every once in a while, i'll venture onto x to see the state of the lads fandom there and yes, it is awful!
i think a lot of people are missing the point which is we shouldn't be mad at each other, we should be mad at the big multi-billion dollar cooperation that fucked up in the first place. because i'm now seeing people calling for rafayel's cancellation and even calling him a r*pist which...where did that even come from? all because infold made the blunder in regards to making multiple HUGE mistakes.
yes, i'd love if valko could come back into the game BUT i'd be really happy if love and deepspace fixed all the long standing issues the game has been having for AGES now. like the lighting issue for dark-skinned players, the lack of ways to farm gems and more well-thought out storylines and cards. if valko had been cancelled but the game was taken care of then, honestly, i would not be mad.
but valko is gone, the game is a mess and players within the fandom are being absolutely fucking awful towards each other. i'm talking racism, homophobia, death and r*pe threats. all for a game featuring pixel characters who are programmed to act a certain way.
if you're willing to be a goddamn despicable person for PIXELS in a game??? then you need to put down the game and go outside. maybe talk to an actual human being because a lot of you, especially on x, are quite messed up.
cw masturbating on call 🍋🟩 disclaimer this is a tweaked repost from my old account :-)
Bzzt, bzzt. Bzzt, bzzt.
"Hello?" You groggily turn to lay on your back as you press the phone to your ear, staring up at the ceiling and blinking until the fuzziness in your vision disappears. "Zayne?"
His voice sends a pleasant wave of warmth through your bones. "Yes, it's me. Did I wake you, darling?"
A door clicks shut on his end. He must've just gotten home. You squint at the time, noting it's a little past three in the morning.
"No," you lie, grinning lazily when Zayne only scoffs.
The steady, sure stream of a faucet running lets you know he's in the bathroom beginning to wind down for the night. You hum in response to his stories from the day's work, details about upcoming surgeries and how his patients have been. To anyone else, he may as well be reading a shopping list for groceries, but you pick up on his strained tone and the heavy sighs he lets out between anecdotes.
You wait until you're certain he's settled in bed before you make your move. "You've been stressed the entire week. I wish there was something I could do to help."
"You're doing everything just right, sweetheart," comes his sweet, soft mumble. "Calling you… I've missed your voice, incredibly so. I couldn't wait to get home."
There's a small smirk playing on your face, knowing exactly what path this conversation is about to go down.
"Careful, doctor," you singsong. "With that tone of yours, it almost sounds like you've been excited about this all day."
He picks up on what you're insinuating immediately, tone shifting to something more husky when he replies. It makes your stomach do a somersault.
"Oh? You wouldn't exactly be wrong to say such a thing, darling. It seems not just me, but my body in its entirety, has been aching for you."
Your thighs instinctively clench when his voice drops an octave. You can imagine the moments before he called so perfectly—Zayne, stumbling out of his car, painfully hard and phone in hand, eager to call you the second he steps through the threshold of his home. Zayne, biting his lip to stop the groans spilling out while he washes his hands and face, listening intently to the sound of your labored breathing over the phone line. Zayne, slipping into nothing but gray sweatpants that darken immediately from his pre, who still insists on trying to talk to you somewhat normally despite his weeping cock.
And Zayne, who falls apart the moment you breath a whiny, "Me too, pretty boy. Missed you so much."
It doesn't take long for his moans to be all that fills your brain, your loud cries spurring on his filthy mouth as he thrusts up into his fist like his life depends on it.
"Darling, o-ohh... darling. This—this was your plan all along, wasn't it? Nghh... you vixen..."
A third finger squeezes its way into your pussy, and you out a whimper. "J—just, hic, just missed you soo much, need your fingers, need your—mmpff!—big cock!"
The stretch is delicious, and Zayne's throaty groan at your words is doing nothing to stop the tightening coil low in your gut, hot and taut and ready to burst. Your thumb flicks at your clit and you arch your back, swearing that you can see white spots at the edge of your vision—
"W-wait, da—oohhh—darling," he pants. "Stop. Stop touching yourself."
You whine incessantly but pull your fingers away, crying softly into your phone's mic. "Noooo… m'soooooooo close… Zayne, not fair…"
So far gone, you fail to register the scuffling of clothes before a door is slammed shut—loudly, hurriedly. Keys jingle, and your lashes flutter as you try to make out what your boyfriend is doing and why it's not talking you through an orgasm.
"Give me ten minutes, sweetheart." Zayne's voice is raw from moaning, a fact that has slick drooling out of your empty cunt. "I'm not able to wait until tomorrow, so tonight it is."
"B-but—"
"No touching," he commands. "Not until I get there and you can cream around my cock like you were made to do."
cw jealousy, marking, missionary🍋🟩 disclaimer this is a tweaked repost from my old account :-)
"See? Look at how—fuck, how good you make me feel—nnghh," Xavier stammers through a moan. "There's no reason for me to want anyone else. I d-don't—don't need anyone else."
He's got you in missionary, your hips strapped securely around his torso and hands clawing at his pale, broad shoulders, while he bullies his cock into you like there's no tomorrow. Your mouth parts in a silent cry when he gives a particularly sharp thrust, one that has you seeing stars and celestial beings. He was so thick, so filling, and you almost forget what got you into this position in the first place.
Then, you see the beads of sweat clinging to his forehead, and you huff in indignation at the memory of what transpired earlier today.
"Holy shit," whispered a hunter from nearby.
You paused in your conversation with Simone about her newest Protocore-embedded technology, cocking your head in question at the girl who was flushed red and looking, quite frankly, pitifully embarrassed. She swallowed rather roughly, wide-eyed, and regarded you with thinly veiled jealousy.
"You are so lucky." She blew out a raspberry, beginning to fan her face. "But then again, I don't know if I could even handle being partners with… that."
Confused, you had opened your mouth to respond, but Simone snorted before you could. The raven-haired girl's gaze was fixed on something behind you, and you had twisted around, eyes almost popping out of your sockets at the sight.
Xavier. With his shirt off.
Cheeks growing hot, you whipped around to find the hunter still staring.
"Hey." It's a great deal of strength in you to swallow back your anger. "Didn't Jenna ask for you over in Communications? You should probably go check up on that."
"Mmm. Yeah," she sighs dreamily. "Let me look a little longer, though."
Your lips form a deep pout, eyebrows furrowing with irritation. How dare he do that in such a public place, where other hunters could gawk at him all they pleased?
You're so focused on your wallowing that you keen at Xavier's eager hand around your throat. It doesn't even squeeze; it just rests there, heavy, teasing, as you zero in on the crinkle in his brows.
"You're not—mnghh—paying attention to me," he rasps, punctuating each word with a savoring slide of his fat, mushroom tip against that spongy spot of your front wall.
"No thinking about anything other than Xavier."
You think he's going to put pressure on your throat, but he relents, instead opting to lean further over your body. His firm chest brushes your pert nipples, sending shocks of sensitivity throughout your body every time your breats bounce at his thrusts.
"I am thinking about you," you shamelessly whine, nails beginning to scrape at his back for better leverage; Xavier gives a shuddering breath, moaning low and heavenly into your ear. "Thinkin' about how—haaahh, don't stop Xavi, oh gods…"
And he has the nerve to quirk an eyebrow at you, tongue peeking out as he lets his jaw drop just slightly. "Thinking about what? Finish your sentence, starlight."
"You." The bed creaks, and you yelp, fingernails digging even deeper into the muscle of his skin. "How—hic, how no one's allowed to have you but m-me!"
Xavier sighs—it's a soft, hoarse melody that leaves you a whimpering mess, cunt gushing another bout of your juices. They collect as a white, creamy ring at the base of his cock, spilling into his neatly trimmed hair. His thrusts turn slow, deep, more about power than anything else. And you love it.
"Riiight," he whispers with a hunger you've never seen before, pupils blown wide at your fucked out face. "That's right, love. I'm yours. This dick was made for your pussy, wasn't it?"
"Good girl." He suddenly changes his angle, ramming into you with no mercy, dick pressing up against your cervix. It's nasty, the squelch and spasming of your walls as he pulls you in for a kiss that's all bite and teeth and spit.
The only thing stopping you from falling limp on the bed like a rag doll is the steel grip you have on his back, claws raking down his trapezius as your shoulders shake with sobs. You think you might draw blood. Shit, you think you've already drawn blood, with how hard you're anchoring onto him.
Though, isn't that what you wanted? Raw, red marks that are irrevocably hard to deny and undoubtedly yours?
Lightning sparks down your spine at the thought and you give a fierce sob, desperately pushing back against Xavier's tongue with your own, melting into his touch while your nails create art along his back. He whines into the kiss when you curl your fingers, burying your nails into the back of his shoulder, and you're delighted at the sensation.
The next day, at the Association, you jump at the opportunity to witness Xavier train again. Simone accompanies you, as per usual, and you can't help the grin that sneaks out when he begins to strip from his uniform without a second thought.
Sure, the marks are fainter now, less red, but that doesn't take away from their meaning. Your eyes trail down his back muscles with pride, only looking away when Simone fake gags.
"Are you serious?" She makes a face, covering her eyes dramatically. "Was there really no other way?"
You only shrug, biting your lip with giddy as you watch the hunter from yesterday pale with shame from behind Simone.
"I only ask things once," you drawl, eyes finding the girl's and holding her stare. "Hey, Jenna asked for you in Communications again today, didn't she?"
She squeaks. Nods meekly. Makes a break for the locker room.
cw jealousy, doggy style, riding 🍋🟩 disclaimer this is a tweaked repost from my old account :-)
If Caleb said he wasn't enjoying the current situation, he would absolutely be fucking lying.
No, actually. He doesn't think there's anything better than your desperate rutting against his cock, the bedsheets soaked with your previous orgasms' juices, as you shape the inside of your walls to perfectly take every portruding vein of him.
"Ngghhh—enjoying y-yourself, pretty girl?" He smirks, spreading the cheeks of your ass to watch his dick ravishing your weeping hole. His balls slap, heavy and taut, against the fat as he bottoms out, your high-pitched moan muffled by the pillow you're fisting.
Cocking a brow, he yanks you back by the hair, grinding into you with a powerful thrust. "I asked you a question. Or would you rather me go entertain those new officers in my department? Like you thought I was doing today?"
You thrash back against him, frenzied, frantic, feral—he's stopped moving now, his tip kissing your womb, and your pussy aches for him to continue or else you'll lose your goddamn mind.
Right. You had caught him talking to an officer you had never seen before towards the end of his shift, her eyes bright and cleavage on full display for her superior. The sight of her, standing so close to him she could probably get a whiff of his cologne, had sent you over the edge.
"Sorry, but he has plans already."
Scoffing, you eyed her up and down, red hot anger sizzling beneath your skin. The sensation drummed under your fingertips and you had wanted nothing more than to wipe that damn expression off her face. You took a step forward, fangs out—
Caleb's hand tightened around your wrist.
"That's enough, Officer." His voice was stern, but, to your horror, your ears caught the note of amusement in his voice. "You are dismissed. Now."
"C-caleb!" You now sob, fingers grabbing at his brown locks and pulling, trying to do anything to get him to start his hips up again. "Noo! Only I get to f-fuuck, fuck you! Pleeaaase, keep going!"
Well, since you asked so nicely.
He releases his hold on your hair, letting you fall back down to the cum-streaked sheets with another melodious moan of yours. You rest yourself on your forearms so he can continue to hear your sounds and he growls, dick pulsing, as he takes notice of the action. Grabbing you by the hips so hard you know he'll leave bruises, he starts to pummel into you, hissing as you wail and clamp down around him.
And oh, Gods, was he delighted by your little eager bunny thrusts, ass jiggling while you fuck yourself dumb on his cock.
"D-does anyone give it to you as—oohhh, yes yes yes!—as good as this, Colonel?"
The smile you throw over your shoulder is wicked and absolutely wrecked, hair sticking to your face with a mixture of sweat and cum as your eyes roll to the back of your head. It drives him insane.
"Mmnmggh, I don't—shit—I don't know, pips," he pants, large hand splaying the small of your back now. "Should I find out, huh? Find out if there's anyone—haahh, fuck, your pussy s'tight—better? Maybe… that officer—"
There's a crazed look in your eyes when you pull off of him and snarl. He's suddenly pushed back against the headboard, your hips straddling his as you waste no time shoving yourself down on his cock once more.
"Shut up," you groan, cunt fluttering as it takes him on a rougher, deeper angle than before. There's a puddle of your combined fluids drip, drip, dripping down the base of his cock, slathering all over his balls like you mean to ink them with your sweet juices. "Don't you fucking dare, fuck—fucking even mention that girl."
You're like some sort of Goddess that's come down from the heavens to claim him as your worthy, devout follower, convincing him to abandon all other desires but you.
And fuck, if it wasn't turning him on to the fullest.
He feels himself swell impossibly larger as you bounce on him with the sole purpose of milking him dry. Completely delirious from lust, Caleb helps by pistoning up into you, sharp, staccato screams tearing from your throat at his movements.
"Fuck! Yes—yes, Colonel, fuck me like you mean it—haaah! Oh god, your cock feels soooo good! So deep, soo—mmmnggh!"
"H-holy shit, pips." He chokes back a sob, abusing your poor cunt's g-spot with his big, fat, bullying tip. "You're fucking crazy. Fuckin' insane, squeezin' me s'tight, haaah—!"
The wet, lewd sounds echo throughout Caleb's house, accompanied by your beautiful screams and his animalistic groans. It's so overwhelming that it's almost not even enough for him—like he needs more, like he will never get enough of you and your silly, cute little jealous bouts.
"Goddamn, pretty girl," he moans, not quite thinking too clearly anymore. "I should—fuuuuck, should I make you jealous more o-often? Will ya fuck me jus' like this if I—nnghhh—do?"
It's a rhetorical question, really; Caleb already knows he'll be using this to his advantage in the future, watching his dirty, perfect girl trying to prove to him that you're all he needs through sloppy grinding on his aching cock.
But he loves the way your eyes narrow. He loves the pretty glower that takes over your face; loves the forceful, slippery squelches that only grow louder at his words; loves that you're enjoying it just as much as he is.
"If you do," you murmur, driving home. "Consider yourself fucked, Colonel."
praying everything goes well! it’s terrible to hear your family is in icu, may everything get better <3
thank you anon 🧡💛 everything is well now and we are in recovery! fun fact, did you know aortic valves can be fully replaced??? my family member now has a mechanical valve and it’s super cool
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