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sturncrazy · 4 months

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LIFE OF THE PARTY prt3🔥

chris sturniolo x y/n (fem)

(all other characters are highlighted in green)

warnings: SMUUUUT SMUTTY SMUT nsfw 18+ and language & drinking (unprotected+not pulling out, overstimulation, slight praise, SLIGHT dom chris, lil rough at times)

authors note: HERES PART THREE YALL! sorry she’s LOOOOOOONNNNGGG but i’m a fan of details and build up so 🤷‍♀️ um why am i attached to this story now 🧐 anyways this is smut so yk beware but i hope y’all like it hehe🫶

summary: after a you and chris getting stuck playing a round of 7 minutes in heaven turned into a HEATED makeout session, you attempt to go back to the party….but chris has another idea.

word count: 4,106 w

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“HEY LOOK! you two didn’t kill each other!” shouted out Madi as chris casually walked back into the basement like nothing happened. you tried your best to take steady breaths and act normal, but your whole body still felt like it was on fire as you headed back to the group.

“GUYSSS this game is boring! can we play pong?” someone yelled and was met by a collection of agreements. you attempted to brush down the back of your hair as you watched chris head over to the pong table. you cleared your throat.

“the fuck happened in there y/n” chuckled nick raising an eyebrow at you.

“oh nothing…obviously. just fucking stuffy in there” you lied. he bought it. “so, madi, did u get to kiss that guy? what’s his name again…?”

“yeah. jack. it was wet. icked me out” she answered shivering.

“oh ewww” you laughed

“OOO I HAVE AN IDEA! let’s do SHOTS” nick said grabbing the two of you. honestly, shots had never sounded better to you. anything to distract you from what had been going on 5 minutes ago. you took a whopping 3 shots in a row and felt immediate regret in the form of intense burning at the back of your throat. Nick gagged uncontrollably next to you. Madi, apparently unbothered, started shouting

“OO I LOVE THIS SONG LETS GO DANCE” at the sound of nightcrawler starting, pulling you to an emptier area of the room. actually having fun for a moment, the cheap liquor doing it’s job, you forgot where you were and began swaying around with your friend, even though your skirt was probably a bit too short to be moving so freely. suddenly, you became aware of the creeping feeling of eyes on you. you glanced over your shoulder and saw chris eyeing you, gripping his cup tightly watching your body. something ignited in you knowing you had his attention again. you continued to dance more, intentionally moving your hips around so your skirt would hike up. you glanced back at him and noticed him attempt to cover up fixing the top of his jeans, fussing with an apparent new problem. feeling bold, you took out your phone and opened snapchat and began typing a message to him. he felt the vibration of a notification in his pocket and reached for his phone, raising an eyebrow seeing you were typing. you finished out your message

“i can see you watching me. you’re not slick”

he rolled his eyes and began typing back before looking back up at you. you opened your phone.

“don’t act like you don’t want me to be watching you”

you looked back up at him. he cocked his head with a smirk and raised an eyebrow, in a challenging manner. frustration and desire bubbled inside you. it pissed you off that he thought he was the one in control here. you wanted to watch him squirm. you typed out your next message with shaking hands and refused to let yourself back out of hitting send

“i’d rather have you inside me than watching me, but whatever”

his mouth dropped open slightly as he looked at his screen. you could see his chest rise and fall from across the room. he looked up at you through hooded eyes, not moving his head. you gave him a shrug before turning your back to him and going back to dancing with madi and a small group of other girls who’d joined. you couldn’t believe how bold you’d been and started to feel regret creeping in as the moments passed by. you refused to look back at chris now, but all you could do was wonder what he was thinking. it started to make you feel queasy. you were just about to tell madi you wanted to go grab water, when you felt a large hand harshly grip your shoulder.

“bathroom. upstairs. now.” Chris growled, out of earshot of the surrounding group, into your hair. your breath hitched as he let go. you turned slightly to see him already heading for the steps.

“Uh-um…I need to get some air and water for a bit. i’ll come back down later” you said to Madi

“Oh okay, you alright? you need me to come with you?”

“Nah i’m good have fun”

“You sure? You’re not gonna puke are you?”

“No” you laughed “I just need a break, seriously though i’m good i’ll be back in a bit” she gave you a small nod and went back to dancing. you tried to inhale as you turned for the stairs, but your body refused to accept the air. you felt your legs shake slightly as you left the sticky basement and headed for the quiet and dark upstairs of the house. the bathroom was tucked down the hall, conveniently in the opposite direction from the front door so it was uncharted territory to most of the party goers. the bathroom door was cracked open slightly. the lights, except for a small blue nightlight, we’re out giving it an eerie blue glow pouring out of the sliver of space. you pushed it open weakly. Chris was carelessly leaning against the sink, supporting himself with his arms behind him. he looked up at you and gestured with his head for you to shut it behind you. you followed his lead and closed it then moved to lean against the opposing wall, facing him head on. you crossed your arms across your chest.

“we’ll you’re quite the little tease, aren’t you?” he said looking up at you through strands of his hair. you tried to look unfazed.

“what do you want, chris?” you said flatly

“you know what i want, y/n” he said hoarsely

“how am i supposed to know what you want? look like i can read your mind?” you retorted, playing dumb.

His breathing was uneasy. the sound of it echoed through the bathroom being the only sound in the room for a moment. your heart raced as he looked at you hungrily. without warning, he pushed himself off the sink and grabbed your face in his hands pulling you in forcefully for a heavy kiss. he let go of your cheeks after feeling your lips give into his, eagerly kissing him back, and moved his hands down to your waist without breaking away from your mouth. he grasped at your skin desperately, as he pushed you up against the wall. he leaned his body against yours and you were sure he could probably feel the immense beating of your heart against his chest. you suddenly became aware of the fact that you had hands again and pushed them back into his hair. he bit at your lip, asking for access into your mouth. you opened it slightly and felt his tongue slide against yours. you pulled at his hair with one had and ran your nails up his shoulder with the other. he let out a small groan into your mouth. you needed to hear him again. you felt his hands start to slide from your waist lower to your thigh. you breathed out unsteadily and felt him smile slightly against your lips. he continued to move them back up your thighs, this time working their way up under your skirt to your ass. it sent chills down your body and you pushed your hips up against him at the sensation.

“fuck” he whispered out as he savagely grabbed at the soft pillowy flesh in his large hands. you never knew his voice could sound so sexy. you brought your hands from around his neck down the fabric of the front of his t-shirt, desperately wanting more of him. as you reached the hem of his shirt, you pushed the tips of your fingers under it. just grazing the sweet spot of his lower stomach right above his waistband with your delicate touch.

“this okay?” you breathed into his lips

“more than” he grunted out against you. with his eager consent you slid your hands up under his shirt, running your them over the smooth skin of his toned torso. you felt his rocky breathing under your palms, which made the wetness forming in your thong even more present. once you reached his collarbone, you dragged your nails heavily back down his skin to the top of his jeans

“oh goddd” escaped his lips, as he wrapped one arm around your waist and one under your ass, lifting you up. you tightened your legs around his waist in response, still not breaking from his mouth. you pulled at his lip slightly with your teeth, loving the feeling of being wrapped around him. he responded by spinning halfway with you still in the air and settling you down to sit on the edge of the sink. you kept your legs around him slightly as he broke away from you momentarily. he maintained eye contact with you as he reached for the bottom of his t shirt and pulled it off over his head. the space between your legs pulsed, begging for contact, as you took in the sight of him shirtless in front of you. your lips parted slightly, scanning him.

“like what you see?” he teased, observing your reaction.

“you have no idea” you said lowly, looping your pointer fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, bringing him back into you. as your lips locked back together again he dragged his hands up from your waist, lightly brushing over your boobs, which were covered by a thin tank top, eliciting a whimper from you.

“you gonna let me see you too?” he said softly. you pulled away and lifted off your top. he exhaled loudly, eyes growing wide at the sight of you.

“my god” he mumbled before bringing his hands up to paw at your exposed chest. you threw your head back slightly and moaned, which he responded to by lowering his head and connecting his warm wet mouth to your nipple, biting and pulling gently. he kissed down your chest sloppily, continuing down your stomach as he crouched. he settled kneeling, looking up at you from the same height as your knees, which you had shut slightly. he looked into your eyes as he gently kissed your kneecap

“open your legs for me, pretty girl” he said in a hushed tone. you moved your legs further apart, feeling the cool air reach the almost unbearable heat coming from your center. he broke away from your eyes, pupils blown out, at the space between your legs that had become visible to him. he sighed hot air against your leg, his lips still partially touching your skin. he reached a hand up your leg, moving painfully slow, to your upper thigh and squeezed. you shuddered, desperate for contact. Chris seemed to understand what you needed and moved his hand further along your skin and to the lacey center of your thong. he ran his finger tips so lightly across your dripping heat, it ached and you bucked your hips forward overcome with the need for more.

“fuck youre so wet” he muttered, almost more to himself in amazement at your arousal.

“chris—please—“ you gasped out rolling your hips towards him again.

“hmmm?” he sung out, just barely pressing his index and middle finger at your clothed entrance. you let out a small cry.

“so worked up for me already huh, baby?” he taunted. the name alone was enough to make your insides throb.

“Chris—stop fucking teasing me” you spat out

“only fair…you teased me first” he said before biting down on your inner thigh, still drawing small light circles around your clit over the lace fabric. you whimpered, loudly.

“But if you’re so desperate” he hooked his fingers around the sides of your thong

“okay” he finished, pulling it down your legs. you suddenly became aware of the fact that you were completely exposed to him and felt the urge to shut your legs, which chris quickly halted you from doing.

“christ” he hissed out before moving his mouth painfully close to your dripping pussy. he was so close to where you needed him you could feel the hot air of his breath hitting your folds.

“please—“ you whined out in one last attempt to stop his torture. finally, he listened as he pressed his warm wet lips to your clit then dragged his tongue down your folds. you grasped at his hair trying to stable yourself as your legs shook at the feeling of him beginning to push his tongue into your entrance. he groaned, sending vibrations into you, at you pulling his hair which made you lift your hips higher pressing his face further into you. both of his hands were wrapped around your thighs, holding you in place, but he slipped his grip on one side so he could position his hand to rub your clit with his thumb.

“oh fuck” you exhaled. he removed his thumb and dragged his tongue back up to your clit continuing the circular motion. your pussy ached begging for something to fill it and you tried to grind your core harder against him. he began to press two fingers against you entrance. you sucked air through your teeth and moved your hands to claw at his upper shoulders as he pushed his fingers into you, curling them upwards slightly. your eyes rolled back into your head as chris slowly began to pump his digits in and out of you.

“oh goddd-yes chris”

“you look so cute when you’re moaning my name like that” he said looking up at you still driving his fingers deep into your core.

“feelsss—so good” you gasped out as you felt yourself start to clench around his slender fingers.

“are you close already for me baby?” he cooed at you in a mocking tone

“sh-shut up chris—just don’t stop” you spat back pulling at his hair.

“trust me i’m not gonna stop til i see you cum all over my fingers for me”

“ohh my—fuckk” you stuttered feeling the build up in your core begin

“good girl cum for me y/n” chris said pumping into you rapidly with his hand. your body shuddered and your legs attempted to snap together as you came down from your high. you tried to catch your breath, fluttering your eyes open just in time to see chris standing back up and sucking your juices off his fingers, looking at you.

“y’taste fucking good”

“oh yeah?” you snickered out

“don’t believe me?” he asked leaning in to kiss you so you could taste yourself on his lips. he gripped at your thighs again before harshly pulling you down off the counter and spinning you around so your back was too him and you were looking at him in the mirror above this sink. something in his eyes looked almost animalistic now, as he clenched the skin around your hips so harshly it would leave marks. he began to suck and bite your neck from behind, as you heard the sound of him unzipping his pants and fabric hitting the ground. he stopped playing with your neck and looked at you in the eyes in the reflection resting his chin on your shoulder.

“watching you cum for me like that got me so hard baby it hurts so bad” he said with desperation into your ear

“really?” you said almost genuinely surprised that doing something for you would turn him on that much. you felt him wrap his hand over yours and guide it behind you. he pressed your hand to his painfully hard member that was pushing against the fabric of his boxers. he groaned at your touch

“yeah, really” he added pressing his hips forward further.

“Chris it—“ you fumbled looking for words, feeling his throbbing dick against your palm fully for the first time without the thick denim of his jeans in the way.

“hmmm?” he mumbled with his eyes half closed rocking back and forth to build some friction

“You’re so big” you stated. you didn’t know why it would surprise you. Chris gave the vibe of the kind of guy who would be well off in that department but still, something about the length of the hardon you could feel shocked you.

“you sound surprised” he half chuckled

“no i-i-jus-“

“cmon y/n don’t act like you haven’t thought about my dick before” he said pushing himself harshly against you this time

“so when are you gonna bend over the sink for me so i can give you what you really came up here for”

“Chris— already—i mean i just” you stuttered. you were still recovering from the the shockingly intense orgasm you’d had from him fingering you.

“mmm so much for handling you, looks like you can’t handle me”

“hey that’s not fair—”

“so if you don’t want me to fuck you, why are you still grabbing my cock” he snarled. you felt your pussy throb uncontrollably again at his words. he was right. you didn’t just want him to fuck you, you needed it. you let out a pathetic whimper as you leaned yourself over the sink, bringing your ass up higher for him.

“good girl” he purred out as he stripped his final layer of clothes off. you felt him line his tip up with your entrance before he began to sink into you. you let out a desperate cry at the feeling of him stretching you out and you watched his eyes roll back and his jaw go slack as he bottomed out.

“fuck you’re even tighter than i imagined” he exhaled, stopping any motion giving you a small moment to adjust to his size before pulling back out of you again. when he moved again he wasn’t as gentle. he slammed into you fully, causing a slap to echo through the small room. you squealed a pornographically loud moan, as you felt him fill you up. your pussy clenched relentlessly around his pulsating thick length.

“jesus y/n” he huffed feeling you tighten around him, shuddering against you.

“mm more chris” you whined out

“dont need to tell me twice” he said biting your earlobe. he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, hitting your g spot every time, making you almost see stars. the feeling of him stretching your tight walls and hitting you so deep into your core was such an intense feeling of pleasure and pain, you let out a string of irrepressible moans and curses. you felt tears start to form and roll down your hot cheeks. you hung your head down limply as it bounced slightly with the rhythm of chris pounding into you from behind. his constant grunting and groaning was enough to keep you wet forever. you closed your eyes focusing on the overwhelmingly pleasure and felt one of chris’s hands grip into your hair, pulling you back with force. you snapped your eyes open and saw him biting his lip, hair in sweaty strands sticking to his forehead, pupils so black the blue of his eyes was invisible, cheeks flushed, staring at you as he mercilessly rammed his dick impossibly further into you.

“I want you to watch me while i fuck your brains out y/n” he panted to you. all you could do in response was let your mouth fall open in a pathetic whine, your brows furrowed in overwhelming satisfaction of being so filled up. he took this as an opportunity to slip the hand that had been grasping at your hair to your mouth and slide his fingers between your lips. you followed and sucked on them obediently. he watched hungrily, never letting up on his pace, before slipping them back out of your mouth creating a popping sound. he lowered them down between you and the counter to rub your clit again. you screamed at the new addition to your pleasure and collapsed slightly forward.

Chris smacked your ass harshly with his unoccupied hand before growling

“did i say you could stop watching?”

you looked back up at him again, tears now streaming down your face causing your mascara to make big streaks of black across your flushed skin.

“God you look so fucking sexy. such a mess for me, gorgeous”

“CHRIS—i’m gonna—fuck” you started to pant

“you wanna cum again for me, princess?” you whimpered in response as he pounded into you still drawing faster circles across your incredibly sensitive clit.

“cum all over my dick, baby. let it out” he said kissing your neck in encouragement. you felt yourself release around him as the room seemed to buzz and your vision went blurry, reaching a level of ecstasy you never knew existed before. your walls pulsed rapidly around him as your legs shook wildly, making his thrusts become harsher and sloppy.

“oh god fuck—y/n i’m close”

“yeah? you gonna cum chris?” you breathed out looking back at him. his brows were furrowed as he watched his length disappearing into you, mesmerized.

“shit yeah nghhhh fuck where do you want me to cum, baby”

“just don’t stop, chris” you said watching him, entranced by how gorgeous he looked this worked up.

“wha-/what?” he stuttered looking back up at you shocked

“i said don’t stop, chris”

“but—then i’ll—“

“i want you to cum in me” you whispered, loving the boyish look of excitement and fear wash across his face.

“but—“ he weakly questioned once more desperately fighting off his release

“don’t tell me you’re gonna be boring, chris” you teased, arching your back further which only intensified his pleasure.

“fuck no, y/n” he said breathlessly. he wrapped one hand around your throat lightly.

“i’ll fill you up with my cum if that’s what you want”

“i need it, chris—please” you begged

“OH GOD OH FUCK IM GONNA CUM FUCK”

“yeah, baby? i wanna feel you cum inside me”

“SHIT IM CUMMING OH FUCK” chris slurred out before stopping still deep inside you. you felt his dick twitch against your walls spurting his thick warm release inside you, as his body shuddered at the feeling. he panted against your skin collapsing slightly on top of you, leaving sloppy kisses on your shoulder. you breathed heavily in unison, watching him regain control of himself in the mirror. he lifted his head slightly to grin at you. you let out a small breathy giggle, still supporting yourself with your arms at the sink. you were sure your legs wouldn’t work properly for a few weeks. he slowly stood up enough to pull himself out of you, causing you to let out a final whimper at the loss of fullness and slight overstimulation. he chuckled, reaching back for his clothes. you followed his lead and searched for your own.

“still don’t think i can handle you?” he said as he pulled up his pants

“i’d say you did a pretty good job” you replied, leaning back against the sink, watching him zip up

“PRETTY good job?” he said feigning offense. you leaned over to give him a light kiss on the lips.

“okay, yeah. i stand corrected” you giggled as he leaned back in to give you another light kiss

“still think i’m no fun?” you teased, inches from his face.

“oh no i take that back totally” he said, kissing you once more before pulling away to put back on his shirt. you leaned back to the mirror to try to fix your makeup enough to make you look presentable to the friends you’d have to face downstairs shortly, but you felt chris’s eyes on you.

“what?” you asked

“nothin” he started. he looked down at the floor, scratching the back of his head in thought.

“i guess—i guess i just wanted to say m’sorry?” you raised an eyebrow

“dunno i’ve always been such a dick to you. and look it’s not like you’ve been an angel to me either—but still. i dunno. guess i was always just freaked out by the way i felt around you. like all nervous and outta control. i’m not used to that. so it was easier to tell myself i hated you than anything else, but i always knew it wasn’t the truth—i’m sorry i don’t mean t—“

“hey, stop chris, i get what you mean. think i’ve always felt sorta the same way” you said turning to face him and place a hand on his cheek to get him to look at you.

“yeah?” he asked with a sheepish grin, placing his hand on top of yours. you nodded and he leaned in to kiss you again.

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AHH OK!!! guys i rly hope u like this one cause i rly like it 🥹❤️❤️❤️

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xxsabitoxx · 2 years

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Good Girl

Fed up Giyu x Bratty fem! Reader

Warnings: public sex, outdoor sex, rough sex, name calling, degrading, face fucking, hand riding, dirty talk, hate sex, humiliation, descriptions of masturbating, drooling, cum swallowing, breeding, creampies, possessive giyu, semi-forced breeding. I think that’s most of it

A/N: it’s been forever since I posted a fic ;—; I also need to desperately update my Masterlist so plz bear with me. I’m also hoping there are no major spelling errors lol, I’m typing fast when I write these. Also grammar? Don’t comment on it if it’s bad 😐

Anyways here is some Giyu filth :)

Word count: 4.2k exactly. Pretty proud of that

“You think you are so fucking clever, don’t you?” Your chest was squished into one of the exterior walls of the butterfly estate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tomioka.” You could feel the heat radiating off of him, his chest was pressed into your back pushing even further into the wall. “Stop playing stupid, you’ve been a little fucking whore all day.” You gasped, a smug smile creeping up your features. “What vulgar language! That’s no way to speak to a lady, Tomioka.”

You felt something hard pressing into your ass, butterflies turning into a frenzy when you realized it had totally worked. “You feel it? All because you want to go around teasing me in front of everyone. I mean really y/n, wearing a short little skirt? How fucking immature of you.” You snorted, wiggling your hips against this evident arousal. “Shameful isn't it, Tomioka? The fact that you got so turned on by it? You say I’m immature for pulling such stunts…yet here you are trying to dry hump me like some bitch in heat.”

He groaned, the hands gripping your waist tightened significantly. “You know I’m right!” You laughed harshly, the throb between your legs was becoming more and more persistent. “Shut the fuck up.” He caught you off guard, hands flipping you over and slamming you back against the wall. He left no room between your bodies, one hand coming up to plant itself firmly over your lips. “I’m going to teach you how to fucking behave.” Your eyes widened a bit, smiling against his hand.

“Let’s discuss what you did today Hmm?” Giyu pressed you even further into the wall, the wood beginning to bite into your shoulders. The position was suffocated, with your body completely sandwiched between Giyu and the wall you couldn’t move. “Let's start with what you chose to wear. You always go for uniform pants, yet today you chose a skirt. Not only did you choose a skirt, you hiked that skirt so far up that you were one gust of wind away from showing the world your pussy.” You stiffened, teeth clenching significantly.

“Though I bet you would have liked that, huh? Showing off your cunt like it’s a fine piece of jewelry. You’d let anyone stuff themselves in there and get their fill, wouldn't you little whore?” You made a squealing noise, almost completely muffled by Giyu’s hand. Maybe you had taken things too far. “Don’t act like I didn’t see you feeling Shinazugawa up. Oh he was fucking eating it up too. Just watching you flaunt yourself around in front of him makes my fucking blood boil.” Your hands remained by your side, too awestruck to try and defy Giyu.

His free hand moved freely, drawing his hips back just enough that he could slip between the two of you. “Tell me, do you fantasize about Shinazugawa? I bet you’d let him fuck your cunt like the world was ending tomorrow. You’d let him fill you up over and over again with his cum. Maybe you’d even hope to carry his babies…” Giyu trailed off, hand still firmly placed over your mouth. You stared at him wide eyed, eagerly awaiting his next move. “How about Rengoku? You sure seemed friendly with him too. He likes to act so high and mighty, oh so innocent.” Giyu’s hand cupped your panty covered sex, groaning at the heat radiating from between your legs.

“You should have seen him, you barely left anything to the imagination. Even Tengen was eating you up, as if the bastard doesn’t have three wives to satisfy his needs.” The heel of Giyu’s palm began rubbing rough circles. Not really aiming for your clit, he just wanted to hear the slick noises you were already beginning to make. “Listen to that, what an attention whore. I bet you’d fucking strip naked and fuck yourself with your own fingers if they asked you too.” A harsh laugh left him as he felt your cunt contract and twitch, you were loving this. “You’re so fucked up.” The grin on his face was cold, palm digger deeper and making you yelp into his hand.

“You’re imagining it, aren’t you?” His voice had dropped an octave, his volume lowering with it. You nodded shamelessly, the idea of getting off in front of the other pillar men had you giddy. Especially since you knew it pissed Giyu off to no end. “Tell me…” he lifted his hand off your mouth. “What would you do? Describe it for me…” the hand that had been on your mouth hand lowered to your breast. “What I’d do? Y-you want me to describe how I’d fuck myself?” He nodded, squeezing the tender flesh and liking the way you stuttered. “And I’m the fucked up one…” you were breathless as he stopped palming you. Instead his hand moved to slip under the waistband of your panties, making contact with bare flesh.

“Oh~” you swallowed thickly, trying to compose yourself enough to speak. “I’d probably start with a strip tease, but only my top. I’d want them to see my bare breasts fall from my binding. See the way my nipples would harden from the cool air and my own hormones.” Two fingers slipped between slick folds, easily finding your clit and pinching. “Keep going, little slut. Be a good girl for me and continue.” Your eyes fluttered, cheeks growing hot as Giyu found a balance between rubbing and pinching your clit. “I’d play with my tits…In the way they wish they could. Squeezing them, pinching my own nipples, moaning their names…”

The idea of Tengen, Sanemi and Kyojuro watching you play with yourself had you clenching around nothing at all. “Keep going.” Giyu’s hips were restless, you could tell part of him wanted to abandon your breast and palm himself. So you did him a favor, hand tugging at his belt. “I’d tease myself until I was dripping…willing to grind on anything that would relieve the ache I felt.” You got the belt undone with the help of your other hand, to your surprise, Giyu allowed you to toss the material to the side. You didn’t hesitate shoving your hand under the waistband of his uniform pants, making contact with his throbbing cock. “You aren’t wearing…” he cut you off by pinching your clit harshly, earning a gasp.

“Continue.” You swallowed, hand struggling to pump him in the confines of his pants. “I-I need your opinion for this one…” you gasped as he moved quicker, fingers moving in perfect rhythm. “D-do you think it w-would be better to strip completely? O-or should I tease them by sp-spreading my legs and pushing my panties aside?” Giyu’s hand nearly stopped, a whine leaving your lips as you realized he was trying to visualize it. “I’d take them off, I’m sure they’d love to see your pretty, wet cunt on full display.” You nodded, eyes shutting as you realized you were nearing your end. He had barely done anything, how embarrassing.

“S-so I’d strip tease again, maybe bend all the w-way over and drag my panties down nice and s-slow.” Giyu could feel you twitch, you were close. “What would you do next?” He groaned softly as your hand tightened considerably around his length. He wished you’d just take a second and undo the button, letting them fall to his thighs and freeing his aching cock. But clearly he only had you occupied for a bit longer, so he could wait. “I-I’d sit down facing them, spread my legs wide and get comfortable.” You whined, your climax was almost in your reach. “T-then I’d start t-to tease myself.” Giyu smirked, “Go into detail or you won’t reach your orgasm.”

You gasped, “I’d start b-by dipping two fingers inside…just to get them nice and slick.” You couldn’t be bothered to care about what choice of words you picked, not when you were this close to coming in his hand. “Yeah? Tell me what you’d do next little slut.” You whined, grinding your hips down on his fingers. “I’d start playing with my clit…I’d rub like you are right now~” your head fell back against the wall, shaky gasps leaving you as your orgasm washed over you. “Oh? That’s it, cum all over my hand, make a fucking mess. Good girl.” You squealed at his sudden praise, hips jerking as his hand never slowed. “How fucking filthy, I can feel you coming.”

Giyu’s fingers finally slowed when your hips stopped jerking, instead rubbing slow languid circles over the sensitive skin. “I never said you could stop talking.” You blinked, trying to gather your thoughts and figure out where you had left off. “I-I…I’d…” you stuttered over yourself, not even sure how to continue. “You said you’d play with yourself, rub your clit for them, right? So what would you do next?” Giyu’s fingers left your clit, sliding further down until he was met with your slippery entrance. He used his thigh to spread your legs further. The hand squeezing your breast moved to start undoing the buttons of your top. “I’d…probably start playing with my…my breasts…” as each button popped open, your breathing picked up. “Hmm? What would you do to your breasts?”

Giyu’s hand pressed, not entering you but creating pressure. His leg spread you even further. This wasn’t exactly his ideal location to take out his annoyance with you, but he’d have to make do. “I-I’d squeeze them…” you were starting to get embarrassed, how ironic. “Mmm? That it? Not much of a show.” His finger pulled away, a desperate whine leaving your lips. “T-tomioka please…” your hips shamelessly attempted to chase after his retreating fingers. “A little slut like you, doesn’t deserve to get their way. If anything, I gave you too much already. You came once, which was more than I intended to give you. I mean you could barely pump my cock. You should be on your knees making it up to me.”

Giyu seemed to ponder his own words for a moment, a smile creeping up his face. “Better yet…” his hands left your body where you wanted them most, shifting to your shoulders instead. Without another word, he pushed you down, forcing you to your knees. “Get to work, and maybe I’ll think about giving you more.” It was a sight to behold, the smirk on his smug, flushed face had you forgetting about everything else. Giyu watched you for a moment as you tugged the rest of your buttons open, shouldering off your uniform top. Your hands fumbled with the button of his pants, tugging the garment down to his mid thigh and exposing his cock. You were tempted to make another comment about his lack of underwear.

You chose not to, swallowing thickly as you took in his size. If you pleased him enough, you’d get to feel it. You whined, clenching around nothing at the very thought of him being inside of you. “Go ahead.” You were slightly sad he didn’t make a comment about your lack of a binding. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.” He somehow picked up on your disappointment and managed to fix it. You needed no further encouragement, hand wrapping firmly around his base and giving it a few harsh tugs. “Fuck…” his voice was strained, you forced yourself to be a little more gentle. “That’s it, good girl. Just like that.” Giyu cooed, watching you make slow pumps from base to tip. Your other hand came up and wrapped around him as well, both hands covered more ground. And, well, you could tell Giyu liked seeing how big he looked between both of your hands.

“Use your mouth.” You whimpered at the command, opening your mouth slowly and moving your head forward. Your tongue stuck out slowly, ghosting the bottom of his head. One of Giyu’s hands pressed to the wall, supporting his weight as he shifted his hips further. The motion was an attempt to coax you to take more, he was being gentle and giving you a chance. You took his tip into your mouth, tongue lavishing the irritated skin. “There we go…” his other hand came down to grab a fist full of your hair, tugging you harshly to take even more. You forced your jaw to relax, one hand remaining wrapped around his base while you let the other fall to your lap. “There we go, choke on it” He pushed further, nearly half his length was in your mouth.

“Choke on it.” He repeated, mouth parted as he jerked forward. You gagged the moment he hit the back of your throat, eyes watering nearly instantly. It took everything in you to relax your throat, tears slipping down your cheeks as you let him use you. Without much more warning, Giyu began thrusting steadily. He was heavy on your tongue but surprisingly smooth. “I-fuck-” You looked up at him through wet lashes. It was the most you could do to acknowledge him in that moment. The sight only made him move quicker, his orgasm was building in record time. Giyu had absolutely no intentions of holding back, he’d cum when he pleased. He was even tempted to leave you hanging once he got his release, but you looked so pretty with tears streaking your cheeks.

You did your best to stay relaxed, eventually you’d stop flinching when he hit the back of your throat. You could only begin to imagine what this must look like from an outsider's perspective. You could feel your own tears and drool leaking onto your exposed breasts. You were bare from the waist up, he was bare from the waist down. Part of you wished you could see this from an outsider perspective, the picture forming in your head had your throat constricting around him. “Shit.” You didn’t intend to, but the pressure had Giyu’s eyes losing focus. The sight from your view down below was quite encouraging. You tried hollowing your cheeks, eyes focused on his face as his hips stuttered. “Stop t-that.” He gripped your hair tighter than before.

You didn’t, if your mouth wasn’t occupied you would have smirked at him. Instead you swallowed around him, surprised he was keeping his cock buried in your throat instead of pulling out. Maybe he was going to cum just like that, shoot his load straight down your throat and force you to swallow it. You didn’t care that you could barely breathe, the lack of airflow only made your desire grow. Slowly both hands came up to cup his balls, watching in curiosity as his whole body stiffened. Giyu didn’t have the strength to even give a half assed “stop.” Instead he allowed you to continue, he’d get to cum either way. You remembered hearing that men supposedly liked the feeling as long as you were gentle. As annoying as he could be, you didn’t want to hurt him.

It didn’t take much more after that, his legs nearly buckling as his release spurted out of him. You choked slightly, trying to relax your throat again as he came. Whines left his lips at a pitch he would have found embarrassing had he not felt so good. As he came down you realised how flushed his face was. “Fuck.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling his softening cock out of your mouth while shouldering off his haori. “Are you satisfied now?” You watched his eyes roll, fingers easily undoing the buttons of his uniform top. “You are acting really bold for someone covered in their own tears and drool.” The last button was undone, his uniform parted to show his toned torso. Yet he didn’t take it off completely.

“Oh, bite me.” You stood on shaky legs, you half expected the whole exchange to be over. “Where do you think you’re going?” Giyu watched as you reached to put your top back on. “Aren’t we done here?” You suppress a smile, even after all of that you couldn’t give him a break. “No the fuck we aren’t.” You watched him step out of his pants the rest of the way, blue eyes scanning the area to confirm no one was present. “So you’re going to fuck me right here?” His uniform top came off, now he was fully exposed to any wandering eyes. You still clung to some of your dignity with your skirt shielding you. Instead of talking, he stepped closer, making you step back until you were back to square one. Once again you found yourself sandwiched between him and the exterior wall of the butterfly estate.

This time it hurt, bare skin was digging into the rough wood behind you. “I’m not finished with you, we still have some things to discuss.” His bare thigh was easily parting your own again, the pulsing returned, the ache had craving to feel him. “Like what? I thought we went over the fact that I’d willing fuck my self for Shinazugawa…Rengoku…Tengen…” his thigh lifted, pressing directly to your cunt. “Shut up and let me finish.” You we’re hot against his bare skin, his cock was already twitching back to life. “Since you started boring me with how you’d fuck yourself, tell me what you think they are like.” You blinked, not quite understanding. “Tell me how big you think they are, how good you think they’d fuck you compared to me.” For some reason, he seemed to enjoy you making him mad.

“Oh? Who should I start with.” You spread your legs wider for him, one hand braced on the wall behind you while his other reached for your skirt. “Uzui, or should I say, Tengen. Since you two seem to be on a first name basis.” You smiled as he picked up on it, hand flipping your skirt up in the process. “Oh I know Tengen is quite large.” You pretended to not care as he easily pulled your panties down, fully exposing your cunt. You didn’t have that much courage to forgo panties with your skirt so short. “You know?” Two fingers slid between slick folds, bypassing your clit and going straight to your entrance. He was going to try and break your composure again. “Oh of c-course I know.” His fingers slipped in, stretching you. “I talk to his wives all the time, they even invited me to join them once.” His fingers curled inside, ghosting your g-spot.

The hand bracing against the wall slipped away. Instead he wrapped it around his half hard cock, pumping it in time with his fingers thrusting. “Oh? You declined? How come.” Your head fell back, your fingers twitching as you grabbed for his open uniform. “C-cause I didn’t want him to ruin me before I could try the others. A cock like h-his has to be addicting.” Giyu’s fingers curled harshly, a cry leaving your lips as he watched you. He was nearly fully hard again, jaw clenched tight after an answer like that. “What about Rengoku? How do you think he is?” You didn’t get to finish talking about Tengen. “I’m not done talking about Tengen yet, I’ll move onto Kyojuro when I’m ready.” First name, same reaction.

This, however, seemed to break Giyu. His fingers left you abruptly, earning a gasp in response to the empty feeling. “I’ve had just about enough of your smart mouth.” You were stunned, “weren’t you the one that asked for this?” You gasped again as one of your legs was forcefully lifted. “I don’t care anymore.” Maybe he didn’t like it as much as you assumed. Giyu’s hand was gripping firmly under your knee, pushing it back until you nearly cried out in pain. The position was certainly awkward, your knee was nearly hitting the wall. All of this so he had easy access to your cunt. “W-why don’t we try a…” you wanted to suggest a different position. Instead you were cut off by the head of his cock pressing between your folds.

“Shut up and take it.” For once, you did as you were told. His hand guided him in, the dull head of his cock spread your walls open as entered you. “Oh…” the stretch burned due to little prep, but it subsided as quickly as it began. “So, tell me, how about Rengoku?” He was still doing this? Your head felt cloudy, you were absolutely stuffed and the awkward position isn't helping. “K-Kyojuro?” O-oh…he…” Giyu gave you no time to adjust, he was pulling his hips back just to slam forward again. “He-he’s probably a bit… smaller than Tengen…but he knows what he’s doing…” you were nearly tearing his uniform top with how tightly you gripped it. Giyu clicked his tongue, eyes trailing over your face before falling to where he was disappearing inside of you. “You better have something more interesting to say ab-about Shinazugawa.” His voice caught, he was more sensitive than he thought from his previous orgasm.

“I-oh fuck…” your head fell back, breasts bouncing with each thrust. Thinking about Sanemi made you clench tightly around Giyu, he groaned out of annoyance. “Go on, tell me all your fantasies about the bastard.” Your walls were fluttering around him, you could already feel your second release building. “Oh..fuck Shinazugawa…” you chose not to use his first name for the sake of your cervix. “He—he isn’t as big as Tengen either. But he knows how to use every fucking inch…” you held your breath, Giyu may honestly break you for what you were about to say. “I-ah fuck… he is so good in bed…had me screaming for hours.” Giyu’s hips faltered, eyes snapping to meet yours. “What was that?” He buried deep, head pressing to your cervix so harshly you were trying to ease the pressure by standing on your tiptoes.

“He-he had me screaming… oh fuck he was so good. It was…just to relieve some stress…though I wouldn’t mind doing it again….” Giyu’s grip was bruising, the hand he had used to guide himself was now coming up to wrap around your throat. “You fucked, Shinazugawa?” You nodded, eyes half lidded as his grip tightened. “S-sure did.” Giyu’s hips started moving with more vigor this time, a high pitched moan escaping you. Your back was digging further into the wall, you’d certainly feel the ache afterwards. “Why’d you fuck him?” You were clenching harshly, orgasm building up but dangling just out of your reach. “We w-were stressed…and a b-bit drunk…” your hands left his uniform, instead they wrapped around hos wrist. Practically holding the hand around your neck in place. “Hmm, so that’s all it takes to get you in bed.” You let out a harsh laugh as you finally came.

Your walls clenched tightly around him, whole body jerking as Giyu’s hips didn’t slow on pace. Anger was radiating off of him, his thrusts had become so erratic that you were beginning to lose feeling in the leg still planted on the ground. “G-giyu…” your words were slurred, whole body feeling heavy as he chased his own high for a second time. “Shut up.” There was still venom dripping from his tone, the hand on your neck was still tight. Truthfully it felt like it was the only thing really keeping you up. “You are going to take every single drop of this and fucking appreciate it. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even try and fantasize about another man.” You nodded half heartedly, you’d agree to anything so long as he didn’t stop.

A few more thrusts and he was done for, hot seed spilling between your walls. Silence fell over the both of you, faces sweaty and chests heaving. Giyu’s grip loosened slowly, his other hand gently set your leg down. Much to your surprise, he still supported you by wrapping a hand around your waist. You really couldn’t feel your legs. “Let me help.” He muttered softly, guiding the both of you to the ground as he reached for your uniform top. You pushed your skirt back down, not bothering to look for your discarded panties. “We should do this again.” You reached up to shakily button your top, missing Giyu’s presence as he stood to pull his pants up. “I’d rather do it in a more conventional place. Perhaps my bed.” He tried to be nonchalant, but a blush was creeping up his face.

“Out of everything you just did and made me say, that got you to blush?” You 're still sitting on the ground, wondering how long it would take for feeling to return to your limbs. “Shut it, smart mouth.” He was putting his haori back on, the top buttons of his uniform still hung open. “I’ll think about it if you carry me to your bed.” You batted your eyes, a cheeky grin creeping up your cheeks. “That’s a far walk.” He was bending down to scoop you up anyways. “You’ll survive, big boy.” He sighed, shaking his head as he began to walk.

“I shouldn't have called you a good girl. You are nothing but a brat.”

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The light and the dark

Type: series

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Part:6/?

Other parts

Summary: Azriel goes through his first lesson teaching Yn to fly. (This is short sorry I’ve had a lot of family drama going on)

It has been nearly a month since the accident in Hybern and Azriel and I are trudging through the forest, him carrying a bag whilst I am not, still getting used to the feeling of wings. Our shadows and light play together around us. The shadowsinger hadn’t told me our purpose for coming all the way out here but I’m excited- and also a bit nervous to see what it is. Mor nervous now after seeing Feyre, Cassian, and Rhysand’s faces when they were told he was going to start teaching me how to fly today. ;)

We continue to hike through the dense forest until we reach a sort of rock hill- it towers high into the trees and above the ground and before I can even turn back to question the man behind me- I’m shoved off the cliff. Yes you heard me right- This male, whom is in charge of protecting the night court and its citizens (me!) shoved me off the cliff.

I flail as I grapple to the floor, confused and terrified. Some light seems to enjoy the open air, flowing gracefully around me whilst others…well they wrap around me as tight as possible.

I can see the ground nearing..closer…closer closer. ………HOLY SHIT I GIANT ASS BIRD JUST SAVED ME! Oh wait…..no…it’s just Azriel.

As we get to the point we were on the cliff once again I waist no time clambering out of the shadowsinger arms to turn around- “You arrogant, insolent, asshole! You fucking fuck head absolute intolerable shit!” I shove my hands into the males chest but it does little to move or hurt him.

“You done yet? Because I’d like to continue my lesson.”

Pure shock spreads across my face, “your lesson? You threw me off a cliff! A cliff Azriel! A fucking cliff! Are you insa-“ my rant is cut off by the feeling of arms picking me up and then air rushing under me

Threw

Off

The

Cliff

Again

Gods I am starting to despise these wings.

Finally, after more “lessons” and a deeper explanation I am finally able to kind of fly. I am able to glide really- but it’s improvement and that’s what matters.

“So how was it?” Rhysand smirks as we walk into the house of wind for dinner.

“Ask him yourself- his lessons are fucking horrid.” I sigh as I rub my cheek where a bruise forms.

“She actually did better than anyone I’ve taught so far.” Azriel sits down at the table, serving himself some mashed potatoes.

“Hold up- you do this often? Throwing your friends off cliffs?”

“Yes, yes he does.”

“What the hell kind of twisted creature are you?” My light flutters around me, one caressing my cheek and another is caught slithering to Azriel- little traitor.

We all laugh and conversation continues throughout the dinner. I’m so lucky to have met these wonderful people.

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vhygoxo · 2 years

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Pale MoonLight

After your grandfather Atera passes you decide to move in with your grandmother. Since this is your gap year after graduating, you get to decide what you want next, assuming this is a great opportunity. Moving to one of your home reserves you're ready to start your new life. When you finally come back after being distanced for so long secrets and mysteries of the reserve start to unravel.

Paul Lahote x Reader

Chapter 4: Prey

Chapters

1. Homecoming

2. Emissary's

3. Connection

4. Prey

5. Awakening

6. Discovery

I stood paused in my tracks, inhaling fresh air into my lungs, staring up at the sky. I was on my way to Emily's house hiking through trails behind my house. I stood to take a break and take in the view around me.

It wasn't too far a distance from Emily's maybe 20-30 mins on foot. I didn't mind the exercise it takes to hike through this type of area.

In these fields is where I spent most of the time as a kid. Or climbing in the trees wanting to explore as much as I could. Me and Quill with the rest of the kids would play different games together here.

One of the reasons I'm hiking to Emily's, despite enjoying the exercise, is that no one was available to drive me today.

I knew Leah was going to be busy so I didn't bother. I messaged Quill but he wasn't answering. My grandmother had another meeting to attend early this morning so I didn't even get the chance to ask her.

I know Paul offered a ride, we even exchanged phone number's, but I felt hesitant to reach out. As much as I liked him and appreciated his kindness overall he's a stranger. I don't want to impose my self on him too quick.

I felt a bit weary on hiking since the wolf sighting. Last I heard there was a search party for them. Trusting that I'll be safe enough I got myself ready.

I continued on my path already over half way through the trail. I messaged Emily and Kim since they said to meet them there. They know I'm already on my way to them.

Suddenly I could hear branches moving. Not snapping but cracking and crushing sounds yet there was hardly any wind. I tensed up before picking up my pace.

The noise came from above in the trees as it echoed down to me. I didn't want to know or acknowledge anything. So I moved faster and with my eyes forward.

I was trying not to be panicked. Keeping a steady pace as I passed through. I knew where I was and where to go. Reaching a good distance away from the area reassuring my safety.

Suddenly there were voices afar from me loud but muffled. Stopping in my tracks to listen closely. I moved slowly closer but then stopping once I could hear the voices move closer near me.

“See I told you he isn't going to say it anytime soon. He's too stubborn you know how he can get”

“That asshole better say something soon before I or someone else does. She doesn't get to be involved at all which is shitty. We're all in agony for what? It doesn't make any sense—”

I gasped standing frozen as suddenly two figures came forward. It was Quill and Embry standing before me with very little clothing. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“Oh! Hey! Y/N… Long time no see”

“I… uh… Why are you guys out here half naked?”

Embry said to me which made me ask the question. They stood before me with no shirt and barely had shorts on. They shuffled around nervously once I asked.

“We were uh… tryna dive… off the cliff but got chicken!”

“But isn't the edge of the water like… a hike away from here?”

Quill answered nervously making me question them even more. The water is like 15 mins away from Emily's, but that area of water is dangerous to swim in, due to rocks under the water. I squinted at them to examine them further.

As I quickly glanced at their bodies I noticed scars on their chest and arms. Slight scars that looked healed, very faint, but there were many. On Quill alone I could count at least five just by seeing his stomach area. Why would he have scars such as those?

“I was tryna prank Quill by dropping some of his clothes over the edge but I dropped both of ours”

Embry answered as he sounded unsure of himself. I noticed the faint scars on his forearm, and a tattoo, which Quill also shares on the same arm.

They stood there trying to be confident in their state. I decided not to push further since it was so strange. But definitely keeping in mind of what I’ve seen, in my own head I questioned, what are they hiding?

“Okay… To be honest I don't really want to know the real reason…”

I say as I turned to walk past them. Focusing on heading to my destination. I could hear them shuffle behind me as they followed me.

“Where are you headed?”

Quill asked me as the two joined my side. I alone felt cold from the air outside as I shivered slightly. But from what I could see from these two they were perfectly fine. I couldn’t even see any goosebumps or raised hair's on their body.

“Emily's why where are you going”

I said quickly snapping my head away from looking at them. Keeping my head forward as I answered him.

“Us too we'll walk you back”

Quill offered in which I agreed. We continued on our way together, I felt a bit relieved, at least I had them to guide the way. As we talked they avoided bringing up their appearance.

“Why didn't you message me for a ride earlier?”

“Because you didn't even answer me. I called you once and messaged you”

I answered Quill as he glanced over to Embry. By the looks they gave I could tell they understood something I didn't.

“It must've died once I met up with Embry that's my bad”

He explained to me as I nodded my head understanding. I could tell he was lying but I didn’t care too hard. I know he can’t always drive me everywhere when he has his own life.

“Besides it's okay I wanted to come through here. But I was really surprised to come across you guys”

“We uh…usually walk around back here. I live not to far from here as well. Emily's basically the meet up base for all of us”

Embry answered me as we kept walking, I noticed we headed in a different direction than what I was following, I paused confused.

“Don't worry we're almost there”

Quill reassured me as we continued walking. I followed behind them as they took the lead. The path we were taking had a more clean path.

“We’re showing you the short cut for next time”

Embry said as he winked to me with a grin on his face. Smiling quickly at me before I turned my head away surprised. Together we continued to Emily’s keeping with up with small talk. Laughing and telling stories to pass the time.

We arrived at Emily's walking through her driveway to enter the slide screen doors. Noticing there were a few cars in the driveway. I was unsure of who was all here at the moment.

I stepped onto the porch hearing raised voices. A passionate discussion we could over hear making me hesitant to head inside. Before I could even reach the top of the porch everyone inside hushed.

Stepping outside to meet me was Emily, Sam, Paul, and Kim. Greeting me as Emily stepped forward to hug me.

“I’m so glad you could make it. I see you found Quill and Embry on the way”

She said as she looked over my shoulder. Remembering their attire, or should I say lack of, I didn't want to turn around to see it again. Having enough of the uncomfortableness from the long hike.

“Yeah… Guess you could say that”

I answered as we let go of each other. She guided me inside towards the dining area before joining Sam’s side. Walking together as a group to the house.

“Hey, you're pretty brave to just walk in the bush”

Kim greeted me as she came up to me. Joining my side to the door. I smiled sheepishly at her comment.

“Why are you scared of the bush? You were always the one to make us play back there”

“I dunno I guess because I haven't crawled around back there since. Just you and the boys are brave enough now”

I noticed Paul join beside me as he walked with me. This whole time I’ve been trying to ignore his intense stare. I felt my breath hitch slightly as he inched closer to me.

“How come you were walking over here I thought I told you I could pick you up?”

He asked me which made my chest flutter remembering his offer. My cheeks flushed warm as I struggled to answer him without sounding rude. I didn't want to tell him I felt shy about it.

“It's alright I uh… wanted to walk believe it or not”

“Is that right?”

I looked up at him to find him already glancing back down at me. He has such dark intense eyes with thick lashes. A slight smirk on his face that barely lifted the corners of his mouth. I nodded before whipping my head to turn away face flushed.

“Do you usually walk everywhere?”

“Just around where I live in the hills. Quill isn't far from where I live so I usually stick around that area”

I answered him as we reached the dining table. This time he nodded his head in acknowledgement. Before I could reach the chair Paul suddenly pulled it out welcoming me to sit in it. I hesitated but Paul motioned for me to sit again.

“Thanks…”

I replied as I went to sit down not refusing his offer this time. Kim and Emily joined me at the table to sit. Sam and Paul continued to stand near the door.

“Are you girls going to stay here and visit?”

Sam asked the three of us. We all nodded our heads in agreement.

“Enjoy yourselves excuse me and Paul we have to go take care of a few things. We'll join once we're done”

Sam smiled as he put a hand on Emily's shoulder. Giving her a look as they both nodded at each other. Sam stepped out onto the porch to leave. Paul turned away slightly before hesitating.

“Hey are you walking back?”

He asked me suddenly as I looked up at him. I was surprised at his sudden interest. I could see worry on his face while I answered.

“Yeah most likely”

“I can walk you back later. It's gonna get dark by the time you guy's are done and you won't be able to walk through safe”

I could tell by the shift in the room, not only was I surprised at his offer, but so was everyone else. The three of us looked at each other trying to hide the surprised looks on our faces. Again I didn’t want this offer to slip me by.

“OK that sounds good. I'll leave with you once you're ready so let me know”

I told him as he nodded his head in agreement. Satisfied he took off down the steps to join Sam. Kim and Emily looked at me surprised as I smiled bashfully at their reaction. Already busy trying to ignore the warm bubbly feeling in my body.

“What was that?”

Kim asked me as she giggled loudly teasing me. Emily joined in and gushed at me with Kim. I felt a bit embarrassed as they continued to teased me.

“My my Paul has a soft spot”

Emily said to me as she got up to head into the kitchen. I couldn’t help but cover my flushed face from them. Trying to ignore their comments as they feed my delusions of Paul.

“Don’t make it seem that way he’s just being nice”

“Oh please Paul isn’t nice to just anyone”

I tried to explain but Kim interrupted me. I paused to think of what she said, I mean I did hear Paul was mean, well I’m not sure about mean but I remember Quill and Leah warning me of his nature. Supposedly he has a bad temper and can be aggressive.

“She’s right Y\N”

I looked up at Emily as she passed me a drink then one to Kim. I wasn’t sure what to say or how to react. Even I couldn’t figure out why Paul was eager to help me. In my mind I just excuse it as Paul wanting to treat me as Quill’s cousin right.

“Well either way he’s nice to me and I don’t want to think too hard about it. I appreciate it and I’m sure he’s just being nice since I’m Quill’s younger cousin”

“Well shit I’m also Quill's younger cousin and he isn’t always nice to me”

Kim added as she looked at me with a smirk. I sighed defeated after failing to think of the right excuse. They must’ve noticed since they moved on from the subject quickly.

I myself can’t tell what Paul’s true intentions for me were, after all we were still sort of strangers, but I couldn’t help but hope he liked me in some way.

Finally me, Emily, and Kim get to connect better once we were finally alone. Moving on from Paul I got to tell Emily my plans I have now that I’m back home. She was interested in my art and what I plan to do here in La Push. Relaxing together as we waited for Sam and Paul to join us again.

The day turned into evening as the sun shone brightly through the trees. The sun still high in the sky despite it being late. We were still sitting at Emily’s together visiting and enjoying each other.

Suddenly we could hear raised voices once again. From the sound of it was Sam and Paul talking loudly before arguing. Too muffled to figure out what they were saying.

Hearing loud stomps on the porch before Paul opened the screen door. I gasped slightly surprised to see him, he stood before me a bit dishevelled, with his eyebrows furrowed as he panted tiredly.

“Hey just checking in, I’m almost ready to leave, are you ready?”

He asked me in a soft tone, I could tell he was a bit shaken up, but trying to keep his composure. I could only nod my head in agreement as I grabbed my things. Making sure I don’t stall or hold him back.

I looked at Emily and Kim expecting them to look shocked or scared. But they were smiling at me, Kim winked at me, taking me aback.

Paul stood at the door waiting for me. I got up and joined him as I said my goodbyes to the girls. So did Paul before we headed outside.

“Anyways I'll see you girls later”

“Come back tomorrow! You can get Paul to bring you this time”

Emily said suddenly offering Paul's hand. I wasn’t too sure if I was imposing on him. I looked up at him and he smiled with a nod.

“Yeah I can bring you tomorrow if you just message me this time”

He stared down at me waiting for my reaction. I smiled nervously before turning back towards Emily. His eyes were always so intense it was hard for me to handle him some moments.

“Okay well I'll be back tomorrow. Message me if anything changes”

“Night girls”

Me and Paul bid our good byes as we left her house. Walking onto the gravel into the parking lot. I sort of hung behind him instead of at his side.

He suddenly stopped and waited to walk by my side. Motioning for me to lead the way. I followed the clean path Quill and Embry showed me earlier when we came.

As we continued along together I wondered what Sam and Paul were arguing about. They didn't even join us to visit like Sam said they would. They were gone the whole time doing something.

Paul must be upset over something since he wanted to leave right away. I wondered if he was angry or upset right now. He didn't seem to be too upset when he asked me if I was ready…

“So Y/N… how are you liking La Push?”

Paul asked me as he kept his eyes on the ground. I glanced at him caught off guard. Pulling me out of my thoughts and putting my attention back to reality.

“It's… been good to me so far. I'm grateful you guys have been kind to me. Definitely helping me settle in”

“Well Quill said you used to stay here a lot so it isn't a big change is it?”

I shrugged my arms as I figured out what to say. A short pause between us as I struggled. Trying to describe how it feels for me.

“I used to visit all the time more often than I was home. But it changed as time passed. I'm just…glad this place didn't change too much”

“Yeah you're right about that. Not much changes around here”

He laughed slightly still keeping his eyes on the ground. I glanced at him and his features. Paul has such warm toned skin and his jawline prominent. I couldn't help but admire him. This setting felt pretty intimate considering we hardly know each other.

“So when are you going to show me some of your art?”

This time I was surprised he mentioned my art once again. When I looked at him taken a back I didn't realize he would find it amusing. Grinning wide before he focused on the ground again.

“I mean that depends… do you want to see some of my real pieces or just the pictures on my phone?”

I asked him as I grabbed my phone ready to dig up my art photos. He was quiet for a minute before answering.

“One day you'll have to show me in real life. But I think I'll settle for the pictures on your phone for now”

“OK… My art is based upon my identity and experience. Just saying so you understand where I'm coming from”

I explained to him as I searched on my phone. I had a few pictures of canvas paintings I did recently. Passing over my phone to him he glanced at them.

I waited patiently for his reaction. His eyes widened as he stared at the screen. Paul's eyes stayed until he almost tripped on a branch.

“Woah ok I'm gonna have to hold on till we get to your place to look at anymore. But from what I just seen you're really talented”

“Thank you I work hard for my craft”

Paul complimented me as we followed the trail together. I smiled as I put my phone away pleased with his response. Suddenly he pulled out his phone and scrolled.

“I’m not sure if you’re interested but I’m into welding. I make sculptures sometimes if you consider that art”

Turning his phone for me I held it in my hand staring at the picture. It was a welded sculpture made of iron and copper that was abstract but beautiful. Noticing the details I wondered how he even made it.

“This is really good you know? I would totally consider this art. I can’t believe you can weld something like this”

He smiled as I passed the phone back sheepishly. I was amazed that he was creative and artistic. I wasn’t sure what he did for a living but it’s cool to know he can weld. Wondering what else he is capable of.

“It’s not much but it’s something I enjoy”

“One of these days you’ll have to show me your art”

I said as he looked at me, I smiled at him, he did in return. That same warm feeling washed over me when I first met him. The comforting feeling of being basked in golden sunlight.

“After you show me yours”

He said with the same smile decorated on his face. It soon began to get dark outside and in the trees here it gets dark fast. We still had sunlight but it was getting dimmer by the minute. I would’ve felt scared if I came back alone.

The rest of the way we continued on with brief small talk. At this point Paul was leading the way. Again I didn’t mind I was just glad he was with me at the moment. Similar when I was with Quill and Embry Paul was leading me to an unfamiliar path.

Paul walked ahead of me confidently guiding the way. I slowed my stops as I took in my surroundings. Wondering how he knew this path but I somehow didn’t.

"Hey"

I called out to Paul as I stopped in my tracks, cutting off the conversation, he turned to look at me. Giving confused looks to each other.

“Where are we even headed?”

“Your place aren’t we?”

Paul said as he sort of laughed at me. I knew we were close but we were on a different trail. Which made me weary of where we were heading.

“Don’t worry Y\N this is still leading to your place. A short cut”

“How do you already know where I live?…”

“Huh?”

We both looked each other puzzled by one another. I stared at him for an answer but he stood waiting for me to clarify. Again I hesitated to ask him.

“It’s just… I never said where I lived or who I lived with. But you knew to come here before I said anything? Did Emily tell you where to go?”

Paul furrowed his eyebrows in thought standing in front of me. I felt confused as I stood waiting for an answer.

“Look, everyone here knows you and your family, especially your grandmother. I’m close with Quill too remember?…Everyone here knows where everyone lives…And yes Emily told me where to go so I wasn’t too lost”

After his explanation I felt relieved again. Understanding where he's coming from. After all since my grandmother is on council we do garner a lot of attention.

“Besides this way leads to Embry's… Did I freak you out?”

He asked me with concern in his face as we stood in the yard of my place. Shaking my head in disagreement his expression relaxed.

“No it’s not that it’s just I thought I would’ve had to give directions. My house in literally just in a field so…”

“All of our houses are in fields around here”

He said laughing, I joined in, although nervous as I took note of our closeness. We reached my house finally and I felt relieved. Paul continued with me walking me up to the door.

Standing in front of me he was tall and broad. The slight rain made his hair damp and his shirt cling to his skin. My heart beat rising as I couldn’t help but notice how close and personal we were.

“Tomorrow message me, we’ll go over to Emily’s together, okay?”

He said with his eyes gazing down on me through his thick lashes. His warm toned skin looked nice under the moonlight. I looked up at him to meet with his intense stare.

“Okay…”

I replied as I smiled up at him holding eye contact. As I went to open the door Paul backed up to the steps. Watching me enter inside safely.

“Let me know if you want to walk or to pick you up in my car. I’ll meet you here if you want to walk”

“Sounds good… Goodnight Paul thanks for walking me home”

“Anytime Y\N. Goodnight”

With that Paul stepped onto the gravel back into the treeline. As he headed home I couldn’t help but feel elated. Giddy and excited by Paul’s kindness and service towards me.

I couldn't help but think of when Emily and Kim said I might be his soft spot. Hoping they were right about it.

I spent the rest of the night with my mind filled with Paul. Reminiscing over our interactions together so far. From his kindness to the sincerity in his actions.

I laid in bed anxious and excited, wanting tomorrow to come faster, hoping to dream of him so I wouldn’t have to wait too long.

Getting ready in the morning for the afternoon I was excited. I made sure of what I was going to wear for clothes and on my face. Taking time and effort to perfect my look.

I didn’t want to be too perfect since I planned on walking over to Emily’s again. With the rain and wind it might mess with my look.

Nonetheless I wanted to look and feel good today. Especially if my day was going to be spent with Paul together.

Once I was ready I messaged Paul to let him know I’ll be walking over. He replied saying he was going to head over to my place to meet me.

I felt impatient today so I decided it would be best to meet half way. I told him where I wanted to meet, at the half way point between Emily's, where the open clearing is.

He understood and said he would meet me there. It was a short enough distance for me to go alone. I continued on my path elated to know Paul would be with me soon.

After yesterday and our walk together I felt more comfortable around him. I really enjoyed our time together and I wondered if he did as well.

The sun shone through the trees but at the floor there was enough shade. It was truly a nice day to walk. The air was cool as it breezed through. Filled with joy as I continued on my route.

Suddenly I could hear the trees shifting. Again they weren't breaking but I could hear them creak as they bent. It sounded so high in the trees. Surely it was just the wind, right?

Keeping my pace I noticed the creaking stopped. As it did an eerie silence fell over the forest.

The bird's melodic singing stopped. There was no bugs either yet they pestered me the whole way here. It was so silent and still I couldn’t help but tense up. I waited in utter silence trying to observe my surroundings.

“Well don't you smell nice?”

A woman said softly behind me scaring me to my core. I turned around, as fast as I did, she suddenly grabbed my neck holding me in the air.

“Even though you're one of those mutts you'll have to do for now…”

Choking for air I clasped at her cold hands. They were so icy cold it almost felt like it was burning me. When I hit her arms it sounded like delicate porcelain. All I could see was her red curly hair with how fast she moved.

In this very brief moment of panic I realized this wasn't a human attacking me. She was something more dark and fierce than I could ever imagine. Something unnatural as she tightened the grip on my throat.

Feeling the life slip out of me my eyesight darkened. Everything blurred around me as I felt myself throwing weaker and weaker punches. I kept staring into her eyes and they were so black no light could give them shine.

Quick as she grabbed me she twisted me closer. Craning my neck open I could feel her claw my shirt collar. Everything was moving so fast I knew even I was powerless against her.

I could hear the woman shriek loudly. The woman tossed me down to the floor where I stayed. I wanted to run and get up but my body was limp.

Looking up to see why she threw me I could see a huge gray wolf biting her shoulder. They were in a frenzy fighting and throwing each other. The woman was jumping unbelievable heights while smiling.

Was I about to die here? It certainly felt like it, I didn't feel no fear, I couldn't feel much actually as I felt my vision blacken.

Closing my eyes fully all I could think and feel was that warm golden sunlight. Shining down to warm me up from the cold floor. Serenity fills me as my consciousness slipped away.

I apologize for the delay on this chapter. I've been busy travelling so I uploaded this late. This is an extra long chapter until I can upload the next one. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! This is truly just the beginning of our story! So stay tuned for more content.

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the woman is the king, part 9

summary: a throughline of the matriarchal scullys; be they ethereal, sharp-witted, and ill-omened.

part 1: melissa / part 2: dana / part 3: emily / part 4: scully / part 5: samantha (the interlude) / part 6: them / part 7: maggie / part 8: maggie, part 2

part 9: maggie, part 3

read on ao3

@today-in-fic

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A scenic walking trail and two pairs of thrift store hiking boots blossoms into their first mutual hobby. Scully sees the benefit of a daily exercise regimen. She still acknowledges the possibility she just appreciates his display of athleticism in cut-off running shorts.

Mulder breaks into a vigorous run with her on his back. She squeals his name, tightening her grip around his neck. A scraped-up knee may be an indication of her skill level; she encircles his waist with her uninjured leg.

While Mulder unlocks the door, Scully rests her cheek between his shoulder blades, and allows him to deposit her on the kitchen counter. It is nothing more than a completely superficial surface scrape; it barely requires a bandage. He still gives it a thorough cleaning with cool water and flashes her small smiles of reassurance.

He dusts his hands together, admiring his work. “My hero,” she praises him. She wraps her arms around his neck to meet his lips. She discovered within three days of their arrival that his earlier jest to defile this place was wholly serious.

She cannot actually complain about his voraciousness. She endured the same unending dry spell he did. While quickly rectified upon reuniting, Scully nor Mulder could deny an ever-present fear of federal agents barging through the door. Not exactly an aid for soul-stirring romance.

“I have things to do, Mulder,” she mumbles between kisses with her hands cupped over his jaw. He grumbles his disbelief that anything else could be so pressing. “We’re almost out of clean clothes...it takes forever to do everything by hand...”

“You’ve been injured,” he purrs. He masterfully tongues a hypersensitive nerve underneath her ear; she melts into the cabinets. His mouth momentarily unoccupied, he continues, “Gotta kiss it. Make it better.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Her intention to play along becomes very clear. He nods at her dreamily and drops to a kneel at her feet. She forgets about her knee instantly.

Scully values knowledge; even what she was never supposed to be privy to. She was always the first of her siblings to know, or care, when they would be moving. What she and Mulder are doing now is actually quite familiar to her. Their continued Washington arrangement reminds her of re-upping.

A few weeks of highly secure recuperation becomes a little over two months. She knows nothing about the owner of the cabin. He possesses an apparent hospitality. If it’s a him, that is.

Her reaction to an empty bed is slightly less volatile; her heart still skips a beat. Mulder is usually making her a morning cup of coffee or stretching for an early walk. Scully hears a distinct combination of typing and whispers that signal a covert appointment. He never includes her; they agree it is best for only one of them to be implicated in something legally grey.

Mulder appears from nowhere. A suspicious, “Hi, honey,” interrupts a bite of buttered toast. Her eyebrows raise during a sip of coffee.

“Hi,” she responds slowly. She sets her mug down; Mulder pulls out a chair to sit. She finds his fidgeting disconcerting. With obviousness, she states, “You’re being weird, Mulder.”

“Listen...” he starts, still shifting uneasily. “Every few years, the feds start poking around in the interconnected groups. My contacts are being targeted with false DEA claims.”

Scully attempts to dispel any thoughts that may send her into a deep, premature sense of despondency. Maybe there’s hope. Her “there’s no drug activity here” lacks confidence. Mulder’s ballpark figure gives them three days to relocate.

“Oh, Mulder,” she sighs.

Their sense of normalcy was bound to implode eventually. She and Mulder were never meant to stay here. An inability to put down roots feels equally familiar and unfair.

Mulder leans forward and outstretches his arm across the table, laying his hand over hers. The silence lasts for ages.

All of their worldly goods are packed by the early evening. Scully attempts to categorize their possessions with careful organization; Mulder’s haphazard stuffing of items into their bags illustrates a race against the clock he refuses to fully acknowledge. She stills his hand with hers.

“It’ll only be two weeks,” Mulder promises, returning from lost thoughts. Harder timelines come with their next destination in central California. He continues, “Then we can reevaluate.”

She tries to camouflage the shattering of her fragile laxity at the possibility of a brush with a federal agency. Mulder’s concern lies with their relocation. He sees handling investigators as a non-issue. She reminds him, “We wouldn’t be able to come back here.”

“Somewhere similar.”

Scully answers with a squeeze to his hand and a small smile; she cannot fully muster a verbal vote of confidence quite yet. She knows Mulder is trying. Their decision not to discuss the grey noticeably weighs on him.

“We could use some sandwiches for the car,” she gently suggests.

“Good thinkin’, Doc,” he agrees.

She regrets volunteering to load the car while Mulder slaps together the remaining contents of the fridge between slices of bread. Scully can spot a government-issued sedan anywhere; it idles at the end of the driveway.

She glances to the open screen door. She has no time to swap before a rumbling engine closes in. Young agents present their badges and assume she owns the property.

“Oh, no, I wish,” Scully responds on a laugh; she prays her lips don’t tremble as she smiles warmly. “My husband rented through a travel agency. It’s our first little getaway since we had our son. I might have our travel agent’s phone number...”

“That won’t be necessary,” the second agent interrupts. “Thank you for your time.”

Her unrelenting nightmares culminate in an exchange that barely lasts two minutes; the cognizance comes in all at once. She wants to throw a God-cursing tantrum, and when she opens her mouth to scream, her lungs will not allow it.

Mulder materializes with car sandwiches and the last of their identifying items. Her hands shake violently as she slams the trunk.

Despite its true inconsequentialism, Scully tells Mulder a tale of abject horror, and has unsure expectations for his reaction. He steps forward, and lifts his hands to hold her face, and uses his fingers to brush her hair behind her ears. He speaks with unfamiliar firmness, “It was all true, Scully.”

Instantly dumbfounded by the lack of stress-induced incompetence and unhinged rage, Scully sees Mulder’s attempt to persuade her toward a grey half-truth. If she can convince herself to believe it, then it is true.

She watches him through an upturned gaze and wonders what he had to believe to survive on his own. His protectiveness of her often blinds his outward actionability. He decides to make some calls.

Somewhere near the border between Washington and Oregon, her state of excitement drops, and it knocks her out cold. Unconsciousness masks her ability to speculate on their final destination. She dreams of freedom.

Mulder is slurping the remnants of a gas station soda when she awakes; the straw looks mangled and cracked when he sets it in the cupholder. His head snaps toward her when she steals the cup, removing the lid and chugging the remaining liquid.

“It’s not diet,” he informs her with a twinge of guilt. A burst of real sugar gives her an oddly good feeling on her dry throat and she shakes her with a lack of concern. She deduces his mood is completely removed from depriving her of aspartame.

“What’s wrong?” Aside from everything, she thinks.

With a few beats of silence, he shifts out of gear in the parking lot of a little roadside diner. His hands flop into his lap. “I haven’t been telling you the truth,” he admits.

More often, Scully’s mind will catastrophize in a comparatively normal way. She briefly thinks he is cheating; which is completely improbable when they spend every moment together. Plus, it’s Mulder.

Her mouth opens to respond, but he cuts her off with, “I think you just need to see,” and unbuckles his seatbelt. She follows him out of the car and eyes him skeptically as he holds the door for her. She feels his presence at her back; her eyes scan the room.

And in a far-corner booth, hands folded as if in prayer, is her mother.

#x files #xf fic #msr #fox mulder #dana scully #i realize i haven't added anything to this in a year #and what a year it's BEEN #but i'm inspired to pick up writing again

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blueberry-lemon · 8 months

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You've probably seen this image. I've seen it many times. I have mixed feelings about it.

It's a funny image, and represents a good cause. It's usually posted by people who want to support fairer working conditions for game developers, and want to show support for smaller titles.

It's usually posted in contrast to something like Cyberpunk 2077, Watch Dogs: Legion, The Last of Us: Part II, or God of War: Ragnarok.

There's a part of me that cringes every time I see it, though. I imagine there may be other game developers who feel similarly.

I think the reflexive cringe comes from the phrase "shorter games with worse graphics." People being paid more to work less sounds great, tbh, and barring any sort of production pipeline blocking, I think most devs would be into that.

These are the thoughts that fly through my mind when I hear people say "I want shorter games with worse graphics."

Short compared to what?

Shorter than Elden Ring? Shorter than Hollow Knight? Short like Venba? Short like Celeste? How short could a AAA game be before, even despite posting this phrase, you'd find it unsatisfying or incomplete? How short could an indie game be before you don't consider it a "real game"? Games can be anything from Ulysses to a haiku, but it rarely seems like people are talking about the haiku style of games.

What does "worse graphics" mean?

I just can't imagine a world where "worse graphics" could possibly correlate to Hi-Fi Rush, Undertale, Hollow Knight, Bomb Rush Cyberfunk, Celeste, Mario Odyssey, Wind Waker, A Short Hike, or Hades. Even though those are the types of games that I often see people use this meme in support of. Those games have incredible art that talented artists worked really really hard on. It feels like a bit of a sting to associate those beautiful games with the term "worse graphics." That phrasing, sadly, implies that photorealism is the bar by which all other games are compared.

Forever Games

Where do replayable games, like roguelikes, tycoons, crafting games, and farming sims land on the realm of "shorter games"? They're not inherently any shorter than a big AAA game, and they're designed to be replayable and to suck your time in. That can be great, but it also might be a treadmill that is not inherently any more honorable than a game trying to tell a linear story.

Are you really "not kidding"?

This meme has a very confident, smug energy and I think that tone invites this question: Do you REALLY want shorter games with worse graphics? I know this is going to depend on the individual lives of each human being who's ever reposted this meme, and it can never be truly answered, but it really begs the question of whether or not people REALLY DO WANT "shorter games with worse graphics." Because let me tell ya, there's a lot of shorter games with worse graphics right now and they ain't selling very well. Check the Steam reviews. Ask devs how many copies they sell on itch. There are many devs out there who make shorter games with worse graphics and no matter how many times people post this phrase, people don't seem to flock over to support those projects. And that sinking feeling of "oh, these folks don't mean the games that my friends and I post regularly on itch, they mean Hi-Fi Rush and Wind Waker" is a little bit demotivating, given the gusto with which this meme is posted. There are people whose whole careers hinge on the hope that there's an audience out there that wants "shorter games with worse graphics" and there doesn't seem to be an actual sea change that's helping those projects out. There is a treasure trove of games out on itch that you can play in between hyped releases, but most people's playing habits don't seem to shift.

Lastly...

...there are thousands of devs out there who work hard, collaborating with other devs and artists, to make their games the best they can be. Devs work hard to bring their artistic vision to God of War: Ragnarok or to Bomb Rush Cyberfunk or to experimental indies with intentionally-ragged art styles. Everyone is putting their heart into their art to make something that will connect with the player. Sometimes, this can be pulled off by 1 or 2 people. Sometimes, this will require hiring more onto the team. It's slightly dissonant to see people say they want to see "worse graphics" when you're trying to get a job in texturing or particle effects and want to deliver something your team is trying to push a boundary on. This is true in both small projects and big projects. Artists are putting their stamp on Horizon Forbidden West just as much as they're putting their stamp on Venba. There are artists looking for work in the indie space who want to make better and more beautiful "graphics."

Anyway, no disrespect to people who post this meme. I understand that it's a show of support and solidarity. I understand that it's just a joke. I know that it's not a big deal.

But I'd be lying if I said that these mixed feelings didn't flash through my mind every time I saw this hedgehog. Figured I would share them.

#gaming #indie games #game dev #gamedev #indie dev #i want shorter games with worse graphics made by people who are paid more to work less and i'm not kidding #game discourse #blogofkylelab

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1, 16, 20, 25! + any one of your choosing

1: what is your nickname?

i dont have any based on my name since its already v short but ive had internet folks call me pinecones or piney and i like those!

16: what do you think makes you attractive?

i think physically my eyes are my best feature but if were talking personality uhh i guess ive got a solid sense of humor?

20: whats a totally random and useless fact that you know?

every piece of knowledge ive ever had just abandoned me lol. if you feel like youre going to sneeze you can stop it by touching the tip of your tongue to the roof of your mouth a few times, like if you were saying la la la (i think i was told youre supposed to say "pineapple" but its the tongue thing thats the actually effective part)

25: do you/have you played any sports?

oh man. i did gymnastics for a bit when i was like four. tried ballet when i was seven but eventually decided to pursue piano instead (my mom had my sister and i try both for a year and then pick one to stick with). i also was on a soccer team at some point, maybe in first grade? i actually dont remember it at all but i vaguely remember looking at the team photos. also i remember the high socks lol. and then i briefly did softball in middle school because my childhood best friend had picked it up the year before and i wanted to fit in. im very asthmatic though so most if not all of these Did Not Go Well lol

and for the bonus one ill go with 19: a time that you told a lie

first off some important context for this is that i was raised mormon and every summer the church would have all the girls ages 13-17 go camping for like a week. they do hikes and crafts and devotionals etc. i think its all standard church camp type stuff.

so the first year i went they had the younger girls go on a short hike while the older ones went on a longer one. when we got back, a couple friends and i were curious about the longer hike so we decided to check the trail out during free time. we kept walking for quite a while. idk how long it was but we knew wed been gone long enough that people would have noticed we were missing. if i had to guess id say maybe an hour or so idk. anyway we got to a point where the path started to trail off and disappear so we decided to stop for a bit and then work our way back. we were in a pretty big meadow but there were some trees partway down a hill and one of my friends went down there to pee and carved some initials on a tree. i think she said she carved something for me and my crush at the time but i never saw it lol.

anyway eventually we started to head back and at some point we realized we were probably gonna get in trouble for disappearing. i was really worried about it but one of the girls was like "no dont worry about it ill take the blame" and suggested that we tell everyone that she had seen a deer and followed it and then the other girl and i went after her because we didnt want her to get lost in the woods alone.

about halfway back to camp we started hearing people calling our names. we kinda figured there might be some people looking for us but what we werent expecting was that they were men. remember, this is Girls Camp. usually the bishop would show up for a day or two but other than there werent any guys up there. turned out the bishop showed up while we were gone and some other guys whod driven up with him to drop off some food offered to help him look for us.

eventually the search party found us and we all stuck to our story when they asked us what had happened. i think we also said that initially wed been lost and really scared but then we said a prayer and just like that we found a path! and thats why they found us on a trail even though wed supposedly run off into the woods at random. it was very dramatic and spiritual. and also complete bullshit.

so we finally get back to camp and the leaders are all fretting over us. the girl who "followed the deer" did get a lecture about not chasing wild animals because they could be dangerous but that was about it. no big repurcussions.

that night we had a devotional, which is basically just the whole group sitting around the campfire and telling stories about when they felt the holy spirit or whatever. usually the leaders will start off by reading some scriptures or a talk from some church official and then theyll turn it over to the kids to talk about their experiences. in the middle of this, a deer wandered into the clearing near our camp. some of the girls pointed it out because cool, a deer. but the moment the three of us saw it, my friend who had supposedly followed a deer into the woods earlier that same day jumped up and shouted "thats the deer!"

for some reason everyone, including the adults, took it at face value that this random deer in the woods must be the exact same one wed supposedly seen earlier that day and also that it was some sort of sign that god had been looking out for us while we were "lost"

looking back on it now it doesnt really seem like a big lie but it felt like a huge deal at the time because we lied to The Bishop. for a long time i considered this to be the worst thing id ever done. we never came clean to anyone whod been there at the time and i dont think i even told my mom the real story until like a decade later lol

that story ended up being way longer than i thought it would be lol (ive told it before but never written the whole thing out so the word count is surprising) but its probably the most exciting lie ive got. the alternative stories are mostly like "i was super depressed but didnt think that would be considered a valid reason to bail on something so i said i had a migraine" so i think it was the best option despite the length. also its been a while since i thought about this and it made me nostalgic so yay

thanks for asking!! i had a lot of fun answering these (you can tell by how long this post ended up being lol)

#answered asks #thegoliathbeetle

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