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creepling · 8 months

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disguised lessons - stepbro! j. slaughter / 1k

well um... i just wrote that on a whim. idk what came over me. i am truly rotted in the brain. so enjoy, i guess?

tags: smut - MDNI. fem!reader. stepbro!johnny. reader loses virginity. ment of pantie sniffing and masturbating. johnny is a manipulative lil shit. praise. oral (m receiving). cowgirl. stomach bulge. possessive. degrading by the end. unprotective sex. hints at an age gap.

Johnny knew the consequences that came with Nancy marrying another man. He’ll disappear like the rest of him, without a trace. But this time, the package came with a cute little step-sister. Naive as they come, you try not to take too much space in the household. When Daddy wasn’t home, Nancy scorned you and made it known you weren’t part of the family. Johnny, however, seemed to enjoy your company. He wanted it a little too much for a step-brother.

Having an older brother after years of being a sheltered-only child was exciting. And his behaviour did not stick out as abnormal but conflicted with your consciousness. Johnny liked touching you. Touch you wherever he wanted. Grazing the small of your back, tuck your hair behind your ear. He teased your blushing. He discovered that you were easy to carry and made it routine to pick you up. To feel your thighs around his waist, your timid hands grip his shoulders for support. He’d chuckle at your whines to put you down.

When he started to get adventurous, he’d test the limits when Nancy and your dad weren’t around—becoming the man of the house when they left for work—snooping in your room when you’re downstairs making lunch, smelling your clothes and beating off to your scent. Going around the house shirtless in the Texan heat, clocking your desperate urge not to feed your eyes on him, making your conflicts worse by lingering in your bedroom, leaning over your bed, the stretch of his abdomen clouding your mind. It was only a matter of time before Johnny would the fuck the slut out of his step-sister.

It all started when you both had the house to yourself for the night. You lay across your bed reading a book. You wondered if he would make his daily trip inside, your stomach tender and topsy. He didn’t bother knocking, causing you to shift as the door creaks open. Johnny walks in. Just wanted to check up on ya. You couldn’t help but smile. He took his regular spot on your bed, spreading along the bottom, holding himself up with his strong arm. Muscles flexing. Your face grows hot.

I’ve been meanin’ to ask ya something, Johnny ponders, his hands fidgeting with the bed throw. Are you a virgin?

You were shocked, slapping your hand on his shoulder. Why would you ask me that?

I’ll take that as a yes, Johnny smirked. All you could do was look dumbfounded.

That’s a shame. Guys your age don’t want a virgin girl. They want them nasty. Trust me, I’d know. I was that age once. Johnny shrugged, trying to hide his smirk at your disappointment.

That can’t be true. Daddy says guys want respectable girls to marry.

Well, your Daddy don’t know everything. Johnny said, his eyes lingering over your body. But I could teach you a few things since I'm your step-brother. Your breath hitches as he moves closer to you, cupping your chin. I could teach you how to fuck properly. How to suck off a guy. How to ride him. It could come in real’ handy when you find that special someone.

Bewitched by his stare, you follow his gaze as you kneel on the bed, watching as Johnny stands up and unbuckles his jeans. It ain’t as scary once you try it, Johnny soothes, patting your head.

Your lips were timid around his tip, moaning surprisingly as he bucks his hips, his cock stuffing your tiny mouth. It’s good to keep eye contact, Johnny grunts, guiding your head for your doe-like stare to fixate on his lustrous gaze. Yeah, that’s it, good girl. Once your mouth salivated, Johnny eased his length inside, holding your head in place. You squeeze your eyes shut, tears streaming. You choke as his tip licks the back of your throat. Yet, you didn’t want to protest, feeling your cunt pulsing at the deep groans escaping Johnny’s mouth. You like my cock, don’t ya lil sis? You might not want another cock after mine.

He taught you all the techniques. How to swirl your tongue around his shaft, open your throat to take him all in, and massage his balls. Giving the puppy-dog eyes that drive him mad. He could feel himself growing close to a climax, so he pulled out of your swollen mouth and picked you up in his arms. How’s about time I show you how to fuck good, ay girl?

You cradled his lap, his hands exploring your body, lurching his lips around your nipples. He holds you in place as you whimper, squirming as he attacks your sensitivity. Positioning his cock under your dripping cunt, Johnny guides your hips to sink on his length. His eyes glazed as he watched the shock on your face.

Johnny, it hurts- You protest, but his hands are keeping you firmly in place. Your legs shake, whining at the pain of his cock filling you.

It’s okay, darlin’. You’ll get used to it, Johnny says, caressing your cheek. There, it’ll soon go away. You’ll enjoy it, I promise.

You soon get used to his length, the pain washing away. It began to feel like a pleasurable ache, the knot in your stomach gradually coming undone. You look down at Johnny’s immersive hands on your waist, guiding your hips to grind down into him. Your back arches, and you sigh a moan, easing yourself into it.

That’s it, you’re doing good. Keeping doing that, Johnny reassures. He leans back and lets you take full reign, gazing at the perky breasts pressed together, your hands on his chest. You move in places to feel comfortable, running your walls up and down his cock, moaning as his length pumps into you. He felt so good, and you felt ashamed to enjoy it. Your step-brother’s cock fits inside you so perfectly, and he looks at you in a way you desire to be looked at.

Johnny was in bliss, his fingers pressing against your stomach, feeling the bulge of his cock inside you. It drove him crazy, seeing his innocent little step-sister riding his cock. You’re a natural, He breathed out. Keep riding me like that, and I’ll make it a habit.

And he did make it a habit. Every single day. Giving you daily step-brother lessons on how to fuck good. How someone should fuck you, pleasure you into oblivion. Encouraging you to lean into your lustrous instinct and become available to him. It became more than just pleasing your future man and more about how to pleasure him.

No other guy’s cock will be better than your big brother’s, Johnny would grunt into your ear, bending you over the bed and drilling into you. He fucked you anywhere he pleased, in the bed, in the shower, on the couch. Johnny couldn’t contain himself around you. He liked it when you were home alone, so you could be as loud as you wanted. The more you gave yourself to him, the more he gave into his rough instincts. His praise turned degrading, and his thrusts fucked you into becoming a slut for his cock. Look at you, desperate for stepbro's cock, Johnny teased you. You give him into him every time. That’s what good step-sisters are for, right? Who knew you were such a little whore? God, ain’t I glad I came into your room. I would’ve missed out on this nice little pussy.

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highvern · 2 months

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Sales Pitch

Pairing: Moon Junhui x fe!reader

Genre: Smut, 21+

Warnings: dom reader, sub/brat jun, anal sex (m. receiving), pegging, oral (m & f receiving), degradation, sex toys, impact play, breath play, freak deakys fr!!!

Length: 3.6k

Note: for my bestie @wenjunehui i hope its all you dreamed of and more pookie

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Part II

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“Do you think these make my boobs look big?”

You turn to find Jun modeling the new shipment of nipple clamps over his shirt, the metal chain glinting across his chest from each peaked bud. His hands lift behind his head to further highlight the adornment.

“Gigantic.” You quip, diving back into the box filled with an assortment of lube.

In the six months you’ve been working at Bad Kittyz, you’ve discovered more about your coworker's weird fetishes than you really should.

Even in snippets of conversation with customers, you hear him recommend toys and gadgets like he’s tried them all. Products that haven’t moved off the shelf since you started and look like they’ve sat there even longer than that he talks about like old friends. The day Jun discussed the installation of a sex swing with a woman pushing sixty you came to the conclusion the sex dungeon under his apartment must be stocked beyond belief.

A crash from behind you makes you turn, finding Jun stumbling as he struggles into a harness.

“What are you doing?”

“We got these strap ons and—”

Cutting him off, you eye him with confusion. “I can see that but why are you trying it on? You have a dick.”

“Sorry I like to give our customers my most informed opinion.” Jun rolls his eyes, going back to fidgeting with the straps.

“Please don’t say that.” You wince. “Not when you sold that sex machine yesterday.”

“What do you mean? You don’t think we should try the products before selling them?”

You blush at the implication that he’s tried everything he’s sold. Including the sex machine.

“I didn’t say that. But you don’t even need a strap.”

“I’m not gonna sell it without first hand knowledge.”

“I think that means you should get pegged then.” You sniff, turning back to your work.

You don’t want to be honed into his body. Every breath, every creak of the old floor boards as he moves closer. Even the heat of his body against your back wouldn’t register under normal circumstances but now it's overwhelming.

Jun seems hell bent on making it even worse.

“Is that an offer?”

An entire day of preparation only serves to fan the flames of nervousness. Wrinkled laundry from weeks ago gets folded, every dish you own sits spotless in the cabinets; you’ve even lint rolled your couch. It’s more than you’ve done for any hookup before and it makes you jitter with embarrassment.

The day barely dips into the afternoon by the time you're done. It gives you too much time to think. Your bedroom is off limits. Already prepped with fresh sheets, towels, and condoms. If you have to see the set up you might start scratching at the walls.

A shot of liquor helps take the edge away. Just enough you can sit on the couch without shaking out of your skin. But not enough to stop you from rotating through the same apps over and over in hopes a distraction will take your brain away from thoughts of Jun bent over the edge of your bed with his ass displayed.

When he finally arrives, you nearly puke. Because now its real and you’re about to fuck your hot coworker with a fake cock like its just another normal Thursday for him.

Jun smiles as you open the front door. It’s innocent at face value, only the edges tilting into something fouler.

“What's up?”

“Please don’t try to act casual.” You warn, stepping aside so he can enter.

“No idea what you’re talking about.”

He flings himself onto the couch and somehow manages to still look hot despite the awkward angle of his limbs. The bag full of contraband sits on the floor, unassuming despite carrying a menagerie of who knows what.

Crossing your arms in faux nonchalance, you nod towards the opposite end of your apartment. “Bathroom’s down the hall.”

“Okay?”

“Listen, it's not that I don’t trust you.” You sigh. It's a lie. You trust him as far as you can throw him. For all you know that tote bag could have cuffs and collars and a sex swing tucked away. “But I’m about to be closer to your ass than should be legal so I want to make sure.”

“Fine.” Jun shrugs, slipping past you while removing his shirt. “Are you coming too?”

The broad expanse of his back disappears behind the bathroom door. A creak preceding the patter of the shower vaguely registers in your brain still operating a mile behind. You don’t follow immediately, unwilling to bear to witness what he needs to get done. And maybe you want him to sweat for it, knock him off balance the same way you’ve been since he asked for this.

But after a few minutes your feet move you his way, clothes falling with each step closer to the cracked door. But not before you snag the bottle of lube out of his bag. You’re almost disappointed by the lack of oddities beyond the strap on.

The hum of his voice bubbles behind the curtain. You find him lathered up when you duck into the stall, foamy tendrils lacing across his back and down his legs.

“Wow, you don’t waste any time.” He jokes, turning over his shoulder to spot the bottle still squeezed tight in your palm.

Shouldering past him into the spray, you scoff. “You asked me to pop your cherry and now you’re complaining?”

Jun doesn’t respond, scrubbing at his skin while following the streams of water webbing over your chest. You don’t object when he pulls you into his orbit, following until your mouths meet with ease. The nudge against your thigh feels juvenile against what you’re about to do but it doesn't stop you from taking advantage.

Water doesn’t provide the smoothest glide but Jun doesn’t seem to mind, bucking into the catch of your palm. He turns pliant with a lazy swipe against his slit and a lick between his teeth. His shoulders shelter you from the downpour as you turn him, slowly dropping down until you’re face to face with his cock.

Blinking lazily, you tongue where he leaks against your fingers, glowing at the twitch muscles across his stomach. Steam shrouds around his face but it can't hide the grind of his jaw.

“Good?”

Jun nods, hands limp at his side. Finding the bottle again, your fingers shine with excess as you reach underneath and glide them across his ass. You suck him down to soften the stretch but Jun doesn’t so much as flinch when your finger slips in without resistance.

Popping off his cock, your eyebrow arches. “Have you done this before?”

“Umm,” he swallows, pinking from the neck up. “Define ‘this’?”

“Had fingers in your ass.”

He hesitates; bashful despite still being stretched over your knuckle. “Yes.”

“Wow, and here I thought I was special.”

Jun’s rebuttal is lost to a groan, ripped out by the curve of your throat against the head of his cock. The timidity of taking his first time evaporates through your veins, replaced by the hunger to be the best he’ll ever get.

A second finger proves little challenge either and you almost pull back to goad him but one glance at Jun’s face hints he might cum if you degrade him too much. Instead, you take the satisfaction of his taste on your tongue as a win and keep curling your fingers until his hips kick.

“More lube,” he croaks.

You rush to do what he asks, pouring so much onto your fingers it drips down his legs when you press back in with a third finger. The new stretch has you gagging on him again.

“Fuck yeah. Oh shit.”

Replacing your mouth with a hand, you lap at the raised vein running from his base to his abs. “How big is the dildo you brought?”

His Adam's apple bobs with your next stroke. “I–Mhmmm.”

“Jun, how big is it?”

The water creeps cold and you're about to start humping his leg if you don’t find something new to distract yourself with. So you stop until he answers.

“Small.”

You reward him with a quick glide but that's all. “Think you’re ready?”

A quick inhale and a nod has you rising to your feet, rinsing off your used hand before turning the faucet and exiting into the chilly air.

“Grab the lub—”

Jun cuts you off with his mouth. He laps away his own taste, nearly bending you in half with enthusiasm. The idea of lifting your leg and letting him fuck you against the counter whispers in the back of your mind; how easy he can fill you before you take him back to your bed and give him the same treatment. But, just based on how he kisses, you can tell if you indulge now then you’ll be much too tired later.

His stomach bows when your nails find his nipple, scraping the sensitive bud on a whim. Something about the way he responds, whiney and breathless, sends you into a frenzy.

“Go grab,” a pass of his teeth, “your bag and,” another draw of his tongue. “Meet me in my room.”

You almost cave to his attempt at drowning you in his affection but you break away, turning back to the shower for the bottle. Jun’s hand ghosts down your spine, fingers digging into the swell of your ass for a second until he dissolves through the door.

Unable to prolong the charade, you follow only a few seconds behind.

Jun sprawls across your bed like a renaissance painting. Nothing but long limbs and lean muscle. Damp skin shimmering like liquid golden in the light of the singular lamp. One leg bent at the knee, not so subtly bringing your gaze to his length; stiff and sticky against his thigh. The harness rests at the foot of the bed, more daunting than the naked man only feet away.

Tossing the bottle of lube down, you grab the tangle of straps and try to orient yourself. It’s straightforward but the crawl of eyes over your body makes you falter.

“Stop staring at me.” You bite when you nearly drop the entire thing.

Jun huffs, an arm flinging over his face. “I grabbed the one with a vibe built in. But you can use the normal one if you want.”

You refuse to dwell on the sweetness in such a vulgar scenario. The thick purple vibrator rests next to a smaller black one, both sleek silicone. If he’s offering you equal pleasure you’d be a fool not to take it so you snatch up the larger of the two and set to work.

The harness shimmies up your hips almost too easily. All it takes is a tug here and a pull there and you’re ready to dick down your hot coworker with a fake cock and too much lube. And its when you notice the ring of plastic on the nightstand.

“What's this?”

You know what it is. Unpacked a box of them a few days ago while he helped a customer pick out a fleshlight. But getting Jun to admit it makes you salivate.

He peeks from behind his hand, eyes dropping to your finger donned with the cock ring. The smirk on your face refuses to be concealed under his view.

“A dick in your ass isn’t enough?” You ask, feigning innocence as you round the bed and sink the cushion under your knees. “Or are you really that much of a freak?”

Jun sinks back. Crawling over him, you plant on his thighs, savoring the twitch of his own cock when you drop the piece of silicon on his stomach. Your fake dick and his real one clash beautifully next to one another. You worry you’ve pushed too far, growing hesitant under his moon eyed gaze.

Raking your nails across his stomach, and Jun finally answers your goad when you reach the crease of his hip.

“I’m—I’m a freak.”

It’s completely silent as you eye one another up. Pupils blown and chest heaving at the cliff you’re about to jump off of.

“Then show me.”

Creeping up his chest, you rest the tip of the strap against the pink of his mouth. He doesn’t miss a beat, leaves no room for any more nerves as he sucks it in, the purple disappearing inch by inch behind his lips.

You should have known he’d be messy, anticipated the way he drools and moans. But it hits you like you can actually feel any pleasure through the faux extension. Even if you don’t feel physical stimulation, his hands at your ass, pushing your hips until you catch his hint and give a few shallow thrusts of your own, makes your ears ring.

Jun campaigns for gold, swallowing around the intrusion like he loves nothing more than taking cock. Like he could cum like this, untouched, gagging on a fake dick while you watch him.

“Shit,” you curse as his nose meets your stomach, bottoming out in the softness of his throat like he’s sucked more dick than you’d believe.

You curse again when one of his hands drops to find the button that’ll make the end of the cock buried inside you vibrate. Hips rutting into the stimulation, tears bead in his eyes while he chokes.

Rising away you push him back when he attempts to follow, “Fuck, thats enough. Jesus Christ.”

You find the bottle of lube and the cock ring. Dribbling a generous dose on his cock, you wait until he starts rolling it down. Jun doesn’t resist the urge to jerk off, knuckles brushing against the spit soaked plastic of the strap.

Tangling your fingers with his own, you squeeze him through a tight fist until he’s kicking.

“Turn around,” you breathe. “Don’t stop, but if you cum I will.”

He doesn’t tell you that he can’t cum with the new addition but the idea that he is staving off licks up your spine.

More lube shines across his ass and you slide the head of the dildo through the mess in a tease, barely nudging at his entrance before moving away. The way he attempts to force you in is nothing compared to the curve of his spine when his chest falls to the sheets.

“C’mon,” he whines.

A fist stops him from sinking back, giving him just an inch of pure frustration and nothing more.

“How bad do you want it?”

“So bad.” Jun groans, gifted with another inch of stretch before you stop him again.

Draping over his back, you nip at his earlobe before whispering, “Then ask for it.”

Rising up, you give a harsh tug of hair, a broken cry cracking through the air.

“Please, please, please,” he chants.

Annoyance taints your sigh, sending you back to square one with the fake cock resting between his cheeks. It’s hard to pretend you’re not just as desperate. Between the heaven blessed image of Jun on his knees, begging for cock, and the vibrations making your thighs twitch, you’re nearly on the verge of begging him to fuck you instead.

You squirt more lube, making it messier like some cheap porno. Clean up will suck but right now you don't care.

“Please what?” You sing, hand massaging the lube between his cheeks.

“Please fuck me!”

You don’t wait for more, rewarding the bare minimum by letting him take as much as he wants as fast as he wants it. There’s no way he’s never done this before. Jun rides dick better than you, keeping pace without faltering and rocking with so much enthusiasm you itch for your phone to record such depravity.

Each clap of his ass against your pelvis rocks the toy just right inside you, until you're seizing. Part of you hates he’s getting you off so easily. And you take it out by leaving a red copy of your hand on his ass.

Jun collapses with a squeak and you follow. Each rut of your hips has him rippling with one of his own, destroyed between the fullness of his ass and the roughness of your sheets against the sensitive tip of his cock.

“Harder,” he whines.

You try. But few pathetic cants leave him crying for more than you can provide with the angle you’re in.

Jun’s limbs shoot out when you sit back, scrambling to be full again. He looks over his shoulder, tears in his eyes as he opens his mouth. No doubt to curse you to high heavens for edging him.

“Flip over.”

On autopilot he flips to his back, knees rising to his chest to show off the damage you’ve done. His cock sits wet and aching, stiff in the confines of the cock ring.

You slip back in, only teasing with more light strokes while working off his confines; the insatiable hunger to see him covered in his own cum infecting your every move. Jun’s lips are bruised, worried between his teeth at ever pass against that spot inside him. It’s worse when you circle his cock. Each jerk in time with your hips sending his head further back into the pillows and baring his throat for whatever marks you want to leave.

But Jun doesn’t crave the sting of your teeth or the plump drag of your tongue. Instead, without an ounce of reserve, he pulls your hand up the dip between his collar bones, blankets your hand with his own, and squeezes.

“You’re such a slut,” you spit, delighting in cutting his next moan off before it can even begin. “Say it. Say you're a slut.”

“I’m a slut!”

“Can’t hear you.”

Flailing under the beratement, Jun groans again. “I’m a slut!”

He’s so easy. So eager to roll in the pleasure and pain you provide. It bleeds through his features, the way his body contorts and his face shifts. It makes you itch to stretch him so far he has no choice but to snap.

“Are you gonna cum?” Your voice is hopeful. Its all you want. All you need. “Is this all it takes? Getting called a slut with your ass full and you’re ready to blow your load?”

Another violent curl of his back until he’s nearly in half. “Shit, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

This time when you stop, Jun takes over immediately. The tip of his cock peaks through his fist, pearly beads dripping until he seizes. Rope after rope paints his chest, crude gems in the low light. Face twisted in pure agony. He looks like a dream. Like a model in the magazines tucked away in the backroom of the shop.

The end of the vibrator buried inside you keeps you at a dull hum. You bubble just on the edge of your orgasm but watching Jun twitch and writhe is better than anything you can possibly think of. Except dipping down and lapping away the stains on his skin, sucking his cum coated nipples until he drives you on to your back.

It takes some maneuvering but he manages to wedge his tongue under the toy and find the patch of nerves like he’s been there a thousand times.

He laps at your clit, hot and languid and dirty; all while he angles the vibrator buried inside you to bully against your front wall, breaking you into a twitching sweaty mess.

“Fuck, oh fuck—don’t stop.”

Your back curves, spine bending almost in half when Jun sucks and delivers another harsh push bordering on cruel. His free hand lands flat on your chest, forcing your shoulders back into the pillows with ease.

“Please, please, please,” you chant, curling your hips up into Jun’s face. He abandons his previous grips, focusing on guiding your body across his tongue until your thighs spasm.

His groans echo loudly despite his face being buried in your cunt; scorching into your muscles until it hurts. Cruel fingers pluck at your nipples, tugging until you yelp and then pinching some more. Jun doesn’t stop until you wedge your fingers between your pussy in his mouth, continuing to lick and suck until he opens his eyes and realizes you're swatting him away.

Croaking an intelligible nose, you collapse; only focused on the soaking kisses across your hips and up your breasts. The tickle of Jun’s bangs against your neck don’t even elicit a response. The room spins as you return to your body. Only the weight of the man on top of you keeps you from floating away.

Later, after another shower that is really only an excuse for some lazy groping and equally lethargic kisses, you cuddle up on the couch. Jun decides your chest is his new home, happily buried between your breasts while the movie drones on in the back. Weed still reeks in the air but it makes the edges hazy, glowing like the sun beats through your veins.

“Ya know,” Jun whispers into your sternum. “Next week we’re getting ball gags.”

It doesn’t throw you off. Your fingers continue combing through his hair, nails scratching his scalp until goosebumps bloom on his bare back. “Let me guess, you wanna try them out?”

“If you’re offering.”

Your next exhale carries you to sleep. “Only if I get to wear it.”

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ghostflowerdreams · 7 months

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Audio Drama Recommendations, Pt. III

Click here for part one and here for part two. Recently, I've been drawing a lot, which gives me plenty of time to listen to audio dramas and podcasts. These are the ones I liked the most and found entertaining enough to recommend to others. This is not in any particular order, either.

The Green Horizon – is a sci-fi comedy drama created and written by Paul Walsh. It is sponsored by Faustian Nonsense, an indie entertainment network. It currently has three seasons, with each episode being about 20 - 30 minutes long, but later on it increases to 30 - 40 minutes. A fourth season is said to be coming out soon as well.

It is set in the year 2261, and it focuses on a ne'er-do-well Irish space captain and his rag-tag crew, as they traverse a war-torn Galaxy in search of fame and fortune. [ONGOING]

It was a little chaotic and rough at the beginning, but it does smooth out and become more polished. I can definitely tell that they up their game with the improved sound effects and production quality. The voice actors and the writing for the audio drama does an excellent job at bringing their characters to life, which made it very fun to follow along.

If you like Firefly, Red Dwarf, Orville, Cowboy Bepop, and so on then I think you may enjoy this too.

DERELICT – is a sci-fi narrative audio drama from award-winning science fiction author J. Barton Mitchell, and produced by Night Rocket Productions. It currently has one season titled FATHOM, which consist of 10 episodes with each one ranging from 40 mins to an hour, mostly the latter.

Something has been found at the bottom of Earth's ocean. An ancient artifact that can only be described as a giant door, inset into the sea floor. It becomes known as the Vault. A gigantic enigma, buried and forgotten...nineteen thousand feet down.

To study the artifact, the galaxy's most powerful corporation, Maas-Dorian, has built a massive, self-contained, secret laboratory base surrounding it, named FATHOM. It's objective: unlock the secrets of the artifact and discover what it holds. But some mysteries should remain buried. And some doors should never be opened... [ONGOING]

DERELICT started as the first project set up as a kickstarter. They produced one episode to entice backers, but then the pandemic happened, and they didn’t raise enough money for the rest of it. Instead, they worked on a prequel season called FATHOM. It's where the story really starts, and I highly suggest you listen to it before listening to "DERELICT E1 - Through the Gate."

I hope they redo the DERELICT's first episode because there's a bit of disconnection from it and FATHOM. For example, Sarah and Agent Blayne already know each other. She mentions it to the others, but the conversation they have with each other doesn’t make it seem that way.

Never mind. I apparently confused this Sarah with the Sarah in FATHOM. Can't blame me for thinking that when I heard the name Sarah and that she was already familiar with Agent Blayne.

Deviser – is a sci-fi horror audio drama created, directed, acted and produced by Harlan Guthrie. The same creator of Malevolent. It's a 7-part limited series, with each episode being about 20 mins long.

Son wakes up aboard a spaceship bound for earth in an effort to recolonize. What he discovers, however, will change everything he knows about his world and himself. [COMPLETED]

It's not for everyone, so please do not ignore the content warnings because there's graphic description of violence, self harm, body horror, gore, animal death/being hurt, and what not.

Victoriocity – is a detective comedy audio drama written by Chris and Jen Sugden, directed by Nathan Peter Grassi and produced by Dominic Hargreaves. It is an entirely independent production. It has two seasons, containing 13 episodes in total, and each one is about 30 to 45 minutes long. There's also a feature-length special and a up-coming third season with the help of a kickstarter.

It is 1887 in Even Greater London, an alternate steampunk Victorian London, where Queen Victoria reigns even after being assassinated eleven times, thanks to the wonders of modern science.

In this vast metropolis, Inspector Archibald Fleet and journalist Clara Entwhistle investigate a murder, only to find themselves at the centre of a conspiracy of impossible proportions. [ONGOING]

It's put together so well, and I see why people say it gives off strong Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett vibes to it. So if you like their works, then I wouldn't be surprised to hear that you like this too.

Impact Winter – is an apocalyptic vampire audio drama created and written by Travis Beacham (Carnival Row, Pacific Rim). It has two seasons containing 22 episodes in total and each one is about 17 to 30 minutes long.

“They came after the impact and the firestorms. When the sun went dark. Like they’d been there all along. Just waiting.”

In the British countryside, a band of survivors forms a resistance in the fallout shelter of a medieval castle. Darcy is a battle-tested vampire hunter who is at the front line, leading the charge to save humanity. Meanwhile, her younger sister Hope wants life to return to normal so she can go above ground and know what it’s like to live again. And she just might be willing to risk it all. [ONGOING]

It has a stacked cast led by Holliday Grainger (Cinderella, Great Expectations), Esme Creed-Miles (Hanna, The Legend of Vox Machina), Liam Cunningham (Games of Thrones, Hunger), Himesh Patel (Station Eleven, Tenet), David Gyasi (Interstellar, Carnival Row), Caroline Ford (Carnival Row, Nekrotronic), Chloe Pirrie (Emma, Carnival Row), and Bella Ramsey (Games of Thrones, The Last of Us).

This reminded me a lot of the film 30 Days of Nights (2007) with a little bit of Reign of Fire (2002), which were both fun films to watch. I think if you like those two, especially the former, you'll enjoy this or at least be entertained by it.

A Voice From Darkness – is a scripted paranormal horror audio drama. It is written and produced by Jac Rhys. It currently has two seasons, containing 20 episodes in total and each one is about 20 to 30 minutes long. It also has 7 bonus voicemail episodes and 15 Patreon exclusive episodes which are longer than the main episodes. A third season in the works as well.

Join parapsychologist and radio broadcaster Dr. Malcolm Ryder as he helps those who suffer the supernatural, paranormal or otherworldly problems on his call-in radio show. It is also interspersed with segments, one of which is called 'Today In Odd America' that delves into the origins of a holiday, local traditions, and history. [ONGOING]

If you like Welcome To Night Vale then I think you'll like this too. A Voice From Darkness is a bit more serious and not as long-drawn as Night Vale was, with a perfect mix of storytelling and lore. It also reminds me a bit of The Magnus Archive too.

How i Died – is a mystery audio drama that brings a "new twist on the true crime genre." It is an Audiohm Media original production, co-starring Vince Dajani as Jon Spacer and Shaina Waring as Sheriff Fran Crowley. It currently has three seasons with 39 episodes in total, not including bonus episodes. Each episode is usually about 20 mins, give or take a few minutes.

Bodies are piling up in the strange town of Springfield, and forensic pathologist Jonathan Spacer intends to find out why. But, Jon isn’t without his own secrets… He can talk to the dead, for starters. [ONGOING]

Ooo, a character that can speak to the dead? It's always so interesting to see what they'll do with their ability and where the creators take them. This has been entertaining, but at times I do think they can do better in developing their characters a bit more. For example, I can count on one hand the number of times Crowley doesn't get angry. Though to be fair, Jon isn't an immediately likable character, but that does change the further you go...sorta.

The Amelia Project – is a comedy fiction audio drama created, written, directed, produced and edited by Philip Thorne and Øystein Ulsberg Brager for Imploding Fictions and The Fable and Folly Network. It currently has four seasons, with a fifth one on the way. There's about 72 episodes, not including prologue, special, and BTS episodes which would up the total to 122. Each episode also varies in length from 20 to 45 minutes long.

The Amelia Project is a secret agency that fakes its clients' deaths, then lets them reappear with a brand-new identity. A black comedy full of secrets, twists... and cocoa. The series starts as a succession of interviews with clients who want to fake their deaths, then slowly a larger narrative begins to emerge... Each episode tells its own story, but we recommend starting with Season 1. [ONGOING]

It was fun to listen to while I was drawing or washing the dishes. I could also follow along without becoming too distracted by it, either. I was worried it would be one of those that take a while to get to the main overall story, but thankfully it did not. It will definitely keep you entertained and interested to know what will happen next.

Community Cat News – is a neighborhood news show done from the perspective of cats. There's currently 13 episodes so far and each one varies from 5 to 12 minutes long.

Local News: The human is opening the fridge! Will we get a taste?

Foreign Affairs: What are those squirrels up to now?

Traffic: WHY is the bathroom door shut again?

Every episode is sponsored by Meow Meow Puffytail, Feline Rights Attorney, who is ready to sue your human for even the slightest inconvenience. [ONGONG]

It's cute, light-hearted, and funny. I didn't expect to enjoy this as much as I did. It even uplifted my mood.

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bonny-kookoo · 11 months

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Jungkook

𝓘 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 (say it back) [𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑]

He's the introvert tall guy dressed in black who always picks you up from work, makes sure you drink enough water, and that you stay out of trouble. In a way, some might think it must be tiring to have a partner that's just so different than yourself- but he wouldn't have it any other way.

Tags/Warnings: Girly!Reader, Introvert!Jungkook, non-idol AU, opposites attract AU?, established relationship, Angst, Major Fluff, some drama, Slice of Life (like Good Girl AU for example), mc is kook's biggest simp, kook is kind of overwhelmed by her love sometimes, but it's fine they both cute

Length: No chapter limit set. Story will simply update randomly and focus on asks/requests.

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You run into the bedroom where Jungkook is currently playing his video game, barely covered by a towel, hair up in a bun that's pretty much held together only by hopes and wishes.

"Jungkook!" You call out excitedly, and he pauses his game in a well used-to manner, making space so you can hop onto his lap, his controller falling onto the floor as he looses grip on it- more so concerned with holding you on his legs as you wiggle around. "Shower with me." You demand, and he sighs, looking over to his TV screen, inner battle hard to decide. "Jungkookie, please!" You whine, and he plays with his lip piercing.

"You know what happened last time." He worries. "You almost hit your head when you slipped-" He reminds you, but you just roll your eyes.

"There's nothing in it anyways-" You start jokingly, but he instead flicks his fingers against your forehead scoldingly, reminding you that he's not too fond of your own demeaning jokes against yourself, even if you don't out any honesty in those words. "-Kookie please, you've been at it for hours and I wanna have some quality time with my hot sexy anime boyfriend!" You huff, and he frowns a bit at that, confused.

"I'm your what now?" He wonders, and you laugh, running your fingers through his by now pretty long hair. He himself doesn't really know what you see in him- but he knows you love both him, and his appearance a lot, no matter if he just woke up, if he's sick, or if he's looking his best.

'You're like, my biggest boy-crush, ever!', he remembers you confessing to him one night in his apartment as you had shared pizza- just after he'd opened the glass bottle of strawberry ramune for you with one hand. 'like, please crush me with those hands, mister!' you had dramatically whined, and back then, he had taken it as nothing but playful joking.

Oh how dense he'd been.

"No really! You kind of look like Miyamura Izumi from Horimiya-" You tell him, pink sparkling acrylics combing over his scalp in a way that would make him purr, if he was a cat. "-a bit more buff and with more tattoos, but still. We gotta watch that show by the way, it's so cute!" You giggle, and he swallows down his own shyness creeping up. Even after half a year of dating you, he's not yet used to your boldness when it comes to complimenting him. He's not really used to it. Maybe never will.

But then again, he also thought of you as nothing but a hollow barbie doll come to life, in the beginning. Come to discover, you're not at all empty inside- but filled to the brim with color, by now having started to paint his life and even himself in more hues than he's ever really thought existed.

"Please.!" You try again, attempting your best puppydog eyes- though he's a little distracted by your cleavage dangerously exposed, towel hardly holding on. "Oh! I bought a new brand of body-scrub, by the way! Strawberry sugar, the one you said you liked when I first came over?" You remember, and he nods, sharing the excitement a lot more subtly than you, who's buzzing just at the thought of your new purchase.

"I remember that. It smelled really nice- but I thought it was discontinued?" He wonders, pulling out the hairtie from your bun to make a proper one for you.

"Oh it is! It's a different brand this time, but it smells pretty much the same.. and the container is like, bio-something, like, it's not plastic-"

"Biodegradable?" He asks with a smile, and you snap your fingers at him.

"So smart, those glasses really aren't just to look good." You praise, and he chuckles. "Anyway I'll scrub your pretty skin down top to bottom if you shower with me and maybe give me a handjob?" You ask, and he sighs a bit bashful. Sex is a big part of your relationship- you're very open with it, show your love in a more physical way than he does. He's never really been a cuddler, or someone to hold hands with- even kissing in public had been nothing but a myth to him prior to dating you.

These days? He can't seem to escape you- and he doesn't want to, either.

Sex has turned from something.. well, somewhat enjoyable to him, to something exciting and even romantic, even during the most messy encounters. It's like he's gotten a unique craving just for the taste of your way of love him- a craving only you can really satisfy.

"I'll even suck you off-" You start again, and at that he averts his eyes, shaking his head with a laugh and red ears, showing clearly that he's caving in, making you laugh as you get up- towel dropping, leaving you completely naked as you run into the bathroom, only turning around for a second to peek around the doorway into the bathroom, bare chest clearly visible as you see him pick up the towel. "oops." You tease, and at that, he suddenly dashes towards you-

easily catching your naked body in his arms as he closes the bathroom door behind him.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine

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broodybuck · 4 months

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Title: Milk Bar

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, omega verse, milking, college AU, alpha Steve, omega Bucky

[ao3 link]

The Milk Bar had a simple purpose, to milk. It was established in most omega schools by the late 1900s when they discovered that omegas will chafe from too much masturbation while in heat. They found they were too desperate to use their slick properly and ergo the no masturbation rule for omegas came into play.

In the beginning, there was some retaliation to the rule and the construction of the Milk Bar but after a short time, omegas fell privy to the convenience and enjoyment of it.

Over time, the Milk Bar has become fully customizable. Each omega fills out exactly how they want to be milked whether that be by a machine, toy, a professor's hand, or a professor's cock. The bar assures full anonymity for both sides and the bar is open 24 hours.

When Bucky first got to university, he hated the idea. He even rebelled when he got his first heat at school and secretly got himself off during the nights. But the chafing was worse than ever since he was so rushed to get through it in the limited hours under his bedsheets.

Eventually, he stubbornly tried the bar and ordered a toy. And yeah, it was nice. Alone in a soundproof room with a slicked up toy that got him off so well he couldn't resist coming back.

The more he went back, the more he wanted. He couldn't help himself, every sign of a boner and Bucky was rerouting to the bar after class, before bed, during lunch. Basically, all the time.

Finally, the day came when Bucky swallowed his pride and ordered a professor's hand. Bucky wasn't sure what to expect and he walked into the room hesitantly.

Ends up, this service is similar to a glory hole except it's more like five-star establishment glory hole. The hole is built into a velvet patterned wall with a spongey rim. There's a plush cushion set on the floor so that kneeling will be more comfortable.

Bucky settles onto the cushion. He unzips his fly slowly, gulps down a lump of nerves and then pushes his hard cock through the soft hole. Already, the spongey texture hugs the base nicely. He has the urge to slide his cock back out then in again and get himself off on that alone but he doesn't have the chance when a warm hand wraps around him.

The movement is careful at first. Slow, calculated. He feels fingertips graze over the head of his cock and he shudders. Maybe he was missing out, he thinks. Using toys all this time doesn't quite compare to a human touch.

The hand grips him firmly and strokes down his entire length. Bucky coughs out an uneven moan. The unknown, the anticipation of what the man — or hand — will do to him is making Bucky's gut coil with excitement. Yeah, this might be a whole lot better.

"You must've been waiting for this," a voice speaks from the other side of the wall.

Bucky tenses, he wasn't expecting the person to talk. Is that part of the service, he wonders. There were no specifics in the order form.

"Poor head is all red and swollen. You're leaking, honey. Oh, you need this bad," the voice goes on.

Bucky shivers. Damn, the voice is nice. It's low and deep, definitely a man. And the way the man's talking to him is making his skin burn in all the right ways. He wouldn't be opposed to more dirty talk. So he answers.

"Been holding out all class," he replies and he's embarrassed by the crack in his voice. He's still nervous, he's never done this.

"Awe, poor thing," the voice coos and strokes him tightly.

The grip stays firm and makes sure to pull all the way from the base to the very tip. It's not until the palm circles his head, his thumb pressing into the slit that Bucky moans wanting and loud.

He bites down on his lip, feeling his face flush even though the other man can't see him — won't even know who he is. Still, he's embarrassed. But the man on the other side hums contently.

"That's it, honey. Let it happen. I know how much you need this."

Bucky whines at that, god it's really doing something for him. No more toys ever, he thinks right before his brain goes blank because the man starts stroking him rough and fast, focusing mostly on the head before another hand squeezes through the hole to cup his balls.

Bucky pushes forward on instinct trying to fit his balls through the hole, trying to give as much of himself as he can to this stranger who's helping him so well.

It's perfect then, the man plays with his balls and strokes his cock with a fervor Bucky can't usually maintain himself. And then there's something wet on the head — oh fuck, a tongue. Bucky has no idea if this is included in "Professor's hand" he's pretty sure it's fucking not but he doesn't give a single fuck.

Bucky's hipbones thump against the wall as he thrusts forward, desperate for more. He wants the man to put his whole mouth around him, swallow him down. He keeps pushing against the wall in a sad attempt to get it.

"Oh please," he hears himself plead. "Oh god."

He never gets more than the tongue teasing the tip but everything the professor is doing is more than enough to send him straight over the edge. And Bucky howls. Honestly, he swears he's way too loud but his orgasm bursts out of him so unexpectedly he can't help what broken sound escapes him.

His forehead drops against the velvet. He pants roughly as he feels the hands release him and fall away. He pouts, truly pouts, because he wants those hands back, that tongue back — that voice.

Don't go, he wants to say but it's their job to leave. This is it, this is all he ordered.

He's not sure if the man is still there by the time Bucky finally picks himself up and rezips his fly. But he still says it out loud just in case.

"I'm coming back after my class... at 7."

He walks out on shaky limbs.

And it's crazy, there's no reason to hope the same man will be there. He'll never know who it is and all he did was talk a little sultry to him. Maybe they all do that... guess he'll find out, Bucky supposes.

~~~

He's back sliding his cock through the hole more eagerly this time. A hand wraps around him. Bucky closes his eyes.

"You're just as hard as last time, honey," the voice says.

"It's you," Bucky lights up, eyes open wide again.

"Of course, figured your message earlier was a request for me. I hope so, at least."

"Yes."

"Good," the voice hums, making his fist stroke with his fist. "Been thinking about this sweet cock for hours."

Bucky shivers, smiling now, and pressing as much as he can against the wall.

"Please, it's so good," Bucky mumbles.

The man fists him in tight strokes, slowly at first, before picking up the pace. He reaches for the balls. Bucky thrusts forward. This time the man pulls them forward so they're pressed tightly under his cock, squished to the rim of the hole. The professor teases his balls gently as his other hand plays with the leaking slit.

Bucky moans brokenly. His hips hump the wall in short spurts letting the spongey rim stroke the base of his cock as the man on the other side services the rest.

The tongue is introduced a few minutes later and Bucky whines breathlessly when he feels the first lick against his tip.

"Please, please," Bucky mews.

The tongue pauses momentarily before a pair of lips engulfs the head of his cock. Bucky sucks in a breath of anticipation. The heat of the mouth stays fixated around just the head but it's enough. Bucky comes in pulses, immediately, right into the man's mouth.

Then a cold air hits him brutally as everything falls away again.

It's no surprise Bucky keeps telling the man exactly when he'll return. It happens three more times before the man changes.

Bucky's so disappointed when he feels a different hand wrap around him. When the new person doesn't speak a word to him, it takes Bucky double the time to get off. And at one point, he hears a huff of annoyance on the other side of the wall when it takes that long.

Bucky's scared to go back now. It was so different with someone else and there's no guarantee he'll get the man with the pleasant voice. So Bucky goes back to the toys but he's missing the mystery man like a song he's desperate to play on repeat.

~~~

One day after class, Bucky walks out half hard. It's frustrating at this point to think about going to the bar for a mere plastic toy. It doesn't feel enough anymore.

He stands in front of the door to the Milk Bar contemplating his order. He doesn't want an irritable, silent hand again. He'd take any toy over that. But is the small chance worth it to order a Professor's hand again in hopes it'll be him.

Eventually, Bucky realizes he's got to go in. He's starting throbbing in his jeans. He tugs on himself discreetly before stepping up to grab the handle of the door when it swings open.

The door hits him in the shoulder and he tumbles backward falling onto the ground.

"Shit, I'm so sorry."

Bucky stiffens, he can't move even as a hand grabs his elbow and tries to help him up.

"I'm sorry about that," the voice says again.

Bucky looks up, eyes wide with disbelief, and stares into the face of an attractive older man. Eyes blue as the ocean, blonde hair with waves to match, and a voice he recognizes far too well.

Bucky's speechless and it worries the man. He helps Bucky to his feet and steps back with a frown.

"Are you okay, are you hurt?"

Bucky shakes his head, his skin starts to tingle with every familiar note he gets.

"I'm... Bucky," he says and puts his hands out.

"Oh, I'm Steve or well, Professor Rogers. I don't think I've had you in class before," he replies, shaking Bucky's hand.

And Bucky feels the memorable warmth and smoothness of the palm in his. He holds on tightly, not letting the man's hand go. Steve's brows knit together in confusion.

"No, you haven't," Bucky answers. "But I think we've met."

Steve still looks lost, he glances down at their hands, then shakes his head with more confusion.

Bucky motions to the bar behind them and Steve's eyes go wide.

"Oh, no. That's completely anonymous," Steve objects.

"I told you when I'd be back but you weren't there."

Steve's mouth parts. "That was you?"

"It wasn't the same," Bucky frowns, finally letting Steve's hand go.

"What do you mean?"

"No one does it like you," Bucky's voice cracks but he doesn't care this time. He's finally found the man behind the wall and he can't let him go now.

Steve's face morphs into something else, his eyes darken.

"Well, no one's ever answered me before."

Bucky smiles, he can't help it from spreading across his face.

"Please, could we..."

"The bar has to be anonymous, you can't request me."

Bucky sighs.

"But now that we've met outside the bar..." Steve points out, "we could go somewhere else."

~~~

They stumble into Steve's place. He switches the lights on, kicks the door shut and leads Bucky to his bedroom kissing him all the while.

He crawls over Bucky on the bed, kisses him everywhere. This is what the bar is missing, Bucky thinks. Kissing. Bucky loves it, he squirms in delight kissing the man back as best he can.

"Want more," Bucky breathes.

"Mhm?"

"More than your hand. Want your cock, Steve."

"Fuck," Steve growls and latches his mouth onto Bucky's neck before he kisses down to his collar.

He lifts Bucky's shirt up kissing the skin revealed underneath. He licks over a nipple and Bucky shudders. He moans when Steve's lips suck down. He grabs Steve's hair, moaning in his ear as Steve moves to the next nipple.

"You're sensitive," Steve hums happily.

He kisses down Bucky's ribcage and Bucky sucks in sharp breaths feeling a fiery heat spread over him.

Steve sits up, his hands collecting at the fly of Bucky's pants. He runs a hand over the bulge there.

"You need it as bad as last time?" Steve teases.

"Worse," Bucky huffs, his hips bucking into the air.

Steve chuckles darkly pushing his waist back down.

"Well, I better see for myself," Steve says and undoes the fly, slipping his hand inside to pull Bucky out.

Bucky's aching in his hand. He bites back a whine as Steve holds him. It feels as perfect as he remembers.

"More Steve," Bucky whines again trying to push up into his hand but Steve won't budge.

"I know, honey. You want me to fuck you. And I intend to."

Bucky shivers with his words. It makes Steve smile and he leans down to kiss the head of the cock. He sticks his tongue out and laps gently over the tip. Bucky breathes out shakily.

"I wasn't supposed to do this at the bar," Steve says in between short licks. "But I couldn't resist. Once I saw this pretty cock."

Bucky moans in response.

"I needed it. You knew," Bucky whimpers.

Steve lets out a satisfied growl at that and rewards Bucky by sucking the head into his mouth. He lets his lips slide further down this time, eyes trained on Bucky as he taunts him with more and more of his hot mouth.

"Yes, please."

Steve smiles around him and finally, swallows him down to the base. Bucky moans out a long and loud. He tries to savor the feeling but then Steve lifts up much too soon.

"It killed me when you begged me," Steve pants over him. He kisses him hard and then grabs his cock, stroking him steadily in between them. "God, Bucky you're the only one I had to touch myself with at the bar."

Bucky whines desperately, fuck, it's the hottest picture Steve could've ever put in his head.

His hips lift again as Steve's fist moves up and down him.

"More, Steve. Please, please."

"I know, honey," Steve coos and lets go of his cock.

He slides Bucky's pants and underwear off, brings three fingers to his mouth and slurps on them vigorously. He wets Bucky's rim, licks his fingers again, and sticks the first one inside.

Bucky's body instantly reacts. Slick drips out of him, coating Steve's hand and his thighs.

"Fuck, honey. Look how bad you need it."

Bucky nods, pushing his hips forward, and biting his lip.

"Tell me, 'mega, what do you need?" Steve asks.

"Your cock, alpha," Bucky mewls.

Steve growls with a smile and whips his hand back. He tears open his pants and pulls his cock out. Bucky drools at the sheer size of him. Then sucks it all back in when Steve shoves it inside him in one hard thrust. He cries out, slick pours out of him. Steve captures his mouth in a filthy kiss.

"We can't do this at the bar," Steve croons as his hips jolt into a cruel and fast pace. "Can't watch your face, can't see what my cock is doing to you."

Bucky whines, hugging Steve tight as his cock rubs over his prostate repeatedly.

"Yeah, I know sweet thing. I know how bad it is. I'm gonna help you, just take it," Steve coaxes.

More slick gushes out of Bucky. Another kiss invades his mouth. Steve's tongue invites himself in and then Steve starts ramping up the pace. Pounding his cock into him like it's his job.

Bucky's eyes roll back, he's already too close.

"That's it, honey. You need this," Steve husks and grabs his cock to pry the come out of him.

It works, much too immediately, and Bucky starts shaking as he comes.

Steve sits back to admire his work. Bucky's come spread over his stomach. Steve smiles right before he pulls back and then slams into him again. Then he fucks him that hard until he comes and Bucky's nutting all over again.

They catch their breath together. Bucky can already feel how sticky he is with the mess of slick and come between his thighs but he doesn't care. He kisses Steve's shoulder until the man picks his head up and kisses him on the lips.

"Feel better?" Steve asks.

Bucky nods breathlessly. Steve pulls out and easily scoops Bucky into his arms, flipping them around so Bucky's curled into his chest as Steve rests against the headboard.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Steve says kissing Bucky's forehead.

"For what?"

"For letting me see you."

#stucky #stucky fanfiction #stucky smut #oneshot #omega verse #stucky fic

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akkrosu · 10 months

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Thank you, @recentadultburnout, for tagging me and asking for my nine favorite TV shows! I might have gone a little overboard because I haven’t been tagged a lot before, but please indulge me.

This is going to be limited to QLs, if only because I couldn’t think of a single piece of Western (or straight) media I love and/or remember well enough to be able to put on this list. The ones I have chosen are below, in no particular order.

1. The Untamed

This one belongs here both for being a fantastic story and for being the reason I even discovered any of the other series on this list. My entire “obsessed with Asian queer media” thing started all because a friend once told me, “Let me show you what I’ve been watching recently.” What can I say, drunk Lan Zhan got to me.

2. Moonlight Chicken

One of the most beautiful, thought-provoking and mature series I’ve ever seen, QL or otherwise. P’Aof is a genius and I would have to hide in shame if I didn’t have at least one of his works on this list. He created a narrative of six real people trying to figure out life and how to be happy and there is so much strength in every single one of them.

3. Not Me

With at least three watchthroughs one of my most-watched BLs. I mean, OffGun and the social commentary and political action and the queerness of it all and the characters. Ugh, I love this show. Plus, the music and musical editing were phenomenal.

4. Where Your Eyes Linger

Probably my favorite Korean BL ever? Also the KBL to really get me into KBLs, so it already deserves a medal for that (I was missing out on so much). I’m a sucker for good yearning and forbidden relationships, and this series gave me everything I wanted. And, again, the soundtrack. The instrumental of See U playing as Kang Gook storms Tae Joo’s dad’s house lives rent-free in my mind.

5. HIStory 3: Make Our Days Count

Yes, it’s the other HIStory 3, the one everyone ignores because ‘he went out to buy salt’. Look, don’t judge me, I own up to my love for this series. It’s not the show’s fault all anyone ever remembers is the tragic ending. It’s also such a beautiful story about a total dork falling in love with a lonely nerd and defying all odds to be with him. Plus, the best sibling relationship ever. And (spoiler) said dork dying doesn’t invalidate everything else the series tells us. Yes, it was sad, but I can deal with the sadness. And sometimes, the sadness is as much part of a show as it is of life.

6. The Eclipse

This series haunts me to this day. I was obsessed with it, and I still am. Akk is one of my favorite characters ever written, and First portrayed him beautifully. So did Khaotung with Ayan. The sheer existence of P’Golf baffles my mind to this day. These 12 episodes gave me everything I’ve ever wanted.

7. The Eighth Sense

I take back what I said about Where Your Eyes Linger. This is my favorite KBL. I’m not even sure I can explain why. It’s just so honest. And so, so queer. It made me cry so many times, and the storytelling was magnificent. Plus, it’s one of the few full-length KBLs we have.

8. We Best Love

The cups in my profile picture are the ones Yu Zhenxuan and Pei Shouyi drink out of in the flashbacks of the second season, so... yeah.

This was my very first QL that wasn’t a bromance, and so I’m very biased. I’m almost mad at myself for making this my first one, because sometimes it feels like nothing else could ever live up to it. I admit to having a special love for season 1, even though season 2 seems to be the one people talk about a lot more. It’s just perfect, everything about it. Especially Gao Shide’s mom.

9. My School President

What a phenomenal show. I remember how much I was looking forward to Fridays during the time this was airing, and each week it gave me everything I wanted. Gemini and Fourth are fantastic actors, the friend groups made me cry all the time, it’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen, and there are some absolute bangers in there, musically speaking. Gun and Tinn will always have a special place in my heart.

Some honorable mentions because it’s really hard to pin down exactly nine:

Never Let Me Go – I spent a lot of time debating whether to put this or MSP in this list because I love them both equally. And because they aired around the same time, they are sort of irrevocably tied together in my mind.

Big Dragon – I loved this significantly more than I ever expected to, and I can’t be impartial about Yai to this day, because I love him with all my heart. This was such a messy, weird, chaotic show, and yet it somehow gave us such beauty and sappy people in love.

Step by Step – It doesn’t get to be on the list because it hasn’t finished airing yet, and so it could still fuck up, but if it keeps going like this, it is definitely going to become one of my favorites. (Same with Be My Favorite, honestly.)

I don’t know many people around here, and certainly not many I wouldn’t feel awkward tagging, but I’ll just be awkward anyway and kindly ask @ellaspore and @biochemjess if they feel up for it. I wanna know! (No pressure, though.)

#the untamed #cql #moonlight chicken #not me the series #where your eyes linger #history 3: make our days count #history 3: modc #the eclipse #the eighth sense #we best love #my school president

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antimony-medusa · 11 months

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Fic Recs May '23

What did I read this month? I didn't do as much reading this much, but here's some good ones I hit! Mostly DSMP, again, because I am Just That Way.

The Fics - Oneshots

Monsoon over Water by InsomniWillow Fandom: QSMP Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Ángel Missael Castañeda Vega | MissaSinfonia/Phil Watson | Philza, Chayanne (QSMP) & Ángel Missael Castañeda Vega | MissaSinfonia & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Good Parenting, Adoption, Chayanne uses sign language, Hurt/Comfort Length: 1/1 chapters 4,207 words.

Migrating pair of mers Missa and Phil find someone has been trying to steal their things, but it turns out it's not an enemy at all, but a much smaller problem. So adorable.

rousseau's man in the state of nature by honeyblock Fandom: DSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Niki | Nihachu & Wilbur Soot, Jschlatt & Niki | Nihachu, Jschlatt & Niki | Nihachu & Wilbur Soot Tags: Prequel, Niki | Nihachu-centric, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Friendship, Wilbur Soot is Not Okay, Jschlatt is Not Okay, Niki | Nihachu is Not Okay, no one is okay sorry. but they have each other, no one survives a trio friendship Length: 1/? chapters 5,979 words.

Before everything started, before presidency and treason and bakeries, Niki Nihachu, cocktail waitress, meets a charming swindler. A wonderful niki voice and I'm so interested to see honeyblock explores these jagged-edge friendships, and where it goes.

how complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is by Bee_4 Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Rating: Teen Warnings: Major Character Death Relationship: Jimmy | Solidarity, Skizzleman (Video Blogging RPF), Joel | SmallishBeans, Death - Character Tags: Limited Life SMP Spoilers, Limited Life SMP - Session 7, Character Study Length: 1/1 chapters 531 words

The first three people out of limited life react to their deaths. This one hits espcially hard if you've read Diskworld I think, but it's not necessary. Just a mostly-dialogue character study, and it's so good.

self-improvement* by honoraryangel Fandom: QSMP Rating: Teen Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationship: Rafael Lange | Cellbit & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: anger issues, Sparring, It's Not Paranoia If They're Really Out To Get You, constant escape-route-generating Philza, Paranoid Cellbit, i gave cellbit the ARG protagonist diseases, Protective Cellbit, philza put all his points in wis and dex, No Problems are Meaningfully Solved, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Bad coping mechanisms, Character Study Length: 1/1 chapters 4,501 words

Cellbit asks Phil to help with something he's been worried about lately. They continue.

This is SUCH a good paranoid Philza— you normally don't get phil anxiety written out and it's so good here! And another notch on the "Cellbit is becoming my blorbo by proxy because he is so many people's blorbo" tally.

Spock 🖖 by astris, WerewolvesAreReal Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: James T. Kirk/Spock Tags: Kirk discovers he is morosexual, Crack, Texting Length: 1/1 chapters 3,628 words

Okay so I love a crackfic if it's done well, and this is done very well. Spock learns that sometimes people use Emojis to substitute for body language and convey tone. So he starts using them. The ship goes insane. It's very funny.

Performance Evaluations by glossyblue Fandom: Hermitcraft Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags: Season 9 RenTheKing arc, Humor Length: 1/1 chapters 553 words

Ren the King does a performance evaluation of his court, with commentary by Bdubs. SCREAMINGLY funny, and excellent use of the format.

Dead Heat by glossyblue Fandom: 3rd Life SMP Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Grian/Scar, Etho/Bdubs, Joel/Lizzie, Martyn Littlewood/Rendog Tags: Alternate Universe - The Great British Bake Off Fusion, Comedy, takes bits from 3L and LL but mainly it's jokes about cooking Length: 1/1 chapters 1,707 words

Outstanding 3rd Life week by week recap of a Bake Off. I want to watch this so bad. Lizzie makes a cake with a genuine air of threat. Etho is rumoured to have invented the victoria sponge. Bdubs betrays Tango.

The Fics - Multichapter

jevin's egg disaster by Bee_4 Fandom: Hermitcraft Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Jevin | iJevin & ZombieCleo, Hermitcraft Ensemble Tags: Crack, like this is pure crack, Hermitcraft Season 9, Animal Instincts, but like in the dumbest way possible, i would tag this as having children but they're more like gremlins, Ficlet Collection Length: 11/11 chapters 6,566 words

Oh man so just sat bolt upright remembering this one and sought it out and then was like "HOW DID I FORGOT TO BOOKMARK THIS". Anyways Jevin hides easter eggs. And then they, despite being papier mache, start to hatch. And then there are mini hermits running around. It is so so so funny.

You Either Die a Hero by WriterGreenReads Fandom: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game) Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza Tags: Queerplatonic Relationships, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Winged Phil Watson (Video Blogging, Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza-centric, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), BAMF Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), BAMF Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), The Hero Comission Sucks, Two Storylinee, no beta we die like unnamed villain #3 Length: 9/? chapters 24,031 words

Superhero AU Superhero AU Superhero AU. Okay so I know we've all read a lot of superhero aus, but this one is EMDUO CENTRIC. And Techno is a villain and phil is a hero and they FIGHT. And benchtrio is there being vigilantes I guess, but PHIL AND TECHNO GET TO BE AWESOME and there is KIDNAPPING (for fun) and when I tell you I am having a GREAT time. *points* It's my blorbos and they're superheros!

Misery Meat by ReturnsNull Fandom: Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationship: Technoblade & Tommyinnit Tags: Alternate Universe - Serial Killers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Dark Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Kidnapping, spoilers in the tags, Cannibalism, Stockholm Syndrome, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better Length: 19/? chapters 117,709 words

Okay so this one is in my notes as "Bedrock Bros but there are some small problems in the relationship". Cause OH BOY. The premise is that Tommy walks in on a murder but the serial killer doesn't kill kids so he just takes him. And then tommy is a prisoner. And it goes from there. It's got really good character voice, and it's a really fantastic exploration of abuse and fucked up power dynamics, and at the same time I LIKE the characters and I want a happy ending, but we can't have one, because one of the people in this friendship is a serial killer holding the other prisoner. It's REALLY good.

#fic recs #fic rec #dsmp #hermitcraft #3rd life smp #star trek actually #qsmp #mcyt

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Masterlist

WC: 2.5K

Flower symbolism: Ghost's bouquet: Orange lily (hatred), thyme (courage), dark crimson rose (mourning) Soap's Bouquet: Heliotrope (devotion), marjoram (joy), sunflower (adoration)

This fic is rated Mature

For those who prefer Ao3

If life imitated the movies, this is how the stakeout would go: Simon and Soap arrive via a helicopter four times the size of the safehouse and land perfectly on the side of the hill next to their destination while going completely undetected by the enemy forces, or any life form within a 20 kilometer radius for that matter, allowing for Simon and Soap to casually stroll into the safehouse with nothing but the t-shirts on their backs and the pistols tucked into their jeans, Lithuanian frost be damned.

The cramped quarters resemble a mini-base, tables and wires connecting enough monitors for a small contingent, but the equipment would barely be warm before Soap exclaims “We got him!”. So, through the view of basic binoculars - high tech equipment be damned - a crystal clear image of General Ghorbrani and the entirety of the Al Quds leadership confirms their target. Cut 30 minutes later, chests heaving, arms covered in blood, and Soap’s shirt in tatters, all 100 of the Al Quds guards lay still on the ground, and Soap stands over the unconscious body of General Ghorbrani.

“Target secured,” Simon says into the radio, and with a job well done, the two soldiers walk out into the sunset, Ghorbrani over Soap’s shoulder, and the blades of the helo thrumming before Simon can decide what he’s ordering for dinner.

Staring through the small telescope propped on the sill, watching a warehouse that had just enough personnel going in and out of it to still be considered operational, Simon didn’t blame the production companies for taking creative liberties.

That first morning it all seemed so straight forward.

“Been doin’ a little diggin’ on this warehouse of ours,” Simon offered once Soap seemed content giving up on his little interrogation, focus back on getting the caffeine in his system.

“Aye? Don’t keep us waitin’ then.”

“Been operatin’ for a couple decades now, at least since the Cold War. Main employment plant for the nearby town, which given it employs 36 people says more ‘bout the town than the warehouse,” Simon rattled off. “Nothin’ made in there, from what I can gathe’. Just storage. Goods transfe’s.” He looked at Soap across the table. The bleary, sleep-addled look cleared with each sip of coffee, but the mohawk was still a right mess, managing to stick in every direction regardless of its short length.

Simon hated it.

“All seems a wee bit…” Soap gestured. “Small? No? Especially fer Ghorbrani.”

Simon nodded. “Ya’re not wrong. But Intel tracked some transfe’s from this warehouse to ‘nother on the Russian-Latvian border, and vice-versa, ove’ the years.”

“Bit of a trek fer a middle-of-nowhere warehouse.”

“And those transfe’s have increased over the last three months. Combine that with more and more reports of Ghorbrani being sighted outside of Iran, and, well, Laswell’s instincts are telling her somethin’s off.”

Soap hummed as he leaned back in the chair, looking out the window sitting above the kitchen sink. “Well, if Laswell says so…” he said, tone still wary.

“Brief estimates a week of observation. Transfe’s seem frequent enough that that should be enough to give us somethin’,” Simon supplied.

Soap’s face turned skeptical. “Aye, cause the brief is always so accurate.”

Simon clicked the laptop closed and gave a small shrug. “Guess we’ll ‘ave to see.”

“Get nice an’ cozy in the meantime.”

Simon hummed, leaning further back in his chair, truly testing the limits, one arm lazing atop the back. Silence fell upon them again, but not the tense, stifling silence followed by two strangers reconning new territory and discovering which invisible boundaries led to new terrain and which sounded an alarm.

No, this silence hummed with anticipation.

Part of it was familiar - the same focused calm that washes over before the loading ramp drops or before settling into a sniper’s perch. Before being thrown into the fray, preparing to fight through whatever fires hell threw their way - but there was another layer to it as they sat at the too-small table, neither breaking eye contact.

The Scot didn’t back down from Simon’s silent challenge, keeping crystal blue eyes locked on unmoving brown.

Not on the skull. Not on the balaclava. Not on the four knives tucked into a belt at 0700.

Blue on brown. As if all the layers and protections built around Simon Riley were mere suggestions. Irrelevant.

Looking back, Simon would recognize that silent hum for what it was - the moment he was well and truly fucked when it came to John “Soap” MacTavish.

For the first time in a long time, he was the one to back down, unable to handle the tightening under his skin, pulling at the cuffs of his sleeves to let some cool air in under the long sleeve shirt that was growing stifling.

Unable to handle that unwavering blue gaze.

He cleared his throat, breaking the spell. “We’ll take two shifts. 12 ‘ours each. I’ll take overnight. You’ll spell me in the mornin’. That window…” He gestured to the lone window between the living room and the kitchen. “Has a direct line at the warehouse. Clear visual of the road leadin’ up to it too, so we’ll ‘ave eyes on all traffic comin’ in and out. Once we’re set up, you’ll take first watch while I go into town to gathe’ supplies. Clear?”

“Roger that, Lieutenant.”

Plan set, Simon stood, instant relief hitting his stiff joints when he stretched his arms to the ceiling, but when he relaxed back down, he noticed that the sergeant’s gaze was fixed on the table, a slight scarlet dusting along his cheeks.

“Ya ‘lright?” he asked.

Soap startled, shaken out of whatever trance had taken over, glancing up. “Yeah, yeah,” the Scot stammered, absentmindedly sipping from the cup.

Simon ignored the odd exchange, not in the mood to deal with it this early, instead strolling to the kettle, grabbing a cup from the cupboard on the way, and going about making himself a cuppa.

Lost in the process - the closest to meditation he’ll ever practice - he missed Soap ambling up to the counter until a hand was reaching for the pot of coffee in front of him.

“Want some tea with tha’ sugar, sir?” the Scot teased.

“Where do ya think I get all my sweetness from?” he quipped back.

“Aye, Simon Riley. A right cinnamon roll.” Soap rolled his eyes. “Make sure the bad guys don’ find oot. Military’s reputation will go to shite.”

“Might be too late for that. They let you in, didn’ they?”

“Away an’ bile yer heid!” Soap smacked his shoulder, scoffing “Get tha’ sugar in ye. Ye might be more tolerable then.” He wandered off. “Wha’ equipment we got? Is it this over here?”

It took only two days for both of them to realize that the brief was indeed not accurate and that a week was a hopeful wish, accepting that they might as well make themselves at home.

For nine days, the only consistent traffic in and out of the warehouse were shift changes three times a day in groups of twelve workers.

Nine days of the same cars back and forth. Nine days of the same workers passing through the doors. Nine days hunched over a telescope for 12 hours.

Or so Simon’s back told him.

A deep groan escaped from under the mask as he unfurled, noting that the morning shift wasn’t scheduled for another 15 minutes at 0800, so he could allow himself a break. It certainly had nothing to do with knowing that the sergeant would be walking through the front door at any moment.

Years of military discipline have a habit of bleeding into the day-to-day, and even when the only item on the schedule was “sit and watch a warehouse”, Soap rose from bed, poured his first cup of coffee, strapped on his trainers, and was out and back in the door, chest heaving from his run, within the same minute every day.

Admirable was one way to describe it.

Obsessive was another.

Either way, the Scot’s whereabouts were predictable, and that slipped a little ease into Simon’s mind.

Right on cue, the thunk thunk of trainers on the front stairs echoed into the house, and the front door swung open soon after, allowing the crisp late-summer morning to drift into the small space. The sergeant meandered in, earbuds blaring an awful (in Simon’s opinion) mix of rock and bagpipes while Soap fumbled on his phone, black t-shirt clinging to the thin sheen of sweat coating his skin, and not for the first time during this stakeout did Simon need to call upon years of discipline to tamp down the urge to stare.

Whereas the lieutenant’s height stretched honed muscles into a thick, athletic frame, the sergeant was all bulk, calling back to the Highland warriors in his blood.

Soap lifted the hem to swipe the last droplets from his damp mohawk, displaying a thick torso that hinted at a dedication to fitness but a refusal to deny the pleasures of life. Black sweats hugged powerful thighs, and Simon offered a thought and a prayer to the sleeves tasked with covering those arms.

Finally, after some more fumbling, the muffled racket ceased, and the Scot offered a greeting. “Hou’s it gaun, Lt?”

What the bloody…

Slowly, Simon turned, chair groaning under the weight, fully facing the living room, and even with his face covered, Soap clearly had no trouble reading his confusion.

The sergeant rolled his eyes. “Steamin’ jesus, it just means ‘how’s it goin’ it’s not tha’ hard ta…”

“Lt?” Simon interrupted.

A look flashed across the sergeant’s face quick enough that anyone not trained to read body language like their own dialect would have missed it, but Simon caught it, the split second of panic. It was gone just as quickly, the Scot schooling his face and shrugging, strolling over to the kitchen table where he tossed his phone, but the dusting of scarlet along his cheeks betrayed his indifference. “Slipped out.” Blue eyes lifted. “Lieutenant’s a bit much on the regular, aye?”

“Gettin’ lazy already, Sergeant? Only been nine days.”

“Aye, a thrillin’ nine days it’s been.” Soap hesitated, shifting on one foot. “More comfortable, I reckon.”

Simon froze.

Comfortable?

No one was comfortable with Simon Riley.

He was blank eyes peering at the world through the top half of a plastic skull crudely sewn into a black balaclava covering the face of a 6’ 6” man who had risen from the dead. The danger he possessed and the danger people perceived started to blend together years ago, no longer feeling the need to distinguish himself from the shadowy nightmare in their minds.

Why bother? So few saw past the mask.

He demanded the respect of the squads he led into missions, boasting the highest rate of soldiers returning home than any other officer - not to mention the success rate racked up from solo missions - but beyond Price and Garrick, no one could stand the heavy tension that settled in a room with just them and the lieutenant.

No one was comfortable with the Ghost.

He blinked, at a loss for words.

The silence stretched.

Soap shifted to the other foot, dropping his gaze, fingers tapping the table, scarlet now fully covering his cheeks.

Vulnerable.

But comfortable.

Eventually, Simon’s brain caught up. “Always hated lieutenant,” he huffed while he quickly turned back to the scope. “Least efficient title next to ‘corporal’.”

A sigh drifted across the kitchen. “Sergeant’s not exactly a brief one, either.”

“Rolls better.”

“If ye say so.” A pause. “Lt.” Simon turned, catching Soap in the corner of his eye, and the smile plastered across the Scot’s face was nothing short of winning the biggest prize at the fair.

Simon simply shook his head. “Bet ya a tenne’ ya can’t guess what I’ve clocked’,” he rushed to change the subject.

“Oi, how many guesses do I get?” Cupboard doors banged in the background.

“Three.”

“Oof, tough take, Lt.” The faucet ran followed by the click of the stove. “How could I possibly guess?”

Simon couldn’t help the smile hidden underneath the cloth.

A look through the scope confirmed five cars approaching the warehouse: two silver, one dark green, one blue, and one black.

Morning shift change.

Twelve fresh workers clambered out of their respective vehicles, sleepy waves offered in greeting, thermos in hand. Like clockwork, the twelve night workers made their way into the parking lot, meeting the fresher colleagues with a fraction of the energy.

“Ol’ Nessy been hidin’ in tha’ warehouse?”

“Shockingly, no.”

The night workers drifted to their cars. Four in total. Three black and one silver.

“Hmm” The kettle whistled. “Yer old girlfriend’s walkin’ up the hill.”

“Less chance of that happenin’ than spottin’ Nessy.” Simon said. “Last guess. Make it count, Sergeant.”

A giant, white blur appeared, obstructing the view to the warehouse, and Simon flicked his eyes up to find Soap smirking down at him, a porcelain cup in hand. “Three black and one silver sedan are headin’ away from the warehouse. Night shift endin’ and mornin’ shift startin’. Twelve workers, three to a car. Mornin’ shift arrived in five cars total. Three in the blue, three in the black, one in the green, two in one of the silver, and three in the other.” He threw a wink Simon’s way. “How’d I do?”

“Looks like I owe ya a tenner.” Simon eyed the cup suspiciously. “What’s that?” he asked.

“Yer sugar with a side of tea.” The smirk grew. “Yer a nightmare before yer mornin’ cuppa.”

“Some of us actually enjoy flavor, Sergeant.” Simon quipped back. “Not torturin’ our taste buds with black bean water. Make it right?”

“Now tha’s just insultin’, Lt. Four sugar. Splash of milk.” Soap gave a little bow. “Just how ye like it.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Before reaching for the cup, Simon grabbed the back of the chair, giving a twist until a pop offered sweet relief to his aching joints that rivaled an orgasm.

The moan that escaped his lips agreed.

A choked sound came from next to him, and when he looked up, Soap was still holding the cup out to him, looking everywhere except at Simon, cheeks now deep maroon.

“Cheers,” Simon said, taking the cup and pointedly ignoring the current shooting through him when his fingers brushed against Soap’s.

“Ya. Ya, sure” Soap stammered, scratching the back of his neck, staring at a spot behind the lieutenant. After a moment, he cleared his throat. “Well, quite the action packed mornin’ for ya, huh Lt? I’m goin’ ta grab a shower then spell ye, yeah?” The sergeant tumbled over his words “Yeah. That’s a good idea.” Then Simon watched, completely puzzled, as Soap literally tripped over his feet rushing to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Odd little bastard he thought while he took an experimental sip of the tea. When the first drop hit his tongue, his eyebrows shot up.

“Bloody hell.” He muttered, looking down at the perfect cuppa.

Strike #3: overly observant.

#edited with new design #tay writes #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghoap

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Is your Gender Neutral reader insert really written gender neutral?

Some observations from my perspective as an agender reader of K-pop fanfic.

No trait, behavior, or body part is limited to one gender only, but without giving a heads up in the fic notes, many things can be jarring when the person reading your work is expecting it to be generalized for any gender. While avoiding gendered pronouns is a good start, that is not all it takes to make a story truly gender neutral.

While suitable for every reader, gender neutral writing is of particular appeal to people who have a harder time finding representation in reader insert fanfic due to their gender. This includes people who are nonbinary, trans, agender, men, and also gender nonconforming people who find common fic characterizations for their gender do not represent them.

A partial list of things to check before posting your Gender Neutral fic:

Do a word search for "girl" used for the reader. Really. That's the number one tip. I have seen things marked "gender neutral reader" who then have the character get called "good girl" or greeted with "hey girl". Be selective too about words like "dude" or "guys" for the reader, even when used without intent to be gendered. Watch out for "she" and "her" or "he" and "his" occurrences that slip in by accident when writing about the reader. Also, if the love interest is caught kissing "another girl" or "another boy" you have just gendered the reader. Kissing "a girl" or "a boy" avoids that.

Mentions of clothes, jewelry, hair length, and makeup are more ways reader inserts might lean into a gender unintentionally. Skirts or long hair truly can be worn by anyone, but for many readers there will be a gendered cultural association in their mind. I have seen dresses and bras show up out of nowhere in some stories marked Gender Neutral leaving a reader bewildered if not given advance notice. Better to let someone skip the fic after reading disclosures in the contents paragraph upfront than be frustrated halfway through.

Who are your reader's friends and roommates? If they are only one gender, that can feel like the reader has been gendered even if unsaid, especially if they are living in a sorority or fraternity house.

Have you brought up specific body parts? Lots of stories include that, but be thoughtful about how the reader is catalogued in the pre-story notes. For instance, Gender Neutral AFAB (assigned female at birth) is one way to describe a reader insert character but ignores the full range of AFAB bodies. To be more inclusive in a world where people are intersex or transition medically, you can instead simply state the relevant anatomy. Reader has developed breasts. Reader has a penis. Reader has a vagina. Reader has top surgery scars. It is that easy.

Thank you to the people who do work crafting stories for those of us who are less often represented. It truly means a lot. If you are a reader, do let authors know how important their choice of making gender neutral stories is to you. The authors you become familiar with who can always be trusted when they label a fic Gender Neutral Reader are precious. Reblog their work to help others find such a treasure.

To anyone who writes stories with a gendered reader and is looking this over out of curiosity, I would like to ask one thing of you. Could you review how you list pairings? Are you specific about who your reader insert is when it comes to gender? So many times Character x "Reader" is used without any other modifier despite excluding plenty of readers. Your followers will already know who you are writing for, but people catching a reblog or discovering through tags want to know the gender of the reader insert without having to skim multiple paragraphs.

If your reader insert is a woman, say that. "Fem Reader" seems used to mean either female or feminine, which can be very different things, so it helps to use the full word for clarity. If the story shows your reader insert is cisgender, say that in advance. There is nothing wrong with catering to any of those audiences, but the lack of disclosure makes sifting through reader insert fanfiction on Tumblr a disheartening process for the rest of us.

#writing advice #gender neutral reader #lament of a reader browsing gender neutral reader insert stories #fic culture

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Laden of the Torn (16 of 25)

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The Less Clan healer’s alcove was not nearly as cozy as that of the First. Killian did not see any beds, or even seating, for that matter. Patch’s limited supplies were gathered at the base of a dead tree. Killian found a flat spot by the wall and dropped heavily to the ground. Patch tossed a ball of fluffy plant fibers, dripping with disinfectant, in Killian's direction, then pointed at the stiff stain of blood on his upper leg. Wincing, he reached forward and scooped it into the bloodstained claw his hand had become. Minerals dissolved in solution began a chemical reaction within his open wounds, its bubbles like boiling water poured all over his palm. Growling, Killian dropped the fibers into position covering the tooth punctures in his thigh, and the vigorous fizz soon had that area similarly aflame.

Killian sat back, closing his eyes and grinding his teeth. It would be easier to bear if it had any meaning, but as it was, he had gained nothing but more injuries to add to his extensive collection… some serious, potentially even life-altering. He was no closer to rescuing Puzzle and thus could take no solace in possibly getting one step closer to Alice. Frustration offered no balm, only salt rubbed into throbbing wounds.

Killian bit back a yelp as Patch began scrubbing roughly at his mutilated palm, which was no more than he had expected from an enemy caretaker, but still felt like Hellfire seeping its way down to the bone. Those long hours spent under Mandible’s paws seemed like pure bliss compared to this.

“I am sorry,” murmured Patch with surprising sympathy. “You will thank me later.”

“Maybe,” Killian grunted, trying not to squirm. “I am a bit partial to this hand. Would prefer not to lose it.”

Patch dipped her cloth into fresh disinfectant and resumed her task. “I cannot promise anything.”

Some excruciating length of time later, the scrubbing gave way to that unique red-hot shock that could only belong to one thing: the helpless insect he was growing too familiar with. Through the squeezing heat of its venom, Killian heard the quiet crunch as its body disappeared between Patch’s jaws.

“You may have the next one,” offered Patch.

With gritted teeth, Killian shook his head. “No thank you.”

Eating insects always stirred up unpleasant memories of desperate times. And he was too woozy to be hungry at the moment anyway. Still, considering how much of a delicacy Patch’s species considered them to be, it was kind of her to offer. Killian risked a quick glance at the next struggling ant, just to confirm its identity.

“I was under the impression that your rivals were the only clan to use Warrior Ants in their healing arts.”

It wasn't a particularly important question, but it gave him something to take his mind off of the ruins of his hand he’d just glimpsed. Patch carefully applied the next set of jaws.

“Mandible told you that?”

“Yes…” He thought for a moment, then amended, “Actually, it may have been along the lines of his being the one to perfect the technique.”

“That is closer to what he told me as well.”

“You've spoken to him?”

Killian had thought that the animosity between the two clans would prevent any casual contact between their members. To his surprise, Patch said,

“I learned most of my healing skills from him.”

Figuring that any additional intelligence about clan dynamics could be used to his advantage, Killian asked,

“How did that come about?”

The Less healer glanced up at his face in brief hesitation before responding. “I was born to the First Clan and discovered my purpose there. Mandible is a good instructor, and it was only after he taught me all he knew that I became the chief healer of the Prime Clan.”

“And what made you decide to switch sides?”

Patch set aside her container of ants and opened a pouch containing bandaging material. “Our Chieftains arranged a trade. The Prime had just lost their only healer, and the First needed a skilled metal forger.”

Killian had been watching the monkey's face but lacked the ability to read complex emotions. Thus, he could not tell how Patch felt about the situation.

“Were you given any sort of say in this trade?”

Patch waited until her bandaging job was underway before answering slowly. “Favor willed it so.”

Killian managed to turn a derisive scoff into an only slightly exaggerated grunt of pain. “Just because someone is in authority over you, it doesn't mean they have your best interests in mind. Quite often, the opposite is true.”

Patch said nothing and Killian did not press the issue. A moment of silence elapsed, then he sighed.

“I suppose you’re completely loyal to your new clan now. Considering the infallible wisdom of the two chieftains. You couldn't possibly have retained any sense of belonging to the family who raised you. Not a dutiful servant such as yourself.”

Patch would not meet his gaze. Killian allowed himself to feel a glimmer of hope and tried a gentler tone. “You couldn't be blamed for not feeling the same animosity. Especially if you still have friends on the other side. Look, surely you don't condone this whole kidnapping business, after having been through something like it yourself.”

With nimble paws, Patch secured the bandage and sat back on her haunches. She glanced over her shoulder, then said,

“My opinion does not matter.”

Killian lowered his voice, even though there was no other being in sight.

“You're the only one who might be able to help! You know I don't stand a chance against Quake; not like this.” He indicated his freshly bandaged hand and winced. Patch remained motionless, and Killian dared to believe he saw indecision in her eyes.

“Think back to when you were first brought here,” he urged. “You must have felt so frightened and alone; I know I would have. It couldn't have been easy, knowing you may never see your friends or family again. Do you really want to leave Princess Puzzle to that same fate? Or arguably worse, considering her intended role?”

Patch's coppery fur puffed out in a sudden shiver, and she busied herself once again among the tools of her trade.

“Of course not,” she hissed, eyes averted. “But what can I do? Lack would never listen to me. If I spoke up, it would only anger him, and that would make life very difficult for me.”

“I wouldn’t ask that of you,” Killian assured her, trying and failing to find a comfortable position in which to rest his hand. “Perhaps just some information; something I could have found out on my own if I’d had enough time. Doesn’t have to be anything that could be traced back to you. I would be grateful for anything at this point.” He raised an eyebrow and flashed what he hoped was an encouraging smile at her. “So… what do you say?”

Patch had turned her attention to the bites on his leg, tending them through a rip in his trousers, and she did not answer immediately. When she did begin speaking, she kept her volume to a level just barely audible.

“The princess is under guard at the edge of the marshland to the south of here. Chief Lack is fiercely possessive and does not trust the rest of the clan to be in easy contact with her, so she will be kept out of the way until she is mature enough that he can claim her. If you could manage to defeat her guards, it’s likely you would not meet much resistance all the way to the edge of Prime territory. Hardly anyone ventures into the marshes. Predatory and venomous reptiles call that place home.”

Killian did not relish the thought of another confrontation, but with all the references to “escorts” and “guards,” he knew it was all but inevitable. “Do you know how many are guarding her?”

“My best guess, only two at a time. They will be formidable warriors, but female. No cause for a jealous chieftain to worry.”

Killian nodded slowly, calculating. He would learn the way there whenever he was granted his request to visit Puzzle. They would be more alert to trouble at that time, but perhaps he could steal away later in the evening… that, of course, would mean navigating unfamiliar and hostile territory in the dark, without a map… what were the chances the princess would know the way home?

“There is a secret trail through the marshlands,” Patch said hesitantly. “As a young First scout, I would accompany a group of warriors to spy on the Prime, using the marshes as our route in and out. You only need to travel in a straight line between the stripe-barked trees, and there will be solid ground beneath the mud.”

She began winding a bandage around his thigh, adding,

“I do not believe the Prime are aware of this path. The final tree, the one up on solid ground… it points the way to a Stone Forest entrance within First territory. Head northwest a short distance and you will come to the border where you first encountered the Prime sentries earlier today. From there, you can simply retrace your steps to return Princess Puzzle to her family.”

“Easy enough,” replied Killian, already so exhausted from merely thinking about the journey. Travel through the treacherous bog would require at least some daylight, so a night-time rescue was out of the question. “Are there no sentries at the other end of the marsh?”

“There is always a risk, wherever you are along the border.” She tied a secure knot on the bandage, then reached up to pull his shirt away from the scratches adorning his ribs. He did his best to assist, using his stump to hold his shirt out of the way while she applied the abrasive antiseptic to the scratches.

Now that he knew where the princess was being held, perhaps he would not need to stage the rescue while in his current state. He could bring his findings to the First, wait to regain the use of his hand, then return using the back way through the marsh for a more capable rescue. Even if the First clung to their stubborn beliefs about interference and refused to accompany him, at least he would stand more of a chance against the pair of Less guards. It would mean a longer imprisonment for Puzzle, which would be unfortunate, but probably worth it if it meant a greater chance of success. However… all of this depended on the Less keeping their word and letting him go the next morning. And he had already learned not to take their promises at face value.

“Tell me, Patch... what do you think the chances are that I'm truly set free in the morning?”

She ducked her head slightly, ears flattening in an almost cringing motion. “They will keep their word. You will be escorted from here and released into First territory. Then…”

She trailed off, and it didn’t really need to be said. Killian closed his eyes and allowed his head to rest back against the wall. “Fair game?”

“I am sorry,” she confirmed. “The Torn are not worthy of the gods’ attention. Chief Lack’s misleading of you will not provoke their wrath.”

Killian sighed. “I was a bloody fool, thinking I could come in here and do some good for once. So, in summary: in the morning, I could choose to release the princess only for me to remain behind to be eaten, ensuring that she would be recaptured swiftly. I could leave her behind, take my chances with the entire Prime Clan, and if by some miracle, I managed to escape, sneak back through the lizard-infested swamp to attempt to break her out when I'm stronger. Or, I could make my move today when I'm escorted to visit her, while everyone is on high alert for just such a thing and I have no usable hands and a similar measure of reserve strength. Would you say that's an accurate assessment of my three equally terrible options?”

Patch put the finishing touches on her dressing, stopped to scratch her back with a hind paw, then paused, deep in thought. Killian watched her with one eye slitted open.

“Wait here,” she finally said, then dashed off. Alone with scattered thoughts and pains old and new, Killian heaved a quiet groan as he attempted to rest. His hand throbbed unbearably, feeling three sizes too big, and the pressure from the bandage offered little relief. He tried wiggling each finger in turn, and the only partial victory came with a feeble twitch of his pinky. He winced and gave up.

“Oh Alice,” he sighed. “Your papa is not nearly as clever, brave, or strong as either of us believed. You deserve so much better.”

Some white knight he was. Bloody white elephant, more like. How many times had he counseled her to never give up, to believe in herself and her dreams of freedom? Too many to number, surely. If she could see him now, this bloodied, defeated mockery of the example he’d always endeavored to be for her, she would be met with the reality he had so naively sought to deny: he was not father material, and never had been. His upbringing and a long life of depravity had corrupted his soul, and the love he felt for her was not enough to compensate. It would have always come to this, sooner or later. Captain Hook deserved only suffering, and he’d been a fool to hope for a happy ending.

But… even if he didn’t deserve happiness, certainly Alice did? As much as it felt like the universe was conspiring to make him fail, he had to believe that Alice’s innocence would add weight to the opposite end of the scale. He tried to envision her adoring smile in an effort to wipe away the imagined disappointment that had festered a little bit more deeply inside with each additional failure. He needed to take his own encouragement to heart.

Mindset is everything, he recited at the vision of his daughter.

Everything starts with belief, the memory of her voice chimed in. And he swallowed his pain, drowned the discouragement, and met the eyes of a returning Patch with weary resolve.

“I have informed Chief Lack that you require one hour’s rest before you visit the princess,” Patch told him. “I can mix a draught that will boost your energy for a short period, but it will work better if you have a chance to relax first.”

She stopped nearby, clutching a small pouch and looking Killian over once again. Silent, he nodded his assent. Patch scoured their surroundings for any sign of eavesdroppers, then she lowered her voice.

“Now. This is the course of action I would advise you to take…”

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It is that time of the year where I start to do my annual review of the games I have played for the year. I made it sound like I have tons of annual reviews but in truth, I only did one which was last year...

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Ahem, anyway, unlike last year where I categorised my games according to the platform which I played them on, I am going to categorise them as Completed, Currently Playing, and Anticipating. It makes more sense this way, doesn't it?

Obviously, I won't be putting all into one post because that would make it too long. I have also linked the two other posts to the respective titles above so you can just hop over to the other posts if you don't wish to read this one.

Now that's settled, on to the Completed list of games for 2023!

1️⃣ A Little to the Left

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A Little to the Left is one of the top cozy and organising games during the Covid period and it has excellent reviews on Steam. The only complain many players had with the game is the "unjustified" price tag for the game.

The game revolves around a couple attempting to organise and keep their house tidy but their cat, being a cat, would mess things up. Each level in the game will give you some form of satisfaction after re-organising or solving the puzzles. Of course, you will have their cat coming to mess things up occasionally.

The levels are doable but there are some that are really tricky. Many of you who may wish to play it would definitely want to solve the levels yourselves, but trust me, there are some that are so tricky that I had to google the answer.

But if you are insistent on trying to solve it yourself without any help, then here are a couple of tips. First, you can skip the level you are stuck at and go back to it at the end. I am not sure what is the control function on Switch, but if you are playing on PC, you can open the menu by pressing the ESC key and select the "Let It Be" option to move on to the next level. There is no time limit, so you can take your time to try and solve those puzzles at your own time.

Second, observe every single feature in the level, especially for those which has multiple solutions. Some are easy to solve, such as arranging it into ascending or descending order, or by colours and the like. But it is usually starting from the second solution that is tricky. The tip here is to observe every single feature in the level. Take for example, the leaves at the bottom picture below.

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At first glance, you would have guessed that the solution is by the colours. Congrats, you got your first solution, but there are more solutions to discover in this level. You will need to observe every thing in this level. Since the first solution is by colour, what else can you do to solve it? Is it by the leaf shape? Or by the length of the stems?

This is just one of the many levels that is designed as such. It may be liberating for some but there are those who may rage at not being able to figure out solution. My suggestion is to not be afraid to google the answer.

If you like to watch the gameplay of A Little to the Left, I have uploaded some videos onto my YouTube channel. The link will direct you to the playlist of the gameplay I have recorded and uploaded.

2️⃣ Death's Door

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Death's Door took me almost half a year to complete though the game system said that I only spent slightly over 20 hours to complete...

Anyway, this game talks about this crow that just got a job at the Reaper's Commission, and was assigned his first job. He successfully completed it but got his assigned soul stolen by another crow who has been trapped for years. Our crow chased after the older crow only to witness him sending our assigned soul to a long and large black door, to which the older crow explained that he had to do it in order for him to get his own assigned soul back. Unfortunately, the door did not budge and the older crow asked our crow for help to reap three other large souls to be used to open the door. Our crow reluctantly agreed to help.

The story of Death's Door is simple to follow as long as you pay attention to the dialogue. If not, you can just go google the story. Otherwise, the game mechanics, the UI and controls are all very simple. The only thing that may have you pulling your hair roots out is the battle.

Now, I am more of a casual player but am willing to try such games. I thought it was probably because my dodging skills was horrible but the online guide which I follow has a disclaimer at the homepage of the game guide that said you will die in battle a few times before achieving victory. Alas, it wasn't because of my dodging skills (it still sucks) but that the game was created in such a way.

Of course, it is not impossible to win the battle on the first try, but that the chances of it is quite low; I guess you could say it is a once in a blue moon effort.

If you are interested in trying the game, here are a few advice, not exactly tips, that if you allow me to give.

Firstly, don't be afraid to experiment. The thing about this game is that although the game mechanics and controls are the same for all, there are different playstyles that each player is accustomed to. Some probably swing their weapon like a maniac while some do it with a strategic calculation. Apart from that, there are also weapons you can collect throughout the gameplay, each with varying degrees of damage output. I have seen a player on YouTube use an umbrella to battle. That umbrella's damage output is only 0.5 (the sword assigned to you at the start of the game is 1). However, it seems to work for him, which kinda emphasizes my point here.

Secondly, and those most important advice here, is that surviving is more important than attacking. The boss battles, be it mini bosses or final bosses, including the Avarice, can be frustrating. It is at those points in the game where you will die countless times. Often times you may see an opportunity to attack but it could also be your demise. My suggestion is to dodge more and attack less. Sure, the battle will be dragged longer but it will increase your chances of survival better.

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Thirdly, you don't need necessarily need to achieve 100% completion rate to complete the game. The 100% completion rate is by levelling up your spells, visiting every shrine, and making sure that all pots are planted with a life seed.

While power ups and having a handy potted life seed is good, it is not necessarily needed to complete the game experience. It is possible to complete the game without any of those. Even so, I would still suggest trying to go for it because it will make your battle a tad bit easier to deal with, especially the fire spell (levelling up your fire spell will make your enemies experience continued burning damage after you throw a fire ball at them).

Final advice is to explore every nook and cranny of the map. There aren't any treasure chest with loads of goodies for you to collect, but because there may be some mass souls that you can pick up and exchange it at the vault in the Reaper's Commission for levelled up attack power.

While Death's Door was fun, I don't think I would go back to play it again because of the battle mechanics. It is really very frustrating which could prompt you to lose your interest in the game. However, it is also quite worth losing a few hairs.

3️⃣ Pokemon Scarlet

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I'd be honest here. At the time of writing, I have yet to complete the game. I am very confident that I could get past the Area Zero with ease but it is the Pokemon League that has me worried. My sister who completed the Violet version a long time ago advised me to level up as many different types of Pokemon as possible before I tackle the Pokemon League.

I have a feeling that this game would very well run over into 2024, but I am not willing to put this game under the 2024 annual review since I am currently near to the end of the story. Moreover, I won't be able to play DLC because my country strangely does not support the e-shop.

Anyway, just like any other Pokemon game (to my knowledge because this is the first of such for me), you are an aspiring trainer ready to take your first big step into the world of Pokemon like Ash Ketchum, except in the Scarlet and Violet version, you got to attend the Pokemon Academy. But, of course, the whole purpose of a Pokemon game is to go out, explore, and catch Pokemon, which will be given to you after a few semesters in the Academy (time skip).

There are three quests for you to take (not optional). The first is the usual Pokemon League quest where you need to tackle the gyms located throughout Paldea. The second quest is helping Arven with his Mabosstiff by battling Titan Pokemon and acquiring some mystical herb. The third quest is to help Cassiopeia take down Team Star. All three are important quests to take on because they are located all over the Paldea region. If you are unsure of the order to go with, you can refer to this guide.

However, if you don't wish to tackle all at once, that my suggestion is to go for the Titan Pokemon quest first. The reason being is because after defeating each Titan Pokemon, your Koraidon, or Miraidon in Violet version, will acquire important skills beneficial to exploring Paldea. Afterwords, you can tackle both the Gym and Team Star together if you wish.

One thing I did to make my game experience smoother is to level up my Pokemon as high as I could. That's because I needed stronger Pokemon to battle the tougher Titan Pokemon. In order to do so, I went Tera Raiding, but that can also prove to get boring very easily.

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The big headache for this game is trying to find which Pokemon is best to keep and which is best to release. Of course, the usual strong Pokemon like Garchomp, Dragonite, Tyranitar and the like, are the top choices. But you will still need a wide selection of different types of Pokemon. The easiest way is to get hybrid types, such as Dragonite being a Dragon and Flying type.

Another way is to get the tera types. So, for example, you may encounter a Vaporeon (water type) with an electric tera version. However, the disadvantage of it is that in order to utilise the tera version, you will need to terastalize your Pokemon which has a long cool down between battles.

Overall, Pokemon Scarlet and Violet can be quite addicting, but it can also get boring soon. I'd say that it's a double-edge sword. Still, being my very first RPG Pokemon game, it is quite an experience to behold. I do look forward to other similar games like this.

#yukihime's game review and rating #pokemon scarlet #pokemon scarlet and violet #death's door #a little to the left

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