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Do they fuck or do they make love?
Headcanons with no specific AU! Mainly character x reader but it ended up implying character x character ships too in sime characters. I wrote this headcanons and when I was reading them to my boyfriend (who is my only beta reader) he started giving his opinions about them and I found his comments absolutely hilarious so I decided to include them! 🤣 First go my headcanons about the character and then my boyfriend's comments indented. Some of them are unhinged 🤣
Venti: Depends on the partner and the situation. He adores making delicate love to you but he's always up for a quickie in the middle of the house, the forest, anywhere and anytime you're willing. And oh Archons, is he intense when he does any of the two! He likes sex to be THE experience, and he tends to be over the top when it comes to it. Also an uncontrollable moaning machine.
Bf: Nah, he fucks. All the time. Cuz he is drunk all the time. We all know his only love is alcohol. I agree on the moaning machine part though, he is loud and doesn't care if others hear.
Diluc: Makes love. He has no time for sex if it's not with the love of his life. Doing it with him is a ceremony to remember. Expect long sessions full of kisses, heartwarming confessions, and body worshipping.
Bf: Accurate. Total gentleman. He only makes love. And possibly the first time you do it he will propose to you the morning after.
Childe: Fucks. He is all in for the adrenaline and pleasure in life, whether it's battle or it's lust. He wants to dive in and feel as much as he can,the more intense and dangerous, the better.
Bf: A fucking degenerate. He loves violence and competition and if he doesn't get it in sex then he's not interested. More of a masochist than a sadist, don't be surprised if you fight him and he ends up insinuating sexually to you. Especially if you're winning the fight. He wants to get beaten up. To sum up, he has a very weird way of "making love"...
Xiao: Makes love. To him, it's something sacred that should be shared with the people you love and respect the most. Will worship every inch of your body and be desperate to convey his feelings to you. Will focus completely on your pleasure, so make sure to calm him down and reward him a bit too!
Bf: Turbo virgin who self cock blocks all the time. He is always afraid: of hurting you, of making you uncomfortable, of saying something wrong, of looking at the wrong place...If you moan he asks you if you're okay. He gets soft all the time because he is afraid of hurting you. He has suicidal thoughts half the encounter. But yeah he makes love.
Albedo: Who knows, really. He's still studying what's the difference between the two. And he sure is doing an experiment and carefully studying it when he has sex with you. To be perfectly clear, he loves you, but this whole thing about sex and human relationships is new to him so he's trying to understand all these new feelings.
Bf: "Making love? Fucking? What is that? I'm the chalkman." Doesnt have a dick and if he had, he is not interested in human relationships at all. But if you manage to fuck him he would be writing down notes about it the whole time.
Scaramouche: Fucks because he thinks giving in to love will make him weak.💔
Bf: Fucks and he only thinks about his mommy issues while doing it. He only fucks to dissociate. And if you treat him with basic human kindness he will start seeing you as a maternal figure so be careful.
Wanderer: Now understands that lying about his feelings is the true form of weakness and doesn't want to waste a single more second of life, he makes love to you making sure he makes crystal clear how he feels about you: in the most explicit, toe-curling, fluid dropping way he can. If you like it hard, prepare to be smacked until you can't sit the following day.
Bf: He's gone to therapy so the mommy issues are better but he's still annoying af. He plays hard to get and pretends not to be committed but the truth is he's just being tsundere and hiding the fact that he is eating from the palm of your hand.
Kazuha: Makes the finest comfiest love in the world. Fucks like a horndog when he's drunk or high but won't stop telling you how crazily he loves you while doing it.
Bf: He is high af the vast majority of the time and during sex, it's no exception. If you manage to fuck him sober he will be the super reflexive and emotional type that cries during sex. But he fucks you lovely but won't make love to you, he only makes love with the love of his life Tomo, the rest of you are his cattle. He's a super friendly guy so after sex he will share his weed with you.
Gorou: He's a gentleman who wants to become good at making love but is extremely shy and gets flustered easily so he fucks sloppily. An adorable sight to behold!
Bf: I agree he is a little gentleman.
Tighnari: Makes love. Except when he's in heat. Then you have to be prepared if you wanna handle him.
Bf: another stoner. He would experiments with aphrodisiacs all the time, makimg them into weird salts or sth.
Cyno: Very similar to his jokes. He's completely sure he's giving his best at making love to you or Tighnari and showing you his devotion, but his poker face, stoic manners, and scary appearance make him look like he's angry fucking you. He doesn't get what he's doing wrong and doesn't do it on purpose. But it doesn't matter since you know him very well and not only are you used to his antics but you also have become sensitive to his very subtle changes of expression.
Bf: He can't help bit to tell bad jokes when he fucks. Self cockblocks himself all the time: either he goes soft in the middle of the act because he's laughing at his own jokes or he makes so cringy jokes that his partner gets uncomfortable and leaves. He can't help it, if he doesn't get them our he will explode.
Itto: Fucks wildly but it's his way of making love. He is just too brute to control the size and strength of his body, especially when he is under the effect of the feral feelings he has for you.
He loves you so much he can't help but to pick you up like you're a potato sack and swirl you in the air like you are a rag doll and take you with him everywhere. When he hugs you he leaves you breathless, when he kisses you he leaves you all sloppy and when he fucks you…well he leaves you sore for weeks but let's say it's totally worth it!
Bf: totally disagree! It would be so hard to fuck him, he would be clueless and friend zone or family zone you all the time. If you tell him you wanna be more than friends he would say "Superfriends??" With the biggest smile. And if you manage to fuck him he would be super careful, he knows he is a brute and is scared of hurting you.
Thoma: Makes super lovey-dovey love. Always double-checks if you're comfortable and enjoying the experience. Knowing he's making you feel good makes him glad and arouses him so don't be shy and tell him if he's doing it well!
Bf: nononono, absolutely wrong, you're blinded by his looks. He is a degenerate masochist and he only fucks Ayato. They have this weird dynamic where he literally acts as his dog.
Ayato: Another one who depends on the partner and situation. Honestly, he's so overworked that he desperately needs a good fuck. Ok maybe many of them. But not only he doesn't have the time, but also he can't be seen sleeping around due to his political position, so probably he'll only get to have sex when he finally finds the person he wants to marry. He hopes to be able to marry someone he actually loves instead of marrying for political reasons. So if you're the lucky one, expect heated sessions of lovemaking from this touch-starved man! Also, he'll love you but that doesn't mean he's gonna stop being a merciless tease 👀
Bf: Degenerate sadist who only has eyes for Thoma and makes him go through so much weird stuff they don't even remember what is to have normal sex. Tying him up and putting him on a leash is the most normal thing out of what they do.
Kaeya: Fucks. He lives for the spectacle and the mystique of it. Also, he's super popular around Mondstadt and wherever he goes so he sleeps around a lot. He has tons of admirers from both sexes and he makes sure to reward their love and devotion. He knows exactly how to please people, how to exacerbate his natural beauty and how to leave them crazy for him. He's simply so erotically natured. Probably the most experienced guy you know in the field.
Bf: Agree. Turbo slut. No more comments needed. If he manages to open his heart he can be sensitive. But that only happened once and it was with his own reflection in a mirror.
Heizou: Fucks lovingly 💕 He loves teasing and making his partner flustered. People and relationships are simply so fun and fascinating to him. And when he gets to be sexually intimate with someone it's even better! If you end up involved with him, be prepared to be taken to your limits.
Bf: Another degenerate. Probably makes you pretend you're a criminal to chase you around town. Pretty sadistic and I can imagine him having yandere tendencies. A cool guy though. When he is not horny.
Al Haitam: Zero interested in the matter. Until he met you. He is learning everything from scratch and even though he's always been a fast learner in everything, this subject is particularly hard since he needs to stop rationalizing and let his feelings take control for once. But his feelings for you are pretty intense, so little by little he is learning how to make love to you 💚
Bf: I imagine him as a turbo aspirator 3000. He would suck your soul out of your genitals. If you manage him to make him interested in sex, which is highly unlikely because he is like 0 interested in any kind of human contact. I picture him having sex with Kaveh and Kaveh would be a pillow princess and Haitham despite being the kind of guy who always sits down and just reads books he would be restless in bed, doing all the job and moving him around.
Kaveh: Another sweet-sweet love guy! He'll make sure to treat you like a princess and spoil you rotten in and out of the bedroom. He'll do the corniest expressions of chivalry but please bear with him, it genuinely comes from his heart. But if you want to see a more sloppy and wrecked side of him, you can always seduce him after he goes to the bar…
Bf: Sassy pillow princess. Or prince? Idk how to say it. He doesn't do anything but he will be all the time criticizing or praising what you do like a talent show judge. "Come on? Is it the first time you suck a cock or what?" You can imagine this kind of behavior is what infuriates Al Haitham and motivates him to go feral and fuck him around the whole house until he shuts the fuck up.
BONUS: This is an old draft but now that Neuvillete and Wriostheley are out, we couldn't let them out! So for this, we are interchanging roles, my bf will give you his headcanons and I will comment!
Bf: I'm 100% sure both Neuvie and Wriot are completely opposite in bed from their personalities in public. Our chivalrous and calm Neuvie is a pasional beast in bed. He is unsatiable, he is a dragon after all. Gives me the same vibes as Zhong Li who acts super calm but when fucking Childe he destroys 3 hotel rooms every night (exactly the type Childe loves. He got a crush on him when he struck him down at Fontaine's court. I'm sure Zhong Li will get jealous when he finds out and we will have some dragon drama going on) Back to Neuvie, he is super feral but he doesn't fuck, he makes love. It's his draconic way of making love. He is also very emotional and if he likes you, after having sex and having calmed down, he will open his wallet and start showing you the pictures of his 300 Melusine daughters and tell you their names and each of their jobs. He is a very proud dad.
Wriothesley loves you from a distance. While you fuck he is super sweet and loving, but during everyday life, he sucks at showing his feelings. He reminds me of the dad of Komi San, super silent but full of love. He communicates through glances (like a dog). Everyone thinks he is a bad boy but he's a super sentimental guy (won't admit it though) If you give him a gift he will treasure it forever and if someone breaks it or steals it from him he will beat them up.
One of his phrases would be "If something happens to my schmoochpsiepups I will kill everyone in Teyvat and then myself," and when he messes up with you for being unable to show his emotions he goes to a karaoke and sings "Baka Mitai" all depressed. He has 0 emotional intelligence and would go there often, crying "Oh, I wanted to tell Y/N how much I love them before they went away and I just groaned 'hmmm' AGAIN 😭😭".
YET ANOTHER BONUS: If Neuvillete and Wriothesley were in a romantic relationship, I'm sure Neuvie would tell him about all of his Melusine daughters. Wriot would act all cold and as if he didn't care but in fact he remembers all their names and thinks about them as his adoptive daughters. Don't be surprised if you walk down the street and see a Melusine falling down and he rescues her and goes to buy her an ice cream cone. He is a proud dad too.
Me: I have no comments. I agree with everything. And Wriot singing Baka Mitai would be amazing, he has the voice of Jotaro and Erwin after all.
FINAL THOUGHTS: Wow this post was longer than intended. AND ONLY NOW I realize we left Lyney and Zhong Li out. I guess bc to me Lyney is kinda teen coded? I feel like they wasted so much husband material making him look so young. I've seen the fandom drawing him as an adult and he looks so hansome. And both my bf and I rambled about Zhong Li but we forgot to include an entry for him 😂 He says it's ok because he's tied to Tartaglia and we spoke about him in Tartaglia's section 😂 God we are a disaster. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the post, whether you found the headcanons hot or my bf's comments funny. He is scared of getting cancelled though 😂
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin smut#genshin x you#genshin fanfic#genshin headcanons#scaramouche smut#diluc smut#diluc x reader#scara x reader#albedo x reader#xiao x reader#wanderer x reader#childe x reader#childe smut#neuvillete x reader#gorou smut#gorou x reader#heizou x reader#venti x reader#venti smut#tighnari smut
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Touch: No Hands Part 2 (m)
idol!Jisung x slightly older fem!reader
genre: smut, romance
warnings: he's gonna put her in a headlock, okay?, overstimulation, dirty talk, choking, face slapping, spit play, kitchen sex, breeding kink kinda but not heavy
word count: 1.4k
author's note: stfu t(-_-t)
pt. 1
Sungie: NOONA!!! 2 HOURS!! Get those lips ready because I can't wait for the smoochies!!
Y/n: Counting the minutes! Are you sure you don't want me to come pick you up at the airport?
Sungie: I ain't no baby 😗
A chill rushes from the top of your head all the way to the soles of your feet and text back:
Y/n: Sure… sure
Sungie: Love you peach. I'll see you soon 💕
That night on the phone was the last time you came. You had promised Jisung you'd save your pleasure for him. Sharing pictures back and forth have had you both flustered to say the very least but you know it's going to be worth it.
You busy yourself as you wait for him. After preparing a nice soup for lunch to warm him up when he comes in, you lower the fire and let it simmer.
You take a bath and dress in an oversized t-shirt and slip on the powder pink thong he bought for you.
You check your phone after your bath to find another text from him;
Sungie: There should be a half heart emoji because that's all I am without you… half a heart 😗
You smile and text back:
Y/n: Are you listening to One Direction?
Sungie: Yeth
Y/n: Just hurry up and get here. I made you soup for lunch 🫶🏽
Sungie: Sure I'll just hijack the plane and put it in turbo mode so I can be there in the next 5 minutes. Get the roof ready so I can land it on the rooftop garden 😑
Sungie: Wait you made me soup????? 🥹
Y/n: Yeah veggie and beef soup 😎
Sungie: Noona?? 🥹 you made my favorite????
Y/n: And yes there's onions in it. I'm not Jeno 😇
Sungie: That's my girl 😭 I love you queen 🫶🏻
You put your phone down and check the soup and give it a stir then try staying occupied. Time crawls by as you do whatever you can to stay busy and distracted but it's nearly impossible.
You wait by the door when the time arises, anxious and pacing like an excited puppy waiting for her owner to come home. When you hear his keys jingle, you unlock the door and open it.
"Oh! I thought I heard you pacing," he laughs as his eyes take you in. He's clutching a bouquet of daffodils and he steps in before dropping his duffle bag. You both collide into a warm hug and all's right with the world.
"Missed you, peach," he sighs as he presses his cold face into the crook of your neck.
"I missed you more," you whisper.
He laughs and squeezes you tighter, "I'll let you believe that."
He backs you up and kicks the door shut; still refusing to let you go, he peppers your face with kisses as he hums with contentment,
"You smell good and the soup smells good and I'm so glad I'm home… and you're so warm, noona… Feels so good to hold you and squeeze you. My little stress ball..." he mumbles as he hugs you tighter.
You give him an extra squeeze before you pull away, "Get settled in. You've gotta be exhausted," You say as you push his hair away from his forehead.
Jisung shrugs off his coat, "Not really… I'm not tired at all actually."
"No?" You say in surprise as you take the bouquet from him, "Well I'm gonna put these in some water. You go shower and get ready to eat."
You pad into the kitchen and take a vase from a cabinet. As you fill it with water, you try to keep your cool. There's no sense in jumping him already. He's barely even been home for twenty minutes and although he said he's not tired, you know how tiring traveling can be and you want him to settle in and get comfortable.
After arranging the flowers in the vase, you bring them into your bedroom and set them on the dresser.
You go back to the kitchen and spoon out some soup for both of you. You set the bowls down on the table and you lean against the counter to wait for Jisung. You stare at the bowls and watch the steam rise. He comes into the kitchen freshly showered and dressed in black a t-shirt and dark gray sweatpants. His dark locks are pushed back and he looks too good to resist.
He stops to look at you and smirks,
"Look at my girl… come here," he says and pulls you into his arms. You let him rock you side to side and you close your eyes as you inhale his scent. It wasn't really that long since you were in each other's arms but any amount of time away from him feels like a lifetime.
He backs you against the counter and eyes you longingly, "I don't know how I'm supposed to carry out my plan with you since you're wearing this shirt and if you're wearing what I think you're wearing underneath this shirt then, that means you're in big trouble."
His hands travel down to lift the hem of your shirt and he sighs as he reveals your thong, "Just like I thought. Come on… give it to me."
He grabs your leg and holds it up so he can press his bulge against your clothed heat.
You look at him with the same stupid look you always give him when you want him and he stares you down impassively, "Well?" he says as he dips down to kiss you roughly.
"Huh?" You breathe.
"Get it out… you should know this, noona. Getting stupid thinking about my dick already? Come on now," he laughs.
You untie his sweatpants and push them down just enough to free his cock. You stroke him slowly and he hisses, "Good girl."
He takes over and drags the head of his cock back and forth over your soaking entrance as he eyes you dangerously.
"So is my girl gonna let me in? Feels so tight… fuck, baby… do you think I'm gonna fit?" he asks as he continues his teasing. You whine and nod,
"You always make it fit… always… love it. Love how you stretch me," You sigh.
"You love how I barely fit inside? Hm? Such a slut," he moans and he slides in just the tip before pulling out again.
"Daddy," You whimper.
"There she is… is that poor little kitty purring just for me?"
You nod, "Want you so bad… please."
He continues teasing you as you clench around nothing and he laughs as he lines himself up and presses into you; disrupting your balance and forcing you to hold onto his shoulders for support.
"Look at my pretty princess," he sighs as he gives a slow roll of his hips. The stretch draws a whine out of you and you clench around him as he gradually moves faster. His free hand moves up and pushes his thumb past your lips to hold your mouth open and he spits on your tongue.
"You didn't even try to stop me… you wanted that too, huh?" he chuckles.
You nod as you swallow and he leans in to kiss you. You whine into his mouth as he slams into you and suddenly he's pulling up your shirt to expose your breasts. You gasp as he dips down to suck your nipple into his mouth and your hands find their way to grab at his locks.
"Please… I- I- I…. I need you," You beg.
Jisung's hands roam over your thighs as he switches nipples and hums against your heated skin. He always takes his time with you. Ever patient, he earned his right to be.
He wasn't always this way. As much as he wanted to be, you wouldn't let him. It had taken you some time to even accept that he wanted you. He was never pushy or overbearing but instead, he let you take the lead. After all, you were the one who needed to work past the insecurities you felt dating a younger man.
Jisung did the work. Putting in the necessary time to not only understand you but also to make you secure enough to let your guard down, he gently and gradually stripped you down to your most vulnerable state and established himself as the man you initially told him he couldn't be.
You close your eyes and let him have his way with you. Clenching around him and writhing, you whimper as he comes back up to kiss you. He fucks into you slowly and moans against your mouth.
"Daddy," You moan.
He chuckles and pulls out.
"No, no, no, no… Sungie- no- wait- please-" You shriek as you claw at his shirt.
"I'm hungry… I wanna eat," he says and kisses you.
You try to hold him in place and he grabs your wrists gently but firmly, "Considering it doesn't take much to get you running from my dick, I think you should behave yourself. We have all day so how about you be a good girl for me?"
You shake your head, "No… no… please," You plead.
"No?" he says with raised eyebrows and a terse frown.
"Please? Please don't… I… oh God. Please," You beg.
Jisung smiles, "Let's make a deal… I'll use my fingers to make you cum but after, I get to eat my soup in peace and you can't ask me for anything. I'll give you what I want when I want to and you have to be grateful and accept it… whether it's not enough or it's far too much for sweet little you to handle. Okay?"
You nod, "Okay… Deal… yeah."
He laughs as he slides his hand into your thong and toys with your clit. You close your eyes and gyrate against his hand, "Daddy… oh… yeah… Feels so good. So good… love you… fuck me," You whine.
"Eyes on me. If you want me to make you feel good, you need to let me see those pretty eyes. Keep them on me, okay?" he says gently as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.
You look at him and struggle to maintain eye contact because he's so beautiful. Since you two have known each other, you've both yielded to eye contact with heated cheeks and shy giggles but always seeking that upper hand, Jisung found strength in your relinquishment and has won every staring contest he's ever challenged you to.
"Cum for me… come on. Give it to me," he says teasingly as he holds your gaze, "Cum on daddy's fingers… that's my good little girl."
Your body convulses wildly as you come undone with a strangled cry and Jisung talks you through it, praising you softly as his fingers speed up and push you to your limit. You try to push his hand away but his free hand comes up to land a soft slap to your face before grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look him in his eyes, "Oh no, no, no, no, no… don't you push my hand away. You made a deal, sweetheart. Besides, you were just begging for it and now you wanna push me away? I'm being nice to you, baby. I'm being so fucking nice to you and you wanna push my hand away instead of thanking me? Thank me," he says in that smug and playful voice. As playful as he may sound, you know what he's capable of and what he'll do.
Jisung relishes in how effortlessly you submit to his demands. His fingers don't cease and you feel so far gone that you gasp for air and release
"Sor- s- sorry… m-sorry," You sob as you try to close your legs.
"Didn't ask for an apology- open your fucking legs... Right now or I'll stop," he says teasingly against your lips. You try to kiss him but he pulls back and laughs devilishly before slowly dragging his tongue over your trembling lips, "Thank me… say it… 'thank you, daddy'... go on."
"Thank… thank you… daddy," You sob softly. His fingers are too much but you love it and he knows you do.
"Yeah… that's it… thank me again," he hums.
"Thank… you… d- d- daddy… thank you," You stammer and Jisung laughs. Tears spill down your cheeks as you cum harder than you did the first time. He smirks and slaps your cheek a little harder then holds your face firmly in his hand and kisses you softly. His tongue explores your mouth hungrily and his thumb strokes the apple of your cheek, "Love you so... fucking much, noona... felt like like... like I couldn't breathe without you... I love you... fucking love you so much, God... love you," he pants as he press sloppy, greedy kisses to your mouth.
You whimper as he trails kisses along your jawline then back to your trembling lips; your bodies writhe against each other's and Jisung chuckles as his fingers cease from stroking urgent circles against your clit. Your brief moment of relief is interrupted by Jisung lifting your leg and pressing into you again.
"I didn't even want the fucking soup," he grunts as he pounds into you. The sound of his hips meeting yours echoes through the kitchen and mingles with the gentle moans that pour out of both of your mouths.
"Sungie," You gasp.
"Daddy," he hisses as he pulls out of you. You claw at his shirt and he laughs as he overpowers you so effortlessly to turn you around and circle his arm around your neck.
"Daddy... oh fuck... daddy," You pant. He tightens his arm around your neck and slides back into you with a soft sigh, "Tap me if you don't like this," he groans, "I think you do though." His stroke is slow but sharp and each collision against your ass passes a deep grunt from his mouth into your ear.
He's right. You do. You love it in fact.
"Love... it," You softly rasp.
Jisung's hips falter for a moment and he gasps, "Gonna cum deep inside you, baby... Are you gonna be a good girl and take it all for me? Huh, baby?" he moans. His tongue glides along the shell of your ear as another soft chuckles rumbles in his chest.
"Breed me," You beg softly.
You know your birth control won't actually allow that but you melt at the thought of it as Jisung's moans raise in volume, "So you want me to breed you?" he grunts, "I love how you just spill all your dirty secrets to me now... I don't even have to try with you anymore... all I have to do is slut you out and you tell me everything."
You gasp as his arm tightens just a little more and you bring your hands up to squeeze his forearm. The tightness of his arm around your neck drives you into a frenzy as his hips mercilessly meet against your ass in succession.
Jisung's other hand comes down to nestle against your pussy and he drags a finger quickly over your clit, "Can you take one more for me? Huh, noona?" that soft and whispy lull of feigned innocence pushes you closer to the edge and you try in vain to push his hand away from the unbearable sensitivity he's pushed you towards.
He laughs each time you try but fail to push his hand off; effortlessly holding you close and throttling you with all of his might, you both move together and sigh. You find yourself hyper-aware of how hot and damp you skin has become and how weak your legs are.
You come undone with a weak cry as Jisung strokes you and he pulls his hand away to bring his hand up and suck your wetness away. You feel your body slumping but he holds you tight against his torso as he brings himself closer and closer to his own release, "Gonna breed you... Fuck... Fuck, baby... Oh God... Yeah... Fucking. Take. It."
He cums deep and hard as he shudders and his hips falter. His thrusts grow slower and sloppier before finally coming to a stop. He drops his arm from around your neck and palms the side of your head in his hand to press kisses to your cheek, jaw, and neck, "Fucking love you... God..."
You sigh when he slides out of you and turns you around to face him. Your body trembles and he helps hold you up, "I love you... love you so much... love you," You mumble.
Jisung chuckles as he circles his arms around you, "I lied about not wanting the soup... just wanted you more."
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since I have been making my little pony comics for the past few months, I have basically forgotten what every single one of my duckverse comic prompts means. I had a big list full of one sentence prompts for duckverse comics that I was going to make, and I was reading through it yesterday, because I thought about making one. I was surprised to find out that I have no idea what any of them mean. instead of just deleting the list, I have decided to share with you. For what good it will do you. Think of this as a little shout out to the people who followed me for duckverse content. i havent forgotten about you. it’s also a little peek in my twisted mind. my horrible creation process. a behind the scenes look from hell. the list of prompts is below the break
max college fund
launchpad rescue hero
costco 22¢ per bite
house of mouse
door to darkness
because i’m hispanic?
donald cousins catch and release
fish wife
the greatest skateboard trick in the seven seas
backyardagins movie
evil versions boy band
gladstone gay moms
the poor part of town
private army of freaks vs my boys
you own the town. you are politics - what do you think taxes are for - not gladstone bail - id be doing everyone a favor
kids table is great actually
donald cry gold swim
beautiful gold moon
villains table
these lovebirds
gladstone can’t read
gladstone hyper specific thrift store shirt
louie seeing anyone right now?
managed my uncle’s finances
june dolls episode
may louie webs spy episode
house of mouse christmas hdl want to come
propeller cap start to turn. big wind. its a helicopter landing. thanks babe
double gay batteries
daisy likes donald snoring
if you can understand anything he says then yeah!
sora. quack pack. bald monkey
i respect your pronouns. i dont not respect YOU scrooge
why are you friends with my rival’s girlfriend
we’re sisters now too???
The dancing hacker - do you know how hard it is to lucid dream
are you guys playing dancing hacker?
how did you do that? Those dice were rigged i mean.
you guys were supposed to prepare a musical number every session
Lady in pink but with a knife
girl boss? No girl lady. But not a girl.
sephirof at the door. never seen Donald that serious in my life.
I have a superhero alter ego - like super Grover?
louie x robin the frog
daffy: i’m getting you a job in Hollywood, kid! You gonna make big times. Why? uh… i’m friends with your mom.
Duckburg community college is the only community college that does dance scholarship
duckberg community ducks, and the Duckburg University geese
in helicopter: you ever going to get tired of having our dates like this? no never.
donald take responsibility for our son! panchito what
babe your costume is terrible. why are you still in a sailor hat
tasha austin gay lesbian solidarity
hey webby! *glittery hands*
webby diary
shake for trust? glitter on hand. body slam
why did t you tell me your girlfriend is a pilot? tasha said i shouldn’t tell you because of what happened to you pilot ex. he’s still alive!
pablo: sleeper agents be like time for my next mission
CHRISTMAS GIFTS
WHATS UP T-BOYS?
donald’s boyfriends what does gladstone have against gay people
donald you should wingman for me. i thought you were gay
dugan duck is your secret kid isn’t he
huey ponytail
donald has three boyfriends why can’t i have two
woops i mexed up their super powers - let’s go, t boys! i didn’t make them trans! they were like that before, right?
your brother donald has like five partners. yeah and i’m not my brother donald. you’re right. i should date your brother donald
dewey damn girl your ass phat what are your pronouns. katy nun/ya
tying normie trans girl to a chair turbo pablo
don’t worry. the promise ring is just a tracking device
punch buggy gets steadily more and more violent
dewey’s many licenses
duck twins cobwebs
beaks: help! #911
katy can not entertain in her tiny trailer
uno gaydar donald i finally give you a job and you’re being gay on the clock??
when mom comes in and you have to hide your DS under your pillow
HDL Tulin
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The cliché of being stuck in a lift with your crush - Spock x plus size reader
Summary: You get stuck in a lift with Spock. Based off prompts 8, 10 and 28 on this list. (Gender neutral because Spock is queer to me.)
Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.
A/N: Not proof read at all, also I changed the wording of the prompts a bit to match the way Spock speaks even though I feel that this is out of character. I haven't written for Spock in a while...
It is getting late, not that giant expanse of space indicated it. The sky is always an inky black filled with glittering stars and rotating planets. From you data pad you can gather it’s around nine in evening aka time to be relaxing maybe even sleeping however the universe has other plans for you.
You’re a red shirt, specifically working as an engineer, though you mostly work more on the smaller parts of the ship like the replicators and communication devices rather than the engines or any part of the ship that Scotty loves. Really you’re a jack of all trades, a plumber and an electrician rolled into one but with the added benefit that you work in space rather than on earth.
It’s a rewarding job and really you truly love it but because of it, that and the fact that you have many non red shirt friends on the Enterprise, you’re often the person called to fix silly little accidents that could have been avoided if people weren’t so clumsy.
If you had a penny for the amount of times you’ve turned a computer on and off or tightened a lose screw for an oblivious friend who thinks they’re about to blow up the ship you’d have enough money to retire early.
Dressed in a long bright pink bed shirt and a pair of boxers that poke out from under the t-shirt hem you slog over to the nearest turbo lift to go back to your room and sleep. Your mismatched socks dampen the sounds of your shoeless feet and you clutch a small tool box to your chest, the allen keys and magnetic screw drivers rattling around inside it.
A friend of yours had broken a light whilst flinging a chair at a ‘spider’, the creature not actually there. When you had gotten there they were in tears thinking that someone was going to shout at them for breaking the main light, their room mate panicking for they had walked into the messed up room and the scared human.
The light wasn’t broken. Sure the plastic covering the strip light had cracked but it hadn’t broke, instead the chair your friend had chucked across the room had slammed the light switch off making them think they broke the light.
For half an hour you’ve been comforting your dear friend, cleaning their room to the best of your ability whilst a nurse looked them over. The diagnosis was that they needed sleep and food so you had got them some food, tucked them into bed and promise to come replace the cracked plastic in the morning.
Now you step into a turbo lift wanting some food and sleep as well.
Your eyes go blurry as you step in and call out you destination, the lull of sleep beckoning you to your soft bed. You don’t notice a figure walk in behind you, their walk hurried. With tired eyes you look down to see a pair of shiny regulation shoes stood close but not too close.
Immediately you straighten up.
His voice calls out his own destination which makes you lift your head up, your round face going flush.
Here you are, t-shirt slipping down on shoulder showing more of soft skin than professional, your chubby legs covered in stubble and goose bumps and your face a frown.
Fuck, you’re not ever wearing shoes.
“Sir.” you greet clutching your tools closer to your chest your eyes wondering up to him.
“Lieutenant (y/n).”
Your face somehow gets even hotter.
For one thing you’re a Lieutenant junior grade not a Lieutenant, that and somehow Mr. Spock knows your first name which you never thought he knew! If this was an old earth cartoon you’d turn lobster red and faint at his feet at him calling your name.
“Busy night.” you say with an awkward smile lifting your tool box up a bit prove your point.
“Yes.” he states firmly, his eye still trained on you as the turbo lift moves, “I have been in many meetings today.”
You’ve never really liked small talk but somehow small talk with Spock isn’t awkward. You have the tiniest crush on the Vulcan for a while and here you are enjoying small talk and long pauses with him.
Your eyes tired and droopy linger on his long sharp features that you dream of only to notice he looks tired too. Not a tired as you but sleepy enough that it shows on his handsome face. His blue make up around his eyes is slightly smudge and the dim lift lights cast a yellow glow onto the out of place black hairs that stick up from his normally neat and tidy hairstyle.
Cold fingers itch to smooth down his stray hairs so much so that you don’t flinch as the turbo lift stalls to a stop, the door not opening despite being at the right floor.
Blinking you snap out of your trance not realising that Spock was staring at you too, neither do you realise the splotches of green blush creep up his pointed ears.
“Damn it! The door’s jammed.” you mutter as you poke at the interface screen doing your normal engineering thing trying to get it open.
You tap many buttons on the screen to no avail.
“We will be here for a while?” Spock asks stepping a bit closer to you.
“Looks like it.” you say prolonging the word ‘looks’ as you crouch down opening a side panel that no one except you and your workmates know about, a cluster of rainbow wires sticking out, “I might be able to override the door system though-“
You look up to the stoic Spock, his full attention on you and totally no on how your thighs press together as you fully lower yourself onto your knees.
“- probably can get it open but I’ll have to get some proper tools to fix it.” Either that or you’ll have to call someone else to fix it, though you don’t tell Spock that.
“That seems a logical plan Lieutenant.”
And there it is! For a split second you see his pretty eyes flicker down your body like he's done many times before.
You see your little crush on Spock is quiet new but you’ve known how he's looked at you for quite some time. At first you though he was judging you, you’re plus size so unfortunately you get the odd disproving look often, but then you’ve recently realised that his ears go green when his eyes catch on the curves of your body.
Or maybe you’re imagining things. Either way you like the idea of such handsome man looking at you like that.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me Mr. Spock-“ you boldly state as you fiddle about with some wires, “- you think I don’t notice but I’m a very perceptive person.”
“You do?”
Raising up, tool box left on the ground, you smile.
“I’m not sure what you think of me Mr. Spock but I know I like you, if that makes you uncomfortable then I know you’ll tell me.”
He steps closer into your personal space.
“The door is not open.” he muses, “I assume it will take a while?”
“Oh!” his eyes flicker down to your lips, “We should get comfy then?”
“Certainly Lieutenant.”
#not proof read#spock#spock x plus size reader#spock x reader#tos spock x reader#star trek the original series#star trek#star trek x reader#plus size reader#x plus size reader#x chubby reader#chubby reader
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The Blue Spirit
Before we get into the episode, a couple of thoughts that have been rattling around my brain:
-Last episode was heavy. I need jokes please.
-it's been a while since I've seen a hybrid animal. I thought those were going to be a running gag.
-It's been a while since there has been any gorgeous background art.
-The last couple of episodes have really pushed Sokka and Katara to the background. I'm missing the ensemble style episodes.
Episode time!
It's Zhao. Hi asshole. Actually this conversation is touching on something I've been wondering about:
The fire nation has bigger fish to fry than a quarter-trained 12 year old.
If this whole episode happens at night time I'm going to really miss my CRT.
Zhao is now turbo asshole. Also there's a weird blue cat on his roof.
Imagine having a sick day on an Appa couch. Heavenly. And where are they hiding this time? Why is there a giant tapestry?
Looks like this won't be much of a Sokka episode.
Not going to be a Katara episode either. This is a novel way of benching your side characters.
How does airbending make you go faster? I could see earthbending making you faster, just by moving your running surface, but how does Aang do it?
I do like roadrunner shenenigannery.
Momo doesn't understand English confirmed. Also he has green-tinted vision? Do his irises coat his pupils? That would be weird.
Behold! A non-hydrid animal.
"It's been almost an hour and you haven't given the men an order." Ouch. Burn.
I'm not much of a Zuko fan, but even I have to admit that this is a sucky situation in a long line of sucky situations. You have to feel for him here.
Frog popsicles. Did not see that coming. Note the lack of hybridity.
Now he looks like those arrow guys.
Using aerial weaponry against an airbender seems really stupid. I guess they've got numbers one their side.
Is literally everybody in this world a professionally trained acrobat? Do all four nations include that in the school curriculum?
Compensating?
Could the action wait until morning please? I can't see.
Zhao doubling down on the asshole behaviour. Not cool. Keeping someone barely alive in captivity for as long as possible has to be some sort of war crime. Waging a war for a century against an entire planet is probably also a war crime, so again, bigger fish. There are assholes that are entertaining to watch and fun to root for, and assholes that are just plain mean. Zhao is now firmly in the latter category.
Poor Momo is trying his best. Zhao's right about there being no one to rescue Aang this time though. Even Appa's benched by babysitting duties.
The blue cat is back. Clinging to the underside of a moving cart using just your fingernails has got to be murder on the hands.
Good lord these guards are blind. This episode is too dark for me to see anything but I still saw blue cat guy hot foot it into the compound. His mask even has white parts.
Oh god he's monologuing. Blegh. Although convenient for blue cat guy. A desire to monologue may be Zhao's most consistent character trait.
Did the frogs do that?
The hallway-that-eats-our-guys just ate one of our guys. What should we do? How about send two more of our guys down the hallway-that-eats-our-guys? And leave only one to guard the door keeping the world's most powerful bender contained? Sounds good.
CAT.
He extinguished that guy! That gets funnier the more I think about it. All that fancy bending, years of training, and your fatal weakness is a bucket.
Exactly how many of those sword flourishes were necessary?
I like the blue cat's theme music. It's some sort of wind instrument, a bit kazoo-like, but it sounds a lot like this plastic toy trumpet I had as a kid that I'd play with whenever I was mad at my parents. I loved that thing, but it mysteriously vanished one day.
Blue cat is doing some seriously precision sword bending. Imagine if he'd missed? How do you live down cutting off the Avatar's hands and feet?
It WAS the frogs! Caught red- um. Footed?
Do frogs have hands?
The return of One Man Army Aang.
Blue cat is surprisingly go with the flow for having just been catapulted dozens of feet without warning. Stuck the landing too. Sort of.
I'm sure there's some fascinating fight choreography going on at the moment but I CAN'T SEE IT.
Aang can briefly function as a load-bearing helicopter. Briefly.
So… how many of these guards are dead?
I am a dumb! How did I NOT see that coming? I am dumb! Much dumb!
Turns out there is one hairstyle worse than Zuko's usual.
In addition to roadrunnering, helicoptering, and ladderwalking, Aang can also carry someone taller and heavier than him at high speeds while fleeing the enemy. Is there anything airbending can't do?
Or maybe it was the frogs. Also I just realised that Fire Nation ships are shaped like Fire Nation shoes. I bet those shoes give you bunions.
Zuko was out for a WHILE. Might want to get that head wound checked out.
This hit unexpectedly hard. This episode's second surprisingly heavy scene. Can't they at least hug?
Was the kazoo-trumpet diagetic all along?
"Did you make any new friends?"
"No. I don't think I did."
Me:
Appa is your friend, not your toothbrush.
Final Thoughts
This was a character episode disguised as an action episode. Which I did not realise until I figured out that Blue cat man was Zuko all along.
Firebender Zuko has chihuahua energy. Blue Spirit Zuko has cat energy. Discuss.
Everyone needed a hug this episode. Including me. Except Zhao. Screw Zhao.
Zuko seems much more confident with those swords than he is with his fire. I don't mean to compare skill levels; I have no way of evaluating that. I mean he seems more sure of his movements with swords. Fire makes him shouty. Swords make him dance.
Can't really say much about Sokka and Katara this episode, although I do like that the reason they're out of commission is a direct consequence of last episode's exploits. Makes the through narrative feel more grounded if the small things as well as the large plot points have continuity/consequences.
Momo! Poor Momo. He really tried! Actually, I've been assuming, but is Momo a boy lemur?
I am utterly indifferent to the Arrow guys. Nice bit of stealthy worldbuilding, but I'll eat my hat if they ever recur.
This episode was The Storm part 2. Parallel angst threads concluding in the two mains staring contemplatively in silence after each other? Yep. Storm Part 2. This episode may have had even less humour than The Storm. I found the recurring frog jokes worked better than the Sokka and Katara are sick jokes.
I've been kind of nitpicky about this episode, but don't get me wrong, I did enjoy it. Kind of really ended on a downer though. It's also contributing to a growing suspicion of mine: would they pour all this development into Zuko, and set up a more powerful villain to take his place, if they meant for Zuko to stay the villain? The show started giving us insight into Zuko's character, and arguably a reason to pity him, at the same time as it gave us those things for Aang - The Southern Air Temple. This show has 60-some episodes. Would you humanise your villain in episode three if he was supposed to be the antagonist for the rest of the show's run? You could, but it would be a waste of writing energy. So what's going to happen? Is this war going to have three sides? I can't see Zuko fully switching sides, when his reasons for chasing Aang are so personal. Whatever Honour means in the fire nation, Zuko's only way to get it back seems to be capturing Aang. I can't think of anything Aang could give him that would be worth forever forfeiting his Honour.
I think this episode made the correct choice, in not having Zuko say anything when he wakes up in the forest with Aang. Like the end of the Southern Air Temple, and the end of (I think?) the Winter Solstice Part 2, some moments are enough - no dialogue needed. But - bear with me as I stray into fanfiction territory - wouldn't it be fascinating to hear the conversation Aang and Zuko might have had? And isn't it neat that Aang chose the conversational topic he did - not questioning why Zuko rescued him, but attempting to reach out? There was a choice made in his one-sided conversation with Zuko that I want to pick at. I can't put into words why I found that short scene so impactful. But I want to pick at it.
I'll be rewatching this episode on the CRT in my parents' basement when I can, because the brightness on my little laptop just does not go high enough. This episode was dark. Fittingly so, but still. I want to SEE.
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Morgan Plus 4CX-T (1 of 8).
The Morgan CX-T likely needs no introduction, a total of just eight were built from a partnership between Dakar Rally specialists Rally Raid UK and the Morgan Special Projects team. Every part of the Plus Four CX-T has been carefully researched to equip it for overland adventure in remote situationsHere we have CX-T number 3, powered by the BMW 2.0 TwinPower Turbo 4 cylinder engine producing 255 BHP and 350NM of torque with a 6 Speed Manual Gearbox. Specified to match the main press car in Sand Beige with full ‘Expedition Kit’ and 16” Bronze Evo Corse wheels. This car was originally destined for the European market and as such is left-hand drive; however a last-minute change of circumstances for the owner means the speedometer is in MPH and the car has been UK registered from new. Out of the 8 cars, 7 were left hand drive and 1 was right hand drive.The interior is hand-trimmed in box-pattern Soft-Grain Black leather and complimented with Black Box Weave carpet. The centre-console is covered in matching Black leather and the dashboard is Matte Raven wood. The black theme continues with the various CX-T interior accessories that assist with navigation in the most remote areas.
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Temperence Celeritas Von Schweetz
More info under the cut
Name: Temperance Celeritas Von Schweetz
Age: 21
Gender: Bigender
Sexuality: Pansexual
Pronouns: He(preferred)/She
Year: 3
Best Subject: Trans mutation
Birthday: November 4th
Twisted From: King Candy
Class: Class C (No.5)
Club: Motorsports Club
Height: 5’4 (5’8 in platforms)
Hobby: Racing,Playing Arcade games,Stunt driving,shopping
Homeland: Glace Duchy (current) Turio (former)
Likes: Racing, Electronic music,going on road trips,stunts
Dislikes: Things not going as planned,people who destroy things,people who speak down on her dream
Unique Magic: TURBO TASTIC (Can call upon different alter egos when needed)
VA: Shizuka Ito
Nicknames: Creepy Crawly (Floyd),King,Temp
Pet Peeves: Lazy people, Cold weather,bug spray
Favorite Food: Honey BBQ chicken
Least Favorite Food: Tomatoes
Talent(s): Racing,Event planning,fixing machines,playing mind games
Zodiac:Scorpio
Personality type: ENTJ-T (Commander)
Personality: Temperence can be one of two things at a certain time, around the people he cares about she is sweet, kind and very loyal (most of the time). Around everyone else Temperence can come across as very cocky with the need to try and one up those he views as a hindrance to her achieving her goals. Of course opinions on Temp will vary who you talk to so your best bet is getting to know the aspiring legacy racer yourself.
Fun Facts:
Terrence and Vincent are Temp’s half siblings
Temp loves body horror movies
Between the two Temperence would take part in Nascar
You can find Temperence chewing gum often (no its not because he’s a bubblegum cy-being)
^ It’s because chewing gum helps Temp calm down
Temperence lost his leg after being involved in a car crash cause by his grandfather
Loves to dress in vaporwave type clothes
Especially one piece jumpsuits
Do not let Temperence go shopping in the beauty section of the mall cause she will come back with 5 types of lip glosses
Loves to have tea with Riddle and is often invited to the dorms unbirthday parties as long as he brings some sugar cubes as payment
Due to already being able to do thanks to having wings Temperence has difficulty flying on a broom like his other siblings.
Temp has been a huge fan of Lightning McQueen ever since he was a small child and dreams of meeting him one day
Temperence has become the designated dorm leader to deal with any kind of insect in any location in NRC
Sometimes Temp exhibits more animalistic quirks (chirping when happy,cooing stuff like that)
^same applies to Terrence and Vincent
Due to being a cy-being canadian hybrid Temp and take heavy hits (the same can apply to Vincent and Terrence)
Has fought Floyd once (AND WON despite going to in-school suspension but it COUNTS)
Sometimes during dorm meetings Temperence may appear taller due to flying in one place (he wants to feel tall)
#temperence#offical character bio#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#my art#temperence celeritas von schweetz#🧁
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Just wanna ramble a bit about a few headcanons I have about some of Brawl Stars. I'll probably make more parts when I feel like it so this doesn't get long.
- The only other person Mortis hates more than Dynamike is Colt. He and Colt have been rivals since day.
- After Spike had released the poison gas in 1995, Starr Park had erased most of the brawlers' memories of what had happened and replaced them with new, fake ones. So far, the only brawlers whose memories haven't been completely wiped are Spike, Sam, and Belle.
- When I say the park is huge, the park is HUGE. It's as big as a big city which is why it's able to have all these different areas among it (especially Super City, which has got to be their BIGGEST environment due to it being an entire city.)
- Rik is R-T's more humane side, not necessarily the entire robot. (This one is basically purely headcanon since the chances of Rik being any part of R-T are unfortunately slim :( )
- Chuck is still mad at Pearl to this day for burning his baton.
- Chuck and Sam are best friends! I don't know why I just thought they'd be a good duo.
- The Turbo Theater Trio and Ghost Station Trio are great partners because Chuck is grateful to the three for taking care of Gus during his mysterious disappearance and comes by often. (Buster is extremely scared of him though.)
- Shelly used to be one of the most infamous outlaws in all of the Wastelands. However, she was eventually arrested by Colt. A few days later, she was bailed out by a mysterious person... This mysterious person was none other, but Starr Park's Owner (Name Unknown). They had promised Shelly freedom if she practiced in Brawl Stars.
- Rico and Brock have a strong bond. Brock stumbled into the fight just like Colt and Rico (who then used to go be Ricohet) saved him. Brock insisted on joining him. He thought this was just like an actual video game, and he LOVED it. (Also, Brock is such an underrated character. Give him love.)
- Ricochet ended up getting into a duel with Darryl, which ultimately put him on the brink of death. Brock got him to Pam, who is an expert and building and fixing robots, and thus, Rico was born.
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You’ll Always be My Favorite Ghost
Summary: Snippets of life in the penthouse.Daniel Molloy keeps learning new love languages. Daniel Molloy keeps loving parts of Armand he never really saw coming.
Notes: This is saved in my notes app under the title “The A in Armand stands for autism.” So that’s the vibe here. Show universe, but I borrow liberally from the books (mostly Queen of the Damned). I apparently only know how to write fics about Daniel Molloy shedding his grumpy facade and taking care of these vampires. He’s. A bit smitten here. Primarily Devil’s Minion,but there’s some background Daniel/Louis also. I feel like if you’re already autistic and you become a vampire, you get like. Turbo Autism. Autism Squared. Autism 2: Electric Boogaloo. As a final note, these characters are most likely improbably nice to each other in this fic. But I’m here to chew gum and write self-indulgent fanfiction. And brother, I’m all out of gum.
Warnings: Sensory overload, blood, some brief references to animal death.
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Louis no longer sleeps in a coffin, but Armand still does. If you ask him how he knows these two facts, Daniel Molloy will tell you to come back with a warrant.
It makes sense, he supposes. Louis clings to every scrap of humanity he can find, and the king size mattress and the bedside table and the sleek lamp that looks like you need a resume and a cover letter just to touch it are all pieces of the elaborate fiction he has created for his own edification. Armand, on the other hand, may enjoy his human playacting for whatever incomprehensible reason, but he is, fundamentally, a 500 year old monster, and old habits die hard.
That’s his theory, at least.
Of the two options, Daniel prefers the bed. He thinks he does, at least. It feels less eternal. Although, all things considered, ‘eternal’ must be how a coffin is supposed to feel. The first time that he shares this narrow space with another, he has to remind himself that Armand is not a bird-boned, fragile thing. The first time that the coffin lid closes over him, he swallows back a stab of panic at the same second as the vampire whispers, “Do you hear that?”
Daniel listens. Listens with human ears, with old ears. Hears nothing. “No.”
“Exactly,” Armand sighs, nearly a purr. All of him seems to relax at once, until Daniel no longer has to wonder how sculptors find softness in the marble statues they carve. His lover is asleep within seconds. Maybe this is what “sleeping like the dead” means.
It’s too quiet for Daniel’s taste. For some reason he finds himself consumed with thoughts of how he’ll know if the fire alarm suddenly goes off. At first he thinks the only sound he can hear is his own heartbeat. Then he lays his head down and finds he can hear another, in near-perfect sync with his. This stillness and softness is foreign. Armand is typically as taut as a bowstring, a mass of twitches and fidgets, apparently on the verge of shaking apart at any second. But here in the quiet dark—where has he heard that before?—there is something like peace.
Daniel sleeps.
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There really is nothing on earth that can prepare you for the experience of entering a room to find someone microwaving your smartphone.
It’s the smell, mostly. Something of smoke, something of metal, something of melting plastic microchips. It sends Daniel barreling into the industrial kitchen bellowing profanity. The microwave is sparking and zapping. Armand stands a few feet away, expression wild-eyed and unblinking. He has pressed his fingers over his ears.
Nothing has caught fire yet when he rips the door open, staring at the smoldering thing within. He finds a pair of salad tongs in a drawer and reaches into the microwave with them, removing the charred remains of his phone and dropping it in the sink. It sparks unexpectedly and he turns the water on, sending smoke rising off of it.
Daniel leans over the counter, head in his hands, unable to bring himself to say anything yet. He has plenty of questions but all of them begin with “what the fuck is wrong with you?” and he has learned from past experiences with Armand that this is the wrong response. His final choice of words isn’t much better, as he asks, “You wanna explain why the fuck you decided to put my phone in the microwave?”
The silence from Armand lasts too long. Daniel knows what he will see when he turns around: the hands balled into fists, the tiny, almost imperceptible self-soothing movement of thumbs over knuckles again and again. The heel to toe rocking motion. What had Louis called him? Metronomic? So he hadn’t lied about everything.
He turns. Takes it all in at a glance. “You…okay?”
He’s just had his personal property destroyed, and it doesn’t make any sense that his instinctive response is to gather the the culprit, the monster, the dead thing responsible into his arms and tell him that it’s fine, really, he only needed that for work and for communicating with his doctor and for maintaining contact with the land of the living.
“I’m not—mad.” He offers, half choking on the words. He hopes that isn’t a lie, because he knows Armand can read his thoughts if he wants, “but, yeah, my editor is going to have a coronary when he can’t reach me, so next time maybe find something that won’t—“
He’s stopped short by a tiny, frantic shake of Armand’s head. It takes him a moment to understand what he’s seeing. Ah.
“That’s why we don’t put metal in the microwave,” he explains with a put-upon patience that reminds him of an elementary school teacher. He has to remind himself that Armand is his senior by more than a few centuries, even if he has never had cause to find out what happens when you leave a fork in the microwave on accident. This monster, who microwaves living things and who has developed an emotional bond with the garbage disposal, is distraught over the unexpected light and sound of Daniel’s phone being nuked at 1200 watts.
“Hey,” he says, stepping away from the counter. He keeps his movements slow, his palms open and his hands in view. It never hurts to remember that Armand is a thing made of teeth and claws. He reaches to brush away a lock of dark hair, but gets his hand captured instead. Armand holds Daniel’s one wrinkled hand in his two smooth ones, then lifts it, strokes it against his cheek, smells it.
Some distant, half-dissociated part of him is incredulous at the idea that this is his life now. It fights for dominance with the part of him that is marveling at the smooth coolness of Armand’s skin, at the feel of his lips on every inch of his palm as he continues to explore him. Then Armand nips experimentally at one of Daniel’s fingers and he draws back with an irritated huff, brought back into the moment by the sharp pain.
Armand looks more focused too, less lost at sea, as if he has been re-anchored. He tosses the lock of hair Daniel had been aiming for out of his eyes and says, “I’ll order a replacement, you’ll have it within the afternoon.” He turns and begins to walk away as though nothing has happened.
“You’re paying for it!” Daniel calls after him.
“Naturally.” Armand does not look back.
Daniel goes to wash the blood from his hand.
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There are seven different cuts of the film Blade Runner. It inspired a sequel, a series of short films, an anime, a series of tie-in novels (in spite of already being based off of a book), and a handful of projects set in the same universe.
Daniel is pretty sure he has experienced all of these at this point.
Some evenings he wakes up alone in Armand’s coffin, and follows the sound of Blade Runner to find his lover. He’s used to locating Armand sitting with his legs crossed and hovering a few inches above the couch, his eyes alight.
For his part, Daniel is tired of Harrison Ford, tired of Rutger Hauer. He has made attempts to ply Armand with other Ridley Scott films, and none of them have captured his attention so fully.
When asked about it, Louis smiles knowingly and says, “He’ll move on eventually,” with the patience of the saint he pretends to be, “you’re thinking within the confines of human time, Daniel.”
He almost snaps that human time is all he has, last he checked, but he stops himself.
Later he falls asleep on the couch with his head resting on Armand’s lap. The soundtrack is, as usual, Blade Runner. He wakes up to the sound of the film restarting, but also to the feeling of ever-eager, ever-curious fingers combing through his curls as Armand watches the film with rapt attention. And Daniel decides maybe the movie isn’t so bad after all.
*
It has been a long night.
Daniel is exhausted. Armand has collapsed, limbs all akimbo. It has been an evening of unfocused rage, of discomfort, of bloody tears. An evening where none of Armand’s clothes fit correctly and his hair tickles the back of his neck, and the sound of Daniel’s keyboard has driven him to the edge of despair. Louis has surrendered his bed as a soft place to land and Armand lies on it, looking strung out and unfocused.
Louis is better suited for the task at hand, with his near-silent movements and feather-light touch. But Daniel is the one who enters the room and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, setting aside an armload of hastily gathered supplies.
He starts by wiping away the trails of bloody tears. Armand is as cold as ever, but his eyes are fever-wild and he shivers under the cool of the damp cloth.
“Let’s get rid of it,” Daniel suggests. He maneuvers the vampire into an upright position and sets to work on the mop of dark curls, clipping them short with a pair of scissors he found in a kitchen drawer. The knowledge that the hair will all be back in a few hours is the only thing that makes him brave enough to go after it with his perpetually shaking hands. The end result is uneven and nearly alarming. Armand appears shorn. But he also looks as if he can breathe again.
Finally, he redresses him in a pair of his own pajamas, a couple of sizes too big but worn to inoffensive softness and smelling unmistakably of Daniel, in spite of being freshly laundered. He guides his head back down to the pillow. Armand curls back in on himself.
The night is still new. Perhaps later Armand will emerge from the room on his own. More likely, Louis will carry him to his coffin when the morning starts to creep in, and Daniel will share the bed with Louis today, to give him space and silence. Tomorrow night Armand’s soft curls will be back. Hopefully by that time they will again be tolerable. If not, Daniel still has the scissors.
*
Although Daniel is the only one in the penthouse who needs to eat food to survive, the kitchen is stocked for a family of ten.
It’s also arranged by color.
None of this is Daniel’s doing.
It is a typical evening. Louis is sipping blood from a mug like it’s coffee, and Armand is loading a blender with Twizzlers, tomatoes, and steak, cooked rare. Daniel watches as Armand puts the lid on the blender, starts it with the press of a button, and then rockets to the other side of the room to observe from a distance, ears covered.
Later, Daniel will find himself cleaning exploded insect legs from the microwave. Later the penthouse will sound like Blade Runner again. Later, he’ll probably be coerced into drinking whatever is going to come out of that blender. Later he will hold Armand close and feel him relax in his arms once more.
“How old are you, again?” He asks.
“Five hundred and fourteen,” Armand says, when he has turned off the blender.
Well, Daniel thinks, at least we know it wasn’t vaccines.
Louis chokes on a sip of his blood, or maybe a laugh. Armand turns and eyes them both, his face a mask of curiosity at a statement he does not understand.
“I love you,” Daniel says, without planning to say it.
“Here, try this,” Armand replies.
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“Occasionally, we don’t get to finish dinner.”
This is part 3 of food days, please click on my profile for part 1 and 2!
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Im so sorry that I haven’t been posting any new fanfic, I’ve just been a horrible art-block. I literally tripped my way thru this whole fic until the end haha. Food days is a comfort fic for me so it’s first I go to when I need to learn how to write again.
are you ready for some turbo angst?
Cw time: angst, a lot of it! Stalking, mentions of harassment, talks about readers former life (as a sex worker nothing graphic) , reader down playing her own trauma, self sabotage n self doubt. Fingering and unprotected sex. Oh! And typos :)
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You grab one of the meal prep kits you made out of the fridge, Peter’s eyebrow quirks as he watches you put it in your bag.
“Where are you going hon? It’s not a work day?”
You hum as you grab a bottle of water, “Oh, I forgot to tell you.. I’ve been taking nurse classes.”
You turn to face him, you smile as Peter’s face is dumbfounded, “Why?“
“Uhm, because my boyfriend is a superhero? And he loves to get hurt and refuses to go to a hospital and I can only do so much with the basics- should I go on?”
You grip your bag handles as Peter’s face grimaces, “You don’t have to do that for me..” you sigh as you bend down to slip on your shoes, “Peter, how do you think I feel every time you come home, bleeding out and all I can do is try not to cry as I apply pressure to your wound?” Your eyes lift to meet his eyes, his lips are pressed into a thin line. Your hands grace the knob of your front door before you can turn it you feel Peter’s hand's ontop of yours.
“I’m sorry” Peter’s voice is low in your ear as you let your eyes trace his upper body to his face, though his face was serious, his eyes Fien guilty. “It’s fine, Pete. But I’m not the type to be helpless, or useless for that matter.”
“You’re not useless” Peter’s head moves to the side like a puppy. Your lips press into a thin line, “Plus, It can be useful to know this stuff just for everyday life, just in case. Never know when someone will have a stroke or a heart attack, you know?” Peter’s eyes piercing yours makes you gulp.
“Okay…”
You nod, turning away again, Peter’s hand grabs your wrist twisting you back to face him, “Peter, I’m going to be-“ his lips smash into yours, your hands grip his shirt as he roams your body. His tongue whirled against yours as he pushed you against the door, you try to pull back but Peter captures your lips again making you whimper.
His lips finally release yours, as you try to catch your breath
“P-peter please, I’m gonna be late!” His lips trailed down your neck, giving little love bites.
“I-I’m sorry.. I didn’t- God, I can’t control myself around you..” Peter’s eyes stay glued to your lips, before moving away uncaging you between the door, fixing your clothes as he sniffs.
“I meant to give you a kiss, g-goodbye but uhm.. I-I got carried away” Peter’s hands rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke averting his gaze from yours.
“Yeah, you did.” You speak flatly as Pete’s eyes lower in shame, you feel your heart tug.
You lift his chin, kissing his cheek then giving him a quick peck on the lips.
“It’s much appreciated though, I’ll be back soon.”
Peter waits for a moment, watching you cross the road before scrambling to put on his suit, He was out the window in seconds.
He knew he shouldn’t follow you, he knew you’d be pissed but he couldn’t help it. I mean what was the harm of making sure your girlfriend gets to her Destination safely, wasn’t like he was stalking her,
Cus it’s like chivalry or whatever.
His hands gripped the side of the building before leaping off in the direction you turned, he never realized how quickly you walked when you were trying to get somewhere. He watched as your legs switched left and right, as your head did the same watching out for potential dangers.
You captivated him, you made him swoon, The way you looked at him, the way you snored in your sleep, all of you just made him drool.
He sighs as he watches you grab a quick snack from the small stands that line every New York street before you make your way toward the above line station. His webs shoot onto the top of the train, he crouches to avoid being seen, He felt a strange sense of deja vu hanging on a train.
Soon he watched you run off the train recklessly jogging down the stairs before breaking into a mad dash down the street, if he wasn’t web-slinging he would have definitely lost you.
He chuckles softly as he watches you catch your breath before smoothing over your clothes and walking inside the mystery building.
He could feel the weight off his shoulder, you were safe, now he could leave. But, what about when you get out? What if someone hurt you when you left- no he couldn’t let that happen, not again.
Peter’s hands rest above his head, “Breath, Pete, breathe.” He could feel his body trembling as he took deep breaths, his hands slowly came to his side.
“God, I am so pathetic.” Peter’s hands smash into his eyes before blinking then pulling out his phone.
Me: Hey babe! Wanted to make sure you made it safely.
My love: Hi, yes I made it safely. Thanks for checking on me.
Me: Yay! Do you wanna get lunch when you get out?
My love: sure that sounds good.
Me: :C whyyy you type it like that, do you not lubbb spending time with meee?
My love: I love spending time with you, Peter. You know that.
Me: yeah I know.
Me: what time should I pick you up?
My love: 3:00 pm Gtg class is starting, please don’t worry about me so much, I have a taser for a reason.
Me: Can’t help it, see you at 3:00.
Spidey straightens up, “Enough moping spider, you got a job to do!” With that, he took a leap.
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Spider-Man checked his watch, 2:00 pm..
“Well, might as well be early..Sorry to leave you hangin’ but I have a date with a smokin’ hot babe!” Peter’s words pierce the webbed criminals with anger as he swings away, making sure to swipe some chocolates on the way.
A quick change in the alleyway, and he stood in front of your building at 2:30 pm, tapping his foot to an invisible melody.
A sudden ring of his phone makes Peter scramble to answer it.
“Hey, baby!”
“Hey, Peter. I’m probably going to be late- the classes ended earlier than expected- Peter?”
“In the flesh, with chocolates!” His hands extend to you holding out your favorite sweets as your mouth is ajar.
“Peter…” You slowly hang up on the phone, sliding it into your purse.
“Yes, my love?” Peter’s cheery voice set you off even more.
“Peter, I never told you where my nurse class took place.” You watch as Peter’s face morphed into horror.
“Peter, d-did you follow me?”
“I-..I can explain?” Peter’s voice was just above a whisper, as his eyes cast downwards.
You sigh as you straighten up, “I guess this means we’re getting food to go..”
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Your ride home with Peter was silent, all the way up to the front steps of your apartment.
“I don’t.. have my key on me cus I used the window..” Peter’s voice barely broke the silence, you just nod and open the door.
Silence once more as you both set the living room table of food, it’s a practically tradition now. The table was now deliciously decorated with various side dishes and fajita meats.
Each of you reaches for a Tortilla, fingers gracing each other’s hands.
“Sorry”
“M’sorry”
You and Peter’s eyes lock onto each other, hands still hovering over the tortillas.
“Peter..”
“Yes..?”
“I-..I’m” your eyes scan his face, he looked like a hurt puppy. His lips in a slight pout, puppy eyes attached with tears, a new small cut dons his slightly bruised lips.
God, he looks so cute right now. You clear your throat, focus.
“Peter, I-..I’m not that upset at you, you know?” You sighed, your eyes cast down at the food again.
“Yo-you’re not?”
“I-…I understand why you did it, you’re a superhero. People want to hurt you, which means people also want to hurt me” you pause, eyebrows arching, what a sobering thought.
“So- I know why, you wanted to protect me, make sure I got there safe.” Your eyes met his again, Peter’s body was practically hanging on to your words.
“But, you know how I feel about my privacy and how I feel about being… w-watched unknowingly.” You could feel your emotions well up, tears stinging. “I-I ..just wished you’d talk to me about it..” you sucked in air through your teeth, stay strong, don’t cry if you cry he won’t take you seriously, he’ll say you're overreacting, he’ll say you didn’t give him a choice.
“Have I been unreasonable or so weak? For you to undermine me like this, Peter? Have we not always talked things out, hm? I mean you know how scared I am when you go out there! But I don’t follow you around, do I?!” Your words came out in a hiss, venom coated your tongue, it made you want to gag.
Peter whispered your name, softly grasping your hand before you pulled away. “I didn’t mean to undermine you, it-it was totally spare of the moment and I’ve never followed you before, this was the first time, I swear.”
You bite your lip, feeling the metallic taste fill your mouth, “why’d you do it?”
“I-..” you watch as Peter’s eyes search your face, his eyebrows knitted together.
“I’ve.. lost some people, family…friends, lovers- because I wasn’t- I wasn’t attentive enough, and ..some bad people.. took them from me. I just- wanted to make sure you got there safe, hun.” Peter's watery eyes made contact with yours, you felt vile.
God, how could you be so selfish? “I-..I’m sorry, Peter. I didn’t know.” You whispered, you couldn’t look at him anymore.
“Hey, it’s okay. I mean I-I never told you about it, so don’t feel bad. You’re right I should have said something about it..but hey, we should eat before our food gets cold.” The warmth in his voice returned, yours did not.
“I..I’m not hungry anymore, I’m gonna go lay down. Please eat though..” You spoke softly as you rose from the floor, slowly walking into your room.
Your hands shook as you closed the door.
Why? Why? Why were you like this?
“What the fuck is wrong with me..?” You muttered.
Peter cares about you, he’s never once been mean or said hurtful shit to you, never once argued but you have to go and try to fuck it up. You remember your therapist saying that self-sabotage was a thing but you’d never thought you’d do it to Peter, Spider-Man of all people.
You let your fall back onto the door, hard. Before undressing to fall into the bed, clothes thrown whatever to the floor, you didn’t care where. Soon you were just in your underwear.
Usually, you like to fill the whole bed with your body, and stretch out. you felt like you needed to take advantage of it, plus it was fun, made you feel like a little kid again. You never had a big bed growing up, and your adult years weren’t much better, until now.
Something about being in the Fetal Position made you feel weak, tiny, and insecure.
“Stupid..” you sighed. Huddling yourself to the corner of your bed.
“What’s stupid?” You felt the cover dip as he spoke.
“Nothing thinking out loud” you sniffed, sinking under your blankets more, you didn’t want him to see your tears, to see you weaken.
The covers began to shift, cracks of light poked yours before you gripped them, closing them shut.
“No.”
“..I-“
“I don’t want to get up right now..”
“I’m not goin’ to make get up, I just want to see your face..”
“No.. I don’t want to see my face either.”
“Why? I love your face.”
“Because.. I-I just don’t want to, Pete. Please..”
You wanted to finish with “leave me alone” but you couldn’t cough the words up in time.
You couldn’t feel him next to you anymore, you sighed in relief, sniffing. You needed to be alone, you deserved to be alone, you sniffed again as your tears started to flow.
You felt the cold air hit your back freezing you in place, soon your body felt a warm wall against it.
Fingers brush against your waist, sending tingles down your spine.
His lips grace your shoulder, “I’m not mad at you.” You bite your lip, scooting away from his touch only to get swallowed by it again.
His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you completely to his chest, “Mm, nope. I’ll be here as long as I need to be to make you smile again.”
You sniffled, “I’m sorry..” you sob as Peter peppered kisses down your skin.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You squeaked out, “I didn’t know.”
“I know you didn't, it's okay.”
“I’msoselfish, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“You are not selfish, it’s okay.”
“Please don’t leave me, I’m sorry. I’m sorry”
“I’ll never leave you, never.”
Your sobs turned slowly, whispers, then hiccups as you slowly drift to sleep.
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“Baby..babe” your eyes flutter as you groan.
“Pete?”
“Mornin’.” His hands brush your cheek as you stare up at him.
“M-morning?”
Peter’s thumb softly rubs the sleep from your eyes, kissing your forehead. “Sleep well, love? I got you some tea for your throat.” You sat up as you grabbed the tea, staring into the abyss of the cup.
The memories of you being a blubbering mess in his arms last night flood your systems, you felt like shit all over again, tears silently started to slip into your cup.
“I’m sorr-“
“No.”
You shudder looking up at Peter, his eyes were a brown ocean.
“But I-“
“Stop” his hands gently taking the tea from your hands.
“Peter, please- I just-“
His lips pressed against yours gently, like you were glass.
“You don’t need to tell me more about your past, at least not until you're comfortable enough.” Peter's thumb stroked your lip.
“I-I am comfortable..” your hand wraps around his, kissing his palm. “I want to tell you..”
You watch as Peter chews his lip, “Okay..shoot.”
“I..well. I-I had this customer, he was a regular. S-sometimes we wouldn’t even have sex.. we would just talk, it was nice.” You smiled picking at your fingers as you talked. “He was always so sweet and a little awkward but we all were once, y’know? But I always thought it was a bit strange that all his dates would fall flat. He would say, ‘oh they weren’t the right one’ when I asked. Soon, he asked me out on a date. It was okay, I had fun but he asked me to stop doing sex work which was my only job so of course I said no. I thought that would be it, y’know?”
You sucked in air, “ Of- of course it wasn’t though, to make a long story short. He started stalking me, showing up at my apartment, breaking my windows, even showing up at other clients' houses to harass me. Luckily, some of my customers were well off, bless them. They helped me with the harassment case and even got some of the other girls to testify. He’s been locked up ever since. ” Your eyes peeked at his, “Please don’t think less of me..” your eyes drifted back down to your fingers.
“I would never, you know that.” Peter’s gentle voice made you glance at him once more, watched as his lips trembled and his eyes watered.
You sigh, “ I mean it wasn’t that serious- I-I didn’t get rap-“
“Stop. Stop downplaying your struggles!” Peter’s sudden uptick in voice made you tremble, his eyes softened, lowering his voice. “Stalking is a very serious thing and clearly it caused you trauma. You don’t have to be strong with me, you’re allowed to be weak and You’re allowed to cry.” Peter’s hands cup your cheeks, “Being a couple means being vulnerable, with each other. I-I’ll try as long as you do too.” Your eyes softened as he spoke.
“O-okay.”
“Can I kiss you?” Peter’s lips hovered just above yours
You could smell his minty breath.
“Yes please.”
Kisses lips slotted against yours, hands sliding up and down your torso. “P-Peter.” Your hands fiddle with his shirt.
“Yes, love?” He grins as he speaks, “I-I-! Can we ..y’know?” His eyes flicker to your lips then back to your eyes as you speak, smirking.
“I don’t know, mind telllin’ me what’s on your mind?” His voice was low as he licked his lips, god you hated when he did this.
“Peeeteee! Don’t make me say it!” You whined, your hands picked at the hem of his shirt,
“I can’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.” His fingers rubbed circles in your skin as teased you.
“I-I wanna.. have …sex, please?” Your voice was barely a whisper, your eyes trained on the floor.
“Ooh, she has manners. Such a good girl” his hand gently tipped your face up toward his.
“Of course, we can have sex, thought you’d never ask.” Peter chuckled.
His hands roamed your body, “Lucky me I don’t have to take any extra clothes off, straight to business. “ he snapped your waistband, making you squeal then focused on his shirt and pants.
“I love you.” Peter’s eyes connected with yours, “ I know”
“Do you now?” Pete’s chuckles warmed your heart as he climbed on top of you. “I’ll really make sure you’ll understand tonight.” His words sent a shiver down your spine.
Peter’s hand slipped into your panties, pawing at your clit you sigh at the soft contact.
“So pretty.” Peter’s gentle circles matched his voice, “Do you mind takin’ your bra off for me, love?” You simply nod, pulling off your bra before covering your chest.
“Can.. we turn off the light?”
“Why would we do that?”
“Cus- I’m embarrassed..” you could feel the sweat forming on your skin as you stared into his eyes.
“Mm, why?” Peter’s free hand slipped between one of your hands covering your chest to fondle one of your boobs.
Your mouth makes shapes but only little noises come fluttering out, you pout as Peter laughs at you.
“No worries, I getcha” he winks as your eyebrows pinch together. “Then why'd you ask?!” fake irritation in your voice.
“Cus I like messin’ with ya.” his nose bumping yours slightly as he captures your lips. His hands traveled down again to your panties, pulling them swiftly down as his lips bombarded yours.
You pull away for air, “Pet-” you groan as his fingers enter you slowly, abducting your will to speak. “Sweetest sound I know.” Peter’s eyes were lowered with lust as he picked up the pace. Your pants became more vocal as his fingers pumped, “I-ah! Peter- plea-!” Your hands wrapped around his wrist, you could feel your legs going haywire.
“Please what? God, you’ve never been this sensitive before. Is it because we haven’t done it in a while?” You arch as he spoke, unable to answer him, trying to desperately move his fingers faster, whining at his pace, it was but not fast enough.
“P-please more! Mm- I - can’t!” You threw your head back as his thumb hit your clit in the perfect spot. “Cant cum? Oh, that’s intentional.” His fingers pulled away from your aching hole, your whine of dismay made him vibrate with desire.
“Shh, I got ya” his hands gripped your sides as he lined himself up, letting you adjust to his size. You shake as his cock jerks suddenly, your face no longer controllable.
“See, this is why I can't turn the lights off. I would miss this gorgeous face of yours.” you could feel his cock pulse inside you as he watched your face squeeze together.
“A-shut up, f-fuck me, Pete!” your hands weakly hit his chest as you attempt you grind against his cock, urgent for more friction.
“Aw, so bossy. Your wish is my command!” Peter's lips smacked against yours as his speed made you see stars in seconds. His tongue swallowed yours as you wailed.
“Gonna c-cum already, love?” you nodded as he spoke, tears in your eyes made it hard for you to see his face. “D-don't worry I'll make it even easier for you.” before you could process what he meant, you were screaming his name as he pounded into you.
Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt his cum spill inside of you, your nails scratching his chest as your head tilted back.
“Oh- God…!” you croaked, eyes fluttering, “ That was..really good Pete.”
“I-I've never come that fast before, I guess I'm a bit sensitive too. “ you chuckle at his bewilderment, tracing circles in his hair.
“Well, it's welcomed. But now I do need to shower to get your cum outta me. So would you kindly remove yourself from me?” you hummed, giving him a smirk.
“I have a gift for you before you do that tho, one sec!” His hands gently helped you off his penis. You watch as he scrambled out the door before producing a teddy bear.
The teddy bear was dressed in spiderman gear equipped with a mask and all. In the teddy’s hands was a box, your eyes lit up.
“I love stuffed animals, Pete! How’d you know?” You faked a suspicious eye.
“Lucky guess I swear.” your hands brush against his as you take the bear into your arms, plucking the box way in its hands.
“What's this?” you hugged the bear pinning it to your chest as you picked at the box, sneaking a glance at Peter who was clearly nervous.
“Oh! Mr. Bear must have grabbed it for you as a gift- you.. should uh, open it!” Peter's hand rubbed the back of his neck.
You giggled as you opened the box, and two beautiful crimson diamonds blessed your eyes. One is a necklace with a dainty gold and white chain the other was a ring with a black band, with amazing little rich blue sapphires surrounding it.
You gasped, “Peter!”
“Before you say anything! I handcrafted everything in a friend of mine's lab, including the diamonds. I got the sapphires from a jewelry store I helped stop a robbery. I-i also made us matching pairs.” you watched as his cheeks redden.
“Peter- It’s lovely. Bu-”
“I-I'm not finished yet. I-...” Peter sighs, “I- put a tracking device in both of our rings and necklaces. You told me you get worried c-cus you don’t know if I’ll come back and I get worried when I can’t be with you all the time. This way we can both ease our worries, plus if you want you can take it off and not wear it if you want! I promise I won’t follow you if you do.”
Your eyes searched his face, his eyes were firm but soft, it made you melt. Your hands took the ring, “So, is this an engagement ring then?” You held it up, twirling it in your fingers.
“If.. you want it to be.” Peter squeaked.
“Mm, only if you put it on my finger.” You grinned as you watched Peter get on one knee, whispering your name.
“Will you give me the honor of being your fiancé?”
“Yes, of course.”
Peter grins as he slips the ring unto your finger, before tackling you to the bed with a bone-crushing hug.
“I love you, Peter Parker.”
“I'm starving, we should eat those leftover tacos.”
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Amends
(( Hey folks! Happy 11th Fandom Anniversary! This is a fic that I’ve been carving away at for a long time, it was a difficult one to get just right. It’s very slight hurt/comfort, but mostly just two very different people coming together for a genuine conversation. Enjoy! ))
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Laying on his back on the soft, dewey grass, Ralph let out a contented sigh. Quietly, he soaked in the serene atmosphere of his home, reflecting on just how much had changed in the short time since he went ‘Turbo.’
The Nicelanders were being nice, and he had people he could actually call friends. Among those few was Felix, his in-game sworn enemy, and someone Ralph had previously looked towards with envy…Something had clicked down in that sugary jail cell that fateful day, and the thirty year rift between them suddenly didn’t seem so wide.
“You doing okay there, Ralph?”
The wrecker looked up into the worried eyes of the handyman himself. Boy, his ears must have been burning.
“Oh hey,” Ralph smiled, sitting up. “Yeah, I’m good. This is just my ‘Thinkin’ Spot.’”
Felix smiled back, relieved. And as a brief silence passed between them, the wrecker could tell there was something buried behind those blue eyes, clouding them. He’d seen glimpses of this far-off look all week; between quarter drops, at the end of the work day, even in the mornings as everyone took their positions. If there was anyone who looked like they needed some time in the ‘Thinkin’ Spot,’ it was Fix-It Felix Jr.
“May I join you?” The smaller man asked gently.
“Knock yourself out,” Ralph patted the spot on the lawn next to him. “I was about to say…you seem like you could use it.”
Felix let out a nervous chuckle as he folded his legs to sit. “Is it that obvious?” he said.
“Maybe I’m just observant,” Ralph scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “I’ve done my fair share of ‘people watching’ over the years…But c’mon, you guys already kissed, just ask her out already!”
The 8-bits face grew red, a bashful smile playing on his lips.
“There’s a lot more to it than that Ralph,” Felix sighed.
“Look, here—” Ralph dug his fingers into the chest pocket of his overalls, revealing a large gold medal tied with a blue ribbon. “I’ve been trudging through the woods every night looking for this so I can return it. You can come with me when I do and ask her then.”
The handyman seemed touched.
“That’s a very kind thing for you to do, I’m sure she’ll really appreciate that.”
“Being your wingman?”
“No!” Felix tittered. “Returning the medal!”
When the laughter died down between them, that doleful look came right back where it was on the handyman’s face.
“Ralph, there’s something else…” he bit his lip, head starting to shake slowly as he chose his next words.
“I’m sorry,” Felix said with such sincerity that it threw the wrecker for a loop. “I am so sorry for what you’ve been through these past thirty years.”
Ralph’s chest tightened, a small lump forming in his throat. He didn’t even know he needed to hear those words. A small hand grazed his upper arm.
“And I’m sorry for the part I played in all of it,” Felix continued.
Ralph suppressed some tears as he chuckled.
“C’mon,” he waved it off. “Most people were scared, or just outright hated my guts. But you… you were actually nice to me.”
In fact, he’d taken advantage of that niceness to get into the 30th Anniversary party.
The handyman’s face twisted in a way that was hard to read. “Maybe I was nice,” he sighed. “But I sure wasn’t kind.”
“Okay, you’re losing me here,” Ralph kept his lighthearted manner. For all he knew, those two words meant the same thing.
Felix flashed a bashful smile.
“What I mean is…I’m a people pleaser, Ralph. And that’s something I’ve been more or less told over the years by various friends that I did not listen to…‘till recently.”
Ralph blinked, curious as to where all this was going.
“I want to be liked, and I don't like conflict…I’d do whatever I could to avoid it, even if that meant saying or doing things that maybe I didn’t really agree with.”
Felix briefly looked around, as if he thought someone else might be listening. Ralph remained quiet, eager to hear whatever came next; there was a lot more to the bright-eyed handyman than he thought.
“And among the people I sought to please the most were the Nicelanders… It's part of the job, right? I was scared that night, when you showed up at the penthouse door. But I wasn’t scared of you,” Felix admitted with a gulp.
The wrecker’s brows raised, his mind flooding with the implications of what that meant.
“Ralph, I had a whole room of people expecting me to get rid of you, and I…I couldn't. I did the nice thing, and invited you in… But then I just let Gene talk to you the way that he did,” Felix sighed, pulling off his baseball cap and kneading it in his hands. “If I was a kinder person, I wouldn’t have let any of that mess happen. You deserved to be there, just like everyone else.”
Ralph nodded gently, starting to get the gist of what the handyman was trying to say.
“I appreciate the apology, Felix. Just know that what happened at the anniversary party…I don’t hold any of that against you,” the wrecker leaned back on his hands, looking up at the stars. He found his coworker’s honesty inspiring.
“For a really long time, I wanted the life that you have,” he said. “Pies, medals, adoring fans; the whole shebang. I had convinced myself that’s what I needed to be happy.”
Ralph chuckled at himself, shaking his head slightly.
“Turns out I just needed friends. Like Vanellope,” the wrecker pushed his elbow against the handyman sitting beside him playfully. “And like you,” he added with a smile. Felix laughed softly, putting his cap back on.
“Besides, if I were the Good Guy, I’d have Gene hanging around me all day. No thanks.”
“He is a handful,” the handyman sighed. “He’s warming up to you though.”
“Oh yeah, real cozy,” Ralph’s voice dripped with sarcasm. A brief silence passed between the two. Felix took in a breath and held it a moment as he knotted his fingers together.
“When you went ‘Turbo,’ my life was turned completely on its head,” he spoke fondly. “And you showed me what being good really looks like.”
“I did?” The wrecker was genuinely surprised. The handyman nodded.
“Ralph, dragging me out into the arcade woke me up to just how complacent I’ve been…I don’t want to be the person I was on the night of our anniversary. If you’ve got a problem that needs fixing, or need someone to talk to…I’m here.”
“Thanks, Felix. That means a lot,” Ralph cleared his throat to try to keep those strong emotions at bay. “And, y’know…the same goes for you too. This has been really nice, talking to you like this.”
“It has,” the handyman agreed. “I hope I didn’t disrupt your evening too much, this is your spot after all.”
“N-no, no, please, come and go as you like,” Ralph stumbled over his words. “To be honest, I think I like it better when it’s shared.”
Felix had moved to get up, but slowly settled back down with the wrecker’s reassurance.
“If you don’t mind me asking…” the handyman twiddled his thumbs. “What were you thinking about before I came along?”
“Oh, a lot of things,” Ralph puttered, laying back on the lawn. “The kid, you, the Nicelanders. Just how much has changed, and how nice it’s been…”
A gentle smile crossed Felix’s face. “Good,” he said as he joined his friend in laying down, looking up into the night sky.
“And,” Ralph sighed, once more pulling the Medal of Heroes from his chest pocket. “Trying to figure out what to say when I give this back…That lady you like, scares me. And I don’t think she likes me very much…”
“Ooh, she was not happy,” Felix giggled. “But… I think you’ll find that she respects your efforts to fix the mess you made, and the heroism you showed. You saved Vanellope, and all of ‘Sugar Rush.’ I don’t believe Tamora was going to blow the exit with the two of you inside; that would have killed me…so we would have been toast along with the rest of the arcade if you hadn’t—”
The handyman paused, reeling slightly from the thoughts of what could have been.
“You’re our hero, Ralph,” Felix said sincerely. “I hope she lets you keep it.”
The larger man was humbled by those words, taking a moment to brush his thumb over the word ‘Hero’ engraved on the medals surface.
“Ah, even if she doesn’t…” he said, reaching just under his shirt collar to reveal his handmade cookie medal from Vanellope. “This is all I’ll ever need.”
“That is a good one,” the handyman concurred. “How is she, by the way?”
“She’s doing great, the gamers love her,” Ralph grinned. “Y’know, you can join me in watching the Roster Races sometime—Ooh! You could ask Sarge to come too, it’ll make for a good first date.”
“Raaaalph,” Felix droned with a lighthearted groan. “Alright, I’ll go with you and ask her.”
“Oh thank the Mods,” the wrecker let out a sigh of relief. “I think she’s less likely to punch me if you’re there.”
“So that’s why you’re so adamant,” the handyman rolled his eyes.
“Part of it,” Ralph admitted. “But I also think you two would be good together.”
“Thanks, brother. I hope so…” Felix smiled, feeling lighter. “I think the four of us made for a pretty good team.”
“Yeah,” the large man agreed, his heart full as he looked up to the stars. “I think so too.”
#wreck it ralph#fix it felix#sergeant calhoun#vanellope von schweetz#core four#happy fandom anniversary#crafty writes
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Gun x Goo x reader smut
I’ll write another one !
(No smut sorry, but I might make a nsfw part to it
Street racer AU
(Inspired by fast and furious)
WARNING: love triangle, gender neutral reader
“Ooh, Mami, this a new 'Rari. Hit 150 on the dash, I bent the corner, then she bent it for me sideways, uh I might have to fuck her on the highway, yeah”
You just stepped out of your white and red 1992 Mitsubishi Galant VR 4 hugging your friend Zoe park after she ask you to drive in her place in a local street race. There you see three other cars. A yellow and black 1970 Dodge Challenger R/T and fuzzy dice hanging in the rear view mirror with a guy with blonde hair and sunglasses chilling outside chatting with others.
A green 1993 Toyota Supra Turbo with an older guy with a shaved head and wearing a tank top chilling outside while listening to music with his friends.
Then you see a car that caught your attention. It was a black 1999 Nissan Skyline GT-R R34 with a custom painted oni design on the side. You can see the owner on the side smoking a cigarette and just waved to you. Your intrigued.
But your car was amazing too. It was gifted to you by your father. It was white and red 1992 Mitsubishi Galant VR 4 with a custom paint with hello kitty in the side.
As you enter the race the other racers were snickering and making fun of your car. Saying how it looks girly and too old. However the owner of the nissan just glanced at your car before turning back to focus on the race.
You held onto your wheel as you see the flag girl raise her bandana? Or cloth and just waved it before stepping aside for you guys to race. Then you hear a speakerphone of someone you knew. Daniel park, signaling and counting down. 3, 2, 1, and go! You all step on the pedal
Your racing and your in 3rd place before you see the bridge pull up. The green car owner stopped before you see a flash of yellow also slow down. Now it’s between your Mitsubishi and the owner of the Nissan to finish this race.
Both of you speeding up you drove off the bridge and managed to land on the other side safely.
You both returned back safely and exited the car.
There you get out and a crowd comes rushing to the both of you. Including Zoe and Daniel. They just come up to you and congratulate you. Before you see the Nissan owner also coming up to shake your hand.
“That was impressive, no one has beaten me in a race before. I’m Gun. Gun park” he just greets you with a prideful smirk.
You just smile back and shaked his car before seeing the other racers come up. The green haired guy, or Taejin just comes out pissed and throws his steering wheel out on the ground while another man with tan skinned with glasses comes up to comfort Jin. While Zoe just holds onto you and Daniel looks at Gun with caution. You noticed that the two of them had tension.
“GOD DAMMIT” you see the Blonde glasses man come up with his car totaled and goes up to Gun and grabs his collar.
They were just arguing until you came up to the both of them. “Maybe I can fix your car? I own a auto shop near the city.” Goo just comes up and holds your hand into his and smiles while tears come out of his eyes and agreed. You all bid farewells and drove home. The next day you open your shop and see them both outside with their cars. You welcome them both in offering them drinks while you fix their cars.
Goo just took a coffee while Gun took a beer and you took in Goos car to fix.
Gun couldn’t stop staring at your ass. How it fitted the suit that was covered in dirt and oil. Or how your tank top perfectly outflanked your tits. And how you had that cute hat on your head.
Goo just stared at you with admiration while you fixed his car.
It took a while but you managed to repair the man’s car and took them to the register to tell them the price.
“Good thing most of the car was alright. But for the Windshield crack repair, window replacement, windshield replacement, bumper repair and replacement, scratch repair, frame damage repair, and engine replacement it’ll cost you around 3.4K. How does that sound?” You said ringing up the prices
Goo just nudges to Gun and he groans taking out his card and swiping it. You give the receipt and take out the vehicle out of your shop.
You wave goodbye as you see them leave. Closing up the shop you see a letter left on the counter. Curiosily you went to go pick it up and read it. You see tears swell up with happiness as you see the same love letter you wrote to a good friend of yours after he had left to Japan.
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Here’s a lil’ sneak peek at a nice one; this is my daily, a 2017 Jaguar “X260” XF 20d Prestige. It just underwent a full paint correction and detail in prep for sale on Cars & Bids.
This one is finished in Ultimate Black Metallic over Latte/Espresso with Burl Walnut Gloss and Morse Code Aluminum. It’s equipped with its namesake 20d engine, a 2.0l turbodiesel I4, pushing 181 HP and 318 lb-ft of torque to all four wheels via a ZF 8-speed automatic.
It’s good for a moderate 0-60 sprint of 7.9 seconds, a top speed of 121 MPH, and upwards of 40 MPG. Where its promise really lives is all in the midrange; like most diesel engines, low-end torque is constantly there, but the immense buildup of power that comes on towards the middle of the rev range is what really keeps these pulling and pushing. Couple that natural diesel torque curve with the forced induction of a turbocharger, and this power train comes alive around 1,700 RPMs. Keeping the transmission in S and the drive modes in Dynamic will place the car squarely in that rev band and keep it there as long as possible, always spooling the turbo and maintaining a slightly higher engine speed.
The resulting performance is intoxicating; carving the winding backgrounds of Carlisle, navigating the undulating landscape of Stowe, and overtaking leisurely traffic in Manchester will never once feel slow, or lethargic, or dangerous. You just ease into the accelerator, listen for the telltale whistle, dig in, and feel as an immense surge propels your forward. It’s a charismatic power plant, and one that keeps you on your toes - always keeping you acutely aware of when and where power builds, where it wanes, how it wants to go, and where you can hand off the momentum and torque of the engine to the transmission for a kick-down.
It’s immensely helpful that Jaguar’s complex suspension setup and highly tailored geometry give this car a ride only margins away from a Mercedes-Benz, with the eager spirit of an Audi, and the sharpness of a BMW. With a nearly even weight split, a wider track than many of its primary competitors, and one of the most capable AWD systems outside of Audi Quattro, Subaru Symmetrical, and Alfa/Maserati Q4, and this car definitely poses a unique proposition for the kind of buyer that genuinely wants a nice, daily drivable, efficient, and reliable car, but with all the marks of a sporty and engaging drive, when needed. It’s a car that has usable power at all times, but especially so when you’ve reached the apex of a turn and you rocket out with immediate power on tap, or when you feel the ground rising below you and the car hunkers down and starts pulling like a Mack truck even as it climbs that hill.
In reality, the ingenuity of this car and JLR’s Ingenium engine is that it feels only a step away from a more traditional gasoline engine, but the elements that make it a diesel are not lost either. Its power is similar to any gas counterpart, but there’s far more drama and flair and theatrics with it. In some parts, it harkens back to much earlier turbocharged cars that would drive quite normally until boost kicked in, in outrageous amounts, all at once, and suddenly the entire characteristic of the experience would change. It’s the same reason why I bought not one but two (nearly) identical diesel Jaguars!
After getting t-boned in my XE 20d Prestige, I purchased an E 63 AMG that was flawless in every regard. It was exceptionally well-equipped and was by far the most insane car I’d ever owned, but after barely six months, I sold it and purchased this XF, shipping it all the way from California to Massachusetts in the height of 2022’s wildfires and market inflation, and it’s been a blast ever since.
This one is rather uniquely equipped with options such as the Comfort & Convenience and Technology Packages, plus additional à la carte options, giving it soft-close doors, heated/ventilated front seats, heated rear seats, a heated steering wheel, power liftgate, 10.2” InControl Touch Pro, 12.3” digital cockpit, 17-speaker/825W Meridian Surround Sound, and 19” Axis 14-spoke wheels.
But, with all that said, it is time for another new experience, and with the fun of summer right around the corner, I think it’s time to part ways with this charming Brit for something a little more exotic. So, I leave you now with a few photos that will be featured on Cars & Bids in the coming weeks:
Here’s a quick spot of the engine and some documentation:
#cars#car photography#cars and bids#doug demuro#cars of tumblr#british cars#jaguar#land rover#jaguar xf#turbocharged#turbo#turbodiesel#luxury#luxury cars#sports cars
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Tuned Skyline Tommykaira M20 with a clear evolved form
Minor change version "EVOLUTION" has appeared
Tommykaira M20 has undergone a minor change. Its name is "EVOLUTION". As the name suggests, the new model has a more sophisticated design.
Along with its appearance, pay attention to the running of the official tuning car. Tommykaira
Text/Satoshi Saito Photos/Shoichi Sudoh
■ Tommykaira M20 EVOLUTION
Engine Water-cooled in-line 6-cylinder DOHC turbo + intercooler
Total displacement 1998cc
Maximum output 250ps/6500rpm
Maximum torque 28.0kgm/5500rpm
Suspension F Original shock absorber + Reinforced spring Suspension R Original shock absorber + Reinforced spring +
Reinforced rear stabilizer + Super Hicas
Brake F opposed 4-piston aluminum caliper + ventilated disc
Brake R opposed 2-piston aluminum caliper + ventilated disc
Tires/wheels 205/55 R16, 7.0JJX16
Price 3.92 million yen (basic model starts at 3.42 million yen)
Tuned Skyline from TOMITA AUTO
“Tommykaira M30 & M20 Evolution” released. This car has already been released as Tommykaira M30 & M20. The M30 is a 3-liter model and the M20 is a 2-liter model.
Tommykaira M30&M20 Evolution has been released by Tomita Auto. Here, let's focus on the M20 and introduce the evolved form that lives up to its name.
Before we talk about the Evolution, let's first add a little explanation about the M20. The base vehicle is the Skyline GTS-t, and the suspension and engine are tuned based on this. However, with regard to the engine, the minimum tuning is a self-imposed task, and basically only the engine control unit and the intercooler have been replaced. Furthermore, even the muffler has not been modified for boost pressure.
With this basic tuning menu, it delivers a maximum output of 250ps/6500 rpm and a maximum torque of 28.0kgm. Suspension changes include strut tower bars, Nismo dampers, reinforced springs, and reinforced stabilizers.
In addition, it is equipped with original aluminum road wheels (7JJ x 16), aero parts, steering, and shift knob (this is also Tommykaira's identity).
The Evolution is characterized by changes to the exterior design based on the M20. Fluid form is adopted for the front and rear spoilers, and the know-how for the rear spoiler has been cultivated in the touring car race Gr A M3. It has movable flaps.
The test car also had two Recaro bucket seats, an exhaust temperature gauge, an inside/outside temperature gauge, and an oil temperature gauge were added to the center console, and the speedometer was also replaced with a 300km/h scale.
By the way, the running of the M20, which exerts 250 horsepower, is quite impressive.
PIC CAPTIONS
In addition to the conventional Tommy Kaira stripe on the side, a new "Tommy kaira" decal is also adopted. You can choose either. The fluid front spoiler is designed with the trends of the times in mind.
The rear spoiler adopts a "movable flap" that makes use of Gr.A's know-how.
The engine is a 1988cc water-cooled in-line 6-cylinder turbo + intercooler.
The leather-wrapped shift knob emphasizes texture. A glimpse into Tommy Kaira's policy
Equipped with 3-piece aluminum road wheels as standard. The size is 7.0JJX16
FEEDBACK FROM THE RACE. MOVEABLE REAR SPOILER SHINES.
In particular, the feeling of torque from 4500 to 6500 rpm far surpasses that of the normal skyline, and the test drive on winding roads was all about the fun of drawing out that power.
The engine, which dislikes high-power machines that consume gasoline like hot water, and has been kept to a minimum of tuning, can certainly be increased in power by replacing the muffler and increasing the amount of fuel in the high rotation range. I think that especially at 7000-7500 rpm, I was puzzled at first because the power didn't follow, but the engine doesn't just run. If you run according to the characteristics of the engine, you can freely drive the car so that it hits the counter lightly when entering 3rd gear.
The engine has a power band of 4500-6800 rpm. 3000 rpm or less can not be used for anything other than running around the city. However, this is the same for normal cars. In this powerband, the 205/55R16 Botenza RE71 can take the slide wherever you want it.
What's more, the rear slide doesn't slide indiscriminately, and the tires are well in contact with the road surface even when pushing into corners. Basically, it has a very high stability, and even if you start sliding, the traction will be sideways.
I can't run away
If you apply power, you can drift freely, but if you change the way you drive and save your step on the accelerator, you can enjoy stable grip driving and enjoy fast driving.
For the M20 , it would be a mistake to stop at just talking about the engine. Mr. Kaira's magic as a tuner extends to suspension tuning. Suspensions with high roll stiffness probably use springs with fairly hard spring rates.
The reason why it's so comfortable and surprisingly comfortable is that it's done with straight springs. In the low-speed range, the shock when driving over rough roads is milder than that of a normal car, and the reaction force is stronger in proportion to the contraction of the spring.
The balance with the damping rate is something where you can feel the reaction force of the spring while running.
And, of course, the damper capacity must not be exceeded.
For example, when the accelerator is turned off, the rear end is swung with all one's might, the car changes direction, and the accelerator is turned on again to restore grip and go up a corner. I don't think so. The attitude of the car is very stable.
The response to steering is also accurate, and you can put the car on the line you want. The handling is slightly under-under, which is very close to neutral. Therefore, even if you push into a corner while gripping, you can feel that the rear suspension is firmly gripping the road surface, making it easy to determine the accelerator step and steering angle. To put it another way, you can get a clear picture of your current situation because you receive reliable information from your car.
The Skyline is a very well made car. That's why it's much more fun to ride a normal car than to do half-hearted tuning, but if you ask me, I want a little more power and torque. That makes running even more fun. Of course, the speed range will increase, so I would like to make some adjustments to the suspension. The M20 Evolution fulfills that desire at a very high level. Moreover, it comes with a nice bonus that it is legal. (Satoshi Saito)
The rear spoiler is based on feedback from touring car races that TOMITA Yume Factory participates in with the BMW-M3, making it even more powerful. 81 ■Collaboration with Tomita Auto Co., Ltd. TEL 075-461-6250 TEL 075-461-6290, Tokyo 03-3301-6121
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Do you think you could write a she/her deception Cybertronian reader being found by the scavengers? Kinda the same way they found fulcrum?
(PLATONIC, no romance. The only thing I ask is to make them funny plz 🙏🙏😁)
I"M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I DID RESEARCH TO MAKE THIS PERFECT
So sorry chef ;v; hope u enjoy
Warnings: Goofs
"Uuuughh..."
Your head felt like it was going to explode. You must have sustained some sort of injury during that scrap you had with a particularly large turbo fox- that ended with you stumbling and taking just the cheeriest of jaunts down a cliff.
"Hey! She made the same sound Fulcrum did when he-"
"Shut UP. Stupidster. Damn it, Misfire, why can't you actually just find a dead one for once?"
Unfamiliar voices caught you off guard and you online your optics as quickly as possible, seeing a collection of Deception faces in front of you. Each one was so unique, especially considering your mug was now part of the collective.
"Where...? Who? WHAT!?"
"Oh great they can only speak in questions." The 'leader' of the group (Well you assumed so, he stood like a leader at least) rolled his optics and crossed his arms. That was probably the least of your concerns however. You noticed that parts of your insides were outside of you and in the hands of a smiling bot. You lurched away.
"WHY ARE MY TANKS OUT?" Misfire flinched from your scream, but a mech with a very nice chin came over to kneel beside you.
"Hey, woah." His servos smoothed your plating as well as your worries. "Sorry about my friends, we all thought you were dead." The bot pointed upwards, you had fallen a loooooong way.
"It's impressive you're even in one piece." The voice of a femme snapped you out of your shock. A medic on one wheel rolled up to you and snagged your tanks from the mech who had been holding it, and she began putting you back together. "Don't worry hun, we aren't trying to hurt ya. Just needed some fuel for our ship."
"Thanks?" At least she was patching you up.
Finally able to stand up and survey the group you saw them all staring expectantly at you.
"So like... We're the Scavengers." The second largest mech broke the awkward silence. The way he said it made your tension snap like a cord. Vents sputtered before you let out a full hearted laugh, coolest leaking from happiness and relief.
"I'm- heheh... I'm Y/N."
"Oh so they can speak without asking questions!" You shot a warning glance at the leader, feeling a bump at your side. A large Dino bot had nudged you and dropped your blaster from his mouth. Gently you placed a servo on his cheek and pet him, getting a very positive response.
"Sorry, again." The handsome mech replied. "That's Krok, he's a bit cranky at the moment. But if you really want cranky? That's Crankcase." He pointed to a blue mech with half his helm gone. A servo flew to yours to make sure that headache from earlier wasn't an indication that whatever happened to him didn't happen to you, thankfully, you're still in one piece.
"I'm Fulcrum, the better looking one of the group."
"Hey! I can get plenty of valve you cowardly piece of-" The purple mech that was holding your tanks earlier was silenced by the medic bot.
"Language, Misfire." She had thrown a bolt at him.
"And that's Misfire, and our doctor Nickel."
"Glad you're still with us kid!" Nickel beamed up at you.
Fulcrum then pointed to the two largest mechs in the group. "That dinobot is our friend Gridlock, yes, The- capitol T- Grimlock." The shock on your face must've been apparent as he explained a little further. "He doesn't remember much. Just don't walk up from behind him."
On closer investigation, that's probably what that bite mark on his shoulder was from.
"And the one that's spacing out right now? That's Spinister. Dumbest bot you will EVER have the displeasure of meeting."
Spinister was watching a piece of dust fly by when Krok elbowed him. The mech snapped to attention and waved at you politely.
Everything began to piece itself together. Where you were and how you got there. The bots packed up and were about to move on when you spoke.
"You said you were looking for fuel? I know where you can find some." Pointing back up the cliff you continued. "A damn turbofox took my energon, when I went after it I slipped and ended up here."
"So if we find the turbofox..." Crankcase began.
You helped him finish. "We can get off this planet." The others nodded in agreement. You saw Krok call the others in for a huddle. Some hushed whispers and grunts were all you heard of the conversation before they broke away and Misfire approached you.
"Alright Y/N, you show us where to get the energon, you can join the Scavengers." He tried to appear smart and charming, but the exasperated sigh from Krok and his slouched posture really made the mech seem like an idiot.
"Misfire that is not what I said." You were about to butt in with your own suggestion when you were cut off by a few tons of dinobot tumbling into you. A large tongue laved over your face.
"Oh come on Krok! Grim's already attached to her!" Misfire defended Gridlock, whose tail was wagging like a puppy. Krok looked to Fulcrum and Crankcase for backup, but the two just shrugged. Looked like everyone enjoyed your presence.
Krok pinched the bridge of his nose. "FINE. Lead the way Y/N."
#mtmte#idw#tranformers#the scavengers#misfire#krok#crankcase#spinister#fulcrim#grimlock#nickle#request#full length fic#sfw#maccadam
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NSFW Jack Frost
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Jack Frost is very gentle with you after sex. His touches are soft, and he treats you like you're very fragile.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He prefers your warmth compared to an actual body part. Eyes maybe.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
N/A
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
You are the only one that makes him weak while he is still Jack Frost.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Some would think so, because of his charisma, he's not a virgin, but he can tailor to your needs and adapt quickly.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Most likely missionary, but of course there's variations of said position. He likes being able to touch you everywhere.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He can be humorous if your feeling nervous, and very seductive if you're in the mood for that. He can tease and be playful too when you're shy.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
...HoW the FuCk Do I aNsWeR tHiS!?
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
His body temperature vastly differs from yours, so it makes for interesting sensations for both of you.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
No need unless you're involved.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Temperature play can be fun.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Bed. Most comfortable, and convenient. Although... he does have that condo...on the beach...
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
'That's for me to know, and you to audition.' *smacks arm* "Where did you come from!?"
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
'I'm not a dirty kind of guy. I'm quite vanilla, but I'm not opposed to spiked punch.' "What are you talking about??" .....I don't know anymore.'
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
'Both.'
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
'Well, I'm not a snail. Though I do like to tease. But, I'm not a turbo rocket either. You flick the abacus.' .....🤦🏻♀️
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
'Fun!'
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
'Well, I'm not going to skydive..'
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
'Despite the fact that I am a legendary figure, does not mean I'm Superman.'
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
'I don't need them. Though I've found some.' "SSSHHHhhHhhhhh..."
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
*chuckles*
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
'The walls in our home are very well insulated.' "Knock it off, I'm not a screamer." 'Yet.'
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
"I personally think his eyes and his voice are his biggest turn on for me. Especially when he's teasing, and that smirk. I'm getting warm." 'I can help with that.'
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
'I am impervious.'
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
'I'm normal. Set to drive.' *Giggles*
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
'She tanks me.'
*huphh* "Why..." *covers face*
@definitelyy-not-a-vampire I did it!
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