you!" I shouted. "Oh, uh... By the way, she has a Quirk..."
"Izuku..."
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As it turned out, the Japanese government is very approving of Quirky animals being pets with responsible owners, though there was some red tape surrounding it. It made sense that they wouldn't want animals who had no concept of Quirk usage laws just roaming the streets... First I had to get her registered and fitted with a special chip that could withstand a lot more heat than normal chips thanks to her fire-based Quirk. Then we had to go to specialized classes for us to be able to deal with her if she activated her Quirk. I also got a good prosthetic for her with some of the money I got for various prizes related to discovering magic.
Thanks to Animal Whisperer I gained an increased understanding of all animals. After a few talks with Yang, I could pretty much speak cat, which was neat. I was hoping to get a familiar skill, though. Even if I never used Yang like a proper familiar, a familiar skill might give me access to her Quirk, I Burn, which would be nice.
For my preparation for the sports festival, I decided to focus mainly on DEX and INT. Because I was more or less indestructible due to Damage Reduction and Elemental Embodiment, I didn't need to worry about VIT at all. Because of that, I decided to focus on my original idea I'd had before Roaring Muscles to train my DEX, though with INT training as well to power up my magic. It was close, but a few days before the sports festival I got both above one hundred.
DEX gave me three skills, Light Step, Flash Step, and Weird Flex. Light Step was the next version of Fleet Foot and Flash Step was, well, a Flash Step. I could use MP to cross a few meters in the blink of an eye. Weird Flex... had a fitting name. It seemed to just make me disturbingly flexible. The flavor text implied that it was what made contortionists contortionists, and I couldn't really disagree with that. It seemed like it'd be useful, though, because it was a passive that didn't use MP.
Raising INT gave me Mana Talent, Eye for Magic, and Open Mind. Mana Talent, like Light Step, was a better Mana Affinity. Eye for Magic, which I got because I had an eye-enhancing spell, was a spell that allowed me to "see" magic, which was absurdly useful. I could probably copy spells just by looking at them, for one. It gave me really bad eye strain, though. Open Mind was also a potentially useful spell. The flavor text said it was mind magic, which was useful in and of itself because it gave me a base for mind magic, and it allowed me to hear other people's thoughts. When I used it, I was able to hear the internal monologues of everyone in the spell's radius, and could hone in on one person in particular. I wouldn't use it much because it was clearly an invasion of privacy, but I was sure I could put it to good use.
With my stats where I wanted them, I spent the rest of the time before the sports festival practicing various spells and skills. The day of the sports festival, I knew I was ready.
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A/N: I thought of that scene with the cats and was legally obligated to write it. This is a little shorter than my usual chapters, but I figured you guys would prefer one short one now and then a longer one in however long it'll take me to do all my school stuff and then start the sports festival arc than just an especially long one later. And now I have no excuse not to do my schoolwork. Pray for me...
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Voices of War panel
I’ll be editing this post as I watch the livestream.
The panel includes:
Josh Keaton (Anduin)
Patty Mattson (Sylvanas)
Laura Bailey (Jaina)
Indira Varma (Katherine Proudmoore)
Susan Wokoma (Talanji)
Abubakar Salim (Rokhan)
Alex Desert (Bwonsamdi)
Maryann Strossner (Scrollsage Nola) (They announced ”A Maryann has made it to Blizzcon!” - LOL)
Josh Keaton has played since vanilla, started as a night elf hunter, then switched to Horde to play tauren druid. He has since switched to a worgen druid (as our king should, after all!) :P lol
Josh re: getting cast to play Anduin in Cataclysm: “It was hilarious because I remember when I had my first Horde character I’d always try to attack Anduin in the castle ... and then I would die, and it was fun.”
Re: growing into ”manduin”: “His trinkets have dropped.” LMAO
Josh’s father is alive and he hasn’t experience that serious kind of loss IRL, so he doesn’t have that to draw from when acting, but it helps to be so deeply familiar with the characters and the lore.
Anduin and Sylvanas’ voice actors sitting next to each other...watch out!
“I’m so glad our Little Lion decided to play Horde,” Patty purred, putting a hand on Josh’s back. He replied that he “saw the error of his ways.”
They did improv in the studio to get into the right headspace for the Sylvanas Warbringer cinematic, and Patty says she got carried away. She ended up throwing Delaryn’s VA’s soda across the studio. (SOMEONE DRAW THAT WITH THEIR CHARACTERS!!)
Senior Narrative Designer Steve Danuser said they better not have a bow and arrow in the studio for that reason! LOL
Patty says she survived domestic abuse in her childhood, and that rage can be channeled into kickboxing (which she also does) or voicing a character like Sylvanas.
Laura says her body posture in the studio is a big part of how she gets Jaina’s voice. She laughed about how long she’s been with this character, how Jaina started as a “bright-eyed” young girl “in a crop top.”
She was in tears by the end of the recording sessions for “Daughter of the Sea.” And not just because she’s terrified of singing in front of people. She says that actually helped her channel the vulnerability Jaina felt upon realizing what the people of her homeland thought of her.
(It’s weird to see Indira in civilian garb when I’m so used to seeing her in her Dornish finery from Game of Thrones.)
She nailed the audition. As soon as they heard her, they knew she was Katherine Proudmoore. She says she’s not a gamer, but she immediately felt at home among the folks at Blizzcon. All her lines were recorded in London.
Indira loves the contradictions within Katherine, how much loss she’s suffered, how much pride she has, but how she has to get past that and welcome her daughter back. She says she’s a mother, herself, so that helped her get into that mindset.
Indira loves doing voice work because it’s not about your looks, ethnicity, weight, or anything but your voice. It’s a pure kind of acting that she enjoys.
Once they knew Kul Tiras was the setting of the next expansion, the reunion of Jaina and her family (especially her mother) was the first thing they seized on as the heart of the story. Katherine is the face of the nation, not just as its political leader, but as the embodiment of their feelings of betrayal and eventual forgiveness toward Jaina.
Susan is demonstrating what it’s like when Talanji gets loopy on too much caffeine. ;) (Jet lag from London isn’t fun, I’m sure.) She’s done a Netflix show with Tracer’s VA, so she had a peek at the Blizzard magic before and wanted to be part of it when the role came around.
She’s adorably freaking out over a Talanji cosplayer. Pure joy on both sides. They even hugged! OMG! Love it!
She says having massive story arcs is difficult on TV, especially for a woman of color who doesn’t have a model’s figure (as she put it, although she’s gorgeous if you ask me). Her characters tend to get killed off early on, so having Talanji be around for the long haul is a treat. She loved how Talanji has a full background, is part of an established world, and feels fully fleshed out.
She says they recorded in London in the evening, when it was early morning in California, which actually worked well for her, because “stuff has happened” by that time of the day, so she had a fuller range of emotions to draw from, instead of starting fresh in the morning.
On to Rokhan’s VA, Abubakar Salim, who says he’s overwhelmed by the love and support he’s felt from the Blizzcon crowd. He does play WoW himself, starting as a human paladin (boos from the crowd) but now with the Horde (cheers).
Steve said he also plays Horde, and Laura protested (tongue in cheek) that the panel is biased.
Abu enjoys playing Rokhan because even though the Darkspear have suffered so, so much, he’s still undaunted, still working so hard to bring the trolls together. He’s a practical and “earthy” character. They joked about Rokhan writing haiku in his spare time. But the word “badass” still is the best way to describe him.
Alex is up next, starting off with an eerie Bwonsamdi laugh. “The Harder They Come” is an old Jamaican movie, and one of the characters in there was the inspiration for Bwonsamdi’s voice, although he got funnier and more mischievous as the character developed. Alex joked that purple reading glasses help him get in character. He says Bwonsamdi “wants love.”
Alex’s parents are from Haiti, so the lore of that place informed his performance, too.
And last but not least, Scrollsage Nola! She thanked everyone for all the love the player base has given her. She says she “loves helping people...turtles... I’m in for it.”
The actors then went through and read some of their dialog. Josh and Patty doing Anduin and Sylvanas’ dialog from the throne room in the Battle for Lordaeron was hilarious, the looks they gave each other.
Laura and Indira did a bit of Jaina and Katherine’s reunion.
Susan got a big cheer for shouting “Zandalar forever!”
The crowd also loved Abu screaming “Nothing gonna stop de Horde!”
Plenty of creepiness from Alex.
And the grand finale: “A TURTLE MADE IT TO THE WATER!” Everyone was holding their breath when it came time, and then the cheers erupted. Heehee...
That’s the end of the main panel. It was so cool to put (real) faces to the voices. I’m always fascinated by the voice actors who bring the game to life.
AND LAURA BAILEY IS SINGING “DAUGHTER OF THE SEA”! LIVE! EEEEE!!!!
A well-deserved standing ovation after that!
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—Live another life in an alternate universe.
Phase II of Project Second Life is live!
Now accepting new participants, but hurry—offer ends soon!
“Whaddya think?”
The characters and background art were so realistic, they almost had me fooled.
This feature took up seven pages in this gaming magazine, so it’s gotta be quite popular.
“I don’t know what to say…”
Two girls—actually, my older and younger sister—showed up out of nowhere with grins on their faces. They stuck this video game magazine in my face and hounded me over the article.
Honestly, I have no clue as to what they’re trying to do.
Well, I’d be lying if I said I had no interest in games. But the write-up seems to be about an MMORPG. I’m more of a fan of games like Harvest M○○n and Animal Cr○ssing. I like that comfy, casual pace.
“Ugh, you’re suuuch a bummer!”
“I know, right?!”
“…”
What’s with them? They’re so hyper.
Even if it’s me saying, I think we get along well.
We game together since both of my sisters are very into it.
Well, it’s probably because of my influence on them, considering that I’m the only guy of us three.
“So? So? Whaddya think?” my younger sister asks me in a cutesy voice.
Her excitement is almost annoying, but since she’s my sister, I hold my tongue and continue reading the magazine pushed up against my face.
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Looks like it’s an online multiplayer.
Skimming through the pages, it looks like players get to work together with allies to fight off enemies. All their weapons, magic, and monsters are pretty typical too.
Oh, you can also go fishing.
I like stuff like that. It’s nice and relaxing.
There are various races to choose from too.
Oh? The description seems kinda odd.
What’s this?
—Continuing with the well-acclaimed playstyle of the first phase, Phase II of the game will also not allow players to log out until the session has been completed. This further encourages players to fully experience a second life in the game. However, in-game time differs from real-life time.
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So it says.
Oh, that’s right. I remember now. It was about a year ago when they caused a big stir.
It was the guy who planned to create a whole “second life” thing in a VRMMO world.
And as it says in the magazine, months and years in the game will only be just a few hours in the real world.
The game targets young professional. For the sake of giving them the chance to live a second life, players also can’t simply logout until the game is done.
Content is released monthly to pretty high praise, save for a vocal minority. Or so I’ve read on a gaming news website.
Even my buddies were raving about it after trying it out. Is it really that good though?
The problem is that people’s demeanors change after playing. I mean, if you spend seemingly years in the game, it’s bound to affect your personality.
There’s even this disgraceful bastard who not only got a girlfriend in the game but is still going out with her IRL.
Fuckin’ normies!
… I should mention that cost of entry is rather high.
Not only do you need special equipment, but the game itself costs a lot. After all, the developers and retailers need to make money. In short, it’s not spare change for a student at the very least.
“So? How are you going to pay for it?”
Honestly, even if you begged Mom and Dad for it, they’ll tell you off…
“Heh heh!”
My older sister remains reasonably excited and brings out an envelope.
The Second Life Project is written as the sender’s address.
“No, you didn’t…”
“I sure did! Here’s the acceptance letter.”
“How did you get this? Who did you have to—”
“Remember that tournament I won a while ago? This was the prize!”
She spoiled the answer but also my joke.
The license was a prize for winning a tournament for this fighting game, which was made by another company of the same conglomerate. I’ve read that they’re making a lot of money lately.
My sister definitely signed up the tournament just so she could get her hands on the license.
It’s almost weird being related with these girls.
“Three people can sign up with one of these licenses, ya know!”
Here is my older sister who’s grinning from ear to ear and my younger sister who’s almost physically buzzing with excitement.
“Three people? That’s an odd number, eh?”
Isn’t it normally two or four?
I’ve heard stories of couples who played together and came out with a stronger bond than ever.
But I’ve heard that the game made things worse for some people too.
In any case, it looks like I’m invited too.
… wait, hold on.
“Hey, why don’t we put these up on an aucti—boof!”
Before I could finish my sentence, my right cheek encountered my younger sister’s fist.
“No way, you dummy!”
“No, hear me out. Selling just one of these would give us enough money for a family vaca—boof!”
This time, it was left cheek, older sister.
“I believe I can leave the whole taking care of Mom and Dad thing until after I become a productive member of society.”
They sure are loyal to their desires.
Well, it’s not the license is mine anyway, so I don’t really have the right to tell her what do with it.
“So, who’s player three?”
“Huh?” they simultaneously interjected.
“Hmm?”
The two girls stare at me as if I were speaking alien.
“Don’t you want to play too?”
“Uhh, not really?”
It does sound interesting, but I’m iffy about VR games.
“And plus, I get kinda woozy from VR setups.”
VR machines and these fully-immersive online games have been sweeping through the gaming industry.
Just before, the sci-fi subgenre of cyberpunk was very popular.
Fully-immersive online games made a big splash when they first came out as it was almost as if cyberpunk has become reality. A large portion of gamers were very positive about it too.
Firstly—and I think a lot of Japanese gamers can sympathize—is that a lot of these physically-stimulating virtual reality games rub people the wrong way.
For example, like how retro-styled games with pixel art are still really popular, people are used to gaming through a big TV screen. It’s hard to transition away from that concept.
Even though I was born into a world where beautiful 3D games were the norm, I’m sure there were people who rejected the transition from pixel art to low-poly graphics.
Well, if that’s the case, I shouldn’t be opposed to these fully-immersive games.
Secondly, the games are very affected by the player’s brainwaves.
It’s been recently proven that mental output and processing power vary greatly from person to person.
In other words, a person’s ability to judge and reason have been proven, which is why fully-immersive VR games—games that depend on those functions—are heavily dependent on the player’s abilities.
To sum it up, there were gamers who were dissatisfied with the apparent unequal starting lines started cropping up. And excluding the small portion of people who physically and mentally fared well, the sales number weren’t so hot.
Well, I guess it’s kinda like when touchscreens first hit the market. Those resistive ones weren’t so good and people didn’t love them. But as technology gets better, so will the performance of VR machines, and I’m sure it’ll then be a big hit.
Hmm, I swear I’ve heard someone tell me this before.
“Y’know, big bro, vat-type VR games have built-in brainwave normalizers so that anybody would be fine, right?”
“Oh, is that right? I guess that’s why they’re so expensive then.”
Vat-types could be described as high-performance VR machines.
They’re different than regular head-mounted display units hooked up to a computer. Vat-types connect the player by immersing them in a vat full of liquid in which humans can breathe. It’s really something straight out of a mad scientist’s lab.
And to speak frankly, the reason why vat-types are invitation-only being because this is tech from the near future—it must cost a whole lot of money to operate.
“Well, I get that even I can play, but don’t you two have anyone else you could invite?”
“It’s a ticket for three people! It’d be a lot more fun to go as siblings, don’t you think?”
“Yup, she’s right!”
It seems like the three of us are closer than I thought.
That makes me rather happy, to be honest.
And so, that’s why I’ll be participating in Dimension Wave too.
The day has finally arrived.
The three of us go to the venue by train.
Even though my sisters rushed me out of the door, a lot of people had arrived already at the event site.
We brought a few things with us, including the license and a USB flash drive that was distributed to all the players.
Stored in the flash drive was the data of our created characters.
It takes quite a bit of time to customize a character, so they got us to do that ahead of time.
I made my macho mountain of muscles about three days ago.
Swole characters aren’t ordinarily popular, but I think they’re cool.
Humans, Lycanthropes, Elves, Jewels, and Spirits were available choices for your character’s race and I chose to make a Spirit.
Spirits don’t have levels, HP, or MP, so it makes them pretty special among MMOs. They had a bit of information on their official site, but I had to figure most of that out by myself.
Jewels seem interesting too, but I ultimately decided on a Spirit.
I like the unique races.
As for my sisters, the older one picked Human and the younger Lycanthrope.
I didn’t ask them, but they told me anyway.
“Oh, looks like they’re starting to let people in.”
Even before I had said that, those two were already restless and had begun heading inside.
And why am I at the end of the line anyway?
Eventually, I handed one of the three passes to a staff member and got in return a key with a blue plastic number tag attached to it.
Then, we were split into two lanes—one for men, one for women.
“See you later.”
“See ya!”
I waved them a simple goodbye before heading into the men’s changing room.
It’s pretty big in here.
I opened the locker with my number on it and found a set of clothes inside.
Before the event, we were told to send in our measurements along with our authorization codes so that they can get it tailored to us.
I put my valuables inside, though that consists of only my phone and wallet, and put on the special clothes.
It looks like a plugsuit straight out of an anime or something. It’s really elastic.
The guys beside me are being awkwardly silent changing into their suits. But even without saying, I can tell they’re thinking of the same thing.
I think they used to submerge you in the nude, but after some criticism, they came out with these tailored plugsuits. They even contain emergency life-saving measures. That’s probably one of the reasons why it’s so expensive as well.
After changing, I double-checked to make sure my locker was locked and then hurried out the door.
“Whoa…”
The vats lined up row by row was really a spectacle seemingly taken out of a mad scientist’s lab.
They’re actually pretty big, even though it’s just for one person. It’s as big as my bed at home.
“Let’s see, let’s see.”
There’s a large sticker placed instructing which way to stick the USB flash drive in and how to shut the door. It’s so simple, anyone can get it right with a quick glance. I plug in my flash drive into the port, hopped in the vat, made sure the door was closed, then slowly lied down.
There’s still 10 minutes left until it starts. I take the time to think through what I’ll do in the game.
The two of them mentioned that they were picking a combat class, but I had other plans.
I’d think I’d like to try the fishing activity that was in the magazine the other day.
I know it might be a bit weird to just fish in an MMORPG, but the whole point of this game is to live a second life, right? I’ll live it leisurely. I haven’t thought much about what’s after though. I’m sure I’ll find a goal while I play.
Just as I was thinking about that, I suddenly remember that they had an event called Dimension Wave going on, just like the title. I totally forgot about it up until now.
I still have to decide on whether or not to participate, but I’m sure my sisters will.
I’d like to at least play support for them.
“Oh?”
Time snuck up on me while I was lost in thought. An announcement played as they started to pump the liquid in.
It’s green, I thought… but it was just the reflection of a light inside the vat.
On second inspection, it’s actually colorless.
The vat filled up in a flash. I’ve subconsciously held my breath, but I can naturally breathe in the liquid.
What a shock. I really can breathe. Honestly, I wasn’t actually sure until now.
—Reading data 0%・・・100%.
—Data import complete. Beginning brainwave normalizer load test.
I can see it. Rather, it’s being projected straight into my brain.
A scene prettier than reality appears before my eyes.
Lots of people are walking in the streets of this fantasy town.
The sound is coming through too. I hear everything from the male voice of the shopkeeper to the noise of shuffling feet and footsteps.
In normal VR systems, you get the tiniest hint of lag, even if it’s not much. But in here, not only is it running without so much a hitch, the fidelity is extremely high.
That’s specialized equipment for ya.
—Test complete. Game will begin after all processes complete.
It’s a weird feeling. The voice goes directly into your head without me needing to use my ears.
I was thinking that I’ve totally entered a sci-fi world, but tech in the real world is more advanced than I thought.
I guess you could call it being excited, but oddly, I couldn’t calm down and stop looking around everywhere. But right as I do so, everything disappeared.
“That can’t be good.”
I’m not just talking about vat-type machines, but when any piece of electronic suddenly goes black like if you yanked the plug out, it kinda makes me feel weird.
It’s like as if the world that I’ve been living it just suddenly disappeared.
And then—
—Best wishes to your new life!
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Who Am I?
I realize that often I message people whose tumblrs I enjoy, and then they look at my tumblr and find out that, lazily, I have never posted anything. To instill some sense of reciprocation, I’ve posted my fetlife profile text below. If you want a little more info, you can find me there under the same name.
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Who I Am: I’m a kinky academic and gamer currently residing in Iowa, but I’ve lived in many parts of the country, so if you think you remember chatting with me when I lived in some other state, well, you’re probably right! I’m quite intense in all elements of my life, including kink. I’m quite fortunate to live with two wonderful, adorable and cuddly subs (including my husband of 9 years) who take very good care of me.
I of course realize that few subs will be into everything I enjoy, and I respect that. I individualize my Dominance to each sub I work with. With that caveat, here are a number of things I get into.
Control: As a SIR, my central interest is in control of all kinds. There is almost no element of a sub’s life I don’t relish controlling, including minutia like controlling outfits and diet. As such, I fetishize things like sets of rules, imposing structure. I’m fond of protocols that instruct a sub both in the correct way to speak and to present himself to me physically, and I tailor these to each sub to emphasize the role I have chosen for them. Teaching a sub to groom and position their body in exactly the way that pleases me most is deeply satisfying. As I’ve grown more experienced, my desires in this category have only grown stronger, and my biggest fascination now is with exploring TPE slavery as a dynamic.
Discipline: Punishment and reward are natural complements to control, structure, and rules, and are an essential part of holding a sub to a high standard. Discipline shows a sub that I really do care about and notice his behavior, and am willing to invest the time/effort in helping him improve. Discipline is always accompanied by a lecture, where I explain what the sub did wrong, and how they can do better in the future. Discipline methods vary, but those I have found most effective include CP, wall time, and line writing.
Chastity: The most foundational form of the control available to a Dom, and the one I very rarely work without, is chastity: the tight control of a sub’s orgasms. Chastity devices are very sexy, and I often use them. I am particularly fond of small devices which stop a sub from even becoming erect. However, my key interest is in the control of orgasms, and I expect a good sub to behave whether they are locked in a device or not. The lengths of time that I have made subs go without orgasm have varied quite a bit, from around a week at the low end to over a year and a half at the higher end. I know that chastity is very difficult for most subs, but I enjoy supporting a sub through their journey with it, and helping them go longer than they ever thought they could.
Degradation: It is important to me that a sub remember his place at all times, and so part of my job is to assure that a sub is reminded of his place regularly. Simple rules such as being kept off of furniture, requiring permission to leave my presence, or being kept naked while I remain clothed make a sub feel like something distinctly less than people. Writing on a sub’s body, making them shave their pubic hair, walk on all fours, worship my feet, swallow my spit, and eat from a dog bowl are more examples of ways I have reinforced a sub’s status as a willing inferior. Degradation is perhaps the most complex of these broad categories, and is certainly the one that took me the longest to learn. On the one hand, I take good care of my subs, and it is essential to me that degradation (and D/s) generally be empowering to them. On the other hand, degradation needs to be more than roleplay to be hot, it needs to genuinely change the way a sub thinks about himself. This is a delicate balance to maintain, but it can be incredibly fulfilling for both parties when done right.
Brainwashing: I believe that 90% or more of D/s takes place in the mind. Even something seemingly physical like a caning is really very much a mental exercise for the sub to willingly (and perhaps even enthusiastically) endure. As such, it is essential for me to control a sub’s feelings and thought processes, teaching him to think about things the correct way, reinforcing his place, and adjusting his preferences to better suit me. To accomplish this I often give a sub mantras, short expressions such as “Obedience is pleasure, SIR” that clearly and succinctly express an idea essential to their submission. These mantras are to be recited on command, often hundreds of times to help their truth sink into the mind. When combined with hypnosis, this simple method allows for a sub’s thinking to be slowly altered and sculpted over time. This process is deeply erotic to me, and I love to see my words slowly altering a sub’s mind.
Sadism: Perhaps the simplest form of control over a sub is control of his body (through bondage) and the sensations he experiences. I’m a Sadist, and am certainly inclined to inflict many forms of pain on those subs who enjoy pain (though I fully respect that many subs don’t). I have a large collection of spanking implements that I like to use. I’m particularly fond of my paddle, my cane, my riding crop, and my tawse. In addition to impact oriented pain, I have also quite enjoyed inflicting pain through nipple and ball squeezing as well as forced exercise and stress positions.
Service: I hope I’ve communicated through this profile that D/s is about much more than sex for me, and that power exchange extends far beyond the bedroom. I like when serving me in vanilla contexts makes a sub genuinely happy/content/satisfied. This service can take many forms, and is usually highly personal to the sub doing the service: cooking for me, dropping me off at work, picking me up at the airport, doing my dishes, etc. Anything like that a sub does for me is deeply meaningful, and establishes his firm commitment to serve me.
On Consent: I used to have a list called Boy’s Bill of Rights at the bottom of my profile, but I’ve decided to go simpler this time. It is essential to me that everything I do with a sub is done with enthusiastic consent. I settle for nothing less. This doesn’t mean I’m not a strict hardass, and it does not mean that I don’t frequently make subs do things they dislike, or even hate. Indeed, I do that quite often. But they let me do that because deep down it is what they want and need and enduring it gives them deep-seated satisfaction. I understand that not everything I’ve described here is for every sub, and I certainly don’t expect a sub I work with to engage in every activity described above.
Who Should Contact Me: So you read this whole thing (or skipped to the bottom), congrats! I’m always excited to meet new people with similar interests, so please send me a message! I’m particularly interested in chatting with fellow Doms, fellow board game geeks, video gamers, and fellow mtg cube enthusiasts.
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