#no the fuck they will not and its going to be GREAT
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✨💐 Mother's Day 💐✨
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Machine. Gabriel omegaverse male pregnancy art.
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I'm two days late... *gasp* Did Minos finally..?
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Did Sisyphus finally..?
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Don't come to my server.
Don't pray to me.
Don't "V1 pregnant" react me.
We're done.
*vine boom*
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Guys, stop giving birth in vc.
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You know.
I'd really like to say all of the pregnancy jokes catch me off guard.
But to tell you the truth, I was expecting.
i hate it here
Omegaverse clip
Minos clip
Sisyphus clip
Divorce clip
Literally 1984
He was expecting :]
#ultrakill#gabriel ultrakill#wow. 2 posts. in 1 day. thats a lot of clips. im going to jail.#hey guys.#great posts these past 48 hours right.#i mean. real good.#surely this wont spawn any art ri-#guys i dont know what fucking chemicals are being put into the water supply that is causing all this but its chats fault#Due to Tumblrs audio upload limit that exists to spite me specifically#i am only uploading the non edited versions#again i havent seen fridays stream so im SORRY if i missed any clips that would have fit here.#i need the weekends as a break surely you understand i would go insane without one
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SHOCK FACTOR ★彡 PART 4
Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Rival!Reader
Warnings: swearing
A/n: I hate this ngl 😣 didn’t turn out that great. I swear I’ll do better
“ITS TEN PM, why the fuck are you at my hotel right now?”
Elaine gives an unbothered look at your harsh tone, which shocks you because she’s usually more reactive.
“Seriously?” You scoff. She’d been standing stupidly outside of your door for god knows how long, spamming your phone with messages you didn’t see due to Paige taking it. “You don’t even have a key to my room…what did you think you’d accomplish?”
“It’s a Saturday night, I thought I’d take you out.” She rolls her eyes. “Plus I know your teammates are partying right now. Sorry I didn’t want you to be alone.”
“Well maybe I would’ve liked to be alone, since I didn’t answer the 40 texts and calls you gave me.” You say, opening the room up and stepping inside, letting her follow behind. If you were going to argue it wouldn’t be in the hallway for everyone to hear.
“Well you weren’t alone, were you?” Elaine quips with a rude tone that is foreign for you to hear from her.
“So what if I wasn’t?” You narrow your eyes. “I didn’t come to Connecticut just to see you.”
She’s immediately stung by this, and you feel bad for a split second until she retaliates. “Well you came to Storrs for me, right? Unless you were just trying to fuck Paige Bueckers and leave. You and your little fake arguments, you sure you’re not covering up for something?”
“You’re kidding.” You laugh at her, but it’s uncomfortable. “You think I’m faking my arguments to cover up some elaborate hookup? Shit, you’re crazy.”
“I’m not fucking crazy,” Elaine voice raises above yours, clearly hurt by the comment. “I don’t know why you’re all over the chick, and going out to dinner with her? It’s weird.”
“I don’t know why you care so much. That’s what’s weird.”
“I just think you should keep your distance from Paige.” She says, quieter. “The media has been all over you two, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but it’s overwhelming.”
“Obviously not if I don’t know this already.” You raise your eyebrow. “Guess it’s been overwhelming for you though.”
Elaine is quiet for a moment, arms crossed in an attempt to comfort herself. “I’m sorry.” She says. “I guess I’ve just been jealous. You came to see me after like a year, and I kinda felt like you were more focused on Paige then me.”
At the thought of this you immediately feel awful. You hadn’t seen Elaine for a long time, and when you have been with her you were admittedly distracted.
“I’m sorry Lainey.” You sigh out. “I haven’t been here long…It’s just been a lot. We have the rest of the week.” You hold out your arms and she gladly hugs you tight.
“I’m not gonna lie,” you mumble against her “I thought you were mad about Paige for a whole other reason.”
“What?”
“Never mind.” You shake your head, brushing off the thoughts of her jealousy being a little different from how she explained. “Let’s go out. I need a drink.”
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You tried to go out and have fun, but your mind kept wandering to earlier. Paige’s hands on your face, her mouth hovering above yours, her eyes staring through you. The memory of her knuckles white and wrapped around the steering wheel as she drove you back home, a pent up expression on her face.
You weren’t sure if she was so annoyed because your moment with her was interrupted, or because Elaine was the one who interrupted it. Despite Paige dismissing your friend, and Elaine seemingly missing your company, you knew there was something going on between them. You just weren’t sure what, and the shots you’d done didn’t help collect your thoughts.
Elaine had been with you for a bit, but eventually went off on her own to get detrimentally more drunk then you planned on getting. You were sitting at a table alone and sipping when you got a notification.
paigebueckers is going live!
You switch to a burner account before joining the live and being greeted with Paige’s straight face reading comments while KK hung out in the background. You felt pathetic watching her live anonymously, but you needed to see her.
“Someone said ‘Ain’t it too late for ya’ll?’” Paige scoffs, turning to KK
“Girl, it’s a Saturday. Who you think we are?” KK quips back, enticing a chuckle from Paige that makes your stomach flutter.
They take turns answering questions; Paige gracefully dodging the less appropriate ones and KK occasionally reading something that makes everyone go crazy. They were so funny together you almost forgot how sad it was that you were in a bar watching their live.
KK looks at the chat for a longer moment before her eyebrows raise, mouth forming an amused smirk while glancing at Paige, who is turned away from the phone and looking at something off screen.
“Aye Paige, someone said ‘u still beefin’ with (name)?’”
Paige flashes a dangerous look to KK who unsurprisingly cowers a bit, but she turns towards the camera and rubs her face sheepishly while responding. “S’ not really beef. We jus don’t get along.”
“Oh?” KK responds, this obviously being news to her.
Blue eyes finally meet the camera, and you almost feel like she’s staring right at you when she says “and I’m tired of people comparing me to her. We are not on the same level.” Paige lets out an entitled huff. “It’s embarrassing. People think just cus we talked like twice we’re equal.”
KK nudges her quickly. “She don’t mean that ya’ll.” She says nervously.
“Nah, I do. I mean she’s not bad. She just don’t got nothing on me.” Paige shrugs. “She’s boring. No shock factor.”
“Aight ya’ll I think that’s it for tonight.” KK says curtly, eyeing Paige. The live ends in an instant, and you’re left feeling hurt, embarrassed, confused and angry. This didn’t feel like an attack on your skill as a basketball player. It was more personal, and Paige knows it.
Your mind is racing from the countless drinks, loud atmosphere and eventful live you’d just watched. You shoot Juju a text and ask her to go live with you, and she surprisingly responds in an instant. The viewers are scarily high right from the get go.
“Who came here from Paige’s live?”
“Ain’t no way she’s at a bar rn”
“Aye (name) how’s Connecticut?”
“lowk think her and Paige are hooking up”
“juju can you say hi pls”
“Hey guys.” You mutter, attempting to steady your voice. Juju raises an eyebrow at your state. “You sure you shud be on live right now?” She asks. “Who’re you even with?”
“Never mind that.” You shake your head, reading through the comments. “Hiii guys. Connecticut’s alright, Storrs is a shithole though.” You laugh.
“Missing California?” Juju asks.
Sighing, you reply “Very much so.”
“Sooo, let’s talk bout your new friend!” Juju smirks, most probably unaware of Paige’s newest comment about you.
“And who would that be?”
“Paige Bueckers, duh. Must be nice to see her in person outside of the court.” Juju says innocently, not paying attention to the increase of questions in the chat concerning Paige’s live.
“Nice isn’t quite the word I would use.” You grumble, and Juju immediately seems to regret bringing it up. She tries to save the situation by asking something else, but you interrupt her. “I think the word disappointing…or maybe shitty fits better.”
“Hah, you’re funny.” Juju attempts to seem amused, but is clearly trying to figure out how she can work in some damage control. She furiously types something out and you get a message from her a moment later
JUJU-KINS 😘
Girl get tf off of live RIGHT NOW and get yo self home and in bed. Ur so drunk.
Seen.
Ignoring the text, you continue to read questions out loud. Your body is practically on fire and you’re aware that you’re not thinking straight, but there are no intentions of stopping now. Paige certainly couldn’t have enough of talking big online, so why should you?
“‘Weren’t you just with Paige at a coffee shop yesterday?’” You read out loud. “Not intentionally.” You huff, eyebrows narrowing. “The girl can’t accept I’m tryna have a peaceful vacation. For whatever reason I keep seeing her everywhere, it’s not even funny, just fucking weird.”
“(Name) I think we should put the phone down.” Juju says quietly.
“Mm, it’s not even my problem she thinks ‘m boring anyways.” You grumble, words starting to slur. “Mayyybe I’m boring cus I don’t wanna fuckin’ talk to her n her shitty Italian restaurant.”
The chat begins to blow up at this, and it finally hits you how much damage you’ve just done. “M’kay bye.” You rush out, quickly ending the live and texting Juju back.
YOU
howw fucked am i scale of 1-10
JUJU-KINS 😘
We not even in numbers anymore atp.
Get yo ass up and go home pls. This is an issue for tmr now
Your head is starting to pound as you get up from your spot and push through people in search of Elaine, thankfully she finds you first, half stumbling-half intentionally bumping into you. She’s obviously wasted.
“Ready to go homeee?” She hiccups, accepting your hand as help to balance herself. “I’m gonna call an Uber.” You reply. “Can we wait outside?”
The two of you practically tumble out of the bar, the cold air slightly sobers you up, and clarifies your thoughts a bit. You feel yourself start to get irritated.
“Do you have to get so fuckin’ drunk every time we go out?” You huff out.
“Don’t start.” Elaine snaps. “You’re literallyyyy slurring your words.”
“At least I can walk,” you scoff. Your head is absolutely aching now, and you’re dying to be home. “You look so stupid tripping around.”
“Well you look stupid feining over Paige, goin live n shit talking her.” She retaliates.
“I’m not feining for shit.”
“You’re obsessed.” Elaine slurs. “N’ I’ll tell you what. She’s going to play your ass and you’re never gonna get over it, cus that’s what she does.”
“You know way more about her then you let on.” You narrow your eyes, unsurprised when she avoids your gaze. “How’d you even know I was out with her today anyways?”
She’s quiet, you can’t tell if she’s thinking or if she’s genuinely ignoring you.
“Elaine.” You say sharply. “How the fuck did you know I was out with Paige?”
“I have her location.” She mumbles.
“What?”
“She still shares her location me.”
“She still…” you pause, attempting to understand what she’s saying. “She shares her location with you?”
“I mean, I don’t think she knows she hasn’t turned it off.” Elaine says sheepishly. “I just happened to check n’ I saw you guys together.”
“This is so fuckin’ weird.” You scoff. “What happened to you guys barely knowing each other?”
“Yeah, well that’s what I told you.” She rolls her eyes.
“And what didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m surprised she didn’t tell you.” Elaine shrugs, eyes heavy.
“We used to fuck.”
The immediate regret on her face as the words leave her mouth makes you sick to your stomach, and a swirl of unintelligible emotions begin to manifest inside of you.
“And you didn’t tell me this because?”
“Didn’t think it was worth mentioning.”
“Why’d you try to get me to flirt with her that first day at the bar?”
She shakes laughs and her head. “Didn’t think you’d actually end up talking to her, didn’t think she’d be so interested in you either. You’re not really her type.”
Exasperated and unsure how to even articulate what you’re feeling, you simply bring your hands to your face. “Do you understand how fucking weird this is?”
“Don’t get so frustrated.” She scoffs. “You’ve talked to her for like three days, n’ you thought she was a dick before this week. Don’t tell me you’re into her now.”
“It’s not even about her at this point.” You sneer. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, and I don’t know why everyone here is fucking obsessed with lying.”
When she doesn’t respond you take the opportunity to get more in, facing her now and looking down in disappointment. “I didn’t even know you liked girls, and now you’re telling me you’ve been hooking up with someone I know? God, it makes sense now why you were so quick to start insulting her the minute she showed any interest in me.”
Elaine can’t even bring herself to look at you, and the fact that she’s so drunk she might not even be digesting what you’re saying is infuriating you.
“Then you guilt trip me about not paying enough attention to you? Was that really what was bothering you, or was it the fact that she was out with me?”
Taking a deep breath, you turn your back to her and check your phone to see when your uber was coming. You also see a text message.
PAIGE
Yo
Normally you’d have ignored any message from her after today, but your mind was still racing from adrenaline and you couldn’t help but respond.
YOU
what do u want
PAIGE
Are you still at that bar?
I feel like we shud talk
YOU
you gonna tell me why you lied to my face?
i’m with Elaine rn
PAIGE
Oh uh…
I can pick both u guys up and drop her off ? If u want.
YOU
i’m not riding in the car you prolly fucked her in
bye
PAIGE
Typing…
#Spotify#fanfiction#fanfic#paige bueckers#uconn wbb#rpf#paige bueckers x reader#uconn women’s basketball#paige buckets#paige x reader#rivals to lovers#rivalry#light angst
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Unexpected Results (NSFW) Ft Nagyung
Authors note: the only thing unexpected was getting this finished so fast. I'll probably work on Hanni’s story next.
While Arin, and I were heading to the meet she asked me what I thought Jacob would like for his birthday coming up,
"Oh don't worry about that I already got his drinks, food, and present handled," Relieved Arin replied
"Good, I know when you're kept on top of things you overachieve. I just need to remind you,"
"Oh, you never have to remind me of friends. I always show out for them when I can," I replied which made Arin laugh.
“Hey babe can I ask you something?”
Jacob walked into the living room “Sure what is it Naggy?”
"Why did you invite Arin and Daizo? they are so gross" Nagyung whined.
Jacob laughed before "Daizo and Arin are my friends and while they may be "Gross", they are good company"
Nagyung sighed annoyed, "But Jakey they are obsessed with... that what did you call it?"
Jacob raised an eyebrow, "Holy Grail or Fighting Games?"
"The Holy Grail," Nagyung confirmed.
"Oh well yeah. Everyone needs friends who chase the Holy Grail. They show you where you're lacking," Jacob replied
"What?" Nagyung responded confused,
"Chasing the Holy Grail means chasing the impossible, both Arin and Daizo have impossibly large goals, which is probably why they work so well together, but I digress. They are chasing impossible goals for different reasons. For Daizo it is to see how far he can take himself in this world, and for Arin, it's to prove herself." Jacob explained. Nagyung nodded and then replied
"But why can't they be satisfied with what they have? They're successful and have a great love life and careers. What more could they want?" Jacob shrugged as he replied.
"I don't know but since everyone is going to be the late young lady I know what I want...you," Jacob said as he began to fondle his girlfriend's breasts while kissing her. He hated how he loved it whenever she got bratty like this and that her couldn't help himself.
"No babe our friends will be any minute," Nagyung whines.
"Oh babe but you know if you don't want me to fuck you silly then you shouldn't whine so much," Nagyung moaned as Jacob began to blow on her right ear.
Nagyung quivered at the action causing Jacob to swell with pride, "My breath just made you quiver imagine what my tongue could do," He said as he began to trail kisses down her body as he discarded more of her clothing on the way down.
"God you're so sexy," Jacob said as he lowered himself to her crotch removing her pants and panties in one move. Nagyung watched in elation as her boyfriend began to fervently eat her out. it was subtle at first. a consistent swirling of his tongue on her clit before he would dive in and out with his tongue.
"Let me ruin you, babe," Jacob said waiting for Nagyung to give him the green light.
Nagyung moaned at his ministrations before giving in, "Please ruin me," She cooed, and Jacob complied. He started with a very simple figure 8 lick around her clit while slowly thrusting into her pussy properly Nagyung loved the attention but she hated foreplay. She was very much a girl who once she got riled up needed her fucks quick fast and rough. So when she came from his oral she only thing had one thing to say she brought Jacob up to be eye level with her and said,
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard coward," in her aggressive and lusted state she rips Jacob's pants open and begins to beg for a creampie.
"Come on babe, Fill me up full my slutty pussy needs it," As Nagyung whines and begs in her bratty tone she shakes her ass and tits to try and entice Jacob to rail her. It works, and Jacob promptly says,
"Come here my favorite slut." Nagyung moans at the degradation she lived to hear Jacob's mean words to her. Her excitement causes her to pounce on him as she lets him defile her. his thrusts are wild and animalistic just the way Nagyung likes, "God yes fuck me with that monster dick," she says as her cunt stretches to accommodate its favorite guest.
"Jeez Naggy how are you always still so tight?" Jacob asks. Nagyung moans and says
"How are you always still so big,"
"Touche," Jacob responds before giving her time to adjust as he bottoms out inside of her. he begins to thrust with great vigor inside of her. Nagyung moans in ecstasy.
"Stop being such a pussy and rail me with that fat cock of yours," She demands and Jacob picks up the pact. He thrusts deep inside as he gropes her breast. Nagyung moans in elation as Jacob reams her tight cunt, "Yes, Yes, Yes, Fill my pussy." She says. Jacob nearing his end gives her three more intense pumps before unloading his cum inside her Nagyung is elated at being filled and fully satisfied. Jacob is still hungry for another round but the text from Bonsai saying, "We are 12 minutes out" kills that So the couple showers and gets ready to host their company.
As they are finishing up their cleaning Bonsai and Hyeju arrive followed by Tobi and Haseul with Arin and I coming in last.
About 65 minutes later the couple finishing up cooking lunch.
"Wow, you guys finally made it?" Nagyung said smiling. I gave a thumbs up and Bonsai explained how traffic was terrible for some weird reason.
Arin perked up, "It's mostly because of the rain and the impromptu K-pop festival going on in Hongdae."
"Wait really? (Bonsai turns to Haseul) Why wasn't the best group ARTMS invited," Bonsai said
exaggeratedly. Haseul blushed and smiled as Arin and I both suppressed the urge to say "What are you talking about the best is obviously Oh My Girl,"
Bonsai noted our restraint and smiled, "You know it shows that there are still tickets and they're pretty cheap,"
Arin and I looked at each other before we both said "So it's settled We are all going," The group nodded excitedly as we got up and began prepping for the Concert. We all ordered Tickets and then walked to the venue. On the way, Arin grabbed my hand, "What's up?"
"Nothing just showing everyone who you belong to," She said with a possessive smile,
"Are you jealous?"
"No, I am not the Jealous type but what's mine is mine end of story," Arin said smiling. I smiled back before kissing her forehead.
"Blegh. You guys are so gross," Hyeju says as she notices we haven't moved for a bit. Arin rolls her eyes before grabbing my hand and having us catch up to the others.
We arrived at the festival and its insanely lively fantastic atmosphere despite the gloomy weather. Plenty of Alcohol for everyone except Arin, plus me, and several acts we were more than excited to see. We decided to start with H1-Key as they were the next act. (We probably should have gotten food in hindsight but it's not that big a deal.) As H1-Key performed many of their hits Arin and I danced to music, as did our friends (At one point Nagyung was twerking on Jacob which was always hilarious). when the weather dropped to a colder temperature we moved less to conserve heat but still sang along. Arin nestled herself in my jacket to stay warm due to our size difference. After that act, We decided to get food and stopped by the nearby Ramyeon place. We all congregated around a pretty big table which allowed us to stay near our partners but also be in decent positions to talk to everyone.
Arin put her hand in mine as we watched our friends. "So Daizo how much longer are you here for?" Haseul asked.
I looked to Tobi for confirmation he held up the number three letting me know I had three weeks left
"Oh three weeks left," I answered. Subtly I noticed Arin tightening her grip on me. I turn to her and clarify, "I will be back though,"
"Oh, when," Nagyung asked.
"Uh probably in the second half of the year, around September," I replied.
Arin‘s grip softened, and I looked at her before saying, “Don't worry I'll be back,”
After we finished we went back to the festival and enjoyed the rest of the acts.
We got back from the impromptu festival around midnight I want to say, and on the way back to Jacob's place we were stopped by a lady, She stood at the precipe of a crosswalk. She is holding a massive sword and she says,
"If one of you can land a hit on me; I will give you a massive prize." My friends all look at each other and then at me to stop me but I'm already walking to the lady.
“So I just gotta land one hit?” I ask
“Yes,” the lady responds
“Any other rules? Stipulations?” I add
“Nope give it all you got,” the lady says with a pleased smile.
“Okay! Let's do it.” I reply. Arin grabs my hand and says
“Go get em,” I smile and reply
“God I love you,” Arin beams and I turn to the lady. I summon my spell sword and get in a combat-ready stance. The lady smiles before taking out a needle and syringe. She injects herself and I watch as her eyes begin to glow. I stand guard as she also gets ready. I blink and in an instant, she is at my throat. I block her blade and disarm her by throwing both our blades away.
Taking advantage of her staggered and uneven stance I grapple her and throw her to the ground. As she lands I get one quick strike to her arm. She smiles,
“A thief with honor.” the lady says as I help her up. I notice her skin is a magenta color and she only has one eye. She smiles at me before saying, “Congratulations,” and everything goes dark.
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WIBTA for asking a friend to stop posting about this one fandom?
So, there's this fandom that's incredibly triggering for me. Like, even hearing its name makes me feel awful, it fucking sucks. The thing is, it's been a really popular fandom recently, and it doesn't have anything that would be considered "bad" or "triggering" (I seriously don't even know why I struggle with it) (and no it's not hazbin 💀).
Now, on tumblr I've been able to avoid it mostly, I stick to my current fandom which isn't almost connected to it, and it basically doesn't show up on my dash. I, however, have this one mutual who is so cool like he's been literally keeping me sane he's so awesome. He's fictionkin, and recently he found out one of his kins is from that fandom, which is causing him to talk about it more than I'm comfortable with. I have the tags blocked and everything, but seeing the huge "this post contains triggering thing" a bunch of times every time I go through their blog doesn't feel great tbh. Plus, what if the post isn't directly related to it, but rather to idk his fictionkin experience or something? I still wanna talk to him and see the stuff he posts, just not about this. So, would I be the asshole if I asked him to stop posting it altogether? I really don't wanna upset him but I don't know what else to do :(
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Amoreeee!
i love ur works and i have a very specific reuqest in mind. this is too detailed so please feel free to ditch a few details because im aware its too much. this is a mv1 x senna!daughter one.
max is hard racing some driver and he gets angry and flustered and he crashes because he act irresponsibly. y/n's heart stops because the way the car rotated and hit the barrier refletced her late father's passing.
her breath stops, max is ok but gp IS ANGRY at him because that could have been easily avoided. max is not hurt at all.
he is still angry when he comes back into the motor home. and then y/n gives him a cold shoulder and doesnt speak to him.
this makes max angrier leading to a passive aggressive arguement. max says something which leads y/n to say "fine then, fuck off and die see if i care" max is shcoked and so is everyonbe else in the motorhome
when she rushes out in tears she bumps into carlos/charles/lando and he comforts her and she says "i never shouldve said that"
they make up, hapoy ending make it extra emotional.
LOVE UR WORKS!
i have to confess, i love this one the most out of everything i've ever written. its extra extra long, and the anon messaged me and asked me to add a few more things, so i have done the same! anon ily ! (edit - i messed up the translation! its been fixed now!!)
enjoy reading <3
coração valente (mv1) (brave heart)
find the headcannon here!
The roar of the engine was a dull thrum in Y/N's ears as she watched the battle unfold on the screen. Max was locked in a fierce fight for position with Esteban Ocon. Every aggressive lunge, every desperate attempt to overtake sent a tremor of unease through her. It was too reminiscent, too close to the edge.
Then, disaster struck. Ocon made a late move, and Max, fueled by frustration and a competitive fire, reacted impulsively. He swerved to block him, the car losing traction as it took the corner too tightly. The world slowed down as Y/N watched in horror. The Red Bull spun, a sickening ballet of red and blue against the asphalt, before slamming into the barrier with a sickening crunch.
Her breath hitched, a choked sob escaping her lips. The way the car crumpled, the dust cloud mirroring the crash that stole her father… the memory flooded back, vivid and terrifying. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drum solo threatening to burst through her chest.
Thankfully, the medical team rushed to the scene, and the relief was almost a physical blow. Max emerged from the wreckage, shaken but unharmed. But the reprimand from Horner was swift and brutal. "Unnecessary risk, Verstappen! You could have avoided that entirely!"
By the time Max stormed back into the motorhome, his anger was a palpable presence. He tossed his helmet onto the couch, the thud echoing in the tense silence. Y/N sat by the window, her back to him, a cold, hard wall where warmth and concern usually resided.
"Great job out there," Max spat, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Another brilliant strategy by Horner, putting all the pressure on me."
Y/N remained silent. Her silence was a punishment, far worse than any raised voice. Max, already on edge, bristled.
"You gonna say something, genius?" he snapped. "Or are you just gonna sit there like a statue?" Y/N turned a deaf ear to that.
The air in the motorhome felt thick enough to chew on. Y/N sat at the table, meticulously organizing spare race parts, a pointed silence radiating from her. Max hovered by the coffee machine, his usual swagger dampened by a heavy frown.
Christian Horner, ever the mediator, attempted to lighten the mood. "So, Max," he boomed, "what are we learning from this little spin?"
Max, bristling at the reminder, mumbled a vague response about tire strategy. Y/N, without looking up, chimed in, "Perhaps a lesson in spatial awareness wouldn't go amiss."
The air crackled. Max whipped his head towards her, his jaw clenched. "Oh, and who's the expert on spatial awareness, Miss Never-Been-On-The-Track?"
Y/N slammed a wrench down a little too hard, the metallic clang echoing in the tense silence. "There's a difference between calculated risk and reckless driving," she retorted, her voice laced with ice.
Max scoffed. "Spoken like someone who's never felt the pressure of a championship on their shoulders."
Y/N's eyes narrowed. "Pressure doesn't excuse stupidity, Max," she said, her voice clipped.
Horner cleared his throat, his booming voice a desperate attempt to break the ice. "Look, let's all take a moment to cool down. We can dissect the crash later. Right now, Max needs a clear head for the next race."
With that, Horner steered Max towards a debriefing session, leaving Y/N alone in the charged atmosphere. She picked up a stray bolt, turning it over in her hand, her knuckles white with repressed anger. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the workshop around her.
Just then, Charles walked in, his perceptive eyes catching the glint of tears on her cheeks. "Rough day?" he asked softly.
Y/N choked back a sob. "It's just… I don't know if I can watch him race anymore," she confessed, her voice thick with emotion.
Charles pulled up a chair beside her, his presence a silent comfort. "You know Max," he said gently. "He makes mistakes, but he learns from them."
Y/N shook her head. "This wasn't just a mistake, Charles. It was reckless. And it brought back…" she trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
Charles squeezed her shoulder in understanding. "The fear," he finished for her. "It's always there, isn't it?"
Y/N nodded, a tear escaping and tracing a path down her cheek. "I can't lose him too," she whispered, her voice cracking.
Charles offered a sad smile. "You won't," he assured her. "Max is stubborn, but he cares about you. He'll learn from this."
His words offered a glimmer of hope. Y/N knew Charles was right. But the fear, the raw terror that had gripped her during the crash, still lingered.
Max, a whirlwind of frustration earlier, had retreated into a sullen silence. Y/N, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy, refused to acknowledge him directly. The tension crackled between them, a storm waiting to erupt.
Daniel Ricciardo, ever the peacemaker, tried to lighten the mood. "So, Max," he said, a touch too cheerfully, "what are we having for dinner? Surely Y/N has whipped up some magic in the kitchen?"
Y/N's lips twitched, but she remained focused on her phone, pretending not to hear. Max, still fuming, mumbled a curt, "I don't care."
The forced joviality died a quick death. Charles, sensing the undercurrents, offered, "Actually, I wouldn't mind ordering some takeout. How about some Indian?"
Y/N finally looked up, her voice clipped. "No, thank you, Charles. I'm not particularly hungry."
Max scoffed. "Suit yourself. More for the rest of us, then."
The passive-aggressive jabs continued throughout the evening, each veiled comment a fresh barb. Y/N praised Charles's recent qualifying performance, a clear dig at Max's reckless driving. Max, in turn, bragged about a new training program he was starting, a not-so-subtle jab at Y/N's perceived lack of understanding.
"Honestly that race was mine, Ocon fucked it up for everyone," Max proclaimed.
"Maybe," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "if you hadn't been so busy playing daredevil, you wouldn't have thrown away the race."
The words hung heavy in the air. Max felt a flicker of something cold and sharp twist in his gut. "Playing daredevil?" he scoffed. "I was out there fighting for the win!"
"At what cost?" Y/N's voice cracked, the dam of her emotions threatening to burst. "Do you even understand the fear you put me through?"
Max, for the first time, saw a glimpse of the terror that mirrored his own reckless driving. He opened his mouth to apologize, but the words wouldn't come.
The silence stretched, thick with unspoken emotions. Then, in a moment of horrifying clarity, Max blurted out, "Look, if you can't handle the pressure, maybe you should just—"
The sentence died on his lips as he saw the blood drain from Y/N's face. She stared at him, her eyes filled with a hurt so profound it took his breath away.
"Fine then," she said, her voice a choked whisper. "fuck off and die. see if i care."
The words echoed in the stunned silence. Everyone in the motorhome froze, their eyes wide with shock. Even Max, fueled by anger, felt a cold dread settle in his stomach.
Y/N didn't wait for a response. Tears streaming down her face, she bolted out of the motorhome, the slam of the door a punctuation mark to the shattered silence.
Max stared after her, a tapestry of emotions swirling within him – anger, regret, a terror that mirrored her own. He lunged after her, but Charles, who had witnessed the exchange, caught him by the arm.
"Let her go," Charles said gently, his voice laced with concern. "She needs some space."
Max sank back onto the couch, his head in his hands. "What did I do?" he rasped, the anger replaced by a crushing weight of remorse.
The atmosphere was suffocating. Everyone, even the usually jovial mechanics, seemed to walk on eggshells around the warring couple. Tears streamed down Y/N's face as she walked, the weight of the fight, the fear, and the unspoken hurt threatening to overwhelm her. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.
The cool night air did little to soothe the burning in Y/N's eyes. She wandered away from the motorhome complex, her legs numb and directionless. The roar of the track faded behind her, replaced by the chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves. Tears streamed down her face, carving clean tracks through the grime of the day.
Then, she saw it. Half-hidden behind a cluster of trees, a towering mural emerged from the darkness. It was a familiar image – her father, mid-corner, a determined glint in his eyes, the car a blur of yellow and green. A wave of emotions washed over her – grief, pride, and now, a searing anger.
Sinking down onto a nearby bench, Y/N found herself talking to the painted image. "Why didn't you tell me, Dad?" she choked out, her voice thick with unshed tears. "Why didn't you tell me how terrifying it would be to watch someone you love race?"
"Doesn't he understand, Dad? Doesn't he see the risk he takes? It's like he doesn't care! Doesn't care about the fear he puts me through, the terror that I relive every single time I see a car spin out of control!"
She slammed her fist against the concrete wall, a raw scream escaping her lips. The sound echoed in the quiet night, a testament to the storm raging within her. Tears streamed down her face, hot and angry.
"And then," she continued, her voice trembling, "he has the audacity to get mad at me? To act like I'm the one overreacting? Doesn't he see what his actions do? Doesn't he see what he almost took away from me today?"
Silence, except for the rustle of leaves in the night breeze. But in her mind, she could almost hear his voice, warm and reassuring. "coração valente (brave heart)," it seemed to say, the nickname he always used for her. "Fear is a part of it, but it doesn't have to control you."
Y/N wiped her eyes, a flicker of understanding replacing the anger. Her father hadn't raced because it was easy. He raced because of the passion, the thrill, the dance with danger. He wouldn't have wanted her to live in fear, but to find her own strength, her own way to navigate the world he left behind.
The sting in his eyes wasn't just from the acrid smoke billowing from a nearby barbecue. Max's chest ached with a dull ache that had nothing to do with the crash. Y/N's words, "fine then, fuck off and die. See if I care," echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of his monumental screw-up.
He couldn't just sit there, stewing in his self-pity. He needed to find her, needed to apologize and explain the terrifying realization that had dawned on him during their tense silence.
Following a hunch, he made his way to the secluded corner where the mural of Ayrton Senna stood. In the dim glow of a single overhead light, he saw Y/N curled up with her back against the wall, her shoulders trembling with silent sobs. A red mark marred her hand where it had connected with the concrete.
His heart lurched. He knelt down beside her, his voice barely a whisper. "Y/N?"
She flinched at the sound, whipping her tear-streaked face towards him. Her eyes, red and puffy, held a storm of emotions – hurt, anger, and something akin to pleading.
Max swallowed the lump in his throat. "I… I shouldn't have said what I said," he began, his voice thick with remorse. "My anger… it clouded everything. I didn't…" He broke off, his own voice cracking.
Tears spilled down Y/N's cheeks. "And I..." she started, her voice trembling. "I never should have said what I did. It was awful, unforgivable of me." Her voice choked on a sob. "I don't… I don't want to lose you, Max. Not like that."
With a choked cry, she threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. Max held her tight, the dam breaking inside him. He pressed kisses to her hair, each one a silent apology, a promise.
"I get it now, Y/N," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I understand the fear. I see it reflected in your eyes every time I step onto the track. And I promise, I'll never do anything like that again. Not if it means putting you through that kind of pain."
They clung to each other, a tangle of limbs and broken sobs. The night air vibrated with the raw emotions they were finally releasing. Slowly, the sobs subsided into sniffles, leaving behind a fragile calm.
Max pulled back, wiping away a stray tear from Y/N's cheek with his thumb. "Let's go back," he said gently, his voice hoarse. "We can talk properly, sort things out."
Y/N nodded, her eyes searching his. "Together," she added, a shaky smile playing on her lips.
Max grinned back, the familiar spark of mischief returning to his eyes. "Always," he promised. "Together, no matter what the track throws at us."
As they walked back hand-in-hand, the mural of Ayrton Senna seemed to watch over them, a silent guardian of their love, a love forged in fire, tested by fear, and ultimately strengthened by understanding and forgiveness. The road ahead wouldn't be easy, but with each other, they knew they could face anything.
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then, could i request: Yoongi and yn go to the beach, she's wearing a small bikini, Yoongi can't resist her tits and starts touching them (in front of all the people there). pinching nipples, sucking, fondling...untill the both of them are so horny that they just fuck right there in front of everyone? if its way too kinky I could tone it down a bit? haha
honeysuckle - myg
pairing: yoongi x female reader
warnings: smut, breast play, exhibitionism, unprotected s*x
a/n: here is your request dear anon :) I hope you like it! 🩷🥹
His eyes lingered on your bikini top as he tried to hide his fascination with your barely covered tits. You were reading a fashion magazine under your sunglasses as he applied sunscreen to your legs, his fingers inadvertently digging into the flesh of your thighs. There were drops of water from your wet hair dripping down onto your breasts and Yoongi wanted to look away but the sight was too captivating.
Things like this were not supposed to turn him on.
Nevertheless, Yoongi knew it was impossible for him not to give in to his animal nature when you asked him to put sunscreen on your breasts.
His hands felt gentle on your skin, massaging your breasts with great care until you let out a trembling whimper. As his touches grew bolder, his eyes found yours as if to ask your permission.
Yoongi realized you were as eager as he was by the way you tugged at his hair, eyes closed and panting heavily. He made you lie on your back while he crawled on top of you. Soft kisses on your nipples became much more aggressive as if he was sucking the milk from them. The thought of it alone sent blood rushing to his cock as the mental images of you feeding his baby with your beautiful tits flashed through his mind.
You bit your lower lip to muffle your moans as his wet kisses traced a path between your collarbones to your jawline. His hands found their way to the swell of your breasts, squeezing them shamelessly.
"Baby, do you feel it?" Yoongi brought your hand to his growing bulge as if you two were in your own bedroom and not on a beach where anyone could walk in on you. "I'm so horny for you."
You were not like this at the beginning of your relationship with Yoongi, on the contrary, you would freak out the moment he laid his hands on you in public. But you seemed far from feeling ashamed when he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, making your body tremble in the summer breeze.
Your mother was right in everything she told you about him. He had been a bad influence on you.
"Don't you think it's hot?" You looked at him under your lashes, your mind too dizzy to make out any of his words as his fingers skilfully toyed with the hem of your bikini bottoms. As he smiled confidently over your lips, the sight of his wet hair and sunkissed cheeks made your pussy ache with desire. "I mean, the risk of getting caught?"
You almost cried as he pulled the bottom of your bikini aside and teased you with his middle and index fingers. "It's okay beautiful, I've got you." Your sand covered legs brushed against his in a delicious way as he pushed his wet shorts down far enough to get his dick out. "Let me take care of you."
Yoongi planted wet kisses on your cheek as he slid the head of his cock into your pussy, which was already soaking wet with the evidence of how much you wanted him. It didn't seem like getting caught by someone was on your plate, considering he was ready to explode when he felt your heavenly walls fluttering around him.
You kissed each other to muffle the sound of your moans. Even though you were making love in a public place, keeping the sounds of your declarations of love to yourselves was your way of maintaining a kind of privacy.
His hips picked up a pace that made you see stars. As your body spasmed with an intense orgasm, your legs were wrapped around his waist as if you didn't want to let him go. Soon his cum filled you to the brim and then you felt the familiar sensation of his embrace, his arms wrapped around your form in a way that made you feel at home.
"You're a freak of nature, you know that right?" You played with the hair at the back of his neck as you teased him with a weary smile on your lips. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you recovered from your orgasm, his chest heaving from your earlier activity. "And you love me for that."
#bts smut#bts x reader#yoongi x reader#yoongi smut#min yoongi smut#min yoongi#yoongi fanfiction#bts fanfic#yoongi#rroseselavyyyasks#rroseselavyyyrequestedfics
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haiiiii sweetheart :3 how r u doin tonight??
I wanted to request a Tom x fem reader where readers all innocent and small and Tom tries to win her over by fucking her >:3 like imagine a small girl dressed all cutesy in all pastel and then this big strong man just shows up and tries to win her over >.<
it’s fine if you can’t :)
have a great rest of your day / night sweetheart <3
𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳
a female reader fic❤
you were so cute.
he loved hanging around you, always looking down at you and taking in your attire and the way you carried about yourself he loved it..loved the way your frilly skirts would fit on your figure, loved the colorful hairclips in your hair, you make up sent him over the edge.
but for the love of all things you were so damn oblivious. how could you just prance around all willy nilly around him like that? bending over so easily, jumping up and down when you got excited..he loved when you were happy, and it made him happy! a little too much..
when you hugged him or hang onto him it was far too much, when you'd stop him in the middle of the street as your eyes beamed at the kittens you saw in the window. "tom! tom, can we get one? please, please, please?" your voice was high which he liked when it got higher when you were excited. your arms pulling him down, and his eyes would wonder to the way your breasts would smoosh together. "uh-huh.." he hadn't even registered he said yes before you were already pulling him into the shop. damn it
not only did he like your make up, but god he loved watching you do it..he didn't wear make up and had zero interest in it but now? now he did. the way your body leaned up on its tip toes to see closer into the mirror as you applied the eye liner, your fingers so smooth as they held the eye liner stick. he wanted nothing more than to fuck it all off of you, to let all the eye liner and pretty pink lip gloss to smear off your face.
he couldn't take it anymore! it was driving him nuts. 'oh he's my friend!' 'oh yeah this is my friend tom! i wanted you to meet him!' he was done with it. "hush babydoll and keep your ass up like i told you." his hips were causing the wet skin slapping, his dick pounding relentlessly into you. you were supposed to be going out with him but you had to choose an outfit you thought was adorable. it was a very pretty pair of shorts that rode up your ass when you did the simplest thing, a thin strap tank top in which made your chest pop out more, and multiple accessories littered across the outfit and your hair.
the spaghetti strap was falling off your shoulders, your fingers gripping on for dear life. your fingernails glistened with the cute soft colors painted with polish. "fuck..thought you could go out dressed like that with me?" what if someone was to try and steal you from him? someone trying to take you away, you were his no one else could just have you.
your cunt was hot and sticky as the feeling of his cock was all that imprented in your mind, you've never felt this before, no ones ever done this to you and it felt so weird! your body has never felt so tingly all over, he was so good with it. his hand would make way to the back of your throat, your eyes rolling back and you looked so lovely..like tom had wanted, your eye make up was running down your face, your lip gloss smeared and your cheeks puffy from tears, you were so cute.
you swore you could see stars and clouds, you felt tom pull out and you finally thought it was all over. but his hand would only reach over as your dumbfouned eyes followed and his hands would open the drawer pulling out a condom packet. "ah..wish you could see your face.." he chuckled as he tore open the top with his teeth. "you thought we were done, huh?"
!!this was a draft before i changed my blog theme guys!! i have another fic coming soon
@tokio-motel @cherry-rawr @itsmealaiah @evieskiesss @20doozers
#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel smut#tom kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz x reader#tokio hotel fluff#gustav tokio hotel#gustav x reader#georg listing smut#georg listing x reader#tokio hotel x female reader
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Something that I adore is when something is only Half a metaphor. Like the classic "yes the monster is a representation of grief but it's also real and it's coming for you". I think DSaF does that a lot with its body horror. Like lately I've been thinking of that line Harry says in fiery (flamey? I never get it right) ending about how every circuit of his board was SCREAMING at him to keep Bear alive but thing is, like... Yes, it'd do that, because he knows that if this bear goes down he will likely just be scrapped. You know what I'm saying? The "monster" (the reprogramming) is real but so is the metaphor (he's anxious about an untimely end)
#luly talks#dsaf#DSaF harry#harry Fitzgerald#some of this exists on the rotten boysss too. gardener has that great post on DTrap and the strain lacking a soul would represent and i feel#it falls in this category of sentiment. <- fuck even is that sentence#i learn to fluff up sentences to meet character requirements for highschool and i never unlearnt it 😦#anyway uh. yeah like. the problem is internal but its also tangible.#the rotting shit is also something y'all know i adoooore rotting symbolism has my pale ass Howling#like mental issues and trauma do cause that. they do cause one to rot. i have first hand experience.#to be a walking corpse to be not human anymore to be just a husk of what you were and you keep going but the change is so obvious#except it is also Happening you know to a tangible level#yeah im just rambling but i just dig this shit so hard its sooo fun ^_^#if i made this post already no i fucking didnt 🗡️
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karma in the shape of a god
pairing: bang chan x fem reader
genre: smut with feelings
word count: ~4.7k
synopsis: a night with the boys leads to a confession from you, which leads to some fun
warnings: drinking, reader is insecure about her body, oral (f.receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, choking, chan is called daddy, pet names for reader include: baby, honey, princess, good girl etc. i think that’s all?
an: been feeling uninspired recently, unable to write anything really. so.. here’s something that’s been in my drafts for a while. is it kinda cringe? yeah, absolutely. but that’s part of its charm. 💕
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your relationship with chan was still pretty new. you had only been together for a couple months now and things seemed to be going great. you really felt like you were falling for him but didn’t understand how he could possibly feel the same way about you. you looked at yourself in the mirror, having just finished your makeup and you took a deep breath. he likes you, or else he wouldn’t be in this relationship. right? that’s what you told yourself.
"baby are you ready?" he called from the kitchen of your apartment. his voice felt cleansing to your doubts, like rain is cleansing to the earth. he had been waiting on you for only a moment, having come to pick you up.
"yeah, im coming!" you called back. tonight you were going to a get together with all of his closest friends. you had met the guys once or twice, but never had spent too much time with them. they were always so busy, chan included. you bounded down the hallway, your eyes growing wide as they landed on him. wow he looked good. he always did, but tonight he was wearing jeans, which is rare for him, and a loose fitting white t-shirt. you felt like you might start drooling. you double checked to make sure your mouth wasn’t hanging wide open.
"you look so pretty." he said, approaching you. "so cute." he booped your nose with the tip of his index finger. your cheeks turned red and he let out a little giggle. he placed his hand on your hip and pulled you close, his mouth landing on yours for a quick peck. no matter how quick the kiss, you felt it send a jolt straight to your core. fuck it was going to be a long night. even though your relationship was new, you had already had sex with chan. you couldn’t resist, but it was pretty basic vanilla sex. it was sort of a mess of limbs as you tried to get to know each others likes and dislikes. you could tell he was being timid and careful so as not to hurt you or scare you off, and to be honest, you were too shy to tell him what you really want. you felt like your desires were normal, and you weren’t ashamed of them, but you had never told anyone about them. and you really didn’t think you would be able to tell chan. especially since you had only been together a couple of months. so, it was safe to say that the sex was okay, you both achieved climax, but it also left you both wanting. this was still on your mind, and you were cursing yourself for being so damn shy, when he led you out of the apartment and down to his car.
he opened the door for you and helped you in, leaning across you to buckle your seatbelt. you loved this about chan, he always took such good care of you. he carefully closed the door and walked around the front of the car to the drivers side. he buckled himself and started the engine. you couldn’t help but notice his hands gripping the steering wheel, veins sticking out as he turned the wheel to pull away from the curb.
"yn? hello?" he said with a chuckle.
"what?" you answered, confused. "did you say something?"
he reached over and put his hand on your thigh. you looked down at it, feeling that tingle in your core again, trying your hardest to focus on what he was saying to you.
"are you okay? you seem off." he said.
you swallowed and looked up at him. "no, I’m fine. just a little nervous is all." you tell him. which, is true. social gatherings always made you nervous, no matter how nice the people are. so you weren’t lying, you just left out the part about how you’ve been fantasizing about him since he picked you up. maybe it’s a lie by omission but you didn’t care.
"there’s no reason to be nervous." he said. "the guys love you. and we’re just going to have some drinks and hang out. no big deal." he smiled over at you and squeezed your thigh lightly. "and I’ll be right there with you the whole time. we can leave if you get too uncomfortable."
you smiled and nodded at him. the next couple minutes were filled with comfortable silence as you approached your destination. he parked the car and you got out.
"baby, I’ll always get the car door for you." he said, disappointed that you opened it and got out before he had the chance to do it for you.
"that’s okay, channie. you can do it on the way home, okay?"
this seemed to appease him and he took your hand and led you inside. before the door was even open, you could hear the ruckus inside. loud voices shouting at each other. they were all gathered around, shouting at the tv screen. you recognized hyunjin, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin seated on the couch. han and minho were on the little loveseat to the right, and felix was sat on the floor. one heck of a game of mario kart was happening and it seemed han was in the lead. he was focused, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth. minho wasn’t playing, but instead was staring at han, a small smile on his lips and complete admiration in his eyes. hyunjin also wasn’t playing, but instead was trying to sabotage seungmin. he kept giggling and reaching for the controller, pushing random buttons. at the last second, jeongin managed to hit han (or rather, baby princess peach) with a shell and sent him spiraling. jeongin crossed the finish line coming in first place. they all threw their controllers down in defeat, as jeongin cheered.
you let out a small giggle at the scene. felix looked up from the floor and smiled. "hi yn." he waved. you waved back and with his hand on the small of your back, chan led you further into the room. changbin quickly got up and offered you his seat next to hyunjin, as there was no where else to sit. you thanked him with a small bow and took a seat.
"baby, you want a drink?" chan asked. you nodded and he returned a moment later with a cup.
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the next couple hours were filled with drinks and laughs as more mario kart was played.
mario kart turned into truth or dare, which turned into some drinking game that changbin had made up, and by the end of it you were feeling pretty drunk. chan doesn’t drink, so he was just having fun watching you. at some point, you went to the bathroom and returned to find chan in your seat. you looked at him and he patted his lap, offering it to you. with all the dirty thoughts running through your brain tonight, you weren’t sure if sitting on his lap was the best decision, but liquid courage can do a lot for you. you were, admittedly, a lightweight. all the guys had been drinking the same as you and they were a little buzzed, but you were downright drunk. after spilling it on your shirt, chan took your cup away and placed it on the table.
"baby I think your drunk." he laughed, his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly to his chest.
you looked up at his beautiful face. "I th-think your right." you hiccuped. this caused everyone to giggle.
"how about we get you home, yeah?" he stood up, lifting you off his lap in the process and placing you on your feet. you swayed a little when he tried to let go, so you clung to his arm. after exchanging goodbyes, he carefully led you out to the car and buckled you in. you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or not, but you thought he looked even more handsome than he did before. you also thought that wasn’t possible. he climbed into the drivers side and your attention again fell to his hands on the steering wheel. god, I want those wrapped around my neck, you thought.
"what was that, baby?" chan asked, a clear smile on his face.
"did I say that out loud?"
"yes you did." he laughed. he reached over to place his hand on your thigh again, like before.
"oh don’t do that.." you mumbled.
"don’t do what?" he pulled his hand away. "do you not like me touching you there?"
you threw your head back against the seat dramatically, before turning your head to face him. "th-that’s not it." you stuttered. "I like it when you touch me there. or anywhere really. I like it soooo much. too much. you’re driving me crazy. I want you to do so many things to me." you confessed with a sigh.
"oh yeah?" he had a smirk on his face. "like what?"
you shook your head. "mm can’t tell you that."
"sure you can, baby. you can tell me anything." he had his hand back on your thigh now, his thumb rubbing soft strokes into your skin.
you stared at that beautiful hand. "wanna be your good girl." the words just fell out of your mouth before you could even stop them. the shock of what you just said slowly settling in. the car was quiet for what felt like hours but was probably only a few seconds.
"but you’re already my good girl." he said, his fingers digging into your skin. you could tell that your words changed his mood, his eyes now dark and filled with desire.
he pulled up to your apartment and parked the car. this time you waited, so he could open the door for you, but also so you could have an extra second to collect your thoughts. you can’t believe you had said that. how embarrassing.
he opened the door and helped you out of the car and back into your apartment.
you stumbled inside, kicking your shoes off at the door and started fumbling with your clothes.
"let’s get you to bed, yeah?"
"yes please, take me to bed channie." you practically moaned. you really were embarrassing yourself tonight, huh?
he laughed. "I’ll go get you some pajamas." and he headed towards your room.
oh, he really meant go to bed. like to sleep. you really felt like an idiot now. but god he looked so good. and the alcohol was fueling your need for him. you were needy before, but now it’s tenfold. you shakily followed him into your bedroom. he was digging around in your dresser for some sleep clothes for you. you slipped your shirt over your head and dropped it to the floor. then you fumbled with the button of your shorts for a minute before successfully undoing them and letting them fall to the floor as well. you had just unclasped your bra and dropped it with the rest of the clothes as chan found what he needed.
"this should work just fi—" he froze at the sight of you topless in front of him.
you approached him slowly. "thank you for taking such good care of me channie." you said sweetly, resting your palms on his chest. you let your hands explore his body, feeling his muscles under your fingertips. you couldn’t believe he was yours. you looked up at him. "kiss me." you said.
"baby girl, you’re drunk." he replied, grabbing your wrists with one hand and holding out the pajamas in the other. the sight of his strong hand wrapped around both of your wrists was definitely arousing and not helping his case at all.
"I want you. I want to be your good girl channie." you looked up at him with your best puppy dog eyes and pouty lips. "please? im so needy." you couldn’t believe you were actually saying these things to him. you were definitely drunk.
he took a deep breath. "fuck. princess, I want to. but you’re so drunk."
hmm princess, he had never called you that before, but you loved it.
"if you want to be a good girl for me, you’ll go to bed and we can talk about this tomorrow when you’re sober."
you pouted some more, but gave in, sensing he wasn’t going to budge on this. he slipped the t-shirt over your head and helped you into bed. he leaned down and kissed your forehead. "goodnight baby. I’ll let myself out and call you tomorrow, yeah?" he whispered.
you clung to him. "no channie, don’t go. stay with me, please."
he caressed your cheek, his thumb rubbing gently back and forth. "how can I say no to you when you’re so sweet?" he said. he removed his jeans and crawled into bed beside you, pulling you close to him, your head resting on his chest. "I’ll stay, but we’re just sleeping, got it?"
you sleepily nodded. "yes daddy." you said.
"I’m daddy now? fuck, baby. you’re not making this easy." he reached down to readjust his boxers before you drifted off to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
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the next morning, you awoke to an empty bed. your head was pounding and your mouth felt like the desert. you sat up slowly, your ears ringing. you brought your hand to your head with a small whimper.
"oh, you’re awake." you looked up to see chan in the doorway, a glass of water in his hand and 2 small headache pills. "I figured you probably wouldn’t be feeling the best this morning," he laughed.
"you would be right." you said quietly.
"here baby, take this." he helped you take the medicine and placed the water glass on your bedside table. he crawled back into bed next to you and pulled you down to lay on his chest. he smelled so nice and he was so warm. you already felt a little better. he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, placing a small kiss on the top of your head.
"so do you want to talk about last night?" he asked.
last night? what about last night? you tried to think back and realized you don’t really remember anything after the truth or dare game. you don’t remember going back to your apartment. suddenly embarrassed you ask: "what about last night? did I do something bad?"
he chuckled. "you mean you don’t remember what you said to me?"
panic was starting to set in. this is why drinking is bad kids, don’t do it. what the heck did you say to him last night? your mind was blank, a black void where memories should be. "no, I don’t remember." you tell him. "but I’m sorry for whatever I said. channie I was pretty drunk, im sure I didn’t mean it."
he was outright laughing now. the full on chan laugh that you loved so much, the one with the little squeak in the middle. you looked at him, confused.
he composed himself before he said, "so you didn’t mean it when you said you wanted to be a good girl for me?" he was smirking at you and you could no longer look him in the eye. your cheeks were hot with embarrassment. you buried your face in his chest, groaning. "you didn’t mean it when you called me daddy? that’s a shame, I really liked that." he said, quieter this time, a husky whisper.
You froze. No way you said that to him last night.. did you? You groaned again, gripping his shirt in your fists.
"Baby girl, look at me." He said. You shook your head no against his chest, unable to overcome the embarrassment. "No?" He questioned. "But I thought you were my good girl. I know you are baby, look at me." You felt his words in between your legs, a dull throb starting to form. You swallowed, and took a deep breath before shyly looking up and meeting his dark gaze. "There she is." He said quietly, tucking your hair behind your ear. "There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, baby." He tells you before he leans in and places a soft kiss on your lips. The kiss only lasts a second before he pulls away, but not far. He’s only a couple inches away from your face, his breath mingling with yours. He looks into your eyes for a moment, before kissing you again. This kiss is more intense, you can feel his desire for you. One of his large hands comes up to the back of your neck, holding you in place. You melt into the kiss and grip his shirt tighter. His tongue runs along your bottom lip, asking for entry. You part your lips slightly and his tongue finds yours. You whimpered into his mouth.
He rolls you onto your back then, never breaking the kiss. His hands are all over you, rubbing up and down your body. His lips move from your mouth, to your neck and he begins to softly suck on the tender skin there. You’re out of breath, trying to compose yourself but your lost in him. "Chan" you breathe out.
He makes a sound of disapproval against your neck. "Nuh uh baby. I’m not Chan, what am I?" He says before biting your neck.
You let out a small moan at the bite. Your brain is frazzled.
"I’m waiting, baby. You can do it." He encourages. His kissing is moving farther down, he’s at your collarbones now, his hands snaking their way up your shirt. His strong hands glide smoothly over the skin of your tummy.
"Da-daddy.." you choke out.
"Mmm." He slides your shirt up revealing your breasts, nipples hard with the cold air. "That’s my good girl." He says, before taking your left nipple into his mouth. You thought you might combust. Your body was hot, and your panties were soaked. his tongue felt amazing against the sensitive skin of your breast. you brought your hands up to tangle in his mess of dark curls, holding him to you chest, not wanting him to ever stop.
“so beautiful.” he mumbled against your chest before using his hand to guide your other nipple into his mouth. you arch into him, needing to be closer. needing him. you whimper, a pretty pathetic sound you must admit, but it slips out. he pulls away from your breast to look into your eyes. his thumb still works back and forth across your nipple, but his eyes are on you. his pupils are wide with lust, his cheeks slightly pink, his lips wet and swollen. “what’s the matter, baby? why so whiney?” he asks.
his intense eye contact makes you nervous. this is nothing new, chan loves eye contact, especially in bed. it was nice in the sense that you always felt seen, you always felt appreciated. but at the same time, it made you shy. it made you want to turn your head and bury your face in your hands. maybe that’s why he does it, because he loves to see you squirm under him. loves to see you blushing and oh so shy because of him. “need you.” you manage to say, proudly still making eye contact with him, even if your cheeks are on fire.
he hums, returning his wet kisses to the skin of your chest. “tell me about it.” he says in between kisses.
you whine again, your head so cloudy with nothing but him, words long forgotten. he pinches your nipple between his fingers, roughly, causing you to wince. “ah ah,” he tuts. “be good, baby. tell daddy what you want.”
his wet kisses and messy licks are moving further down your torso now, his hands squeezing at the soft flesh of your sides. you tried to breathe deep, tried to focus. he nibbled at your skin on the way down, until he was running his tongue all the way across the elastic band of your panties. you gasped at the feeling, your body covered in goosebumps. “you better answer me baby, or i’m going to stop.” he looks up at you through his long beautiful eye lashes, his lips still pressed to your skin but he was completely still.
“need you.” you say again. “inside me.”
he hooks his fingers around the hem of your panties and pulls them down your legs, tossing them to the floor. “inside you?” he pushed your legs apart, revealing your most sensitive parts. you felt so exposed. you tugged your shirt down, covering your breasts and what you could of your stomach. his eyes tore away from your dampness and flashed up to your face. he pushed your shirt back up. “don’t cover yourself baby, let daddy see your beautiful body, yeah?” you weakly nodded, not feeling beautiful at all, but doing as your told. he kisses his way back up your body to your face. he cups your cheek in one hand, the other supporting his weight as he hovers over you. his thumb rubs soothing strokes across your cheek. “you don’t have to be shy around me.” he kissed your forehead gently. “you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” he whispers against your skin. “i’m so lucky to have you, baby. i’m such a lucky daddy, aren’t i? to have you all naked and spread out, your sweet pussy leaking onto the sheets.” you could feel his erection pressing against your thigh. he kissed your lips. “can i show you how beautiful you are? can i make you feel good, baby? are you okay?” you nod at him, you heart so full of love you felt it might burst.
he positioned himself in between your thighs, his face inches from your core. “so wet, honey.” he said gruffly. “you want me inside you? hmm?” you nodded vigorously, lifting your hips to his face. he chuckled at your eagerness. “my fingers?” he asks, bringing his fingers to gather the wetness, running his index and middle fingers up through your folds. you moan, squirming, needing relief. “be still, baby.” he says, before sliding his middle finger into your opening, slowly sinking it as far as he could. you gripped the sheets in your fists, your breathing erratic. he slowly started to pump his finger in and out of you, and then he leaned in and wrapped his lips around your clit. he hummed at the taste of you, filling the room with the sounds of your wetness and the sound of his tongue drinking it up. you could feel your release building, the tension inside you about to snap.
“daddy-“ you moaned. “daddy- i’m close.”
he continued his ministrations, his eyes locked on your face, not wanting to miss a second of the pleasure your about to have. with one particularly harsh lick against your clit, your orgasm washes over you. you vision goes black, your body tenses, and you cum. you cum harder than you ever have before, your release coating his tongue, lips and chin. “fuck, baby. you’re so pretty when you’re cumming for me.” he licks his lips, savoring the taste of you. “my perfect girl.”
he straightens up, kneeling on the bed in front of you. he pulls his shirt up and over his head, before leaning back to rest his weight on his heels. he palms his erection through his boxers, sighing and staring down at you. he looked godly, absolutely ethereal, his chiseled body flexing, his face still wet with your cum, his chest heaving as he pants. your mouth watered. “think you can take my cock, princess?” he asks, pulling his boxers down, setting his cock free. it slaps against his stomach, red and leaking precum. he stroked himself, slowly, circling his leaking head with his thumb, spreading his precum. you were sure there was drool running down your chin at this point. this isn’t the first time you’ve had sex with chan, but you were always amazed at the sight of him. you always questioned what you did to deserve him. how was this man yours? how was he currently naked in front of you, having just given you the best orgasm of your life? what good deeds had you done to receive this karma? karma in the shape of a god.
“please-“ you whimpered.
“mmm. i like that.” chan moaned, rubbing his cock through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. “beg for it, princess.”
“please, daddy please.” you begged. “need you so bad. fuck me, please. i’m a good girl. i’ve been good, daddy. i promise. please.”
he let out a sound that reminded you of a growl, a deep rumbling sound in his chest, before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. he gradually pushed himself all the way, until he couldn’t go any further. he remained still for a moment, letting you adjust to him. he leaned down and kissed you, sweetly. “i love you baby.” he whispered against your lips. he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “fuck.” he moaned. he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed. “i love you so much. love this pussy.” he was thrusting faster now. your hands found their way to his back, his muscles flexing with each thrust. he kissed across your jaw to your ear. “you take me so well, princess. my perfect girl,” he panted. your pussy clenched at the praise, squeezing his cock. “that’s it baby, you gonna be good and cum for me?”
“yes, daddy. wanna cum for you.”
“fuck.” he moaned again, kissing down to your shoulder. his fingertips ran up your thigh, over your hip, up your torso, across your breast, coming to rest at the base of your throat. “do you remember what you said in the car?” he asked, his thrusts getting sloppy. you shook your head no. “you said you wanted my hands around your throat.” his fingertips grazed across your neck, down across your collarbones, and back up. he gently wrapped his hand around your throat, applying the slightest pressure to the sides. “like this, baby? is this what you want?”
“oh my god.” you moaned, pussy fluttering around him.
“mmm. you feel so good squeezing my cock. you’re gonna make me cum, princess. need you to cum first.”
you gripped his waist, feeling your high quickly approaching. he’s so good. you’re so full of him. his moaning in your ear turns to whines and you know he’s close. the thought of him about to loose control and come undone all because of you, is what finally sends you over the edge.
“channie.. thank you.” you moan, your pussy convulsing around him. “thank you. thank you.” you cry.
when a final moan of your name falls from his lips, you feel him release inside of you. so much that it leaks out around his cock, staining the sheets. his thrusts slow until they stop completely. he gently pulls out of you, and collapses on his back beside you, panting. you roll on your side, draping an arm across his stomach, placing a couple kisses across his chiseled jaw. he looks down at you, a look filled with adoration. he brings his hand to your head, smoothing your hair. “i love you.” he says, smiling sleepily before kissing your forehead.
“i love you too.” you tell him, burying your face in his neck, suddenly sleepy.
“we need to get you cleaned up, baby. we made a mess.” he chuckles.
“but i’m so sleepy.” you mumble into his skin.
“me too.” he admits. “are you okay?” he asks, rubbing your back in long, slow strokes. “was that.. okay?”
you snuggle closer to him. “channie, it was perfect.” you answer, before falling asleep, your head resting on his chest, his strong arms around you, his cum leaking out of you, forever loved and safe.
an: admittedly, not my best work. but i love that scene of the boys playing mario kart? i can vividly see it in my mind and it’s so cute.
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eurovision 2024 was a shitshow. here are my resolutions for next year's contest:
- ban israel. get them out. fuck em. not only are they genocidal they broke so many rules you don't even have to make it political
- on the back of that, change the sponsor to not be an israeli company please hello
- fire the ebu head. fire the board. fire the scriptwriters. build a new ebu from scratch at this point what the fuuuck
- iceland should internally select bashar (their runner up of their national final, who is palestinian and iconic) to compete. he's great
- the dutch should legally be allowed to throw things at the ebu
- vatican city should compete. pope's house 2026
- i know switzerland won but can they hold the contest in sealand or something switzerland is expensive
- brief the commentators on pronouns please
- bring joost back why not. i don't even like europapa but that was wild. at least as an interval act
- the uk should send the guy that stands in my local football stadium ringing bells and shouting
- put a fun non european country in there. i'm thinking like brazil
- more microstates please
- no covering up booing. go full big brother just let it happen . freedom of speech + bit funny
- worldvision on the table please
- more stuff that's godawful
- put ivory coast in so people can get reallt confused between their flag and ireland's 🇮🇪🇨🇮
- let scotland send their own entry we only drag them down. i'll take nasty techno or bagpipes. or both
- more acts that upset the church
a contest that stands for peace above all means it must stand for a free palestine and safety for its people. let's ensure they return to that form and the people that let it get this bad get their due shit
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Finally played the TOUCHSTARVED Demo! Still thinking about it over a week later.
(Above: Steam banner image for TOUCHSTARVED from Red Spring Studios)
I love it SO MUCH. and i have QUESTIONS. my extended thoughts below the cut [Demo spoilers included]
General thoughts:
this game is SO up my alley that it's insane. local goth gaming nerd is kicking their feet and giggling
the music? and sound design? It's honestly incredible, even beyond the infamous Every Time We Touch cover (Which is how I found this game). We all have to be giving more props to the music/sound work, it absolutely punches the experience up so many notches. When a soundtrack is released I'm immediately keeping it on hand for all my tabletop needs
absolutely enamored with the backstory mechanic. It adds so much individual depth to the character. you can feel attached to your MC without them being a complete blank slate. I absolutely love that different MC backstories have you pick up different details about the characters. (My favorite is The Hound immediately picking out who the leaders are amongst the group, in contrast to the other MC backgrounds)
I wanna eat the backgrounds. I wanna eat them whole. They're so detailed and colorful and have a great sense of depth. 100000/10
Specific character thoughts/theories:
(Images courtesy of the Touchstarved character Lore posts from the Red Spring Studio socials. I'll be linking them in each of the character's names)
Ais:
Thank you, Red Spring studios, for blessing the players with the ability to bite him if you're an ass to him the entire demo. You truly know what we want
Lore seems to indicate that Ais came over from the demon realm for some unknown reason, and was possibly some kind of demon king or leader? Fascinated to learn what happens there
Ngl the Seaspring looks like it would taste good. My favorite raspberry/rhubarb tea looks just like the Seaspring water. Gimme the group juice.
Question: If Ais gets infected with MC's madness....does that mean. the WHOLE groupmind gets infected? Humans and soulless alike? That's a city-destroying disaster waiting to happen
CONCLUSION: Most likely to adopt 6 dogs instead of picking up the groceries. Least likely to let you have the car aux cable.
Kuras:
I do believe Kuras is the actual best shot at a cure/treatment of all candidates. Assuming the curse is some level of demonic, an angel's touch is probably the best bet.
Let me be clear here though, I do think he might just go "Well you can just like. not have arms" and take them. That is a possibility
Most of the other characters I can get a rough idea of what they want and why. Kuras? I have NO idea what his goal is, which is very frightening.
Twitter bio image does say "Repentant Angel", and that his fatal flaw is "his sins can only be repaid through suffering". Possible linkage to Lovent's fall? Or another major disaster?
its okay sweaty we all get The Guilt (tm)
If Kuras somehow gets MC's maddness (I have a feeling it may not effect him? but if it did) that would just. end the world right there.
CONCLUSION: Most likely to be the one guy you might be able to bring home to your parents. Least likely to put on oven mitts to take a frozen pizza out of the oven.
Vere:
I love Vere for being the character I thought I could trust the least, turning into a character I actually trust allot. I trust him to be extremely dangerous. He probably wasn't lying when he said his heart is on his sleeve.
Also, big props for having him just kill you in one of the demo endings. What a guy, I love him, no notes
Wait what he's over 100 according to his birthday post. thats, allot? older? than I thought?. okay yeah the lore posts mention he's a possible deity figure. not comforting
Vere is very fae-logic coded. Like, the words he says can be true and false at the same time. Don't tell him your name, he will cannibalize you for fun, etc etc ya know fae stuff.
i will protect him always
CONCLUSION: Most likely to fuck your dad. Least likely to be your new stepdad.
Mihn:
Mihn is much dodgier than the rest, but I think that makes them more trustworthy. They're not as interested as playing games.
I nominate Mihn as a secondary protagonist, since Leander, Ais, and Kuras seem to be interested in them quite a bit. Even Vere has a rivalmance kinda thing going for Mihn. If MC didn't show up, that would be the dating sim right there
I'm excited by the lore post and the implications that Mihn is from Lovent (or has traveled there? and survived?) and potentially getting greater lore expansion about the world surrounding Eridia
I think it's interesting that their strength stat is relatively low compared to the others, yet they're one of the characters that actually uses their strength in the demo.
Also, I think we see the least of their "monstrous form" of everyone in the demo (minus their ability to dodge in and out of shadows). I'm thrilled to see what their monstrous form actually entails.
Mihn would survive bloodborne. That's it thats the entire thought
CONCLUSION: Most likely to do all the work in a group project. Least likely to be chill during Mario Party.
Leander:
OKAY ALL OF MY QUESTIONS ARE HERE. I AM DEEPLY AFRAID. Something is absolutely wrong but we have no current ability to pinpoint what it is.
I've seen theories Leander is dead. However, in Vere's route, he mentions that Leander smells like aftershave. While this could be part of an extra-elaborate ruse, hair doesn't grow after death (Minus the appearance of it happening due to natural decay processes) so he wouldn't need to shave. However, I am betting on him being involved in some sort of un-death cycle.
actually I can guarantee his story is all about cycles. Has anyone else mentioned how his belt is the triple goddess symbol.
you know. the symbol of maiden/mother/crone. birth/life/death. beginning/middle/end. like
Moving on, the vast majority of his smiles are forced (Mouth is smiling, but there's no eye movement/crinkle that would indicate it's genuine). That is enough of a red flag but honey I am so much more worried about my next point:
WHERE DOES HE GET HIS MONEY. He's constantly buying rounds of drinks for a packed bar. It's briefly mentioned his clothes are nice. He pays for anything MC needs. However, says Bloodhound rates are "Free". Where does he GET HIS MONEY for all of this. Twitter posts from Red Spring point out he doesn't accept bribes (at least overtly).
WAIT I'M REREADING THIS POST WHAT THE FUCK ARE THE SILENT CRYPTS.
Looking again at Leander's stat post. The Ouroboros in the background is. Not comforting. Also, "Forbidden Magic"? yeah I have a feeling we know why he's not in the Senobium
Theory, potentially Leander is currently being paid by the Senobium to maintain lowtown/Silent Crypts order? I think there's still a connection between them. Like the Senobuim can remain detached while having ties to whatever horrible things Leander is doing.
Okay, in the twitter relationship charts it says that Kuras has looked out for Leander "Since he was young". Kuras probably knows. SO much we don't.
When Mihn scolds Leander for not telling MC to be off the streets past dark. I think Leander intentionally "Forgot" to mention that. I think he wanted the MC to see how dangerous Eridia was so MC would stay closer to Leander for safety. I think it was a very intentional manipulation tactic.
(Furthermore, did he actually cast a spell of luck on MC when he gave them the lilies from his introduction magic trick? Then bet on the MC living through the day?)
I do think Leander's surprise at MC going out to the Seaspring was genuine, since his spit-take clashes so starkly with his cool-guy demeanor.
I also have a feeling that Leander has been past the veil/shroud. he's doing something fucky and the veil is prime fuckery territory.
(Are we...going to get a timeloop story????)
CONCLUSION: Most likely to dramatically use himself as a human bridge over a small puddle (as an excuse to get walked on). Least likely to remember to go to bed after playing Stardew Valley for 13 hours straight.
Touchstarved game things I'm concerned about:
(I feel like I wouldn't be doing my game designer duties if I didn't point out my concerns as well. To be fair, there aren't many.)
I hope the bad endings get fucked up, story-wise. Since it's a horror game, I know it might turn some people off to have things go super wrong, but I really hope they do. I want to see some endless pain vortexes, some real Juniji Ito-style suffering. But I would also understand if the devs want to softball some of the worst outcomes for the sake of widespread appeal.
We all have countless examples of kickstarter games looking strong out the gate, but then falling flat upon release. While I have high hopes for Touchstarved, I do know the reality and intense difficulty of kickstarter games. I'm really hoping the demo isn't the best the studio will have to offer.
OVERALL:
I am rooting for the Touchstarved team/Red Spring Studio all the way! I'm thrilled to see where this game goes. I am poised on this purchase button and ready to buy when it releases.
#touchstarved game#here's my long winded thoughts on it#tl;dr I love it#the brain worms have me#im going to stop editing this post and finally post it
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Reading the nature thing on gen AI's power and water use and I don't think I've seen the part where OpenAI's CEO admitted we need a breakthrough in cold fusion to meet the power needs of this technology.
That's fucking bonkers!
Yeah lets destroy the environment for shitty stolen art that uses so much power we need the holy grail of energy technology to power, that's just great. Relevant quote:
Last month, OpenAI chief executive Sam Altman finally admitted what researchers have been saying for years — that the artificial intelligence (AI) industry is heading for an energy crisis. It’s an unusual admission. At the World Economic Forum’s annual meeting in Davos, Switzerland, Altman warned that the next wave of generative AI systems will consume vastly more power than expected, and that energy systems will struggle to cope. “There’s no way to get there without a breakthrough,” he said.
I’m glad he said it. I’ve seen consistent downplaying and denial about the AI industry’s environmental costs since I started publishing about them in 2018. Altman’s admission has got researchers, regulators and industry titans talking about the environmental impact of generative AI.
So what energy breakthrough is Altman banking on? Not the design and deployment of more sustainable AI systems — but nuclear fusion. He has skin in that game, too: in 2021, Altman started investing in fusion company Helion Energy in Everett, Washington.
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I am 26 as of yesterday i had an amazing fucking birthday. When i turned 21 i went to the same place for a drag show and they brought me on stage and they did the usual dance competition type deal and they gave me toxic by britney spears... ladies.. i was high... i was so awkward... i dragged my ex up there with me to make it less awkward and we danced together and it was still really bad... anyways... friday i told all my friend to not fucking tell them it was my birthday... we get there and guy friend is like bantering with this queen i know and hes like."hes 26!" She was like... great... not realizing he meant its my bday. So im like oh its my birthday FUCK like accidentally outing myself as a birthday haver. I did it to myself... shes like great come up on stage. I am considering walking out of the building. I go up there and im like 😐 but i absolutely refuse to let it happen again. Only one other dude is brought up to compete with me and as a sort of gay guy in my head its like rupaul voice like this is your final chance to prove myself etc. I shake it off and the only thing going through my mind is to win. They give us a boy song thank god. If im not in drag i dont want to dance to like toxic sorry not my boystyle vibe. I honestly dont even know what the song was but i did like some kind of male striptease thing and took my shirt off and took tips in my waistband lol. Anyways the song ends and i won it, it was a redemption that i needed but absolutely did not ask for or want. Just a very nice fun story and i wanted to share
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bad idea, right? // theodore nott x fem reader
part 2 for but daddy i love him!
playlist: bad idea right? - olivia rodrigo
"im sure ive seen much hotter men but i really cant remember when!"
summary: you agreed to go out with theodore nott and you did infact go on a date with him! however ever since your date with him youve been doubting your judgement.
y/n used , part 2 , gryffindor granger reader , swearing , mention of dr*gs and alcohol , not proof read
its been a week since theodore nott confronted you in that classroom. and its been a day since the date you went on with him. it was nothing too special ,just coffee in hogsmeade and overall it was great!!...except from when some guy in slytherin came over asking if theo wanted his 'weekly supply of the good stuff'.
you had almost gagged on the spot. being a muggleborn , throughout all of your muggle education you were preached about the evil of drugs. so when theodore smirked and whispered something to the guy before showing him off.....you got the ick.
and its been 24 hours since then, and youre going crazy about it.
"girls , i cant condone drug use!! that shit is fucked up!" you screeched as you paced a hole into the carpet of your shared dorm.
lavender , parvati and hermione all stared at you with concern , having listened to you panic and rant for the past half an hour.
"y/n we know! but i mean you cant even know that it was what youre thinking! cmon you were the one that protected his character like he was a saint a few days ago!!" hermione argued back, trying to calm you.
"before , i knew he was doing drugs!! WEEKLY!" you cried , collapsing onto your bed as the three girls stood up and surrounded you.
"i mean...whats so bad about that?....the gryffindor guys do it at parties all the time-" lavender started before parvati threw her a harsh glare , making her stop her scentence.
"its more about that its making me question if i really know him well enough to commit to dating him!" you groaned , face down into your pillow.
"y/n i think youre being dramatic! you like him too much and now youre scared. its okay lots of people get like that dont worry!" hermione sympathised.
you paused at this , eyes widenening at the thought that this was likely very true. you did like theodore. a lot. maybe more than you found comfortable. and now you were finding a way to shut out the overwhelming feelings.
at this epiphany you sat up , eyes wide and mouth dropped open.
"youre right mione. i think im gonna take a small distance from him and...firgure it out!.... yeah... figure it out.." you mumbled quietly as you got up from your bed , your friends staring at you wearily , "i mean theres always hotter guys out there and it was always a bad idea...right?".
you looked at your friends with red cheeks and a hesitant expression , they stared back as you took slow steps towards the door before bolting out of it , running down the stairs before they can stop you.
"y/n-!" parvati shouted trying to stop you before the girls stood in stunned silence , "ive never seen someone change mood and mind so quickly..."
"shes going to avoid him , isnt she?" lavander said knowingly as the other two girls noddly grimly.
"yeah...she definetly is." hermione sighed.
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and that you did! youve been avoiding theodore nott like the plague for three whole days and it was driving everyone around you insane.
ron. he had been walking with you in the corridors , slowly commuting to potions when you eyes spotted something in the distance with great suprise and terror. the next second you sprinted the way you and ron had come from. leaving ron extremely confused and left to walk to potions alone , and getting points taken off by snape when he was the only late person.
harry. you swore that you would watch him practice quidditch and give him pointers on how to improve his technique - you were the old gryffindor seaker before you quick months after joining. but after finding out slytherin and gryffindor were sharing the pitch that day , you never bothered to show up. harry was mad at you for days , knowing the reason was your avoidance of theodore. yet you denied it and said you were ill.
hermione. you were studying with hermione in the library , both of you equally focused on the task at hand , until you perked up at the sound of a deep familiar voice walking towards you and hermiones area of the library. you gasped in suprise before ducking under the table , spilling a pot of ink in the process all over hermione pages. she gasped also , but in pure horror , and thankfully was able to cast a spell to clean the ink before being distracted by someone standing infront of the table you were studying on.
theodore. if anyone could be described as going insane at your constant avoidance , it was theo himself. he had been practically ripping his hair out everytime you avoided his eyes , or walked in the opposite direction when he approached. of course he had noticed , there wasnt a single moment he didnt notice you. and every time you left or ran away , he became more and more desperate.
so now he stands infront of you sister in the library , fist clenched in the deep desperation to see you; to know what he did wrong.
"where is she granger." he said through gritted teeth.
"nott , im actually quite busy cleaning the ink off me , so a little more context to who 'she' is would be great in this moment!" hermione argued in a annoyed tone as the smoothed down her recovering parchment.
"y/n!" theodore replied in more of a shout , making hermione jump and loud hushes echo through the library in response.
"oh!...oh...shes right h- ow!" hermione screeched as you hit her from under the table shaking your head furiously , "yknow what ive had enough of this , you WILL talk to the boy and you WILL sort this out. everyone is sick out it y/n so come out NOW!"
hermione pure fury and demanding tone made you cower at your older sister , before slowly coming out from under the table with deep embrassament.
theo watched as you came out and stood infront of him , head down , "theodore-".
you words were cut short as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the library , avoiding your protests and tugging.
he dragged you in the same manner , through the dungeons and through the slytherin common room , until you reached what you supposed to be his dorm.
then he pushed you infront of him , the back of your legs hitting the wood of a bed frame as you stumbled for balance , watching him pace the room.
"you have to tell me what i did , please PLEASE tell me what i did because i cannot go on any longer with you avoiding me!" he stammered.
you silenty watched as he try to push out his words , the consequences of your actions setting in.
"i-..i got second thoughts-"
"WHY!" he shouted back , walking towards you.
"because - because... YOU DO THE GOOD STUFF!" you finally stammered out as he stared back , dumbfounded.
there was a short pause of silence as he blinked in confusion , "...what the fuck is the good..stuff?..."
"DRUGS!" you finally let out with a sigh of relief , like a weight had been lifted off your chest.
"you-..i-...what the fuck?!" he breathed out in shock , eyes wide , "i- i dont do fucking drugs!"
"oh yeah? then who was that boy on our date? he asked if you wanted your weekly supply nott!" you shouted, angered by his denial.
he stared into your eyes with pure confusion before seeming to peice things together in his mind , his exression dropping.
before he laughed hysterically , holding your shoulder for support.
"what...why...why are you laughing?" you asked, bewildered.
"the good stuff..is..its not drugs!" he let out between loud laughs , "its fucking chocolate!"
your jaw dropped as you stared at you bankly , "what- what do you mean?!"
"this boy in our year - in slytherin - he gets chocolate from his mum every week , he hates it and doesnt want it to go to waste every week..so he gives it to me because i really like it!" he continued to laugh through his explanation as you cheeks reddened in embarrassment.
"what-...i-..who the fuck calls chocolate the good stuff!?!" you screehced in pure shame , theodores wheezing drowing out your feelings as you begin to laugh with him.
after a few seconds of theodore collecting himself he grinned and looked you in the eyes , holding your face softly , making your breathe hitch and giggles cease , "i cant believe you actually thought that.why would i ruin my godly body with that stuff?"
you smacked his arm as he smirked and winked , both of you laughing , "i guess i just...i got scared , truthfully , i like you a lot theo and i guess i was just begging to not...falll for you."
"so you avoided me? rather than speaking to me?" his eyes saddenned as your heart shattered at the sight.
"im so sorry teddy , ive- ive never had a boyfriend before im new to this feelings and- its terrifying it really is!" you desperatly tried to reason to him , words speeding out of your mouth.
he softly ran a hand through your hair , eyes seeping with adorations as a soft smile found his lips, "i know. dont worry i get it. just...dont avoid me ever again - just talk to me, okay?"
you nodded swiftly as he smiled brightly at you.
"now...how about we lay down and just...talk. then you can really get to know me and never misjudge again..sound good?" he whispered.
"sounds like heaven." you smiled back at him , his lips finding yours much softer than your first exchange , with much more love and delicacy.
for the next few hours you did exactly that , talking and talking. you talked about everything- you even told him your favourite film , of course its the little mermaid.
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If you want me you're gonna have to get to know me
tutor'seokjin x college student'reader
Sorry for any typos.
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“What do you want?” Seokjin says opening the door for you to come in, his tone is not cold yet not warm either, but more confused and surprised.
You walk into his apartment with a bounce in your step and a smile on your face as if you were entering a close friend’s house, but seokjin’s not your close friend let alone your friend.
“Guess who got an A on her test” you walk as you take of the sweater you were wearing to cover up the tank top. Seokjin takes that as an opportunity to eye your beautiful skin that he’s had his hands on before, though its been a while now since you’ve been studying for the test.
He missed you did he ever tell you that? He doesn’t need to though.
“Without cheating” you add as you now turn to face him and he chuckles at how you mock him for once suggesting he could get you that paper before the test. Which you said no to.
As you turn to now face him you get a view of his figure. Tall, slightly muscular, shirtless, and only in his sweats. Just how he liked to sleep. And how you liked to see him.
You thought that after the test it would be great to see him since you haven’t seen each other in a while and he’s been getting cranky at the lack of attention.
So, you thought the nighttime would be best to come tell him your good news about that test.
Seokjin watches you walk over to his drink bar and pour yourself a drink, smile still evident and body language more confident than usual.
He begins to wonder if you had drunk before you came here.
“Couldn’t you have just texted me that” his voice speaks with eyebrows knitted.
You pause to look at him as the burning liquid makes its course down to your throat.
The silence between you is deafening and dramatic as you take in the man Infront of you and his words.
Hmm.
You shrug and give a melodramatic disappointed facial expression. You turn and place the bottle down and the glass follows, the glass of the cup and the glass of the table cause a slit smack sound. But it’s nothing to pay attention to.
But instead, seokjin watches your every movement with lowered eyes and slouched shoulders. The dim lights of his apartment cause a dramatic mood to set in.
He’s confused to why you’re coming back after you’ve been denying all this time. It’s not like you’ve never been together but after some time you got a little weird and pulled away from him and now, he stares at you in his apartment in your little dress as if trying to lure him back in. But he won’t make it that easy for you.
“Fine,” you say in a slightly angry tone. You grab your sweater from the spot on the couch you throw it on and start walking to the door whilst making eye contact with his tall figure that’s watching your every step with curiosity.
“I’ll go.” You throw him some attitude. If he’s going to give such an attitude for coming then you’ll leave. Just as you’re about to pass him his arm leans against the wall blocking you from going any further.
“Really?” his husky voice speaks. “Without getting what you came for?”
You’re so close to his face that you can see the color of his pupils change.
He closes in on you so that you’re trapped between his figure and the wall.
“That is not what I came here for” you try to play it coy.
“Yeah, it is” his face moves into yours. “For the kissing and touching and fucking.” he spits out a little too factually.
“To celebrate your little A” he whispers by your eyes and it causes goosebumps to rise on your skin.
with this angle you can’t help but be in view of his lips and since they are there it’s the only thing you see, so that’s what you’re going to look at.
“coming back to me cause those little college boys don’t make you feel as good” he says his words inflated by his ego.
You know Seokjin has you down bad for him.
You release a sharp chuckle as your hand moves to pat his bicep, to deflate his ego.
“You think so highly of yourself ” you mock “It’s good for your self esteem though. So I’m glad you tell yourself that.”
Seokjin chuckles as his tongue then runs over his lips and his eyes never leave yours.
“Nah, I can just tell by your body language” he closes in on you even more.
“the way your heart races now that I’m so close, the goose bumps form when I caress your skin” he stares as a finger trails along your skin.
You move your eyes away from him avoiding his intimate gaze. Seokjin knows he’s got you, he’s just playing with his food.
“and now you want me to kiss you” he reads your mind. “don’t worry I will…”
“I’ll kiss you slow, deep. Graze my Tongue over your neck ” your breath begins to quicken as he lists out the things he’s going to do. The anticipation has you dripping at your core.
At this point you can’t deny it and you just want him to kiss you. His lips are only millimeters away.
“Then I’ll kiss you all the way down to your stomach” you feel his hand move up your dress to caress your stomach. Your stomach does a flip and you feel yourself clenching around nothing as he continues to taunt you with his lewd words.
Your body moves into him showing him how bad and desperately you need him. His touch leaves fire everywhere as he continues to tease. The gasps of air you take in causes Seokjin to smirk.
“I haven’t even touched your cunt and you’re so noisy” he moves down to place a kiss on your shoulder and you arch your back off the wall.
“seokjin” you let out a breathy moan.
“Then I’ll suck these pretty titties like I like to.” He says against your skin and you gasp when you feel his large hands cup your boobs.
“they’re my favourite you know” you feel his fingers rub your nipples.
“Oh? Not my cunt?” you find it in yourself to question.
“don’t be silly nothing can beat the cunt“ his voice causes you to close your thighs together in order to feel some friction.
His massaging stops and you want you cry out.
“seokjin” you whine as your hands find themselves on his waist to pull him in.
But he ignores your plea, which causes you frustration.
“Then I’ll move inside your panties.” the thought has you begging.
He trails his fingers down to the edge of your panties.
“please...” you whine but he stops to chuckle at how a mess you look right now. And you wanted to pretend like you didn’t come here to get fucked.
“inside your panties, where I like my mouth to be” you feel his hand move into your panties and his long digits run across your folds collecting your juices and as he does so he lightly touches your clit and you visibly shiver at the feeling.
“so sensitive and so wet” he watches your head lean back against the wall and you suck in your lower lip.
“You want me inside you?” he asks but you don’t answer cause you’re so distracted.
So, he taps your heat to call your attention.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
And when you register his words like a hungry bitch you nod. “Yes, I need you.”
He smiles at your desperation. It’s so amusing.
“Please...” You continue to beg and your attempt to pull him into you by the waist and feel him rub against you falls limp.
“too bad that’s not happening tonight” you feel his touch and presence move away from your body and the room becomes cold.
And all you can do is look lost as your try to catch your breath
“you’re disappointed, i know but think of how disappointing it feels to be treated like a sneaky link” he says spitefully. And you’re stuck with a dumb look on your face.
You scoff lost at his words.
“if you want me, you’re going to have to get to know me” he chuckles looking at your face.
“Otherwise I’m off the table ”
He doesn’t think you’ll change your mind cause he’s just your tutor after all, nothing special.
You watch him walk to the door and open it.
You get the hint but you’re just so confused, you thought it was obvious that you weren’t looking for anything serious.
Without saying a word you scoff confused and walk out.
You actually can’t fucking believe it.
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Caught with her pants down
I hurried home hoping to surprise Stephanie. I got called away on a business trip and missed her birthday. I felt horrible we had just become engaged a few months ago. I had bought her a set of earrings and couldn't wait to see her reaction to them.
As I entered our appartment I heard voices. Who was here? The noises came from upstairs. Curious I climbed the stairs quietly. The voices where clearer. This was not a conversation as I heard Stephanie moan. The bedroom door was open and I saw Stephanie head pressed into the mattress. As I approached I saw her ass high in the air. She was begging for him to fuck her hard, give her all of it. As I got closer I noticed it was a woman that was behind her. My shock and anger became excitement as I thought of a lesbian affair not sure why, but somehow it was a turn on. I watched as this woman drove into my lovely Stephanie. Over and over. Stephanie didn't see me. But this other woman did. She just smiled. I was so turned on I pulled out my now rock hard cock and stroked it. I watched as this woman's breasts heaved. Their bodies intertwined. I wanted to join them. I entered the room. Stephanie noting me for the first time. Just as the woman fucking her must have stimulating herself had an orgasm. Before anyone spoke I watched as this woman pull her cock out of Stephanie, not a toy but her big thick cock that was much bigger then me. But quickly deflating.
I didn't know how to process. This buetiful woman was a man+? Not a man trans? Had just emptied her bare cock into my fiance unprotected pussy. I was still playing with myself.
"Paul, would you like help with that?" Stephanie said reaching out and grasping my cock.
"Cute little thing" this woman said to me. Smacking my butt as she headed towards the bathroom. I was stunned what was going on? Stephanie sucked my cock into her mouth. My eyes closed as Stephanie licked and sucked my cock. I didn't even notice the other woman return. Until she came up behind me and kissed my neck. I felt her breasts press against my back. I leaned back and allowed her to kiss and massage me. I felt her cock stiffen against my leg. I thought about pushing away. But I was so into it. Her hands gropped my ass and I pumped my load down Stephanie's throat. I was pushed onto the bed. I laid there between these two woman who took great pleasure in teasing me. But knew it was a long shot that I would get hard again so soon. I felt both of them stoke and rub my cock and balls. At some point they both slid under the covers kissing their way down my body. I felt someone's finger wiggle itself into my ass. I couldn't help but moan.
Stephanie appeared back at my face. Kissing me. She took my hand and guided it down. But not to her to her friend. I felt his cock and tried to pull away. But Stephanie just guided me back. I found myself stoking her cock. As Stephanie guided me.
"Olivia's cock is so big isn't it?" Stephanie cooed in my ear. A second finger found its way into my ass. I wasn't even hard as I felt my balls release whatever pressure was left in them. A mouth quickly licked up whatever had come out. The fingers removed. I found myself cuddling with them as we drifted off to sleep.
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