every time you die and fall victim to the reactions that man wants to drag out of you, you wonder why you're still playing—why you choose shooting aimlessly over something with real emotional depth, something that made you think instead of frying your brain.

story games have always been your 'thing.' so just how did you manage to rack up 83 hours on a shitty 3rd person shooter game with no plot whatsoever?

the answer turns out to be quite simple really, you gained a newfound love for competition from it.

after having replayed cyberpunk 2077 five times, trying out every character in borderlands 3 and hunting down achievements in assassins creed valhalla, you had come to the conclusion that it was time for something new.

off to the wasteland of the 'filter low to high' page you went. it's not like you wanted to, there's so many games you still haven't got the chance to play—but $80 for a game? in this economy? no chance. you figured you'd simply have to wait a year or so before you could afford to see leon kennedy's face again.

you watched the cover art of countless games blur together, haphazardly scrolling looking for something to try out. a shiver went down your spine when you ended up stumbling across genshin impact, it was the first ( and last ) gacha game you had ever played.

the story was alright for the most part, if you hadn't lost your last 50/50 you would most likely still be playing.

in the end it turned out to be both a blessing and a curse, as that's what made you stop and take a closer look at the game next to it.

the art style is what drew you in, it reminded you of the lalaloopsy dolls you used to play with as a kid—only there was a few small differences..

they were creepier, stitches that were still healing around the eyes where buttons had been sewn, detached limbs, some looked like sid from toy story got a hold of them.

it was messy, there were all kinds of dolls on the cover—boy dolls, girl dolls, animal dolls, inhuman dolls. the developers could do well with a different graphic designer.

despite the eyesore of the overwhelming amount of yarn blending together on the screen, you gave it a chance; 'RAGSHOT' downloaded with the simple click of a button.

that click would turn out to be the reason all your hair is about to turn grey and fall off, like a timelapse of a flower wilting.

the conniving bastards voice comes in over your speakers, "didn't see that one coming, did you?"

his doll doesn't fit the color scheme of the game one bit—it's too light compared to the darker aesthetic. the white hair blinds you, and the fact he chose the glowing blue for the buttons tells you all you need to know.

"didn't see that one coming diid youu?!" you repeat back in a high pitched tone, watching the time at the top of the screen go down slowly—theres only 4 minutes until the next round, enough time to plan out how you'll sneak up on him.

your mic has been forcefully muted since you died, so you can't continue going back and forth with him to your hearts content. being someone with the attention span of a 5 year old, you pull out your phone and open tiktok.

man raving about 'traditional women.' — not interested.

news. — you would have watched it on tv if you cared.

some OF model clickbaiting. — you can get porn for free literally anywhere else.

clip of hot streamer talking to his chat. he's playing ragshot, cool, finally something you don't have to force yourself to sit through.

"i'll get her on stream one day, and if i don't i'll gift chat 100 subs." he looks kinda familiar, maybe like a real life version of a cartoon character.

" 'do you even have her as a friend ' " he laughs at the message, "you know i actually don't, i somehow keep finding her in every lobby."

right, so theres clearly some sort of lore here you aren't aware of.

it's still managed to peak your interests within about 7 seconds, and you find yourself scrolling through the comments trying to piece together information.

hold on.

why is your username in every comment?!

no, this can't be right—your brain is just messing with you. some other girl probably has a similar username—why would they be talking about you?!

your finger quickly swipes right to check out the page, tapping on the most recent video.

it opens with your voice, "STOOP TARGETING MEEE!!" a clip of one of the many times he's pushed you to your limit.

"you're just an easy kill." he chuckled while continuously firing at you.

this is really you in the video. having a temper tantrum for hundreds of thousands of people to see—and THIS is the guy you've been straining your vocal cords over?!?

sorta wish they were being strained for a different reason.

that's besides the point, you need to get these mortifying videos wiped off the internet.

you've got quite the recognisable voice and aren't too keen on people you know in real life hearing you get this worked up over a video game.

doesn't help that there's tons of evidence, the videos of you raging go on and on—if you can't get them taken down you should be entitled to a portion of the money he's made from you.

you've become almost like a celebrity within his fanbase, all of his most popular posts are some form of you raging. as you scroll through them and pay no mind to the active round his voice can be heard through your headphones resting on your shoulders, "pay attentionnn.."

you look back up to your screen and see that he's killed you. again. what a shock.

not like you were planning on playing another round after all this anyway, you'll be heading straight to twitch to watch his live reaction when you confront him.

you're on his instagram in no less than a minute seeing as it's linked to the tiktok page, and typing out a very angry DM even faster.

6:55PM: TAKE THPSE CLIPS DOWN OR YOU WONT B.STREAMINF AGAIN

you don't bother fixing the spelling mistakes in hopes that they'll further communicate your feelings.

it's all making you feel very stalker-y, his virtual doll was just shooting at yours, and in just a few minutes you've got his insta opened on your phone and his twitch stream up on your computer—especially with the way you're watching his phone buzz and seeing him reading the message in real time.

you expect that he'll be able piece together that it's you given that you use the same username for everything, what you don't expect however, is that he reads it out to his audience with a big happy smile on his face.

"chat, she found me." it only makes you angrier that he doesn't refer to you by name, just says 'she' and everyone automatically knows who he's talking about.

"she says to delete the videos or i won't be streaming again," he cackles like it's funny, "what do i say?"

his chat immediately goes wild, tons of messages flooding in all at once—while you read every single one, only a few stick out to him.

ihateportals: is she hot show us the insta

shakabrah420: say L bozo plzz

28stabwounds: yoo get her on stream

"i'm not telling you psycho's her insta but.." he trails off, disinterested in the countless pleads from his chat and more interested in you—the phone isn't the only thing that lights up his face.

he also seems to forget he's still on stream and becomes completely engrossed in your photos.

glory2arstotzska donated $5.00 - whys he lagging

the donation makes him jump and he comes to his senses—clearing his throat, he chokes out, "yeah, yeah she's..i'll get her on stream."

no chance. the whole reason you're texting him in the first place is to remove yourself from the whole situation, what makes him think you'll show your face on his stream?

6:58 : come on stream and i will

looks like he's bold enough to actually send the text too, just hilarious isn't he? why would you ever—

6:58 : i'll pay u

well.. you have been eating nothing but struggle meals for the past 2 weeks so you'll take what you can get. you can get back to playing real games with that money too, so win-win..?

after an excruciating long and boring conversation where you two exchanged information about the stream and whatnot, you found out that he lived only a half an hour away from you, so all this time you could've beat him up whenever you felt like it.

it was also entirely your fault that the conversation was so boring, you refused to make small talk or be decent to him in general. half of your brain still held a grudge and the other half had the 'nice guys finish last' mentality.

you'd be lying if you said a part of why you agreed wasn't for the chance to bang him. it's either that or take your frustrations out on him a different way—with a belt or your bare hands.

maybe you'll let yourself be greedy and do both.

on the way over your uber driver wouldn't stop talking, which for once was a good thing. your nerves were through the roof and listening to her blabber on about whatever passenger from hell she had before you took your mind off of the whole ordeal.

it wasn't as awkward as you had expected, when you arrived you hid your unease by bantering with him and eventually put up the facade for so long that your anxiety had waned in.

he took some time to show you around his place and offered you some food before the stream started, to which you declined, afraid that you would throw it right back up in front of him.

now you sit in beside him a spare chair he found laying around. the hard part of starting the stream and letting the viewers have their fun is already out of the way, now you're letting him do all the work.

he didn't make the connection that you might not have been so good for clip farming in real life as you are behind a video game character, but his chat was very happy to see you anyways. almost a little too happy.

you're idly twirling with a strand of your hair, feeling extremely bored with the same things being said over and over, "stream her going to anger management," some form of "shes hot," and "they r 100% cracking after this." while they're repetitive, the last one gets an idea to pop up in your head.

"hey, satoru."

"yeah?" he takes his eyes off the game to look at you, "i'm gonna go use the bathroom, its that door there, right?" you point toward the slightly ajar door only a few feet away from you.

"mhm, go ahead." he responds, none the wiser.

from the way he's been looking at you ever since you stepped inside the house, you're able to gauge that he wouldn't be opposed to the idea of you giving him a blowjob under his desk. what a way to liven things up, right? enough of you being the laughingstock, it's his turn!

his bathroom door clicks shut and you aimlessly walk around in circles for about 30 seconds or so while doing a few throat exercises, hoping he actually is into you and you aren't imagining things that lead you to embarrass yourself.

when satisfied, you quietly open the door and waltz back over. making sure you're out of view from the camera you—THUMP!—drop to your knees.

it catches him off guard, he looks over at you with nothing but a startled expression and confusion in his eyes—only when you start crawling under the desk does he start to catch on.

bolognaincident donated $5.00 — wtf was that? she fall in the toilet??

"uhh, earthquake." trying to make it as subtle as possible, he acts as if he's aimlessly fidgeting around on his chair to 'get a bit of blood flow going' as he plays, when he's really making room for you to get under the desk.

once you're as cozied up as you can be in the dark and cramped space, you rest one arm on his knee and use the other to pump the air, prodding your tongue against your cheek in time with your fist.

despite him already having a clear idea of what you were going to do, the motion still makes his eyes widen and a lump form in his throat.

doesn't take you long to grow tired of your little 'show' and raise an eyebrow at him, waiting for any indication that he'll let you suck him off on stream.

he gives you a sly nod which is all you need to get started. you waste no time and hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down and eyeing his bulge. his huge bulge.

there's no way you're fitting all of him down your throat, but it's too late to go back now.

you palm him through his boxers as he mumbles something to the viewers about whatever strategy he's using. unsatisfied with his lack of reaction you apply more pressure while staring up at him, waiting for something.

fine. you make quick work of pulling down his boxers and letting his cock spring free—it slaps against his stomach, the veins bulging from it give you a clear path on where to lick. you also take notice that he shaved for you, cute.

the feeling of you licking a long stripe from base to tip has his dick twitching, he grips extra hard on the mouse and nearly breaks the thing when you take him in fully.

your lips stretch around the soft flesh as you watch his body tense up—he's utterly failing in his act to be as normal as possible, not acknowledging his audience one bit as he pours all his focus into attempting to regulate his breathing and keep his face still.

tahitiancowboy2 donated $5.00 — i think she snuck out u got no game loll

he so badly wishes he could retort by simply standing up and showing everyone that you've got his dick in your mouth, but unfortunately for him he's forced to swallow his pride.

"d-dunno what girls do in there. maybe she's—" he's cut off by you tightly wrapping your two hands around the base to make up for where your throat can't quite reach, "taking a shower!" he squeals out. your panties are getting wetter and wetter with every little slip-up you cause.

exoticbutterss: am i tripping or

3-2tomorrow: HE'S GETTING STRAIGHT TEETH LMFAOOO

everyone is thinking the same thing and everyone can hear the slurping noises, but he isn't too concerned with his chat right now.

you keep on giving little kitten licks to his tip and it's driving him up the wall. he wants to be a gentleman, he really does—but he just can't help himself from pushing his hips up and your face down. he's gave up on trying to play properly with one hand, just lets himself get shot down while his doll spazzes out.

not thinking he'll be able to take much more of this, he grabs a fistful of your hair and bobs your head up and down his length to take control. tears begin to well up in your eyes as he pushes his cock further and further down your throat, hardly able to breathe with the speed he's moving at.

y1kesf0rever: is this allowed on here . .

definitely not. which is why he chokes out some bullshit excuse, "she's n-not feeliing too well so i'm ending—mmph.. stream here." and slams his hand down, mashing a few buttons on his pc.

you're finally able to get a bit of air into your lungs as he lunges your head back, "y-you trying to kill me?" he says, his voice hoarse.

"just getting you back for all the times you've killed me."

so..who's winning now?

with him burying his cock deep inside you and your walls gripping him tight enough to cut off his circulation, neither of you are sure.

his balls could burst with how hard he's been holding back, he had refused to let you finish him off from the overwhelming need to have you squirming under him—yet he's moaning more than you are. didn't turn out as well as he expected, but at least he'll have more than enough cum to stuff you full of.

the various plushies scattered around his bed bounce around each time he drives his hips into you, he grabs your thighs to push further and further into your cunt.

"t-this your apology for being such—hhmn—an asshole?" you wouldn't be staying true to yourself if you didn't throw some kind of snarky comment at him even in this situation.

but unlike his usual self he doesn't taunt you, solely focused on how your pussy keeps sucking him back in each time he pulls back, and the borderline pornographic sounds coming from it every time he so much as breathes. who would've guessed that gamer pussy would be this good?

his face is painted with pure bliss, if your eyes weren't so glossy you'd double check if there's any hearts in his. they roll to the back of your head as he hits that sweet spot inside you over and over again, you wonder how no one's snatched him up yet—a man with a cock like that is hard to find. even harder to find one that knows how to use it.

you're obsessed with the feeling of his veiny cock dragging along your walls, the longest one so prominent you think you've memorised the exact length and shape of it by now.

"fuuck.. she doesn't want me to—ngh—leave..look at her.." his voice is so raspy you swear you can feel it in your own throat, or maybe it's the consequences of having his dick shoved down it earlier?

the blush on his cheeks decorates his face, you wouldn't be surprised if he started drooling all over you with the way he looks right now. eyes locked onto where your two bodies meet and mouth held open in an 'o' as he pistons his hips in and out of you.

you can feel your orgasm build as he increases the speed of his thrusts, "mm—gonna c—"

"gonna cum?—“ he cuts you off, pleasepleaseplease, wanna feel it.. wanna feel it so bad." he's not sure himself what words are leaving his mouth, his brain occupied with only one goal in mind.

if he could barely take it before, he definitely can't bear it now with the force your walls clamp down on him. he doesn't even recognise the fact he's cumming until he sees it spilling out of your hole, he fucks it right back into you until a creamy ring forms around the base of his cock.

his body topples over onto yours, he stays there a while as you two share labored breaths, pressing a few light pecks to the skin below your collarbones before pulling out and running over to get a towel to clean you up with.

but when he returns you're already asleep, curled up beside his link plushie.

the morning sun is near blinding as you wake up, needing to shield your eyes you lazily roll over onto your other side as your muscles ache as a result of your actions from the night before.

satoru's awake, staring right at you with a smile he tries to hold back. "hey you. you're finally awake." he giggles.

ah. so this is why he's single.

note : i hope at least 1 person catches the ref at the end or at least any reference i put in this lolol

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Before I left Charles to join Erik’s team, we were together, so in love people thought that we would marry sooner than later, but the unexpected happened and I had to leave him and follow what I believe, and unfortunately that goes against Charles’ beliefs.

A lot has happened since that day at Cuba beach, how long has it been since 1962? well probably around 11 years, cause it’s 1973. Living in a humble apartment after I separated from Erik when he shot the president (He didn’t do it and I know), I couldn’t do anything to save him because all of our team were killed, well most of them, Angel, Azazel, and Riptide. Raven left me to do her own idea of revenge, she was always Erik’s favourite anyways.

I was drinking my black coffee while reading a model magazine, my peaceful time of day until someone knocked the door and basically ruined my alone time (who am I kidding? I’m always alone)

I got up from the comfort of my couch, to the front door. When I opened it, the person who was knocking was a masculine man, with a weird looking haircut and a short beard, looks old, maybe in his late forties?

“Hello, who are you?” I ask him as he steps in, “I’m Logan, you don’t know me now but you will in the future.” he answers me, I look at him confused, “How would you know?” I ask him, “Because I’m from the future, and I was sent here by you, Charles and Erik.” he answers me.

I scoff as I shake my head, “You’re mad for thinking I would believe that, we don’t talk anymore let alone we sent you back to the past!” I say while laughing like this was some sick joke, “You discovered your powers when you were nine, you thought that there was some curse on you, and you didn’t realize that you were the one who did it till you were eleven, and your power is that you can control nature.”

“Damn, I never told anyone this besi-”

“Besides Charles, because you were together.”

“I guess I will be talkative in the future?”

“Kinda.”

“Alright then, I guess I’ll try to believe you, Logan. What do you need from me and why were you sent back to the past?”

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“Okay that’s a lot to take in, so you’re telling me that Raven is going to kill Bolivar Trask, and because of that the government are gonna believe that we are a threat, and create a weapon to kill the mutants and even humans who have the possibility of having mutants children or grandchildren?” I repeat it to make sure I heard right.

“Exactly, and I need your help to stop Raven.”

“How? The only person who can convince her is- No! I’m not going to see him ever again!”

“But this is the only way to stop the war from happening!”

“Oh my days, I’m only doing this for the future. So let’s go to his school. You have a car?” I ask him.

“Yeah, not mine though.’

“Not gonna judge.”

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Logan was driving to Charles’ school, but the strange thing is next to the gate was a sign that said ‘Private property keep out.’, weird because the last thing I remember from this place that it was a school, now it looks abandon, I wonder what happened to Charles, Hank and Alex, Kinda miss the old times.

Logan looks at me, “Do you know what happened to it?” he asks as he drives through the gate, “No, I know as much as you? Not the future though.” I answered him while looking at the mansion, “I had most of my best memories there.” I say as I turn to look at him.

He parks the car close to the front door, we got out, but Logan walks ahead of me because I was grabbing my bag, I look behind to check on him just to see him talk to someone at the door, I walk towards him with my bag, trying to peek at who’s answering the door, it’s Hank!

“Hank!” I say while getting in front of Logan so Hank can see me clearly, Hank's expression goes from confused to shock, he says my name, trying to confirm that I’m here, I hug him, and he hugs me back.

“It’s been years!” I say while pulling away, walking in with Logan, he goes to look for the professor cause Hank’s too busy being shocked that I’m here, “Eleven years to be exact. What are you doing here?” he asks me, I point at wandering Logan, “Helping this guy, he says he’s from the future and other bullshit.” I look around as I continue talking “And he’s looking for Charles, where is he by the way?” I asked Hank but he didn’t answer.

I look back at where Hank was standing and he wasn’t there, I was confused for a second until I heard a table gets broken that I realized Hank and that guy Logan were fighting, I walk in to see what are they doing, Logan was on his back on the broken table and Hank was hanging from the chandelier.

I was going to try and stop them both from killing each other but I was interrupted.

“Hank? What’s going on here?” It was Charles, “Professor?” Logan said shocked, because Charles was walking? What?

“Please don't call me that.” Charles didn’t see me because I was a bit far away from the stairs, “Why? You know this guy?” Hank asked Charles while still hanging from the chandelier, “Yeah, he looks slightly familiar.” Charles answered him but then realized that Hank was hanging from the chandelier, “Get off the bloody chandelier, Hank.”

Hank gets off as I walk closer, “You can walk.” I say as Charles steps down the stairs, he shifts his gaze from Logan to me, his expression goes from annoyance to shock, “What’re you doing here?” he asks as he gets down the stairs and walks closer to me, “Uhm I’m helping that guy.” I point at Logan, “You should listen to what he has.”

He scoffed, “Why would I?” I look at Logan, “Because he’s from the future.”

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Charles looks between me and Logan, “So you’re telling me that Raven is going to kill some insane scientist that wants to make a weapon to kill us, mutants, what’s his name again?” Logan answers his question "Bolivar Trask.”, “Bolivar Trask, yeah, and when she kills him, they’ll think we are a threat then they capture her, and then they do experiments on her to make those weapons?”

Logan nods, “She is unique.” Hank says as I turn to look at him, “That is true.”

“Do you take me for a fool?” Charles stands up from where he was sitting and walks to his booze table (That’s what I used to call it when we were dating) and poured himself a glass of scotch.

“You can read his mind though? Right? to see if he’s telling the truth?” I asked Charles, “No I can’t.” he answered, I was confused and wanted to ask why but Charles interrupted me.

“Let's just say for the sake of…the sake, that I choose to believe you... that I choose to help you. Raven won't listen to me.” he sighs, “Her heart and soul belong to someone else now.”

“I know.” Logan starts, “That's why we're gonna need Magneto, too.” I look at Logan, “You forgot to mention that.”

Hank laughs “Eirk? You do know where he is?” “Yeah” Logan answers looking confused. Charles laughs too “Could you give me that one more time, please?”

“You heard me.”

“He's where he belongs.”

“You're just gonna walk out?”

“Ooh, top marks. Like I said, you are perceptive.” Charles said while walking towards the stairs.

“The Professor I know would never turn his back... on someone who'd lost their path. Especially someone he loved.”

“You know... I think I do remember you now.” Charles walks back towards Logan “Yeah. Tall, angry fellow with the contentious hair. We came to you a long time ago... seeking your help. And I'm gonna say to you what you said to us then. Fuck off.”

Logan grabs Charles by his robe angrily, “ Listen to me, you little shit. I've come a long way, and I've watched a lot of people die. Good people. Friends. If you're gonna wallow in self-pity... and do nothing, then you're gonna watch the same thing... you understand?”

Charles chuckles as Logan frees him from his grip, “We all have to die sometime.” Charles walks back upstairs, “Told you there was no professor here.” Hank says to Logan, I ignored their conversation and followed Charles' steps upstairs.

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I walk in his bedroom, it smells like shit and it’s messy, and here he is, Charles sitting on the couch next to his bed, “Hey.” I walk towards him, “How can you walk?” I ask him as I sit next to him, he looks at me and answer “Hank designed a serum to treat my spine, temporarily, from the same formula as he uses to control his beast form, and as these comes,” he points at his legs, “These go.” he points at his head.

“Oh, why?”

“I just couldn’t take it, after you and Raven left, and then the school closed down because of the war. It was too much.”

“I’m sorry that I left, and never came back to even check up on you, I just thought I wasn’t welcome here anymore.”

“You left me and the only reason you came back was for my help.” he scoffs as he stands up.

“I told you that I didn’t know if I was welcomed!” I stand up too.

“You shouldn’t have left in the first place!” he turns around to look at me

“I followed my beliefs!”

“I thought we mattered more!”

“You had your beliefs and I had mine!”

“And look what your beliefs did to the future! You, Raven and Erik! Your beliefs caused wars that they had to send a guy from the future!”

“Oh so you believe him?!”

“I don’t know! Okay?! I’m lost!”

I step closer to him, “Not anymore, I’m here.”

“You said that last time and you left me, you broke me.” His voice at the end broke.

“I promise you that I’ll never leave you, not anymore.” I hug him, and he hugs me back tight.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too, and you seriously need a shower.”

He chuckles, “Do we have to get Erik out?”

“I guess, we have to do what Logan says if it is going to fix whatever the future has.”

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