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blue--ingenue · 11 months

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"Evasive Maneuvers" - Part 2

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Summary: You've been in love with Sebastian since the moment you knocked him on his arse on your first day. Entering your sixth year, you finally begin working up the courage to confess your feelings when he suddenly becomes the best Beater Hogwarts has seen in decades - and subsequently becomes the school's most eligible bachelor.

Author's Notes: i am so grateful for the response this fic has gotten so far :') to all my lovely readers, thank you for indulging in my brainrot <3 and as a friendly reminder, my requests are open! i reblogged a prompt list to help, but you can absolutely come up with your own and send em on in!

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Headmaster Black clears his throat from behind the podium and addresses the mass of students before him. After the sorting ceremony has been completed all four tables have gained a new gaggle of wide-eyed first years getting to know their housemates.

“Before we officially begin the feast, I have a few words to say,” he announced. He begrudgingly gestured for Madam Kogawa to stand. The quidditch instructor smiled smugly and threw you a conspiratorial nod. You dip your head in acknowledgement and Sebastian shoots you a quizzical look.

“As of this year quidditch has officially been reinstated,” the headmaster declares. He responds to the ensuing uproar with a grimace you can only describe as disgusted before ordering the celebratory shouts to cease.

“In light of the previous year’s - excitements - Hogwarts has been chosen to compete in the annual quidditch tournament held for all wizarding schools in Europe. Schools will compete head-to-head until only one champion team remains. Madam Kogawa will now provide information to all those who wish to try out for their house teams.”

Headmaster Black takes his seat at the center of the faculty table and drinks deeply from his wine goblet. Madam Kogawa replaces him at the podium and explains how tryouts would be held the very next day. There is collective confusion over tryouts never being held so early in the year, which she dispells by explaining that each school must submit their roster at the end of the month so that all participating schools could be put on the roster. From the front of the Slytherin table Imelda is watching with rapt attention. There’s not a doubt in your mind that she’s already calculating how much practice she can get in before the next day’s tryouts. Kogawa continues to explain that she’ll be evaluating the house teams at a series of scrimmages to determine the players that will represent Hogwarts.

“Ah, no pressure then,” you hear a voice joke across from you. Garreth Weasley’s smile broadens as you meet his eyes. You blink twice, making sure you’re seeing things correctly. It seems Sebastian wasn’t the only one of your friends who had grown over the summer. His copper-red hair is the same fiery shade it’s always been, but it seems to have grown longer and just unruly enough to be endearing. It frames his defined jaw and you notice that his shoulders and chest have filled out as well.

You offer him a smile in kind and whisper, “Are you trying out for the team?”

He brings a hand to his mouth as though to keep prying ears from listening: “Indeed I am. It seems that my clumsiness on a broom is just what our team needs to lead them to victory.”

You give a rather unladylike snort into your pumpkin juice and quickly bring a napkin to your face. You glance around to see if anyone had seen your mishap, but the room’s attention remains on Madam Kogawa. You glance back at Garreth, intending to scold him for a spill that was entirely your fault, and are met with an expression you’ve never seen him sport before. He looks at you almost…fondly. Perhaps you’re imagining things, but you think you can see a blush highlighting the freckles splashed across his cheekbones. You clear your throat awkwardly, stomach fluttering at his look of affection, before turning your attention back to the front of the hall. You don’t notice a certain brunette staring daggers into the back of a certain red-haired Gryffindor.

You yawn and stretch groggily. You had trained your owl, Astra, to wake you at the crack of dawn. Being the first day of classes you knew the school would be abuzz with excitement even without quidditch trials being held today. Being careful not to wake Natty or your other roommates, you cast a soft Lumos and dress quietly. Within minutes you’ve stuffed your knapsack with parchment, quills, and inkpot, and all the textbooks you’ll need for the day. Just before leaving you grab your weathered copy of Pride and Prejudice and slip it into your charmed bag. It was Anne who had shown you the clever expansion charm that allowed you to carry a day’s worth of supplies. You had spent the first few weeks of the summer carting books to and from Feldcroft and the region’s closest libraries. Things had been tense between Sebastian and his uncle in the days leading up to Anne being cured, but once the curse had lifted the worst of the tension seemed to go with it. Solomon still held grudges about Sebastian’s use of dark magic, and Sebastian continued to feel that Solomon had given up on Anne. Things were far from perfect, but they were getting better. Once Ominis had accepted the invitation to stay at the cottage for the summer the four of you spent most of your days traveling up and down the coast. It was the first time in months, possibly years, that you had felt so carefree.

After all that you had faced - Ranrok, Anne’s curse, the rift that had formed between Ominis and Sebastian over his use of dark magic - you’d all spent the first few weeks waiting for the other shoe to drop. As the summer days lengthened and you spent countless hours relaxing by the shore, your group of friends eased into a sense of peace. You left after a few weeks to head to London. After Fig’s passing you learned that he’d left everything to you. He had a small flat in London that contained his personal effects, books, and all the ancient magic research he and Miriam possessed. That’s where you spent the rest of your summer. Between the reading, sorting, and emotional weight the flat carried you hadn’t had time to return to Feldcroft before the start of term.

You wandered around the castle for a bit, stopping to chat with your favorite portraits, sneaking into the kitchens for some early morning biscuits, and sharing your leftovers with the many cats you encountered in the halls. You eventually made your way to the quidditch pitch just as the house captains began calling names for tryouts. A large group of students, sorted into four lines, was waiting at the entrance. They were dressed in various states of gear; some wore full sets of polished leather pads, while others sported nothing more than a helmet. Your gaze landed on Garreth, his bright hair visible as it peaked out from beneath his cap. You were about to make your way to him when a familiar voice caught your attention. Sebastian stood at the front of the line of Slytherin students. He was chatting with another boy in your year who looked extremely nervous about getting on a broom. You strode over to him, a force between gravity and magic closing the distance until you stopped just short of him.

“I didn’t know you played quidditch,” you interrupted. He snapped his attention to you and broke out into a roguish grin.

“You of all people should know by now that I’m full of surprises,” he said with a wink. You felt yourself blush and decided to blame it on the cold morning air if he pointed it out. His play-flirting had become incessant over the past few months. At first you thought it was genuine, but as the months dragged on and he still hadn’t shown any intention of courting you, you decided not to let your hopes up. But that didn’t stop you from indulging in a bit of flirting of your own. You meant every word, but he didn’t need to know that. You knew it wouldn’t make a difference.

“Be careful not to fall off your broom,” you say as you wipe a smudge of dirt from his cheek. “I’d hate to see anything happen to such a pretty face.” You finish the last line simpering and batting your eyelashes, exaggerating everything for comedic effect. It takes you a moment to realize that Sebastian isn’t laughing. He’s tensed up and a pretty blush is accentuating the freckles dotting his cheeks. Confused by his sudden change in demeanor, you place a concerned hand on his arm. “Seb?”

He seems to snap out of it then and adjusts his robes. He forces out a laugh, voice slightly trembling. “I guess I’d better be careful then,” he says quietly. Before you can do more than raise an eyebrow in confusion, he’s called to enter the pitch for his tryout. You make the climb up to the spectators’ seating to watch, but by the time you make it up the many flights of stairs they’ve already moved on to the next candidate. You’re disappointed that you didn’t get to see Sebastian’s tryout, but you decide to stay for Garreth’s. You slip Pride and Prejudice out of your knapsack and flip to the scene where Elizabeth overhears Darcy disgracing her name to Bingley.

When Garreth flies up to the center of the pitch, you shut your book and watch. He’s fast, weaving between the enchanted midair targets at breakneck speed. After he’s been evaluated for the four positions, he circles around the pitch, stopping just in front of you to give an exaggerated bow reminiscent of a knight before his princess. You laugh and place your hands over your heart, playing along. Satisfied, he returns to the grass and dismounts. You gather the rest of your things and head down to greet him and Sebastian.

According to Madam Kogawa the roster of all four teams would be finalized and displayed before the start of classes. Glancing at your watch you realize that you have just a few minutes to interrogate Sebastian about his tryout before you learn if he made the team. You easily spot him lounging, eyes closed, against one of the boulders scattered around the grass, his robe balled up and placed behind his head like a makeshift pillow. You stop just a foot away from him and note how peaceful he looks. His dark lashes fan across his cheeks, chest gently rising and falling with each breath. The wind blows a single stray curl into his face and your arm twitches as you resist the urge to sweep it back to the rest of his locks. Even with his eyes closed he seems to sense your presence and he blinks, gazing up at you blearily.

He says your name, voice still hoarse with sleep, and you tamp down the warmth that spreads from your chest at his tone. “They’re posting the results in a few minutes,” you offer.

“Good,” he grimaces as he rubs a hand behind his neck. “I was starting to get a bit too comfortable. Give me a hand?” he asks, reaching up to you.

You don’t see why he can’t get up himself, but you oblige. You have enough time to register how coarse and warm his hand is before you’re being pulled down and into the grass. You feel the air leave you in a soft huff as you land, but he catches your head in his lap before it can bump against the earth.

You’re winded and breathless and it has nothing to do with your fall and everything to do with the boy cradling your head as though you’re the most precious thing in the world. You feel torn between savoring the moment and pushing down any thoughts of him returning your affections. You can’t afford to get your hopes up. But, god, he smells like parchment and woodsmoke and the scones he always sneaks from the kitchens and you want. You want what you can never have, and if someone were to cast crucio right into your heart at this moment, you’re sure you wouldn’t feel a damn thing. You freeze in place, and affectionately huff out, “You’re so childish, Seb.”

He laughs, and the movement causes you to shift closer to his chest. “And yet, you always fall for it.” And you do. God help you, you do. A sudden commotion snaps both of your gazes to the pitch entrance.

“They’ve posted the rosters!” someone exclaims. Something unreadable passes behind his eyes as he holds your gaze, and then you’re both pushing through the crowd to see the results.

“Slytherin…Beater…yes!” he crows. You immediately turn to congratulate him, but Imelda beats you to it.

“He hit every bludger we threw at him in record time. Knew he was a Beater in the first minute,” she beams. You look back at Sebastian. So that’s why his tryout had been so short.

He crosses his arms over his chest and quirks a brow at you. “I expect to see you in Slytherin green at my first match,” he says smugly. You roll your eyes without an ounce of malice. “We’ll see,” you shoot back. Another round of cheers sounds at your back and you see Garreth pushing through the crowd toward you.

“With how you flew, there’s no way you didn’t make the team,” you say in place of greeting. He grins. “You’re looking at the newest Gryffindor Beater,” he says proudly.

“Congratulations!” you exclaim. He bows his head, as modest as ever despite his spectacular performance. He takes your hand and exaggeratedly places a hand over his heart.

“I vow to lead our House to victory in your name, my lady,” he decrees. You laugh at his antics, but Sebastian’s voice cuts low.

“I suppose I’ll see you on the pitch, Weasley,” his voice dangerously close to a growl. You wonder what transpired in the last thirty seconds to shift his mood to drastically. Garreth places a chaste kiss to the back of your hand before releasing it. You snap your attention back to Sebastian, and he’s staring daggers into your fellow Gryffindor. Garreth laughs good-naturedly, seemingly unaware of the tension. “Nothing wrong with a bit of friendly competition, Sallow.”

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lorrainmorgan · 3 months

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Serpent’s touch

[ 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐲 🐍 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ]

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"What are you going to do now, Ominis Gaunt?”… “Nothing that you wouldn't want me to do," he finally replied, his voice low. He waited for a sign from her, her consent, a hint, anything.

As the game ended, the duo trudged down to the Quidditch lockers to console their defeated friends. The Slytherin team had given it their all on the field, but their efforts fell short and they suffered a humiliating loss. Sebastian, fueled by anger and disappointment, was ready to confront another player for alleged cheating. And of course, Imelda's antics were always adding fuel to the fire.

The Slytherins exchanged glances at their friends' typical reactions before dragging them out of the tents and towards their common room before things got too heated.

The cool breeze of the castle hit them as they entered their Common Room, adding to the already gloomy atmosphere. But even in the dim light, they could see the moon casting its silver glow onto the Black Lake, waves crashing against the windows and reflecting off the stained glass.

As the night wore on, the sounds of students returning to their dorms could be heard throughout the castle.

When Bell’s Tower clock chimed past midnight, a lone male figure emerged from the shadows.

Wand casting a flickering red light as he made his way down the stairs. It was young Gaunt, making his way towards his favorite spot - a puffy couch next to the crackling fireplace. But as he approached, something caught his attention. Another figure sat in his usual spot, staring into the dancing flames.

"I see you too have nightmares" Lorra spoke in a hushed tone, her voice barely audible above the crackle of the fire. "Mine come and go, but I'd rather not sleep at all on nights like these. They only worsen with darkness."

Ominis sighed, his voice heavy with weariness and a hint of fear. "Indeed" he admitted quietly, "and they're always much worse when I sleep for long periods of hours." Lorain's gaze softened with understanding as she listened to him speak. "I just... can't sleep well most of the time. May I?". Ominis asked before sitting down next to his friend.

"That's why you take naps during the day," Lorain deduced, her eyes searching his face for confirmation. A small smile tugged at her lips as she added, "You're quite the character, Ominis Gaunt. Tell me, what do you normally do on nights like this?"

Her playful tone brought a slight blush to Ominis' cheeks as she gently nudged his shoulder.

"I... I usually just read or practice my magic," he answered after a moment of thought, his voice growing more confident. "Or sometimes, I'll sit outside and imagine I can look at the stars shining in the night sky..." His blind gaze drifted upwards for a brief moment.

His eyes lit up with a sense of wonder and excitement. He gestured animatedly with his hands, describing how he used his wand to trace the patterns in the stars and create intricate constellations only visible to him.

Lorrain leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, fully absorbed in his words. She could feel his passion for magic radiating from him, and she couldn't help but admire him for it.

"So when you look at the stars, Can you see shooting stars brighter than anyone else? How beautiful," she murmured.

"It's one of the few perks of my condition."" He smiled softly, touching the tip of his wand.

She let out a contented sigh, "You're amazing, Gaunt. Tell me more about yourself." Her voice was getting tired, but filled with genuine interest as she finally began to feel sleepy in his comforting presence.

"Um... Well, I'm not too much of a... very interesting person. I'm just an average wizard”.

She leaned in, intrigued.

"I've heard differently...about the Dark Arts and the Gaunts. Are the stories true?" Her tone was respectful, but there was a hint of curiosity in her voice.

He let out a long breath before answering. The weight of his family's dark beliefs hung heavily on his shoulders.

"Yes, unfortunately they are true. My family has a long history with the Dark Arts, and to our ties to Salazar Slytherin doesn’t help either. I'm not that different from them, despite trying to distance myself from it all." His words trailed off, filled with regret and shame. It was nothing to be proud of. Especially for what they’ve made him do when he was just a child…

Lorra's gaze lingered on Omini's face, her eyes drawn to the unique pattern of moles scattered across his cheek.

He tilted his head to the side. His light blue colored orbs seemed to see right through her. "You are different from them, I can tell. " she said softly.

Ominis couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves at her words. He was used to being looked down upon or ignored, not complimented. But there was something about her gentle expression and kind words that made him feel seen in a way he never had before. He smiled shyly and nodded his head in response.

"Thank you but I...you know, you don't really know me that well." He paused. “ That doesn't mean you're wrong, it's just...I'm not as good as you think I might be."

“Let me get to know you better then…”

She wanted to break through his reserved exterior and truly connect with him, for some reason. She knew he had walls built up, BIG ONES, but she couldn't help but feel hopeful that he would let her in.

Their midnight meetings had become a comforting routine in the weeks that followed. They would always meet in this same spot, surrounded by the darkness and the quiet of the night. For hours they would talk about their hopes and dreams, delving deep into the depths of their souls. They sat in silence sometimes, both lost in their own troubled thoughts and fears. But somehow, simply being in each other's company brought a sense of comfort and understanding.

One particular night, Ominis seemed more philosophical than usual as he asked her an unexpected question.

"What's something that you regret doing in your life? Anything at all that's worth regretting?"

She sucked in a sharp breath, feeling both nervous and vulnerable. But she knew she needed to answer his question honestly, it was only fair.

“I-I regret many things,” she laughed nervously, “but I guess not being there when my aunt needed me the most… She was the one who raised me, took me in after my muggle parents were killed. You see, Her and myself were the only witches in the family… ” She paused for a moment, her words heavy with emotion.

Ominis was taken aback by her response. He hadn't expected such a deeply personal and emotional answer. He couldn't help but feel sympathy for her.

"I’m so sorry Lorra".

Her eyes filled with tears as she began to open up to him. “She was cursed with the Torturing Curse, spent some time at San Mungo's but...she wasn't the same person anymore. She couldn't walk nor eat, comb her own hair, bathe herself… Eventually her lungs failed and then, well...I couldn't bear to see what she had become...an empty shell. For some reason everything is kind of a blur for me when I try to remember how it all happened, it’s just like a fog that clenches on that part of my past, you know?”

Her gaze drifted to the flickering flames before them, lost in memories she never thought she would share with anyone else nor trusting a Gaunt with these painful moments. The urge to embrace her and offer comfort was strong, but Ominis knew this was not the time.

As if sensing the heaviness in the air, Lorra interjected with a more mundane and random question, "Do you have a favorite color?"

It caused Ominis to laugh, understanding she wanted to stay away from that topic. “Yes, I do. My favorite color would have to be purple. For some reason, it brings me a sense of calm and peace. Sebastian has told me it’s the color of lavender, and the berries in our breakfast.”

Lorrain shared she knew - for some reason - that for blind people, muggles and wizards, colors were perceived through different sensations - red denoted warmth and coziness, while blue evoked feelings of coldness and solidity, and so on.

The concept fascinated her as she wondered how someone who couldn't see could understand or imagine the world around them.

Then, a thought crossed her mind - She wondered how Ominis, born without sight, would visualize her appearance. Has he imagined her based on the sound of her voice or the feel of her touch? With no filter at all, she asked if he was curious about what she looked like.

He met her curiosity with his own "May I touch your face then? It’ll just be a moment"

A rush of excitement surged through Lorrain as she eagerly replied, "Yes, please do." She sat facing him with her legs crossed, and grabbed his hands and gently guided them to her face, leaning in closer, allowing him to explore her features.

As he gently traced the contours of her face, she couldn't help but wonder what he was imagining. Was it close to reality or completely different? It was a strange sensation, being seen through touch rather than sight, but somehow it felt oddly intimate and personal.

The light brush of his fingertips against her skin made her hold her breath. His touch was as cold and smooth as polished stone, tracing a path from her hairline to her delicate eyebrows, then lingering on her eyelids with their soft, fluttering lashes. He continued down to her warm cheeks, where his touch seemed to melt away the chill, and finally to her parted soft lips. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat as she gazed into his mesmerizing eyes. They were like pools of liquid blue silver, reflecting chimney fire. Ominis continued his caress, stroking every contour of her face with delicate precision. As his fingers reached her chin, she smiled. She felt for a moment as though she was his most precious possession in the world.

The blonde wizard could sense her aura changing into something more... affectionate. The way he’d felt her smile made his ears warm up. Ominis’ hands slowly fell to the sides. Lorra waited anxiously for his response.

"I think I have a good idea now of how you look"

She watched him with curiosity and amusement, tilting her head slightly to the side as she waited for him to finish speaking. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke again.

"May I... ask you something personal? Why are you so kind to me? It's a dumb question, I know, but I can't help wondering."

She smiled and sighed at the same time, as if grappling with conflicting emotions. With a playful glint in her eyes, she replied, "You know Natsai Onai? She’s a Gryffindor. She told me to be cautious around you. Which only bloomed my curiosity on why”. She paused for a moment before continuing, “I didn’t want to believe the rumors until I knew you better"

Ominis' face twisted into an angry grin. How could someone who barely knew him, and spoke probably just a couple of words in four years, make assumptions about him?

Lorrain reached out and gently took his hand for comfort. "But I don't like to judge people before I really get to know them," she said softly. "And I'm glad I didn't listen to Natti.” Her heart raced with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“You are a good man, Ominis Gaunt. I’m thankful for everything we’ve shared so far. And I-I’m happy I was your dance partner that day… I truly am" Her words were like a warm embrace, softening his gaze and bringing a sense of peace. He couldn't remember the last time someone had spoken such kind words to him.

As the tension thickened between them, their breaths grew heavier with each passing moment, they inched closer, crossing personal boundaries until their bodies were almost touching. Ominis could feel the heat radiating from their skin and the pounding of their hearts almost deafening in his ears.

Before they could continue, the loud laughter of his friend Sebastian shattered the moment, separating them in a quick movement. The sound echoed off the stone walls of the common room, bouncing off the high vaulted ceilings and filling the space with a chaotic energy. Trying to redo his tie and smooth down his disheveled hair, Sebastian burst into the room like a whirlwind, clearly trying to hide the evidence of a late night escapade.

"Good morning, sunshine," Ominis quipped sarcastically as he pointed his wand at his friend in a mock-parental manner. "Late night study sessions, I presume?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes, but couldn't hide the smile on his face. "Well my study session went very well, thank you. And it also resulted in me getting invited to the Ball... What a time to be alive," he declared with relief, grateful that he didn't have to stress about finding a date, not that he’d have a problem finding one…

Turning to Ominis, scanning the situation he had just interrupted, he asked with a teasing tone, "And do yoouu already have a lucky lady on your arm for the event?"

"No, I do not have a date for the upcoming ball. And yes, I am aware that it is happening soon," Ominis replied sharply.

Sebastian joined them for a while before leaving to his room, joking about how Lorrain didn’t have a date either because she didn’t find any of the suitors appropriate.

“I better be off as well, Ominis,” said Lorra with a soft sigh. "Thank you for another late night chat. I always enjoy your company."

Ominis saw an opportunity and seized it. He knew it was sudden, and possibly bad timing, and it was certainly not the way he’d wanted to extend a proper invitation, but he hoped that out of all her possible options, she was only considering one.

With a determined flick of his wand, he summoned a delicate flutterby into existence, stood up from the plush couch and called out Lorra's name, halting her ascent up the staircase. His heart pounded nervously as he held out the shimmering creature towards her.

"Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the Yule Ball?" he asked, his voice faltering slightly as he waited for her reply. He mentally scolded himself for not planning this moment sooner.

She turned to face him, a slight look of surprise crossed her features. Ominis quickly caught up to her, making sure to stay just one step below her in position. The following silence felt like an eternity for the young Gaunt, each second stretching out into infinity.

"I would absolutely love that," she finally said, her voice soft and melodic, reaching out to take the beautiful present Ominis presented to her. As their hands met, she could feel a wave of warmth spread throughout her body.

They stood there for a moment longer, their bodies tense with emotion over the invitation and the response. She could see the hunger in his eyes, and she knew exactly what he wanted to do. She leaned back against the railing adorned with a stone serpent, carefully placing the pot on its sturdy surface.

"What are you going to do now, Ominis Gaunt?" Her words were a challenge, a dare, dripping with sarcastic amusement.

Like a predator stalking its prey, Ominis followed her scent, as she leaned away from him, and quickly closed the distance between them. Their bodies were so close now, their breaths mingling together in an intimate dance. His hand caressed her forearm, his lips pressing against the soft skin of her hand. And she couldn't help but feel a rush of intoxicating sweetness at his touch.

"Nothing that you wouldn't want me to do," he finally replied, his voice low. He waited for a sign from her, her consent, a hint, anything.

She grabbed him by the cloak and gently pulled him closer. Ominis’ hands found the curves of her neck, fingers tangled in her braid. Finally, their lips found each other for the first time. Eyes shut, they savored the moment - their souls leaving their bodies at the touch of each other finally happening. The heat of their embrace gave Ominis enough confidence that he was doing the right thing.

Despite their lack of expertise in the art of kissing and courting, it was enough for them. Their bodies pressed together with a comforting weight as they continued to lock lips. She timidly opened her mouth, her tongue instinctively reaching out to explore her lover's mouth. Ominis eagerly welcomed her, mirroring her actions with slow and deliberate movements. Her hands traced a path from his chest to his neck, making his blood drop cold at the warmth of her touch. With noses touching and smiles on their faces, they broke apart like two mischievous children caught in the act.

As they acclimated to each other's unique scent and taste, they murmured sweet nothings about how long they had wanted to share this intimate moment, how mesmerizing the other was, how they never imagined ending up like this after a simple dance class.

There was a shift in the scents surrounding them, from the warm sweetness of cinnamon to a stronger and more vibrant aroma of berry-lavender.

Notes:

👉 Took me for ever to be ok Ominis' hair but I think I finally got it! 🐍✨

👉 🌷 a beautiful plant with green branches and violet flowers that resemble a butterfly, They shudder and adapt their smell only once a century.

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theresattrpgforthat · 1 year

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Do you know any solo RPGs with a lighthearted or comic tone? I’m getting real stressed due to finals coming up and I’d like to just relax with something silly and/or cute.

THEME: Lighthearted Solo Games

Hello friend, I hope you find these suggestions helpful!

Global Dragon Egg Conservation, by KuumatheBronze.

Welcome to GDEC!

Thank you for your interest in our company. We're incredibly excited to welcome you to the ranks of the Global Dragon Egg Conservation!

Journal each day with the Dragon Eggs you’ve been given to take care of. Use a deck of cards to randomly generate story prompts, such as eggs elements and preferred nesting materials! Overcome adversity and grow along with your eggs! Watch your beautiful babies fly away knowing you’ve done something amazing.

This is a game that can be played fairly quickly, which is great if you’re balancing a lot of other things but you still want a chance to just sit down and have a brain break. You’ll use a deck of cards to generate eggs and put together interesting little nests, coming up with ideas about the dragons inside as you manage predators, boredom, and wildly different needs. Let your imagination run free!

Merchant, by Hella Big Claws.

"Hello Traveler! Would you perhaps care to buy a sword that tells you how to cook? How about a necklace, that sacrifices all your hair for tough scales? Maybe a nice wine, from the world before. How ab- oh. No? O-ok...."

Merchant is a single player game about creating a small demon merchant, and the wares they wish to sell.

With only two pages of rules, this is a game that is quick to pick up, easy to play, and allows you to create a little stall for your merchant character to live in. It’s very rules light and gives you a little character to sit in the back of your head (and possibly show up in future games that need a demon merchant!)

Sidekick Story, by Ive Sorocuk.

You are the sidekick of a missing superhero!

Discover what happened to your partner by visiting locations and finding clues, but be careful of the other super-happenings in town!

created for the Hints and Hijinx Jam.

The Hints and Hijinx system usually makes use of two skills that will reduce the size of your skill if you roll poorly, but give you clues on a success. Similar to the Breathless system, you can reset your skills, but you can only do it once per game. You’ll play through three stages: a set-up, an investigation, and a Deduction. Your chances of a proper Deduction grow with each clue unearthed - use your imagination (and provided prompts) to fill out locations, construct clues, and describe the investigation process.

This specific game is pretty light-hearted due to the setting and genre, although you probably have the ability to make it more or less serious depending on how dire you think the superheroes’ situation is.

Magizoology, by Missy P.

You are the zoologist on a research team tasked with gathering information about an alien planet filled with strange and fantastical creatures. You are curious to see how these creatures use their elemental magic in their daily lives.

Magizoology is a single-player journaling game based on Takuma Okada's Alone Among The Stars. It requires a standard deck of cards, a six-sided die, a place to record your encounters, and an active imagination.

As a creature-cataloguing game this gives your body a chance to rest and your brain a chance to wander. Create some funky creatures! Give them magic powers! Make notes about their behaviour and fill your catalog! You can play this game for as long or as little as you like - whenever you think your scientist is done, you can call it a day. Perfect for those who are short on time and just need a little break.

Games I’ve Recommended in the Past

Sweaters by Hedgehog, by Haunted Oak Press.

Osteotzee, by Psychound.

#dnd #tabletop games #solo #solo games #asks #game recommendations #indie ttrpgs

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leidensygdom · 1 year

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There is no wrong way to enjoy TTRPGs, as long as everyone at the table is having fun

I just saw a couple of people tagging some of my latest posts with concerns on how they are scared to DM TTRPGs because they can’t do battlemaps, so let me put a quick post together about this:

There is no wrong way to enjoy TTRPGs, as long as everyone at the table is having fun. Fun is the keyword here. Is everyone enjoying the game? Then you’re doing it right. Doesn’t matter how little or how much you want to have at your table. Doesn’t matter which system are you playing. As long as people are enjoying themselves, you’re doing it right.

This means a lot of things. Maybe your group loves playing by-the-book and never homebrews. That’s absolutely right. Or maybe your group has almost developed an entire system of their own after years of homebrewing. That’s also good- If everyone at the table like it and it is fair for everyone, you’re playing the game right!

Some people love super crunchy games filled with numbers and strategy and no RP. If everyone at the table enjoys that, then you’re doing it right. Maybe you like very deadly games and meatgrinders- If people at the table like that, it’s absolutely valid. Or maybe you just want to do RP and develop characters with none of the numbers. If that’s what your group wants, congrats! That’s also valid.

Some people love to painstakingly prepare every little detail and has 10 pages of notes for a session. It takes time, but it makes DMing easier for some. If it works for you, do it! Or maybe you like to go completely improv- If it suits your style and it works for the table, that’s also fantastic

Format-wise, you can play TTRPGs in many ways. Maybe you just want to go full theatre of mind- Absolutely valid. Maybe you don’t want to think about battlemaps but still need a way to make it work- I’ve seen people use emojis on discord to build a semblance of a battlemap. I’ve seen people use excel. People use google sheets. People use drawing software. If it works for your group, it’s good enough. Or maybe you play irl and want to go all in with painted minis and terrain, or the VTT equivalent of having fully animated maps full of spell effects and stuff. That’s also absolutely valid! Why wouldn’t it be?

There has been a lot of talking about the right TTRPGs to enjoy, and how to enjoy them, which has probably risen because of the OGL and people suddenly moving systems or finding new groups, or even people finding out animated spells are a thing. And of course, there’s some people willing to police how others have fun at their tables. Which- Let’s be entirely honest, if you see someone whine about “theatre of the mind sucks you’re just lazy” (or “you don’t need a fancy animated battlemap”, on the contrary) it’s better to just ignore the fuck out of them and move on. If it works for your table, go and enjoy exactly that. That’s what matters.

A lot of times people choose to play TTRPG one way or another to accommodate to their groups needs and their own, and trying to say what is “wrong” can easily fall into a weirdly ableist discourse. For example, I have a speech impediment: It’s gotten better over the years, but lengthy improv descriptions are a struggle. And so, I’d rather either prepare extensive descriptions in my notes, or draw a battlemap that puts my players into what I envision without a 5-minute narration that will burn my mental RAM. Someone with ADHD may need extensive notes to not go off the rails- Or maybe a dyslexic person can’t use notes too well and prefers to rely on improv. Aphantasia is a thing and some people can’t just imagine out of a text description, and they may prefer to see an animation instead of hearing someone describe it. The beauty of TTRPGs is that they’re wildly variable, and people have found endless ways to enjoy them- and adapt them to their needs.

So, for whoever needs to hear this, for whoever found some idiot on the internet telling you how to play your own home game: If your group is having fun the way you play the game, you’re doing it right. Don’t be scared to try out methods that work for you and your group, and adapt it to individual preferences, needs, and use whatever accommodations you need to make your life easier. Having fun is the objective, the way you get there is up to you.

#ttrpg #tabletop rpg #ttrpgs #vtt #virtual tabletop #dnd 5e #pathfinder #vtm #starfinder #gurps #long post #call of cthulhu

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pixiehollowttrpg · 11 months

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I’ll tell you a story…

Gather round, fairies, and I'll tell you a story. A story of wonder and magic, of danger and friendship, of peril, pirates and precarious points in time. Together, we'll visit every season of Pixie Hollow, explore every corner of Never Land, and even travel far, far beyond to the very shores of the Mainland. Our only guide is our hearts, and our only limit is our imaginations! (And maybe how much pixie dust you've got with you.)

How does that sound? I certainly hope it sounds good, because I'm going to need your help. Hm? Well, don't look so surprised! After all, a magical quest is nothing without brave heroes to go questing. And that's where you come in, friend. See, today, I'm going to tell your story. The story of one of the greatest heroes pixie-kind has ever known. And why will I need your help, you ask? Well, because your story hasn't even happened yet, that's why! Today you take the first step, flutter the first flutter, and I-- no, and we-- are going to begin a grand adventure.

So gather round, one and all. Today, we're going to tell your story together.

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Hello!

Hello, and welcome to the VERY UNOFFICIAL Pixie Hollow tabletop role playing game! This is a homemade system made by @chiptunecreature, intended to be played by people who've never played a game like this before, people who play games like this all the time, and everyone in between. If you're a fan of the Disney Fairies books or movies, i hope you'll give this a try, and I hope you have fun!

At the moment, this page doesn't have the full rules up yet. But I'm working on them now, so I'd definitely appreciate it if you followed the page so you can see when something new posts!

And if you're not familiar with this kind of game, read on...

What's a Tabletop Role Playing Game?

A tabletop role playing game (TTRPG) is a game where people gather together and take on the role of heroic characters going on a fascinating quest fill of adventure, monsters, treasure and fun. It's called a tabletop role playing game because usually it's played in person on a physical table, but dont worry--it can just as easily be played online.

The game is narrated by another player, known as a Storyteller, who creates an adventure and guides the characters through that adventure by describing the people, places and things they encounter. The action takes place in everyone's imagination, so the setting can look however you'd like!

Games like this may seem complex, but they're actually quite simple! Most games can be summed up in this three-step process:

The storyteller describes what's happening in the story.

The players say what they want to do.

The storyteller decides what happens next, and goes back to step one to let the players know what's going on.

The storyteller is the one narrating the world, but you get to decide what your character does, how they act, what they say, and more. In this way, the storyteller and the players get to write the story together.

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Next time, I'll be talking about what you'll need in order to play. See you then!

#disney fairies #tinker bell #tinkerbell

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lavenderwhore444 · 2 years

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Our Last Night Alive

Hi it's 2:00am but you're probably seeing this around 8:00pm

Eddie imagine for tonight ❤️

I don't think there are any spoilers

Cw: No dialogue just my thoughts on your screen, mentions of pregnancy, vaginal sex, creampie, and a little groping as a treat

Also no one dies don't worry the title is a little misleading lol

Dear god he's so fine

All I'm thinking about is laying with Eddie after going through hell together. You drove out to the middle of nowhere so you could sleep in his van together because Eddie will let you sleep alone when hell freezes over. This could be your last night together. You could be taken away at any moment by the police, football player vigilantes, or some ungodly creature that crawled out of a slimy hole in the ground.

Neither of you can sleep, and he's just so warm that you have to cling to him. You push your face into the crook of his neck to breathe him in. You're fucking terrified but knowing what's out there, what's hunting you, sure makes the adrenaline kick in. He kisses you because what the fuck else is he supposed to do when his pretty girlfriend is lying next to him, unable to rest besides fuck her to sleep.

He already has his arms wrapped around you. In fact, Eddie hasn't stopped touching you since you got back. His big hands rub up and down your back, slowly inching lower. He runs his skilled fingers down your spine while quietly declaring his undying love for you. You can feel his hot breath against your face as he promises that nothing will ever harm you. But that's not what you need to hear, and Eddie knows it.

So he promises to keep himself safe too, that you'll leave this shitty town after saving the world and go out to California with Joyce, Jane, and Will. When this is all over, it'll be only a blip in your long full lives together. The promise of him getting a job, graduating high school, and even going to college with you makes you wet. Or maybe it's because Eddie’s big hands have tugged your sweatpants down and are groping your ass. You can feel the tent in his pants pressing up against your stomach.

Eddie is lost in thought, thinking about you pregnant with his kids. Being in the delivery room with you when you get to see your kid for the first time, seeing you hold them as people congratulate him on his first born child. He wants to make you his so badly. To marry you and fill you up and rub it in everyone’s face. Show them that the hottest, smartest, kindest girl in the entire world is his.

The only reason Eddie is pulled back to the present day is because your hands wormed their way between the two of you and down to his pants. He groans as you palm his cock through his jeans. Your hands are so small in comparison to his enormous cock. The cock that he loves to shove inside your pussy, the cock that makes you squirt, the cock that fucks you dumb until all you blabber about is how you're his filthy little slut.

Soon your cute little whimpers reach his ears. You're begging for more, telling him you're horny and so wet for him and that he needs to touch you. He hears you pray for him to play with your pussy because it's absolutely drooling for him, and you want him to feel good. Eddie nearly moans as you look up at him and tell him that your pussy will feel so good around his cock. You tell him how wet and tight and warm it will be. He grinds against your hand while you describe how badly you need to be filled with his cum.

It's a matter of seconds before he's on top of you. Your shirt is gone in the blink of an eye, and so are your panties, which he shoves in his pocket because, god damn it, if he does kick the bucket, he wants them to find your soaked panties in his pocket. You make quick work of his pants and pull his boxers down in record time. His hard, throbbing cock is finally released from its polyester prison.

No matter how many times you see it, your boyfriend's cock will always take your breath away. It's long, girthy, and veiny with unkempt hair around the base (which he can pull off because, of course, he can). The tip is a pretty red and oozing precum, just aching to fill a needy pussy like your own. He can't help but slam into your pussy, stretching you so much that fat teardrops roll down your face. But you fucking love it and he knows it.

How your pussy clenches around him whenever he gets rough with you, whether it be pinning you against the wall or picking you up and throwing you on the bed, tells Eddie everything he needs to know. His name falls from your lips like a sweet desperate prayer as the van rocks back and forth. His calloused fingers rub your clit, while the guitar pick around his neck dangles in your face.

Eddie’s head dips down so he can suck and bite your nipples as well as mouth both of your tits. He soon moves to your neck, his spit coating your chest, leaving hickeys and bite marks. You feel his teeth pierce your skin and can only imagine how you'll explain that in the morning. The taste of metal dances on the tip of his tongue, and his thrusts falter as he worries he's gone too far.

But all you do is look at him with half-lidded fucked out eyes as you try and fuck yourself on him. You see him grin ear to ear as he resumes his brutal pace and continues to rub your clit. You indulge in each other for hours, edging until you're a blubbering mess, tear drops rolling down your face as you beg him to let you cum. And Eddie just teases you, calling you a desperate, needy girl, but that's okay because that's just how he likes them.

He'll love you even though you're a desperate slut. He’ll take care of your needy pussy for the rest of your life, licking, sucking, and fucking it whenever you need him to. Eddie sees the desperate plea stuck in your throat, repeatedly interrupted by various pleasurable noises, and finally lets you cum. You see stars and are sure that all of Hawkins, maybe all of Indiana, heard you cry out his name. You feel him blow his load deep inside of you. It looks like you forgot to mention that with everything going on, you missed your birth control...

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #smut #slight fluff #stranger things #eddie fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #shigarakisfavoritewhore

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sims5leaks · 5 months

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Grand Theft Auto VI has, after years of speculation, officially been revealed. The game is scheduled to arrive in 2025, and Rockstar's next open-world epic will take us back to Vice City for another adventure filled with carjacking, murder, robbery, and other assorted crimes.

The first trailer for the game is short, but it still packs in quite a bit of information regarding the game's setting, main characters, and activities. Below, we break it all down so you can get a sense of just what you're in for when the game launches.

Tom Petty - Love is a Long Road

Grand Theft Auto games use fictional cities for their settings, but they are heavily, heavily inspired by real locations. Vice City is based on Miami, Florida, and the debut Grand Theft Auto VI trailer uses Love is a Long Road by Tom Petty to set the mood. Petty was from Gainesville, Florida, and given the lovers-against-the-world vibes we're getting from the trailer, the song seems fitting.

Hair physics

Hair has long been one of the most difficult things to animate in video games, and it appears Rockstar is anxious to show players the progress it has made with GTA VI. We get a brief glimpse of this in the trailer, with a bikini-clad woman shaking her head as her hair flows from side to side. It also casts a realistic shadow on her shoulder.

Environmental hazards?

It's not just the Vice City populace that can spell your doom in Grand Theft Auto VI--the world itself appears to be up to the challenge. This is teased in the trailer via the news ticker just after the one-minute mark, which describes a waterspout sucking up a man and ruining his suit. As this is pseudo-Florida, we also see an alligator walking into a convenience store.

Set in modern day

Unlike Grand Theft Auto: Vice City, which was set in the 1980s, it looks like GTA 6 will be set in the modern day. We see multiple social media stars making videos during the trailer. One is twerking on top of a moving vehicle and another is getting out of the driver's seat while the car is still moving. Rest in peace to them both, probably. And let's not forget the man with a terminal case of Hank Hill Ass who appears just afterward.

Callbacks to past games

A few callbacks to previous Grand Theft Auto games are included in the trailer. Around 34 seconds in, you can see a very small glimpse of the Ocean View Hotel, which served as the first safehouse in the original Vice City game. Later, a Liberator monster truck can be seen during a mudding event--these were included in San Andreas and also appeared in Grand Theft Auto V.

The Florida Joker

Several years ago, a man in the Miami area referred to as the "Florida Joker" made news after a series of arrests. The Florida Joker, as you can imagine, has tattoos that resemble the famous villain. It certainly looks like Rockstar is referencing him in the trailer, which features a brief glimpse of a purple-haired man with face tattoos just after the one-minute mark.

Leonida

No, not the Spartan king Leonidas--this is the state of Leonida. The fictional state where Vice City is located (like San Andreas is for Los Santos) Leonida is referenced by name several times in the trailer. It remains to be seen how far we'll venture outside of Vice City itself, but the multiple mentions of the state at large could be a hint. It appears there is another location called Hamlet, which gets a mention in the trailer near the end.

Preventing and enjoying crime together

It appears Rockstar is riffing on the popular app Citizen in Grand Theft Auto VI, which allows people to report crimes in their area. The app is currently very popular in the United States, and we see a notice from an official government account about 43 seconds in that shows an animal control agent attempting to remove an alligator from a swimming pool.

#gta vi #gta 6

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lovebiteshqs · 5 months

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HAS SAFIYA MOORE ALWAYS HAD THEIR MOONFLOWER TATTOO? COULD BE THAT MORE SOULMARKS ARE APPEARING.

welcome to lovebites m, sophia ali is now taken !! please make sure your account is sent in within twelve hours before our opening date, and give our checklist a read over.

THE BASICS

⋆ ⠀⠀⠀࿐ྃ ▸ ; ⠀ [ sophia ali. werewolf hunter. 28/28. lesbian. cis woman. ] was that just SAFIYA MOORE , I saw coming out of THE EVERWINTER FOREST RUINS? the TATTOO ARTIST is best to be described as RESOURCEFUL, but pronouns could also be TEMPESTUOUS and as well as being previously unmarked they can easily be noticed by ripped and paint stained jeans piling up on the floor, remnants of the night before’s black streaking eye makeup, a messy greenhouse with a canvas sitting in the corner as well as THEIR MOONFLOWER TATTOO, which has only just appeared. [ m. 25+. pst. she/her. triggers ] //please drop here at least three tattoos you believe would match with your characters: any kind of black flower, a full moon, a heartshaped leaf

THE DETAILS

WANTED CONNECTIONS — though we are a pairs group, we want to provide our writers as much of a diversified writing experience as possible, so please select and fill out one of the following.

⋆ ⠀⠀⠀࿐ྃ ▸ ; ⠀( SOPHIA ALI ) our SAFIYA MOORE is looking for their HALF SIBLING. They would be TWENTY THREE - TWENTY SEVEN and would most likely look like UTP (MUST BE AT LEAST HALF WHITE). You DO NOT have to contact the player. Description: They would be their siblings on their dad’s side (white parent). Bonus points for added drama if the half sibling is also half south asian and maybe they grew up not knowing they were half siblings and believed they shared the same mom too.

⋆ ⠀⠀⠀࿐ྃ ▸ ; ⠀( SOPHIA ALI ) our SAFIYA MOORE is looking for their RIDE OR DIE. They would be TWENTY SIX - THIRTY and would most likely look like UTP. You DO NOT have to contact the player. Description: They’re friends who are close in age. They’re practically family at this point. People thought they would end up together but they’ve always only been friends. They would do anything for each other. Can be someone else in the pack or a human or witch

questions — lets take a deeper dive into how your character has viewed whats happened in everwinter so far.

how does your character feel about their soulmark? for those bonded with vampires, your character would have only gotten the mark back recently — how has that changed their lives/plans at all? is being soul-bonded something they look forward to?

Safiya’s parents are soulmarked and she always wanted a relationship similar to theirs. She’s a little embarrassed to admit just how much she imagined meeting her own imprint. Of course things didn’t go to plan when nothing at all appeared when she was eighteen. Knowing they were a vampire and she was never likely to find her imprint, Safiya completely wrote them off. One of the reasons she became a tattoo artist and started getting tattoos herself, was so that she and others with vampire imprints could have one less thing they felt they were missing. A tattoo was no replacement for a soulmark, but her skin at least felt less empty.

Now that her soulmark has appeared, she doesn’t know what to do. She’s lived the last ten years with no romantic attachments, and the thought of being pulled towards someone that’s supposed to be her forever is terrifying. Safiya also doesn’t want this to affect her relationship with her wolf family and doesn’t want to be put in a position where she has to choose.

for werewolves — were they born a wolf or turned? how do they feel about pack dynamics? are they close with the pack? what are their thoughts on the other species? how do they feel about the treaty?

Safiya’s is from a long line of wolves and she like many others started shifting when she hit puberty (for Safiya she was around 12). She is very close with her family and with her pack and has always only really seen the positives of pack life. As a hunter that takes her duty seriously, she can’t imagine how there are wolves who aren’t close to their pack/put them first after once making what she considered the wrong choice and choosing her own happiness first. They’re very protective of their wolf family, but having a very open minded human mom has left her with not having a particular dislike for other species as long as there is respect for territories. As for the treaty? Safiya is quite conflicted about it. She believes the vampires deserved to be punished but thinks the punishment shouldn’t have affected non-vamps too. Because ironically having no soulmark branded her as someone mated to a vampire.

given what’s occurred in everwinter so far ( please look at our PLOT and SUMMARIES page for a break down ), how do they feel? have they changed their thoughts on anything like the other species?

Safiya has always claimed to be very open to other species and hasn’t let that affect who they’ve slept with in the past, but now that there could be a permanent vampire in their life, their inherited bias is showing. They don’t want to risk their place in the pack and don’t think the pack would be happy to have a vampire around all the time either, despite soulmate laws.

explore where you’d like to see your character going arc wise. how would you like to see them develop here at lovebiteshqs.

I would love to see my character once again faced with a choice that includes their pack and having to decide once again if they should come first over her own dreams and desires. I’m also a sucker for slow burn and just general character development that comes about through interactions.

background —

Born to a human mother and a wolf father, Safiya spent the majority of her life in Everwinter, leaving only briefly in her late teens/early 20s for school. They say it takes a village to raise a baby, and the pack was very much her village. When her parents were busy, Safiya was often left in the care of one of her paternal grandparents or one of her wolf ‘aunties’. Everyone was considered family, even if they weren’t blood related.

Safiya showed great promise as an artist from a young age and it was a skill that both her parents made sure to nurture despite the fact that it wasn’t seen as a useful pack skill. They supported her passions, while making sure she was also educated on all things that would make her an important member of the pack.

As a child Safiya had big dreams of being a fashion designer but always suffered with conflicting thoughts when it came to leaving her pack. Her parents encouraged her to follow her dreams and Safiya stepped away from the pack to go to school for art. Within a few months, Safiya knew she’d made the wrong choice but stuck it out due to her own stubbornness. At the end of her graduate degree, she moved back home and declared she no longer wanted to be a designer. Instead she started working with a local tattoo artist at Inked Out as an apprentice and reintegrated into the pack. Over time she grew in both areas, quickly becoming a talented tattoo artist and hunter for her pack. It had taken time, but once they’d seen that she had no plan to leave again, the pack welcomed her back with warm arms and it was like she’d never left.

contact — I’m fine with someone applying and figuring out the details of the pairing later on.

#submission #accepted

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thetinybeaniee · 6 months

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⚒️🧱🌳𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖-𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤!🐄⚔️💎

Hello everyone!

Today I will be introducing you with a very famous game that has been around for awhile and are suitable for all categories of ages. I present to you,

An introduction to a blocky sandbox game.

𝕊𝕠, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕥?

Minecraft is a game made up of blocks, creatures, and community. You can survive the night or build a work of art – the choice is all yours. But if the thought of exploring a vast new world all on your own feels overwhelming, then fear not! Let’s explore what Minecraft is all about!

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕒𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕥?

What's fun about Minecraft is that there are no set of goals and can be played however you’d like! This is why it’s sometimes called a “sandbox game” – there are lots of things for you to do, and lots of ways that you can play. If you like being creative, then you can use the blocks to build things from your imagination. If you’re feeling brave, you can explore the world and face daring challenges. Blocks can be broken, crafted, placed to reshape the landscape, or used to build fantastical creations.

Depending on how you play, you can either fight or make friends with creatures. You can have peaceful meditations, grand adventures, and everything in between in the world of Minecraft. You can even play in community worlds and share your creations with other players!

Learn more about crafting, one of Minecraft’s basic features, in this guide.

The Minecraft interface (PS4)

𝕀𝕤 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕥 𝕍𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥?

There are some mildly violent elements to the game because it includes combat. If playing in multiplayer mode, players can hit and defeat other players in addition to hostile and passive mobs. Nevertheless, there isn't any blood and the graphic violence is constrained by Minecraft's aesthetic.

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖?

The two game modes in Minecraft which are Creative and Survival mode.

In Creative mode, you can easily:

Destroy a block along with having infinite resources and the ability to fly. Most players who want to concentrate on the pure joy of using blocks to create things choose to play in this mode.

You can explore the environment, gather resources, craft, battle monsters, and earn experience points in the Survival mode.

*It takes effort and certain tools to break different blocks. Along with managing your own hunger and health, you are also constrained by gravity. *

In addition to Survival mode, "Hardcore" is a subcategory mode in Minecraft: Java Edition where you only have one life and losing it ends the game.

There are four difficulty settings for both Creative and Survival: Easy, Normal, Hard, and Peaceful. These options are largely irrelevant in Creative mode since you won't be attacked by mobs. But these difficulty levels are crucial in Survival mode! They have an impact on several aspects of the game, including the frequency of hostile mob spawns, the damage they deal, the speed at which the hunger bar fills, and the rate at which a player's health restores over time.

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕

𝕃𝕠𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕦.

The launcher opens the News screen, which displays game updates and links. Enter your username and password in the lower right corner and click Log In to continue to the main menu.

This list describes what you can do after you click the buttons on the main menu:

SinglePlayer: Start or continue a basic game. The remaining portion of this article covers the options for starting a game in SinglePlayer mode.

MultiPlayer: Join other players online.

Languages: Change the language of the text in Minecraft. Use the tiny button, just left of the Options button, showing a speech bubble containing a globe.

Options: Manage game options such as sound, graphics, mouse controls, difficulty levels, and general settings.

Quit Game: Close the window, unless you’re in In-Browser mode.

𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖.

To start your first game in SinglePlayer mode, follow these steps:

Click the SinglePlayer button to view a list of all worlds.If you’re just starting out in Minecraft, this list should be empty.

Click the Create New World button to start a new game.The Create New World page appears.

3. In the World Name text box, you can type what ever name you prefer then click Create New World button at the bottom left of the screen.

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕥

When selecting Single Player and Survival mode in Minecraft, your first day can be very exciting but also very stressful. You are immediately thrown into a world with little resources and have to prepare yourself to ensure you survive your first night, when hostile mobs are more likely to attack you.

Typically, your first day in Minecraft involves things like collecting resources, punching woods, killing animals, building or finding shelter, gathering food, etc.

Now that you know how to play Minecraft, enjoy building and exploring the limitless virtual worlds available to you!

𝔹𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘

It might shock you due to the design of the game but there are various benefits that can be obtained from playing the game!

Creating a drive for students to meaningful learning. Students ranging from kids to adults can explore real-world issues in immersive, imaginative world.

Helps prepare students for the digital future as technologies modernizes. As the world evolves into advanced, this helps them to have a full understanding with computational thinking with in-game coding and curriculum.

Develops student's social-emotional skills through a variety of gameplay. This helps build the value of empathy in a person and students can learn digital citizenship at the same time.

Other than a survival game, students can also use the application in the comfort of their home to learn, i.e. this is a photo of a chemistry periodic table.

In my opinion, games like Minecraft allows student to explore and express creativity which can be good for learning. It stimulates critical thinking, problem-solving, and system thinking (learning how things work together). Minecraft's focus on building can reinforce geometry concepts, as it strengthens players' logic skills, creativity, and even collaboration. But the educational value of any piece of media has a lot to do with who's guiding the learning.

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leonbloder · 1 year

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Heartspur Moments

The human brain is a beautiful creation--filled with mystery, memories, and more information than we can imagine. If it didn't regulate the amount of sensory input we receive daily, we wouldn't be able to handle it.

And so our experiences get stored away, but there are moments when something brings them rushing to the fore, which can be disorienting.

The other day as I was reading through John Koenig's excellent Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows--a book filled with words that Koenig created to describe emotions that don't have words to explain--I came across this entry:

heartspur n. an unexpected surge of emotion in response to a seemingly innocuous trigger--the distinctive squeal of a rusty fence, a key change in an old pop song, the hint of certain perfume--which feels all the more intense because you can't quite pin it down.

I'm confident that we have all had a moment like Koenig describes. We hear, smell, or see something that sparks something within us, and sometimes we don't know why.

Maybe I'm odd, but when something like that happens, I value the cognitive journey that I take when I experience one of those heartspur moments.

I had a moment like that a few years ago when I was driving my son's old car (which used to be mine at one point) and listening to a Smashing Pumpkins CD he had left in the CD player (remember those?).

I was sitting at a crosswalk waiting for some pedestrians to pass through, and the smell of the car, the familiar way it felt to drive it, and the sound of the music brought up a rush of emotions that I wasn't expecting.

It took me a while to figure out what was causing the intensity of my feelings. Still, I eventually realized that I was feeling nostalgic about the passage of time, my son growing up, the changes in my life, and my own uncertainty about the future.

I don't always have an answer for a heartspur moment. Plenty of times, I've felt something intensely because of some trigger or another and never really got deep enough to figure out why.

You may have had similar experiences with heartspur moments of your own. Perhaps your trigger is a sound, a smell, or something you see or feel that sends you spinning emotionally.

You might find yourself tearing up, angry, or joyously happy, and you aren't sure why. But the feelings are too intense to ignore.

The good news is you don't have to figure it out. If you do, that's awesome and may lead to a deeper understanding of yourself. But if you don't, that's perfectly all right. Just feel your feelings. Let them remind you that you are alive and capable of deep emotions.

An ancient Hebrew poet once wrote, "I am fearfully and wonderfully made." This means that God imbues human beings with wonder and mystery. We are complicated and unique.

And there's also this: our heartspur moments can become for us signs and symbols of the Holy Spirit at work, reminding us who we are, inviting us to go deeper in our understanding, and convicting us of ways we might become more complete versions of ourselves.

May it be so. And may the grace and peace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with us now and always. Amen.

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tetraphobia

maybe seijoh's revenge doesn't always have to be on the court. maybe seijoh's revenge can come in the form of fucking kageyama's sweet little girlfriend.

wc: 3.3k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, noncon, gangbang, mindbreak, victim blaming/guilt, forced infidelity, hints of sadism, anal, double penetration, deepthroat, cunnilingus, sorta overstim? idk this is very nasty, fem!reader with inner genitals, timeskip!characters

a/n: this is for @somecravings' gangbang collab! this work features the seijoh four.

i don’t want minors interacting with my content

“I wonder where Tobio-chan found himself such a cute girlfriend.”

The words freeze you in your tracks.

A tall, well-built, man leans against the wall of the hotel hallway, the cramped space making him loom large in front of you. You think he’s a stranger at first - but a closer look at the waves of his chestnut hair, his molten hazel eyes - and memories of the pictures Tobio had shown you flood back into your mind.

Oikawa Tooru, he’d told you. Teammates at Kitagawa Daiichi, and then rivals at Karasuno and Aoba Johsai. I took away his last chance to make it to nationals in high school. Now he’s on Argentina’s national team. Looked up to him a lot, but we had a… strained relationship.

His eyes flicker back to the faded yearbook photos, an unmistakable note of bitterness in his voice.

The very same Oikawa Tooru from his pictures stands in the hallway leading to your hotel room, arms crossed and eyes glittering with amusement.

Almost as if he’d been waiting there for you.

“He’s out celebrating his win, isn’t he?” he says, cocking his head to one side. “Along with the rest of his team.”

He steps closer, walking towards you until he’s mere feet away. You can see where the hem of his blue jersey peeks out from beneath his jacket, the white of his teeth glinting as he grins. Up close, he’s even more intimidating, and you suppress the sudden surge of discomfort that crawls beneath your skin.

Your eyes flit back and forth, eyebrows creasing in confusion. “Is there something you need?”

“Yes,” he says, his hand reaching out to stroke gently along your cheek. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor, sweetheart.”

Panic seizes you when his cold, calloused, fingertips brush lightly along your skin, your heart thudding as discomfort rips through your body. You don’t know what his intentions are, but his words scare you. There’s nothing genuine about his tone, nothing kind, and years of too-close encounters with men have left you wary and alert. His touch is invasive, contemptuous, mocking, and you jerk away from his hand in an attempt to backpedal-

Warm hands clamp down around your shoulders in an iron grip. Your heart sinks as you realize you’ve got nowhere to go, dread seeping into every vein in your body.

“I’m a little late. Sorry.”

The voice at your ear is a low rasp, his tone nonchalant, but you can hear the message that undercuts it as clear as day: you’re not going anywhere.

“Don’t worry about it, Iwa,” Oikawa says, fingers curling around your chin, tilting your face up forcefully until you’re staring directly into his eyes. “You got here just in time to help me out. She looked like she was about to run away for a while there. Can you imagine?”

The man behind you - Iwaizumi Hajime, you recall - chuckles. “Wouldn’t get very far.”

Your blood runs cold at the implication of his words. Your stomach churns, an awful, nauseous feeling that makes you feel sick, shoulders tensing as you struggle against Iwaizumi’s hold.

“Hey,” he warns quietly. “Don’t make this harder on yourself.”

His words almost make you want to laugh; he says them like he’s trying to help you, like he genuinely cares about your well-being. You remember the late-night talks you and Kageyama would have, the ones where he’d describe his days spent in middle school, secluded and walled off from the other players on his team. There was always one name he spoke with a particular reverence: Iwaizumi Hajime. Tough. Strong. Kind. A good man, he’d emphasized. I’m glad he was there during those years.

Well, this certainly was a reality check, wasn't it?

He removes his hands from your shoulders and wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you pressed close to his side, as if a reminder of you how powerless you are in this position. “Come on, baby,” he says. “Let’s go.”

“It’d be rude to keep Makki and Mattsun waiting any longer."

Oikawa slides his fingers into yours until the two of you are holding hands, humming happily as Iwaizumi escorts you down the hall towards your own hotel room. It takes every last ounce of self-control to stop yourself from crying and screaming on the spot, to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over, to save yourself the embarrassment of breaking down pathetically as these people - these assholes - watch.

You get the feeling that they’re not going to leave you alone out of pity.

They escort you to your hotel room, passing by rows and rows of rooms that blur as your vision tunnels. Their presence is suffocating; Oikawa’s fingers brush against your wrist, rubbing tender circles into your skin, and you can feel Iwaizumi's warm breath on the crown of your head.

Oikawa grabs the key card from your purse, sliding it into the scanner, and pushes the door open when it lights up green.

Your heart stills with fear as they drag you inside, flicking the light switch open until the room glows softly.

There’s two more people sitting in the bed.

A tall, lanky man waves in acknowledgement, nudging his companion in the side as his eyes flicker appraisingly over you.

The other man looks up, tossing his phone aside, blowing aside a stray strand of strawberry-pink hair.

“Hmm. I hate to say this, but Oikawa was right,” he says, a wry grin on his face. “What a pretty girl.”

You feel so vulnerable with four pairs of eyes roaming over every inch of your body, your mind running rampant with fear and anticipation as they admire and scrutinize. And you’d be right to be scared, because there’s so much they can’t wait to do, so much of you they’ve been dying to explore, so many of their little fantasies that they’ve been waiting for the right girl to help them act out.

You’ll help them out, won’t you?

Without warning, there’s a pair of hands on your waist insistently pushing you downwards, applying steady pressure until your legs collapse and you’re forced to your knees.

“So impatient, Iwa.” Oikawa clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “You won’t even let her get settled in?”

There‘s a huff of annoyance above you. “The more you talk, the less I’m going to enjoy this.”

“Alright, alright.”

Oikawa slides a hand onto the back of your neck, the other moving to grip your hair. His touch is gentle, fingers stroking along your pulse point, but you know it won’t last if you misbehave. You have no illusions about the kind of person he is, not when his hands maneuver your mouth and throat into nothing more than a warm fleshlight for his friend.

Iwaizumi palms himself in front of your face, hands skimming over the bulge in his jeans as he groans in pleasure, and pulls out his half hard cock, veins throbbing and flushed with arousal. Cupping your face in his hand, he fits the tip to your soft lips and tilts your chin upwards to meet his piercing, lust-filled eyes, his gaze swirling with want.

“Open up for me like a good girl, okay?” he growls.

You can’t help the way your cunt pulses at his tone, an intoxicating rush of fear and desire that leaves your mind hazy and mouth dropping open. He doesn’t waste the opportunity, pushing his cock into your warm, wet, mouth, a moan falling from his lips as he thrusts his hips forwards. You retch at the intrusion, instinctively jerking your head backwards, but Oikawa’s grip on your neck tightens as he holds you in place. He crouches down, lips finding your ear as Iwaizumi starts sliding in and out of your mouth.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “If you take it like you’re supposed to, he won’t last too long.”

At those words, his hands push your head forward, impaling your throat on his cock, holding you down as you choke and drool and retch. Your eyes redden as silvery tears drip through your lashes, panic rising, vision turning to static, the pain in your lungs growing unbearable as Oikawa’s smile turns razor sharp. “Atta girl,” he encourages softly, his thumb wiping away one of the tears running down your cheek. “I think he’s gonna cum soon if you keep this up.”

If you keep this up. As if you have a choice.

Iwaizumi’s thrusts grow more erratic, fucking you rougher and faster as he slams in and out of your throat. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “Such a good fucking girl for me. Got such a - such a perfect little mouth, taking me so well,” he says, breath catching.

Just like Oikawa had predicted, he doesn’t last much longer after that, hips stuttering when he spills down your waiting throat. He tastes warm and slightly salty, the last few drops of his cum dripping down your chin as he presses a thumb to your lips and wipes away the drool collecting at the corner.

There’s a horrible, sinking, feeling settling inside you as he grabs the collar of your shirt and hoists you up with him onto the bed, your limbs going limp as you let him press an open-mouthed kiss to your trembling lips, his tongue slipping inside of your slack mouth.

You feel used.

Up close to Iwaizumi, you can see the flush of arousal coloring his bronzed cheeks, the sheen of sweat on his forehead, all the physical evidence of just how good you made him feel, and your stomach churns.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel fingers softly stroking at your clit, light, teasing strokes back and forth that leave you whimpering. A twinge of arousal pulses in your cunt as you hear words murmured against your inner thigh.

“Didn’t even try to fight back, did you?” There’s a gentle laugh from the pink-haired man beneath you, soft and terrifying, and the light brushes turn into more insistent circles. “It’s almost like you wanted it.”

Iwaizumi’s tongue curls deeper into your mouth as he deepens the kiss, leaving you gasping for breath.

“I had no idea you’d turn out to be such a slut,” he hums, mouth latching onto your thigh. “Although I’m really not complaining.”

“C’mon, Makki, don’t be so mean to her,” Iwaizumi chuckles, his teeth scraping roughly against your lips.

“I’m only telling the truth.”

The fingers circling your pussy creep upwards, grabbing onto your hips and pushing you down against the mattress. “Keep those legs spread nice and open for me, okay?” Makki says, voice sweet and cloying.

When the flat of his tongue brushes against your clit, his breath huffing warm on your folds, your thighs twitch involuntarily. It’s as if he’s made it his mission to eat you out as slow and light as possible, his kitten-licks and teasing strokes sliding along your folds and circling around your sweet spots without ever truly giving you the satisfaction that your cunt craves.

And he can tell you’re starting to break.

As Iwaizumi’s mouth moves down to suck at your neck, lips brushing along the erratic heartbeat of your pulse point, your hips jerk upwards against Makki’s waiting mouth as a moan slips out from between your lips.

He sucks at your aching clit, the steady, constant pressure making you writhe in his grasp. “Cute little cunt wants more, doesn’t i?” he coos.

You don’t dare say a word, face flushed with embarrassment as you bite your inner cheek in embarrassment. Makki’s right.

He’s right, and you hate that he’s right, hate how good he’s making you feel with every long, languid, lick, with every brush of his lips that leaves your walls throbbing in search of more.

A hand picks up your limp wrist, guiding your fingers until they wrap around something warm and hard, something incredibly thick and so, so, long -

You freeze as you realize it’s a cock.

“Mattsun’s blessed, isn’t he?” Makki laughs from between your thighs. “Maybe now you’ll understand that I’m really trying to do you a favor. We want these sheets stained with cum, not blood.”

You swallow nervously. That monster cock, so big you can barely fit your hand around it, is going inside you.

You’re paralyzed with dread, not even bothering to fight back as he maneuvers your palm up and down along his length, wrapping his much larger hand around yours as he uses your fist to help jerk him off.

All the revulsion in the world can’t stop the slow, mounting, wave of pressure building inside your core, growing stronger as Makki sucks with more force against your clit. Crooked fingers push inside your slick, needy, hole, his nimble digits searching and prodding, the pads of his fingertips rubbing insistently at your g-spot.

“See?” he murmurs. “‘m making you feel so good. You’re gonna be nice and ready when I’m done with you.”

You want to scream. You feel like a whore for enjoying anything at all; bile and guilt rising in your throat as white-hot arousal throbs in your cunt.

You’re strung out along the edge when you feel another mouth descending on your body, a tongue flicking out to tease at your nipple. You see a flash of chestnut brown hair as Oikawa looks up at you, a smirk curving at the corners of his mouth, almost as if he knows exactly what he’s doing, knows where your limits are and how to push right past them.

It’s too much for you to handle, too much for you to take. Three mouths ravage your body, tongues flicking out to lick at your neck and suck at your nipples and drag along your clit, silky and sensual against your soft skin, all while your slack hand pumps steadily along the shaft of a huge cock.

When an orgasm rips through your body, it’s like something stolen, something taken from you, and as your hips buck and thrash wildly, an emptiness settles in your stomach after you’re all fucked out from their ministrations.

What’s wrong with you?

At this point, you don’t feel like much more than a sex doll for the four men, all spread out and useless as you lay your head in Iwaizumi’s lap. He strokes gently at your hair, brushing a stray strand out of your face.

You barely even react as Mattsun manhandles you up, large hands positioning your hips until the head of his fully hard cock sits at your entrance, sliding just the tip into your loosened, clenching, hole.

“Ready?” he asks, his half-lidded eyes glinting with amusement.

He doesn’t really care about your answer.

“One… two… three.”

He forces you down on his cock, pushing your hips further and further down as you squirm and struggle and moan from the stretch. Your mind goes foggy as you feel the drag of his cock against the front of your walls, burying itself so deep in your cunt you can almost feel it in your stomach.

Mattsun likes it when his dick makes girls feel good, of course, when he fucks them better than their boyfriends, when he makes them cream and gush after barely moving.

He likes it better when he makes girls go stupid.

As he looks down at you, a warm rush of arousal twists in his gut. Your eyelids flutter in pleasure, mouth open and panting, small hands fisting at his shirt as you moan softly. It’s just too big for you to take, isn’t it? You can't handle being used like a pretty fuckdoll, or eaten out until you cream, or to be impaled on a cock so nice and big you can barely think straight. A string of drool falls from the corner of your mouth, but he doesn’t bother cleaning it up. You look better ruined, he thinks.

You’re dragged out of your fucked-out daze when a voice crawls into your ear, taunting and cruel, and a warm dick presses and slides along your ass.

“Bet Kageyama’s never tried this before,” Oikawa says.

A spurt of terror grips you as you hear the thinly-veiled anticipation in his voice, his fingers trembling with excitement as they grope at your ass.

He holds back a laugh at the way you freeze, shuddering in a mixture of fear and pleasure as Mattsun rolls his hips up and thrusts his cock even deeper. He knows he guessed right, judging from your cute little reaction, a high-pitched, pathetic whimper dropping from your lips as brushes his cock against your hole.

He hopes it hurts.

When he presses in, it’s a slow, aching, stretch that leaves you feeling raw and split wide open. Unlike the dull pain from Mattsun’s cock, this one is a searing, brutal, torment, a stinging intrusion in your tight hole that forces a choked gasp from your lungs.

“Wish your boyfriend could see us right now,” he breathes, pressing a gentle kiss to the crook of your neck. “Feels so good squeezing my cock, so fucking nice and tight.”

Tobio.

Panic races along your veins. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, breasts bouncing slightly as your breaths come shallow and rapid.

“I can’t imagine how he’d feel - seeing his perfect little angel getting stuffed so full in both her precious holes.”

The tightness in your chest bursts as tears stream down your face, cries and moans coming out thick and stuffy as you sob. You know he’s right. It didn’t matter that it was forced, that you said you didn’t want it - you already came once, didn’t you? And judging by the tense pleasure pulsing at your clit, you were due for another sooner or later.

Oikawa laughs. “It’d be awful if he came back right now, wouldn’t it? Just in time to watch his precious little girlfriend getting raped by his former senpai.”

Mattsun snickers, bring a hand up to swipe at your clit. “Look,” he says softly, tilting your head until you lock eyes with Makki.

He’s fisting his cock rapidly, a hungry, predatory, expression on his face, tongue darting out to lick at his lips as he lets out a pleasured groan.

It’s better than almost any of his gross little fantasies. He’s not sure his favorite porn videos will ever be able to compare to the sight of you being fucked stupid and split in two by his friends, two cocks sliding in and out of your tired holes as you cry.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the first waves of the orgasm begin to roll over you. Mattsun’s deft, long, fingers toy with your clit, stroking you insistently through the wild jerking of your hips as he feels your walls fluttering and creaming around the base of his dick. The pleasure is intense, unbearable, almost impossible to hold back, even as disgust crawls beneath your skin at the feeling of being stretched wide open.

Maybe they were right.

All those times you’d thought about what you’d do if this happened, every single night when you’d lie awake and tell yourself, i’ll fight back. i’ll resist. i’ll make them regret ever forcing me -

They were all lies.

Oikawa feels a sick sense of satisfaction as he watches the turmoil in your expression. He can tell by the slump of your shoulders, the bitterness in your gaze, the way you turn over to your side and curl up into a fetal position - they broke you, turned you into a mindless, slutty, fuckdoll, showed you who you really were.

Kageyama can have you back now. He’ll come into this hotel room, horrified at the sight of you passed out and naked, and call the police. Maybe he’ll help wash you up, bring you a cup of tea as you sob and insist that it wasn’t your fault. Maybe he’ll even believe you, despite the way you’ve stained the sheets.

But things won’t ever really be the same for you.

They made sure of it.

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Outer Wilds made me feel like a kid again because it made me forget I was playing a video game.

Not because it has photorealistic graphics (it doesn’t. lol) and not because it was immersive (it was), but because it made me feel like anything was possible.

The first real planet I landed on felt a lot like the moon I had just performed my first trip to. Barren and craggy, but dotted with tons of ancient ruins. Each one was filled with stories and tidbits of knowledge about how the game’s universe worked.

Take one tunnel downstairs however, and you’ll discover a huge and scientifically impossible danger that re-contextualizes everything you’ve been reading in the ruins so far. How could this be? WHY would people have lived here? Is this place even safe!? Wasn’t there a stalactite there a minute ago?

If you take a certain kind of ancient device to a certain kind of platform, it’ll let you step into a little window into somewhere else just like the one I described. Why am I waist-deep in water here? What is that big machine? Is it a part of this mystery I’m trying to figure out? Why does that moon keep disappearing?

Outer Wilds does a good job cultivating wonder. It constantly raises and answers questions, but the most important question it constantly raises is “What haven’t I seen yet?”, and the only clue it gives is that… you probably can’t even imagine it. The amount of times I loudly gasped and exclaimed “whooooa” in this game and it’s expansion are second to none.

Outer Wilds is like a metroidvania, but instead of empowering your character with new keys or new traversal abilities, it empowers you with all of these moments of discovery. Some things will re-contextualize a ton of the things you’ve learned, and now that you know “this is how things work here”, you have a whole new way of interacting with the world. Imagine instead of unlocking Samus’ ball form, you the player understand quantum mechanics now.

By the end of Outer Wilds, you’ll have learned enough about it’s universe to have mastered it. In it’s last 15 minutes, it becomes a breathtaking literal speedrun towards uncovering it’s last secret.

Tragically, and maybe a little beautifully, by the time you’ve reached this point you can never really play through Outer Wilds again. Discovering one specific thing can only happen one time. But that wonder and joy that are at the center of a moment of discovery are what’s so very special about Outer Wilds. You can’t really play through Outer Wilds again, but you also can’t lose those feelings it gave you either. The feeling that if this is possible, anything could be.

If you’ve never played it. Don’t look anything up. Just go play it. There is no other game like Outer Wilds.

#outer wilds #I have a lot of friends who either own Outer Wilds and haven’t played it #or just haven’t considered it at all #so this is for them maybe #video games #long post

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THEME: Paranormal Agents

This week's game recommendations are about professionals dealing with the weird and strange: think SCP, ghosts, and supernatural phenomena.

EXTRACAUSAL, by ostrichmonkey games.

Extracausal is emergent mystery and darkness. You will collaboratively create and discover strange mysteries in worlds, embody characters facing overwhelming darkness, and delve deep into stories. Extracausal is about large, overwhelming webs of secrets, dangers, mysteries, and darkness for all players to explore.

This is Extracausal; a role-playing game about creating and uncovering a dense web of the paranatural, the occult, conspiracies, and of things far beyond it all. This is a game of encountering that which is extracausal. Imagine the Magnus Institute, the Federal Bureau of Control, Southern Reach. All groups that are involved with forces far greater than they could ever imagine, filled with individuals who piece together clues and secrets in the hopes of knowing the unknowable.

Extracausal provides guidelines to help you create a world and an unfolding conspiracy, without a static gm. It describes itself as "GM-full", in which the entire table shares the responsibility of determining where the story is going to go. Rules-wise, Extracausal uses Trophy, a system designed for rules-lite play and quick character creation. Your characters have two tracks: Tenebrose and Insight, which mark your characters' growing weirdness, as well as their familiarity with the paranormal. When it comes to tone, the game offers a sliding scale, allowing you to choose what kind of horror (and to what degree) you would like to include in your story. If you enjoy creating your own myth collaboratively at the table, Extracausal might be for you.

24XX Glossolalia, by Wadabadah

We are not alone in the hood and yet, the galaxy does not give a damm f*ck about us. Follow the First Contact Protocol and may you return in one piece. Screw up understanding a cryptic alien message and you've f*cked, with some luck, an entire extrasolar habitat, somewhere, at sometime… no pressure.

Welcome to The Bureau, agent.

24XX GLOSSOLALIA puts you in the smart and yet elusive uniform of an agent who works for the Bureau, a non-symmetric, horizontal organization that operates in the shadows to secure human life in First Contact scenarios. Remember, aliens have their own agendas and motivations as we have our owns, they are uncanny to us, as we are to them.

Like any 24XX game, this will get you up and rolling in just a few minutes, with quick character creation, a series of prompt tables to get a story in a few seconds, and simple rules that let you make use of a number of different polyhedral dice. Excellent for a game in which your characters are very likely to die, as rolling up a new character is incredibly easy. This game focuses on alien life and alien influence, rather than modern paranormal horror, but it'll deliver the strange happenings that occur whenever you meet something completely not-of-this-world.

Statements of Fear, by Rue (ilanight)

Everyone's afraid of something. But as a Researcher, it's your responsibility to look into these tales of fear, categorize them, and determine what's to be done. Can you still reach out and help the person in question? Or is it too late- have they already been consumed by the fears they brought with them. In that case- can you stop it from happening to somebody else? Do you want to?

Statements of Fear is an investigative-horror TTRPG based on The Magnus Archives, played using the Powered by the Apocalypse system. Facilitated by a Narrator, Researchers are given a Statement and asked to follow up on the case by reaching out to the witness, investigating the scene of the incident, or consulting the Archive for similar occurrences.

For the most part, if you're familiar with PbtA games, you should be able to pick up Statements of Fear and be able to run with it. Unique to this game is a hidden role, which each player can choose to hide or disclose throughout the game. This hidden role will provide each player with a reason to sabotage the case that the group has been given, and it's up to the players to determine whether or not the entity they have been marked by is something they want to please. This game is based on the Magnus Archives, but you don't have to be familiar with the world in order to play this game. Statements of Fear is free, and therefore fairly bare-bones, but if you like the Magnus Archives, it might be worth checking out.

Cthulhu Deep Green, by Moth Lands.

In Cthulhu Deep Green, players take on the role of shadowy agents of The Conspiracy as they fight to maintain the veil of secrecy standing between the public and the horrors that reside just beyond human comprehension.

Cthulhu Deep Green is designed following the structure of Cthulhu Dark, a game of cosmic horror. In this game, however, players are directly linked to a government agency, providing them an in-game reason to band together against the supernatural. This game doesn't waste much space on lore; it gets right to the point in teaching you how to play. Players will find themselves checking against their Stress and Insight as they come across dark horrors and shadowy conspiracies, and there are special rules for both cooperation and competition against your fellow PCs. There is also a special note about mental illness, including advice on how to approach some of the subject matter in Cthulhu Deep Green with caution and respect. This product also comes with its own scenario, titled Food of the Gods. If you want to get into a game of shadowy horror and paranormal mystery, without having to read a big chapter of lore, this might be the game for you.

Against the Dark Conspiracy, by Alun Rees (Gallus Games)

Against the Dark Conspiracy is a supernatural thriller tabletop roleplaying game for 4-6 players. One of them takes the role of Control while the others each play an Operator. Against the Dark Conspiracy is written to require zero preparation but includes advice to Control on how to prepare or adapt materials published for other games, if that’s an approach they prefer. All the players cooperate to outline the Operations they’ll be embarking on and collaborate to find out more about the threats and complications they’ll face while having the opportunity to describe an obstacle they'd look cool overcoming.

This game is also inspired by Cthulhu Dark, but the conspiracies you are working against are factions such as Vampires, Demons and Fae. It's less cosmic horror, and more occultic, urban-fantasy horror. (It also draws themes from Night's Black Agents, a game about operatives discovering they were working for Vampires all along.) Similar to Cthulhu Deep Green, it comes with advice on playing with sensitive subject matter. If you like the idea of playing agents who have only each-other to trust, this might be the game for you.

External Containment Bureau, by Mythic Gazetteer

Congratulations on your employment, and welcome to the External Containment Bureau. Yours is a special privilege: to study paranormal manifestations, contain them properly, and thereby ensure a harmonious accord both within our world, and in relationship to other worlds that with ours. Your relocation to Bureau headquarters in is scheduled upon your review of the attached brief of Bureau activities and procedures, as well as the attached intake materials.

External Containment Bureau is a game of paranormal investigation and bureaucracy using a lightweight, hackable version of the Forged in the Dark design framework. You play as trained agents of the External Containment Bureau, an organization tasked with the study, identification, and containment of paranormal phenomena. The Bureau authorizes agents to make use of these phenomena to give yourself incredible powers (so long as the proper forms are in order). But take care: using paranormal energies inches you ever closer to joining the ranks of the paranormal yourself.

This is a game that facilitates incredibly easy prep, both for players and GMs. It helps players cobble together unique characters without overwhelming options, and allows the table to decide exactly what tone and genre they're looking for in the game. Each session will contain a briefing, investigation, mission and debriefing section, allowing for episodic play while also giving you the tools to piece together a larger conspiracy if you wish. On the GM side, the mission advice encourages GMs to only construct half of the story; the players have to determine the final scene on their own.

If you want to play this kind of game, but with less corporate jargon and more occult influence, I recommend checking out the hack Congregation by DM Rawlings.

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mercurygguk · 4 years

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bleeding for you | jjk

genre; angst, fluff

pairing; EMT!jungkook x female reader

✎ summary; In which it’s just another quiet night at the fire station until there’s an alarmingly serious car accident not far away. Jungkook is the first on the scene along with his partner, Namjoon. What meets Jungkook at the scene of the accident is worse than anything he could ever imagine.

word count; 3,367

based on a request by anon; It's a Jungkook au, where he's a EMT & they get a call for a very serious accident. When he arrives on scene he sees a very familiar car. A hand dangles from the shattered window, the engagement ring he'd slipped on your finger not two months ago mocking him. I envision a happy ending, but if you want, do with it what you will.

warnings; Descriptions of car accidents, mentions of bruises and blood, jungkook’s crying a whole lot, i’m sorry if this is tough on your heart bc it definitely was on mine, phew

a/n; I LOVED THIS IDEA FROM ANON, SO THANK YOU ANON and let’s be honest here, paramedic/EMT!jungkook is lowkey hotttt. Also, I took some inspiration from the tv-show Chicago Fire and some from Grey’s Anatomy because those are the only shows I’ve actually watched with things related to this kind of scenario, lol. I hope you like it, enjoy!

ps. it’s heavily unedited and i wrote this rather quickly, so please ignore if you spot anything hehe

The clock ticks on the wall and there are sounds of cars passing by once in a while outside on the street. Jungkook is staring silently at the TV in the staff room, his eyes focused on the ball that moves around between the football players. He’s bored, sighing deeply to himself as he drops his head back against the back of the couch he’s currently slouching on. Namjoon, Jungkook’s partner, plops down beside him, a sandwich on a plate for him to eat for dinner. He looks happily at his sandwich, more than excited to bite into it and finally getting a chance to continue reading his book for once.

Jungkook hates quiet nights at the firestation. He despises them. It makes him think of all the other things he could be doing instead – an example being at home, in bed with you; his fiancé. A title you recently had gained after Jungkook finally got the courage to get down on one knee for you, asking you to be his for the rest of his life. Just the thought of the happiness he felt that night made butterflies erupt in his stomach, suddenly daydreaming about your smile and the way you always manage to make him feel like he’s floating on a pink cloud. He’s totally whipped, but only for you.

His daydream is quickly interrupted by the sound of Namjoon chewing his sandwich loudly, making Jungkook glare at him with disgust. Namjoon, the charming person that he is, looks back at Jungkook in confusion.

“What?” Namjoon blurts with his mouth filled with a bite of his disgusting sandwich. Jungkook shakes his head at him, turning back to the boring game that’s unfolding on the TV. He really hates quiet nights.

After half an hour and still nothing, Jungkook groans and gets up from the couch to wander around, causing Namjoon to look at him again with tired eyes. “What’s going on, Jeon?” He asks, flipping a page in his psychology novel.

“Nothing’s going on,” Jungkook grumbles, tired of just sitting around, “absolutely nothing.”

Namjoon is about to tell Jungkook to sit down and relax for once but the alarm beats him to it, sounding loudly throughout the entire fire station. “Squad 3, truck 81 and 82, ambo 65, 78 and 32 – bigger car crash on the 5th highway, multiple victims,” Taehyung from the alarm center's voice booms throughout the fire station’s rooms. Jungkook’s eyes widen and so do Namjoon’s. They’re quick to move, book, sandwich and football match long forgotten as they run to their unit. Jungkook jumps in the driver’s seat, buckling up faster than ever. His partner is fast to join him and buckling up as Jungkook speeds out of the garage at the fire station and onto the road. Jungkook’s focused, eyebrow knitted together in concentration and the urge to do what he does the best – save some lives.

The highway is chaotic once Jungkook and Namjoon arrive as the first ones at the scene, multiple cars lying around – on the hood, on the side and some crushed to the point of where it’s not even a car anymore. It looks worse than anything they have ever experienced and it’s slightly terrifying but they’re headstrong as they grab their medical bags and run off to a random car each. Squad 3 and the firetrucks pull up not long after Jungkook and Namjoon’s arrival, all of them getting out quickly and getting to work, trying to see if they can save all victims or just the majority of them.

The first car Jungkook reaches is empty, the driver of it luckily managed to get himself out before any sort of rescue arrived. He seems fine, his car almost not even scratched. “Sir, are you alright?” Jungkook asks, doing his job in making sure the man is alright before continuing to another car. The man nods, waving a hand at Jungkook.

“Please go see some of the others, I’m fine!” He almost sobs, clearly traumatized by the car accident.

Jungkook nods at that, giving him one last look all over before heading on to the next car. He looks around in his haste to get to the next one, stopping abruptly in his tracks as he spots a familiar looking car. It can’t be, he thinks to himself as he turns to look at the car properly. His chest tightens at the thought, feeling himself hastily moving closer to the car as tears begin to form in his eyes. It doesn’t occur to him until a hand dangling from the window catches his attention as he gets closer, the diamond ring confirming his worst fear.

“No, no, no!” Jungkook shouts in a mix of terror, anger and his heart breaking into a million pieces, tears already falling from his eyes as he runs up to the car, his hands trembling. Pain shoots through him at the sight of you, body limp and unconscious, face battered in bruises and wounds and there’s blood on your beautiful, white shirt and he prays to God that isn’t yours but who is he even trying to fool? Of course, it’s yours. “No, please, no!”

From the other side of the highway, Namjoon spots Jungkook scrambling towards the car that he, too, finds awfully familiar. His eyes widen at the sight as realisation hits him.

“Shit!” He hisses, making sure the victim he’s treating is okay before running towards Jungkook, heart beating a hundred miles per hour. All he can think about is getting his partner away from the car which is lying on its side. “Kook!”

Namjoon has to pull harder than he expected as he reaches Jungkook. He isn’t willing to let go of the car, hands reaching for your unconscious body that is still, thankfully, buckled up in the driver’s seat. You hear nothing of Jungkook’s cries as he’s pulled away by his partner and best friend. “____! Baby, please wake up, please!”

The sight in front of them is nothing but a real life nightmare, the scene only a fear of Jungkook’s until tonight. Namjoon has no idea how to calm his partner down as he pulls him away. His heart is breaking at the sound of Jungkook’s sobs, his chest heaving for air as he looks at the broken car, which was nicely parked in the parking lot of his and yours apartment building when he left for work this morning. He watches it being pulled apart to reach you, the EMTs of Ambo 78 tending to your wounds and body, trying their best to support you until they get you to the hospital.

They lift you into the ambulance, Jungkook’s body working automatically as he tries to jump into the back of the ambulance and ride with you to make sure that they’re taking care of you the right way. This isn’t just another victim, it’s you, Jeon Jungkook’s fiancé. Namjoon holds him back, using all his strength because a sad, terrified Jungkook is stronger than he ever could’ve imagined.

“Hyung, please, I need to go with her!” Jungkook cries, glancing quickly at the man holding him back, before looking back at the ambulance you’re now in. They close the doors, hurriedly getting in the front and speed off. “For fuck’s sake, Namjoon, let me go!”

Namjoon shakes his head, “I need you to calm down first, Kook. You’re not thinking clearly.”

Jungkook thinks that’s the biggest load of bullshit he’s ever heard. He whirls around, not in the mood for his best friend’s psychology shit. “I swear, I will punch you,” he sneers, eyes watery and cheeks stricken with tears. Namjoon stares back at him, lips in a tight line and eyes wide because he has never seen Jungkook so out of it before. “How am I supposed to calm down when my fucking fiancé is a victim of one of the biggest car crashes we’ve ever witnessed, huh? She’s hurt and unconscious in the back of one of OUR ambulances right now, Joon. Don’t fucking tell me to calm down.”

Despite his harsh words, Namjoon feels sorry for Jungkook. He nods, putting his hands up in surrender. Jungkook breathes out, chest heavy with a feeling he can’t quite describe. He just knows that he doesn’t want to waste another second here, the only place he wants to be is by your side until you wake up and tell him you’re okay.

“At least let me drive you to the hospital?” Namjoon offers, voice hesitant and cautious as he gestures to their ambulance.

Jungkook sniffs, nodding, “please.”

The ride to the hospital is quiet, tense too. Jungkook is staring straight ahead and not moving, just letting the tears in his eyes fall until he has none left. He’s pretty sure the drive to the hospital usually isn't this long. He feels like he’s been on this ride with Namjoon for hours when really, it has only been at least 15 minutes. 15 minutes too long, he thinks to himself. He could’ve been with you right now, holding your hand while you get sutured up and stitched back to perfection – at least what Jungkook thinks is perfection. However, you’d never agree on that.

Namjoon doesn’t get to say anything before Jungkook’s out of the passenger seat of the ambulance, his body moving almost before Namjoon had parked it. He doesn’t notice anything around him, heading straight for the front desk to ask about your status. The nurse there looks at him with a face that says she’s sorry without even saying the words. Jungkook doesn’t need those words, there’s nothing to be sorry for. People only say they’re sorry when something really bad happens, and as far as Jungkook knows, you’re still alive. You have to be. He hasn’t married you yet.

“My fiancé was brought here not long ago, her name is ____,” Jungkook hurriedly asks, the nurse working quickly to type into her computer. Jungkook taps his foot against the floor in impatience.

“She’s in surgery at the moment,” the nurse says softly, watching as Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat at the news. Namjoon comes up beside him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “The doctors will find you once they’re done.”

Namjoon nods in appreciation to the nurse, Jungkook stares at nothing in particular, scared he’ll break down in the middle of the entrance of the hospital he so often visits because of his job. “We’ll wait over there,” he tells the nurse, tugging Jungkook along. “Let’s go, Kook.”

Jungkook follows along, sitting down in a seat with Namjoon beside him. He feels like he should be calling his family and yours, yet he can’t think straight and his head is empty for words right now. The only thing on his mind is you and the fact that you’re at risk of dying. He has no idea how serious your injuries are but they’re serious enough to land you on the surgery table. His breathing is short, eyes staring at the floor and ears focusing on the sound of the opening and closing of the doors to the surgery halls. He feels alone even though Namjoon is sitting right beside him, he feels helpless, he feels like he’s been left in the dark. He knows nothing about what’s happening to you and it’s driving him absolutely crazy. The thought of losing you brings a new round of tears to his eyes, lips trembling as he fights to keep his sobs inside and not break down in the middle of other people. It’s like Namjoon senses as he gets up, pulling his phone from his pocket. He moves a bit away from Jungkook, speed dialling the only person he knows will be able to comfort his best friend in the slightest.

Jungkook’s wandering the waiting area, hands tightly intertwined in front of his lips and eyes closed as he walks back and forth in front of Namjoon. It has been at least three hours and his nerves aren’t exactly becoming less the longer it takes for the surgeons to give him some kind of news – any kind would be appreciated by now. He stills as a hand comes to rest against his back, gentle touch that can only belong to one person on this planet. He turns around to face her, her eyes softening at the sight of his red eyes and wet eyelashes.

“Mom,” he croaks out, a sob raking through his body as he crumbles into her embrace.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she coos, wrapping her arms around his tall frame, hugging her sweet, heartbroken son to her chest in the hopes of comforting him just the tiniest bit. They stay like that for a few minutes until Jungkook’s mother breaks the embrace, holding him at arm's length. “I’m sure she will be fine, Jungkook. She’s a strong woman.”

He sniffles, feeling slightly better at his mother’s words. He offers a small, the tiniest, smile. She smiles softly and comfortingly at him, reaching up to wipe his tears away. “You have to be strong too, sweetheart. She needs you to be strong for her.”

Jungkook nods and whispers lowly: “I know, mom.”

“Mr. Jeon?” A voice calls. Jungkook, his mother, and Namjoon whips around to face the doctor who called Jungkook’s name. “Miss ____ is out of surgery. We were able to fix her injuries and she is up for recovery now.”

Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, feeling a heavy weight disappearing from his shoulders. The doctor offers him a warm smile. “She will be in the ICU for at least a couple of days until we see some progress. You can go see her, she is in room 248.”

“Thank you so much,” Jungkook says with the utmost gratitude and a smile as he shakes the doctor’s hand before grabbing his things and heading in the direction of the ICU.

He finds the room without any problems, pausing just outside of the door. His mother and Namjoon both stand behind him, watching him in silence. They’re not pushing him, letting him do this on his own, letting him prepare for whatever he’s about to meet behind this door. He inhales and holds his breath before pushing the door open and heading inside. The sound of the monitor beeping is the first thing that meets him, what meets him next causes him to gasp softly in horror. This must be what it feels like to live out your nightmare and biggest fears, he thinks to himself as he moves closer to your body that’s lying unconsciously on the bed. It seems his tears are never-ending today as he pulls a seat to the side of the bed, sitting down with his eyes trained on you.

He looks you over, wincing lightly at the sight of tubes and IVs attached to you. There are scratches and wounds on your body, your skin beaten up from the harsh car crash you so unluckily ended up in earlier. He’s hesitant as he reaches for your hand, being more than careful as he intertwines his hand with yours. You don’t squeeze his hand like you always do and it makes him realize that you are in fact unconscious and probably not aware of the entire situation right now.

Jungkook scans your face, lips trembling and fingers shaking as he reaches up to move your hair out of your face. There’s scratches on your pretty face too, a big patch on the right side of your forehead where they stitched you up. He’s hurting, not quite as much as you, as he looks at you. You’re still gorgeous, even like this.

“I love you so much, ____,” Jungkook whispers, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your ring-clad hand. “Please be okay.”

Days have passed since the accident, and you still haven’t opened your eyes. Jungkook is becoming impatient, sitting here and waiting is killing him slowly. His mother had left in the morning after being with him throughout the first night. Jungkook had called your family while his mother held his hand. He will never forget the way a sob raked through your mother’s body as he told her what had happened. They were here now; your mother, your father and your brother, Yoongi. Your parents sit on either side of you, Jungkook’s resting against the wall at the end of the bed, Yoongi sitting in the chair beside him. The silence is almost unbearable but no one dares speaking, afraid of nothing in particular – perhaps the chances of you crashing right in front of all of them.

Jungkook’s done crying. He doesn’t think he has any tears left in him, only this heavy feeling of regret even though he has nothing to regret. No matter what, he couldn’t have stopped this from happening. Why you were out driving that late is still a mystery to him, but he’s not sure he wants to know. He has a feeling it will tear him apart knowing the reason.

Your dad jerks up from his resting posture causing everyone to widen their eyes at him. “S-she squeezed my hand,” he almost whispers. Jungkook’s breathing quickens, eyes staring at your closed ones. He waits, anticipating the worst. Your eyes flutter, a small crease forming in your forehead as you try to adjust to the lights in the room. He sighs in relief for what feels like the hundredth time, feeling the tears coming back. Okay, he isn’t quite done yet.

“Jungkook?!” You croak out, trying to sit up. Jungkook feels his heart breaking at the tone in your voice. You sound confused, slightly shaken up and sad. He’s quick to be at your side, taking over from your father. His hand grabs yours, fingers intertwining automatically. “Kook,” you whimper, clearly not fully awake from your deep days long slumber.

“I’m here, baby” he softly calls, searching your eyes with his own, “I’m right here.”

You look at him, eyes locking and you feel yourself calm down already. Jungkook notices the unshed tears in your hazy eyes. “Where am I?” You ask, voice small.

“The hospital,” he explains, keeping his voice low and soft for you as you just woke up from a long, long nap. “You were in an accident, ____. Do you remember what happened?”

You shake your head, wincing at the movement. Your entire body is sore, hurting everywhere and you want to cry. You just want to cry and hug Jungkook tightly because that’s the only place you feel safe and happy, in his arms.

“How long?” You speak a bit louder now, still not registering your entire family standing around the two of you. You’re in your own little world, your focus only aimed at the curly-haired man in front of you. Your mom is watching you closely, letting a small tear slip down her cheek as she takes in the moment of you and Jungkook. Your father is right beside her, rubbing her arms in comfort. Yoongi is watching too, smiling to himself because he doesn’t think his younger sister could’ve found anyone more fit for her than Jeon Jungkook.

“Only a few days,” Jungkook answers, bringing your intertwined hands to his chest. His heart is beating hard and fast causing you to gasp. He smiles at you as you look up at him, eyes wide.

You move to press your other hand to his chest, resting it above his heart. “Are you okay?”

Jungkook can’t help but chuckle. Even when you’re the one hurting, you ask him if he’s okay just because his heart is beating a bit faster than it usually does. He nods, smiling softly at you, eyes twinkling with fresh tears once again.

“I’m fine,” he whispers, leaning closer to press his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss. “Just really relieved.”

You smile at his words, only imagining how worried he must’ve been the past few days if you’ve been in this bed and unconscious. “I love you, Kook.”

Jungkook chokes out a laugh, “I love you too baby, more than anything.”

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ratmonky · 3 years

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Blockbuster

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: dub-con, obsession

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“This week’s movie is…” you paused for the dramatic effect and met each one of your club members’ eyes before pulling out the DVD case from your bag. “Sweet Blossoms!”

Everyone groaned.

“Hey!” you laughed, putting the movie down on the desk. A gorgeous smile tugged at your lips. “It’s my turn so I get to choose!”

“You always choose the worst ones,” your classmate mumbled. “I’m sick of watching romantic comedies. Besides, this is one of the last times we’ll watch a movie in our club.”

Yeah, the graduation was close.

You pouted, giving one person, in particular, the puppy eyes. “Junpei,” you said. “Tell them something, you’re the president.”

Junpei chuckled nervously when you put him on the spot like that. “Haha, I… We made a promise to let one of us choose a movie each week, we should keep our promise.”

“I’m not watching that,” the other club member said. “We’re here to watch movies we appreciate, not whatever dumpster trash you like.”

Although the other two members were being mean, they were right.

“Guys,” Junpei was unsure to say something. He could see how your smile vanished, your shoulders slackened as you flipped the DVD to its back so you wouldn’t need to see the cover title. “It’s her turn to choose.”

“Nevermind,” you uttered, putting the DVD back in your bag. “They’re right. I was being selfish. You can skip my turn.”

“But-”

“Great! I rented Pulp Fiction yesterday and brought it with me.” Your classmate dove his hand inside his bag to fish out the DVD.

Junpei noticed the way your lower lip trembled and you pressing your lips together to hide it. When your gaze met him, you forced a smile on your face, mouthing that it was alright.

You were just like him.

He got up from his seat to sit next to you as your classmate put the movie in the DVD player. It was nothing unusual, most of you sat together to make small comments during a movie.

You pushed your stuff on the desk to the side so he could have some space to put his bag.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, the movie had already started.

“There’s no reason for you to apologize,” you softly stated, leaning closer to keep your voice down and not disturb the movie. “It was my fault.”

“Still, we gather here to watch movies our members enjoyed. We’re not actual film critics or anything.” He was trying not to lower his gaze to your chest. One of the buttons had come undone on your shirt, he could see your bra. “Next week is my turn, I can rent the movie you wanted to watch so we can watch it. They won’t complain then.”

Your eyes widened and he could swear that he saw them sparkle. A second later, you dropped your gaze to your lap to fidget with your fingers. “Nevermind, it’ll cause trouble. It’s passive-aggressive and I don’t wanna cause trouble for anyone. Nobody wanna watch the movie I chose anyway.”

“I do,” he whispered, cheeks flushing. While you weren’t looking he had gotten a chance to peek inside your shirt.

Lifting your head, you looked up at him with the prettiest and the most genuine smile he had ever seen. “Really?”

He nodded in affirmation, “We can watch it together after school if y-you wanna.”

“Shh!” The oldest club member turned and pointed two fingers at you and then to his eyes. “No flirting in the losers club.”

Both of you got quiet and it took you a long moment before leaning closer to tell Junpei something.

“So, where will we watch the movie?”

That was how he ended up bringing you to his place. You awkwardly sat on his bed and he tried to stop his shaking hands.

“I wish I had a television in my room too,” you said, starting a conversation to ease the mood. “You’re so lucky, Jun!”

Calling him nicknames like that… you were trying to make him delirious. “I-it’s nothing, it’s some old thing I got from second hand.”

“Still!”

He heard a rustling sound. Once he was done with putting the movie in the DVD player, he whipped his head around to check what you were doing.

His breathing almost stopped when he saw you laying on his bed and checking your phone. You were moving your legs up on the air as you scrolled down some social media platform. Your skirt wasn’t long enough to cover the supple flesh of your thighs, they were squished together and because you were laying on your chest, the skirt’s fabric was relaxed on your ass, leaving not much to the imagination.

Junpei gulped audibly and averted his gaze. “The movie.” That was all he managed to say.

You hummed and sat up on his bed as he took a place next to you. He couldn’t understand why you were so careless, didn’t you think of him as a man?

No, you were purely naive. Not at all aware of the real dangers of the world. Not at all aware of what kind of thoughts about you went through his mind every single day.

The movie opened with the female lead who from her first appearance stated that she was the manic pixie dream girl getting some flowers from a secret admirer despite having a boyfriend.

It was simply trash. That was the only way he could describe the storyline or the mood of the movie. On his own, under any condition, Junpei wouldn’t pick this garbage up and sit through it but since you wanted to watch it… he had to endure it.

You, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the movie. Hands on your lap, gasping every now and then when the male lead encouraged the female lead to dump her boyfriend with his shitty compliments.

He found it kind of amusing to watch you react to the movie rather than watch it himself. Soon enough his gaze dropped to your lap. Under the skirt were your bare legs and you were sitting on his bed. Your ass was placed on his bed. The thought of your panties touching the sheets of his bed made his thoughts go south. If you got wet right now, you could soak his sheets.

Slowly, you shifted on his bed, getting in a more comfortable position to watch the movie. Unbeknownst to you, he had a better view of your cleavage now, it was only natural that he couldn’t look away. As vulnerable you were, he was still a man and like any other man, Junpei couldn’t stop himself from fantasizing.

What color panties were you wearing? If he lifted your skirt up to check, would you be surprised? You wouldn’t push him away, that was for sure. You came here all on your own after all, laying on his bed like that and looking like this… There was no doubt you were basically inviting him to fuck you.

The credits rolled sooner than he would have wanted.

You stretched your arms over your head and let out a soft groan. “Thank you, Jun.”

“For what?” He got up from his bed to take the DVD out from the player.

“For watching this with me. I’m so lucky to have a friend like you!” A friend, huh? He thought of you more than a friend but you were probably playing hard to get. The two of you were the same, you just had to be embarrassed to admit your feelings for him. Yeah, that had to be it.

“I liked the movie.” Liar. He didn’t watch it.

Silence.

“I should get going,” you sighed, retrieving your bag and jacket from the floor.

By the time you stood up, Junpei was holding the DVD case towards you. “I hope you had fun.”

“I did.” You smiled, taking it from him. “Thank you again.”

Junpei was languidly nodding, lost in his own thoughts.

As soon as you left his room and apartment, Junpei hurried back to his room. Getting on his knees, he pressed his face into the exact spot you sat on for two full hours. He took a deep inhale, filling his lungs to their limit.

So this was your scent.

Unbuckling his belt, he kept inhaling the smell of your pussy absorbed on his sheets. He was already impossibly hard, if it weren’t for the way he was slouching when you were beside him, you would definitely notice.

His hand wrapped around his cock and he stroked it from the base to the tip, using your smell and his own fantasies about you as his material for today.

Oh, how he wished he could smell you directly.

~~~

The next day, he couldn’t look you in the eye during the club meeting to talk about the movie everyone watched yesterday.

While you were debating with the two other members about how although the cinematography and the dialogue were great you didn’t enjoy the excessive amount of cursing.

“You just don’t understand cinema,” one of them grumbled.

“Couldn’t agree more, I mean… Do you even watch anything other than your weird romance movies?” The other one grinned.

“Let’s not take it too far,” Junpei mumbled, his words went unheard.

“I didn’t say anything bad about the movie,” you argued. “It was well written but the dialogue was too vulgar for my taste.”

“And since when do you have taste?”

Laughter.

“Yeah, she’s such a scatterbrained normie.”

“Guys.” Junpei stood up on his seat to stop the hassle.

“At least I’m not a pathetic loser.” It slipped. As if you had been wanting to say it out loud for so long. “You know that this is why nobody likes any of you, right?”

It became silent.

Junpei sat back on his chair and the other two who had been grinning from ear to ear as they were teasing you frowned.

You clapped a hand over your mouth, realizing what you had said but the deed was done.

“Sorry.” Mumbling, you gathered your stuff and left the clubroom.

~~~

Getting bullied wasn’t the worst part. It was the way other people treated him because he was getting bullied.

People looked at him with pity, sometimes talked to him because they wanted to include him. They were all doing these things to feel better about themselves. It was never about him.

He could let the cigarette burns, all the times he got beaten and the countless lies others spread about him slip but not the fake kindness.

He hated the fakes.

~~~

It was two days after the incident when you finally decided to approach Junpei before he exited the school garden.

“Hey, Jun.”

A shiver rose up his spine and he stopped walking momentarily. “(name), good to see you.” He turned around to face you but you were looking down onto the pavement. You didn’t want to look him in the face.

“Yeah...” You took a deep breath to calm your senses before speaking. “I just wanted to apologize for the other day. I didn’t mean any of the things I said.”

He said nothing.

“I’m really sorry about it, I was being bitter because of the way they talked to me but I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

He proceeded to stay quiet, though you had a lot to say to him, it was impossible to find the courage or the words to speak when he was being like this. However, you came prepared for anything.

Reaching inside your bag, you pulled out a DVD case with a movie title Junpei had been looking forward to watching. You had heard him talk about it nonstop for months until it got released recently. He couldn’t get his hands on the DVD itself because of how the movie was always rented out but now, you were holding it.

“Wanna watch it together? My treat.”

How could he possibly say no?

“Okay.”

Your nerves eased when he put on a smile.

Thankfully, the walk to his place was short. In his room, you took off your jacket and grabbed the DVD case to put it on yourself. “I tipped the cashier a couple of extra bucks to get my hands on this,” you giggled and turned on his television with the remote control, the player lit up instantly.

“You didn’t have to.”

“Well, it’s just my way of apologizing, don’t sweat it!” Pressing the button for the disc slot, you opened the case to grab the CD. “Besides, I wanted to watch this for a long time too.”

He could tell you were lying but he wasn’t sure if you were trying to be nice to him out of pity or not. Gradually, he realized he couldn’t put you in a box. You two were alike. Exactly like him, you didn’t know where you fit in but he started to get an idea about where might fit in just fine.

As you were standing with the remote control in your hands and waiting for the movie title to show up on the screen, a set of hands were placed on your hips, making you flinch.

“Jun?”

Junpei couldn’t help but press himself against you, his hands on your hips moved to your stomach, and grabbed the remote control out of your grasp. He threw the device to the side.

“Jun?” you tried calling him again, not realizing he needed a hug this badly. “Are-are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he replied, you felt him bury his face into your hair and heard him take a sniff. His hands moved in different ways. One slid up to cup your breast over your shirt and the other slid down your stomach.

“Um, if you wanna hug me, I can face you. This position is… weird....” You merely comprehended that he wasn’t hugging you when his hand soothed the fabric of your skirt and went under it to grab you by your pussy.

Your thighs pressed together at the same time a surprised gasp left your lips. His hand was pushing you towards him as he was pressing against you, urging you to feel everything.

“Wait,” you tried to say, but when his hips snapped forward it broke into another gasp. A finger pressed on your slit over the fabric of your panties, he dragged it up while his hand harshly groped your breast.

“W-what are you doing?”

“What do you think?” Junpei nosed some hair out of his way and placed his lips on your nape, grazing his lips on the sensitive skin before moving to kiss your neck. “I thought you were here to spend time with me.” His teeth nibbled on the thin flesh and your legs turned to jelly.

“B-but the movie.”

Hooking a finger under the elastic on the edge of your panties, he pulled them to the side and let his middle finger slip inside.

“We can watch it later.”

“Jun, wait.” You squirmed and tried to move away from his fingers but you were trapped. If you moved backward you were going to press harder against his erection and moving forward meant his finger going deeper inside you. The latter was the worst option, so you moved your hips away from his hand.

What you hadn’t calculated was the way you were rocking back on forth with Junpei as he was grinding his clothed cock against the soft flesh of your ass. When you pressed yourself against him harder, it didn’t leave any more space for you to move away from his fingers.

Thanks to your dumb decision, Junpei had you right where he wanted.

“You’re so cute, always trying to act smarter than you actually are,” he whispered, lips brushing against your neck. “When you left that day after we watched your stupid movie, I jerked off to you.”

His hand on your breast moved between your bodies and placed on the front of his pants. He tugged them down while drawing small circles on your neck with his tongue and two of his fingers thrust inside your slick heat.

“I shoved my nose into the exact spot you sat to inhale your scent.”

The revelation of what he did after you left made you tremble. His hot and wet tongue pressed flat against the side of your neck and his fingers moving in a scissoring motion distracted you from his free hand guiding his cock between your legs.

“From the moment we met, I knew we were made for each other, (name).”

Nevertheless the awkward positioning, he slipped his fingers out of you and moved to grab your leg from the back of your knee. He lifted your leg until his cock had enough space to move and his hips surged forward.

A panicked sound left your lips when his cock moved between your folds rather than going inside like he had planned.

Before you could struggle, he pulled his hips back and thrust forward, angling his hips in the right direction. This time, it was a success.

Both of you moaned in unison.

Junpei buried his face into your neck and groaned loudly to the sensation of your warm cunt. Your gummy walls were sucking him right in. He couldn’t help slamming his hips into your pussy with a little too much force. You shook in his arms, nearly losing your balance “J-Jun,” you breathed, tone faint. “T-the movie.”

“Is that what you really want right now?” he whispered into your ear, thrusting in your cunt agitatedly.

You wanted to say something and shove him away so the two of you could focus on the movie that was playing on the screen instead but his cock stroked a sweet spot inside made you melt in his hold. You moaned instead, giving him the answer he wanted to hear.

He picked up a pace to fuck into you in a smooth motion and roughly pound into your pussy to steal cute little moans out of you. He was too lost in pleasure to be able to think. All he wanted was to feel your pussy clench around his cock.

His kisses on your neck turned into biting and you felt him lift your leg higher, launching both of you forward when you lost your balance. You managed to hold onto the TV stand while Junpei didn’t let the small accident interrupt him.

Letting go of your leg, he placed his hand on your back and pushed until you arched your back.

Now, he could thrust deeper inside you. Almost frantically, he started hammering his cock into your pussy. The impact caused you to place both hands on the furniture in front of you and hold onto it for dear life. Your clenching walls around him felt heavenly, he couldn’t stop moving his hips.

A shaky moan escaped your lips when the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. Your hands gripped the furniture and your toes curled at the sensation. At some point, your attention suddenly averted to Junpei’s wandering hands pulling your back flush against his chest as every thrust of his hips left you shaking and begging for more.

“J-Jun,” you whined.

He knew exactly what it meant. If he couldn’t tell from the neediness in your voice, he could tell it from the way your gummy walls started pulsating around his cock. Instead of picking up his pace and fucking you like an animal in heat like you thought he would do, Junpei tried to thrust deeper, stroking your sensitive spot with his cock until your vision turned white and you started rocking yourself back on Junpei’s cock. Only then his thrusts became harder, almost as if he wanted to claim you as his only.

“Can I do it inside?” Junpei didn’t need an answer but you gave him one anyway.

“Y-yeah.”

His pace suddenly slackened, he was close to his own orgasm. He pushed his cock in your pussy down to the base and you felt the slight twitch of his balls on your ass as thick spurts of seed filled your womb.

He lowly grunted, continuing to move his hips and fucking his seed into you with disgustingly wet sounds. Your legs started to shake under you, his hands on your hips were the only things keeping you standing up but once he let go of you, the support disappeared. You dropped on the floor, his cum oozed out of you and stained the carpet.

None of you said anything. Not when you were catching your breaths or when you were fixing your clothes.

It took you a full minute before you asked something so utterly idiotic. “Should I go home?”

At that exact moment, he understood why people enjoyed bullying others who were weaker than them.

“I thought you came here to watch the movie with me.” He dared to say.

You stared at him blankly, your gaze slowly turned to the movie that had been playing the whole time and a faint smile tugged at your lips as you reached for the remote control on the other side of the carpet to restart the movie.

~~~

In the next club meeting, Junpei brought the movie you had wanted to watch last week.

Although the other two groaned in unison, they sat through the entire movie once Junpei told them they owed you this.

As for you, watching the movie you had already seen a week ago was boring but the anticipation to watch another new release you had rented with Junpei after school was enough to keep you on the edge.

#wrote this for a reader after they said junpei was their fave and gifted it to them lol #idk if they follow me on tumblr but if they do... i love you <3 #reader is a leetle dumb #junpei x reader #junpei yoshino x reader

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