#you think you're already above it all when really you're only a couple steps away from regressing into a conservative.
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been thinking of street racing with aventurine bc I imagine he’d like the thrill of it too…
tags: not proofread, I typed this out in tumblr drafts, some suggestive comments, flirting, gn reader, I don't know anything about street racing so pls forgive any inaccuracies, banter (they're so silly)
Aventurine, who pulls up to the race in an edgy and sleek sports car, drawing the attention of everyone else there- yours included.
You lean against the side of your car, watching him as he leaves opponent after opponent in the dust. He's skilled, you'll give him that. From the aggressive driving style and the make and model of the car, you're betting it's just some bored teenage boy with daddy's money to burn, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't at least a little bit curious about the person behind the wheel.
A few easy wins later that night and you're slated to race against him. He takes his sweet time pulling up to the finish line, but to your surprise, he rolls his window down for the first time that night and you're able to get a good look at him. He's no teenage boy but he has the same mischievous look that implies he's up to no good.
"Checking me out already?" he remarks, his (captivating) eyes twinkling in delight, although they're hidden behind his sunglasses. "And I thought I'd for sure be the one to make the first move."
Oh, so he's a flirt too. You can barely hear him over the loud purring of his expensive and modded car's engine and you know tonight's race will be a tight one.
"I see you've got money. What's a rich boy like you doing all the way out here?"
His grin widens.
"Ooh, you’re sharp. I like that and the way you talk.”
"Why don't you tell me who you are first?"
He laughs and shakes his head. He rolls up the window, much to your irritation, but not before saying one last thing and sending a wink your way.
"If you win, I'll tell you who I am. How does that sound?"
Damn. No other choice but to accept since the race is about to start.
You end up losing, but just barely. You had to push your car to its limits and he wasn't above playing dirty too, giving you a couple of close calls throughout. Although, he at least didn't endanger your life like some others have in the past, so you'll give him that.
After the race ends, you pull into a brightly-lit gas station with some people there. Shortly after, another car pulls up next to you and he steps out.
"Not bad, not bad," he says, clapping lightly. "It's not often that I find someone that can at least keep up with me, much less overtake me a couple times."
"So you were following me."
He raises his hands as a mock display of innocence.
"Hey, relax! Don't be so hostile! I just wanted to get to know you a bit better, that's all. Besides, you wanted to know who I am, right?"
You watch as he scribbles something onto a business card.
"Wasn't that only applicable if I won?"
"Eh, I've changed my mind now," he says, handing the card to you. "I don't make deals that don’t pay off and I'd consider it a loss if I didn't get at least your number tonight."
"You still didn't answer my original question. What's someone like you doing all the way out here? Surely you have more important matters to attend to, right?"
He laughs.
"Wow, you really don't know who I am, huh?"
"... What's that supposed to mean?"
"Ah, nothing. Just talking to myself. But to answer your question... I suppose it's because I enjoy the thrill of it. It's like gambling. Not knowing whether you'll win or lose, or even live or die. After all, the higher the stakes, the higher the excitement- why're you looking at me like that?"
"… You're insane."
"Sure, sure, sweetheart. I'll pretend that your reasons aren't the same as mine and that the adrenaline rush doesn't excite you every time. Why else would you willingly race, night after night?"
With one last wink, he gets into his car and drives away. You finally glance at the business card, only to do a double take and gape at it in shock when you realize its contents.
Aventurine, one of the IPC's Ten Stonehearts? No way... this guy's an IPC exec?
You don't know whether to feel proud about the fact that you got an IPC executive's number without trying or humiliated about the whole exchange...
There's a winking smiley face and an "call me xoxo" written next to the phone number.
And against your better judgement, you do just that.
He turns out to be an interesting companion. You'd think that with his demanding position, he'd be traveling all over the galaxy every day- which is true, to an extent, but he's always there for your weekly races and frequently drags you out shopping with him. He teaches you how to play poker and how to count your cards, if you didn't know how to already. He then tries to get you to play a round or two against him, which you promptly refuse each time.
("I spent all that time teaching you how to play and this is what I get in return? Boo, you're no fun. But a round or two never hurt anyone, right?"
"Aventurine, even a round or two is a surefire way to go into debt to you. Absolutely not."
He pouts and grumbles like a little kid every time.)
He also pays for additional mods to your car. When you try to refuse him, he merely brushes off your concerns.
"Sweetheart, I don't think you understand," he said back then. "I make more in a day than what it costs to mod your car. To me, this is nothing. Besides, I want an opponent who can keep up with me. If you start falling behind, well, then that's no fun for both of us, right?"
One night, there’s a particularly high-stakes race that you’re slated to compete in. The cash prize is one that’s too big for anyone to pass up.
Well, except for Aventurine. That amount of money is probably nothing by his standards.
For once, he’s not racing. When it’s your turn, he waves you over with a teasing smile as you’re getting ready.
“Say, how about raising the stakes for tonight?”
“What now?”
“Let’s make a bet.”
“… Fine.”
“If you win, we go on a date together. My treat, of course. If you lose, then you’ll have to play a round of poker with me.”
There isn’t an ounce of shame in his words. You openly gape at him as he beams at you proudly.
“… What?”
“You heard me.”
“Why though?”
He shrugs.
“Simple. I know this is a bet that will pay off. And I’ve been wanting this to happen for a long time now. So…”
He leans in close, lips teasingly brushing over your ear for a moment.
“Don’t disappoint me. I want to see you try and turn the tides in your favor for this race.”
You pull away from him.
“I accept, but only because I am not going into debt because of poker.”
He laughs.
“Go on then, sweetheart. I want to see you leave everyone behind in the dust. Oh, and don’t forget your good luck kiss!”
Aventurine blows a kiss to you. You roll your eyes as you climb into your car. Insufferable, that’s what he is. But if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s reading people. Meaning he must’ve noticed that you wanted this too.
You roll your neck and focus on the road ahead. The race is about to begin.
That cash prize and date with Aventurine is yours.
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Love to think that Anakin purposefully lets you land hits on him during training so that he can go back to his rooms and press and poke his bruises you’d give him. He’d imagine it was you, and it gets him so rock hard
-el (@anakin-skywalker-always)
i had to take a deep breath after i read this... i wanna beat the shit out of him <333
obvious cw for impact play/masochism, don't read if it'll bother you
this post is 18+, minors dni.
you notice that after the first couple of times that you spar by chance, he ends up standing conveniently next to you in your saber class from then on. he tries to play it off as just having found a seat/corner that he really likes and maybe you believe it, maybe you don't, but what he's really after is to get you to beat the crap out of him. he finds out that this is so enticing after only your first session together, because you were partnered together by chance and he'd stayed up a little too late watching a holoshow and after three tries obi-wan probably gave up on telling him to get some sleep. so he's tired and a little grouchy (he's absolutely pissy) but the one thing he's a master at over all else is dueling, right? he flourishes in his saber classes, he steps up to it with a liiiiittle too much confidence, and it only takes one second late for his sleep-lagged brain to register your foot heading for his face until your heel is ramming into his jaw and he's knocked to the floor.
you're not thirteen anymore, you're either older padawans or already knights, so no one monitors your matches too closely. you won't be reprimanded for kicking him rather than swinging your saber, because this class is less about learning the different forms of dueling and more about honing your sparring skills to fight in actual battles. your move had been totally fair, and if he'd just gone to bed on time, he'd have seen it coming and been able to block it, but now he's knocked on his ass with a searing pain in his jaw, wide eyes, and a feeling he should not be experiencing now of all times below the belt. he stares back up at you, and at first, he's pissed. how dare you beat him at his best game, how dare you fight dirty and knock The Chosen One on his butt in front of the entire class? but then he watches your sly smirk as you stare down at him, your saber still ignited as you hold it by your side, and he fully registers what that misplaced sensation is down below, and oh maker he thinks you're so fucking hot.
he's a little slow to get back up on his feet, and he's ridiculously grateful for the loose jedi garb that hides his predicament from you. he nods once, trying not to let it show on his face that he'd actually liked getting k.o'd by you, and gears up for another fight.
he doesn't want to seem too obvious, but he wants to test his theory again. so he lets you win roughly half of your matches, and the other half, he uses the rest of his quickly dwindling energy to overpower you. he has a fleeting thought that you might also be taking pity on him for having such an off day and you might be letting him win, but that bruises his ego too much and that's about the only part of him he doesn't want you to bruise, so he pushes the thought away.
he's careful to avoid your saber, but you quickly catch on that hand-to-hand combat is what usually trips him up, and you're very generous with the punches and kicks you throw his way. every time his body makes rushed contact with the mat below him, whether it be his shoulder slamming against it when you knock his feet out from under him, or his nose cracking against it and leaving behind a dull ache, he lets the pain spread through his body, letting it rush straight south to his embarrassingly stiff cock. he feels so juvenile, popping a boner in class, but he wrestles it down as much as possible before your session is up. he relishes the surprisingly arousing feel of your knuckles smashing against his face or arm, and kriff it feels so good when you knee him just above the dick, somewhere on the left side of his waist. Like you know he's achingly hard beneath his flowy tunics, like you're teasing him.
he passes up the opportunity to eat after the session is dismissed, and rushes straight back to his quarters. he locks himself in the bathroom and sees a bruise quickly forming at his jaw where you'd initially kicked him. peeling away the layers of his robes, he finds several more aching splotches across his tanned skin, a sight that makes him greedy for more. he tentatively pushes his fingers into one on his side and though his instinct is to get away from the pain, his fingers press relentlessly into him as his cock twitches in his briefs. he moans, he audibly and uncontrollably moans at that first contact, feeling the memory resurface of your elbow jamming into his skin and staining it black and blue.
he gets off three times in the bathroom before his next engagement. three times. he tugs on his cock with embarrassing desperation as he uses his other hand to aggravate the painful marks you'd left all over his body, each persistent push of his digits against a bruise flooding shameful heat and pain through him. he cums on his hand, then his stomach, and by the third orgasm he slumps against the wall and zones out while staring at a bruise you'd left on his thigh. he cleans up and gets himself re-dressed, but the bruise on his jaw is still tantalizingly visible. he inspects it, turns his face to the side while his eyes track it in the mirror. his mind conjures up the most delicious image of your mouth latched onto the mark, sucking and biting and making it worse, so much worse. he wants you to make him worse, he wants you to pummel him into the ground and then bite at all of his bumps and bruises until he's blacking out from the pain. his exhausted dick threatens to jump in his briefs at the image so he pushes it down, if only to be on time for his next class or meeting or meditation or whatever else he's got planned for the day. he does, however, revisit the image in his quarters later that night, where he again receives shamefully less sleep than he should. this time, though, he's not taken by a holodrama, he's enamored with the thought of you beating him up further, and he formulates a shoddy, half-baked plan to get you to knock him around some more.
he spends the next few sparring sessions as your partner, once again pretending he's losing to you a fair amount of times. you grow to be friends, if you weren't already, and you even touch the bruise on his jaw before it fades completely. you brush your fingers over it softly, apologetically, like you're trying not to hurt him, when all he really wants you to do is slap the mark, slam your hand against his face so that it gets worse, not better.
after those few sparring sessions, whoever's officially supervising you realizes that you two are always together. he doesn't want either of you to fall into a rhythm of each other's fighting styles, doesn't want things to be predictable or easy, so he bans you from being partnered for a while. he tells you both to find new partners, and while you shoot him a sympathetic smile, anakin's busy glaring holes into the back of the master's head when he walks away. he feels that rush of anger again, like he had when you'd first knocked him over, but this time of course it doesn't fade to pleasure. it burns white hot through his body, how dare they take you away from him? how dare they try to separate you? and he almost feels bad for taking that anger out on the poor man he'd had to partner with. he doesn't feel the need to fake a loss with the guy, and he pulls victories in every single match that they have together, just like he used to before he discovered his penchant for pain. for your pain, for your violence.
he uses this as an excuse, though. to ask you to spar with him outside of your classes. he pitches this sob story about how everyone else in the class isn't as good as you are, and how you're the only one he can't consistently beat. how you two should start sparring on the side, to keep each other on your toes. and of course you agree, because you're friends with him now, and you're somewhat ego-boosted by the thought of being too good at sparring for anakin skywalker to beat.
private sparring sessions are so much better, anakin finds. there's no audience, no one to marvel at how he so easily drops to the mat after a punch from you. no one to call your attention over to them, even for a second. it's just the two of you, and you always lose track of time and spar for hours. it means that anakin leaves your sparring sessions a lot more broken and bruised than he typically did from your classes, which only means more late nights relentlessly jacking himself off while pressing his hand against the marks.
when he does it he snaps his eyes shut, imagining it's your hand. he likes seeing the bruises, but he likes imagining that you're the one aggravating them even more, so he screws his eyes shut and pokes at the spots until they scream with pain. his other hand is busy beating his dick, slicked with his own spit but well-smeared with precum now, as he drives his fingers against his own sore spots envisioning you tormenting him further. his breathing comes hot and heavy and panted as he does it, aching chest convulsing as he spits the foulest stream of huttese curses he can fathom. his teeth are clenched and his fist is too, accidentally squeezing his poor abused red-tipped cock too hard and only hurting himself further. there’s something so carnal and feral and lustful about the thought of you doing it on purpose, you bursting blood beneath his skin and hitting him, staining his skin with the residue of your want for him. he gets off every night, multiple times a night to the vision of you sneering at him, slapping his sore spots and biting at them until he's in agony. he truly doesn't know why his brain has crosswired pleasure and pain, but he'll let you beat the shit out of him any day, if it means he gets to fuck his fist later and pretend you're the one poking and prodding at his bruises until he cums hard.
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he was there, and then he wasn't (various yandere characters x gn reader) (angstober day 3)
he was there when you first met.
helping you up after someone bumped into you, you couldn't help but blush at the handsome male who helped you up to your feet. calling you adorable with that attractive voice of his... wait, did he just give you his number?! is he implying that he wants to see you again?!
he was there when you two went on your first date.
you had decided to meet that cute guy who helped you up a few days back. i mean, what could possibly go wrong? he looked nice enough, talked charmingly... you're sure it would be fine. and if it doesn't, you could just pretend to have never have met him and go on with your life! what's the worst that could happen?
he was there when you decided to confess to him.
okay, so that first date went better than expected and now you two were dating, fantastic. you two were like two peas in a pod, the perfect duo, soulmates even! geez, you wonder what your life would've been like if he hadn't been there. must've been really lonely since you now felt that your soul is complete.
he was there when you moved in with him
your relationship had progressed really well and smoothly! apart from a few bumps here and there caused by his jealousy and possessiveness, everything else was great! he was an amazing boyfriend, loving and caring for your every need, and he was a great cook! what more could you ask for? plus that dick was 10/10.
so when he brought up taking the next step, of course you agreed! it's like being a married couple already hehe ♡
he was there when you two first fought.
okay so you two got into your first little argument... could you guess what it was for? that's right! he got jealous that you were spending more time with another man, aka your coworker!
it was horrible. i mean, isn't he being too possessive? sure, it may be endesring at first but after a while it gets too suffocating... maybe you should bre-
oh and he's already apologizing with flowers and tears in his eyes?! shit now you feel bad :( why would you even think of breaking up with your sweet boyfriend? he's just perfect for you! so what if he's possessive? you can overlook this tiny fact haha...
he was there when he proposed to you.
you couldn't believe it. is this... actually happening?! the love of your life proposed to you?! holy shit you can't control your feelings right now...
and so, you sobbed into your lover's chest, happily telling him you loved him as he chuckles, stroking your head in an attempt to comfort you. all while having natching rings on your fingers, promised to each other forever more.
and he was there when you realised that it was no more than a happy dream.
and it was the day of your wedding. the day you longed for, only for it to be ruined when you were informed that your lover had been caught in an accident, taking his life away.
sobbing your heart out, it felt like the world had come crashing down on you. you had promised your life with him and he just left so suddenly?!
maybe this was the way the heavenly beings above pulled a joke? causing you to meet your soulmate, making you two fall in love, and then taking him away from you at your happiest? whatever it is, you were now crushed, as though a part of you had been taken away.
seriously... if you knew this would've happened, you wouldn't have gone out on that god forsaken day. because while the times with him were the happiest, the times without him now would be ultimately depressing.
for he was your other half, the one who completes your soul. and when he left, he took half of your soul with him.
dazai osamu(?), gojo satoru, venti, childe, welt yang(?), jingyuan, aki hayakawa, your faves<3
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Note: This was supposed to be a 50 word shitpost, I hate myself. Born from a mixture of being exposed to too much Dr. Ratio art tonight and being a massive coward. Not proofread because this is my 20th hour awake.
Warnings/tags: suggestive, student/teacher, miscommunication, comfort, age gap (reader is university student and Ratio is probably 35 is my bet?)
Minors, ageless, blank blogs will be blocked DNI
Thinking about attending one of Dr. Ratio's classes, and you're a little confused but you've got the spirit. Ultimately, due to a bunch of external turmoil in your life, you end up getting a poor result on a test, prompting him to call you over after class.
With shaky hands, you head up to the podium as your classmates file out, taking the white noise with them and leaving you alone to face his disappointment. It didn't help how badly you'd like to perform well, impress him, hear him praise you.
With your hands rubbing your eyes, an apology had already begun taking shape on you tongue, it never made it past your lips.
"It's come to my attention that you've been struggling with the latest addition to our curriculum, and seeing as you-"
"I really tried, okay? It just- I haven't had enough time and everything went to shit and and-" you can barely get the words out, heart lurching at how much it hurt, wanting nothing more than plead with him to let you stay.
Tears stung in the corners of your eyes, vision blurry already. Probably for the better so you wouldn't risk looking up and seeing his disappointment. You kept your gaze down even as he cleared his throat barely able to focus on the sound. He continued in a strangely gentle tone, it felt almost out of place.
"As I was saying; seeing as you generally perform above average, it stood to reason that something had impeded your studies. If it could interest you, you are welcome to come by my office to brush up."
And that's how you found yourself anxiously pacing back and forth in the hallway a couple of days later. Your attire left little to the imagination, wanting to make sure he didn't regret giving you a chance. After all, his words had been oozing with subtext, right?
His reaction left something to be desired, merely coughing into his hand before turning his head away, beckoning you inside. It was a tense affair, sitting across from him and trying to keep still as he began lecturing. At some point he slid a sheet of questions across the desk for you, observing as you tried to solve them and gently nudging you to the correct methods.
"Doctor? I thought we were, you know, that you'd raise my grade if I uhm..." your voice faltered, seeing him pointedly look away only made your confusion more apparent.
"There was never a promise of raising your grade, this was meant as an offer if you were interested. And as for what you were trying to accomplish with that," he gestured towards you, voice sounding a little strained, "it goes against not only the regulations at this insitution, but most certainly also my own moral compass."
A beat of silence turned into two as shame spread in your body. Of course he hadn't meant it like that. And how did you come up with the idea that he'd offered to raise your grade? This was awful. Maybe dropping his class would be for the better.
"With that being said, I am willing to overlook this little incident if you truly wish to understand. Leaving now won't reflect poorly on your final grades."
It took a couple of minutes of contemplation, but you decided to stay, gratefully accepting the cardigan he slid off his shoulders and handed you, pulling it around your body. He'd looked pleased when you accepted the proposition, a pleasant smile passing over his face before he went back to making sure you not only knew, but understood every part of the theories.
You'd been so relieved when you'd finished, a spring to your step as you waved and left, confirming you'd like to continue next week if he had time. He'd been so pleased by your smile that he couldn't bring himself to ask for his garment back, you'd realise in time and bring it back.
As soon as the door was closed, he was able to stand up from his desk, smile vanishing as his hands gripped the wood tightly, barely able to stifle a groan. He did feel bad for the hardness pressing against his pants, but not enough that the thought of relieving himself didn't cross his mind. It would be a long semester.
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Rielleeeeee, congrats on your milestone darling, im so so proud of you!! I would like to request some fluff with Wooyoung, based off taylor swift's how you get the girl 🤍 Take your time and congrats once again, your event is cute like you 🤍
✨️part of my 300 milestone event 🪄
title: broke your heart, i'll put it back together (song: how you get the girl by taylor swift)
pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader
genre: exes to lovers, fluff, angst if you squint
warning/s: none
wc: 1.2k
a/n: oh sweet chip!! 🥺 stfu she called me cute im blushing i got a lil carried away with this hence the wc but likeee i hope i somehow put enough fluff here for u to enjoy?? hehe tysm again bby! ♡
* reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated!
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Wooyoung was soaking wet.
However, he doesn't mind in the very least. Not even when the fabric of his dress shirt and slacks uncomfortably clings to his body, the wetness of it all spreading goosebumps in his skin as the nightly air blows past him.
See he's not planning on giving up. Not until you open the door and hear him out. Standing outside your doorstep while the rain is pouring doesn't really faze him that much.
Truth be told, Wooyoung's supposed to be aboard the plane right now—completely missing his flight which was just a couple minutes ago. While some may have panicked, he's all but that. Although, he is a tad bit nervous.
Not because he knows his parents will be bombarding him with phone calls and text messages once they know that he's not on a plane returning to gloomy London tomorrow morning—the hell with London and his furious parents. Rather, it's mainly because of you, and you're the only one Wooyoung cares about right now, frankly.
You—who he didn't even get a glimpse of for half a year. Which he thinks he really deserves after deciding to leave you out of the blue. Well, not really out of the blue since he had his reasons, and yeah, well…that's another story for later.
The thing is, tonight wasn't really planned in the slightest. In fact, Wooyoung, coming to your college reunion was a spontaneous decision made by him after Kang Yeosang—one of your friends—accidentally let the fact, that you'll be attending said reunion, slip out from his blabbering mouth.
That random information which luckily fell in Wooyoung's grasp spurred him to grab any clothing his eyes could land on and come rushing in his car to attend tonight's reunion which he so adamantly refused to go to.
And Wooyoung is glad that he did go. Because, as soon as he steps inside the nostalgic campus grounds and through the long hallway leading towards the gymnasium, he sees you.
You who looked stunning dressed in that white dress he had gifted you way back then, just barely a year in your relationship. Wooyoung bought that dress with the thought of putting a ring on your finger someday.
And he is hoping that despite all that's been said and done between you two, that 'someday' will still be just right around the corner.
If only you'd just open up and hear his words tonight, then it possibly would.
The heavens above might just be hearing his pleas, or he just looks too pathetic already that they can't stand a second longer of seeing him standing under the rain—if he's really unlucky, they might even send down a lightning bolt or something.
Wooyoung squints his eyes when he sees the beige curtains on your window move slightly. He wasn't sure at first if he was just seeing things, but then he catches sight of how one of your dangly earrings subtly produced a needle-like flash due to the LED lights on your porch.
His heart does a little leap at the fact of you peeking at him and the possibility of you opening the door.
But that moment of subtle joy fades when you open the door and then it reveals you—you with puffy eyes and a red nose. His heart almost breaks at the sight of you just hesitatingly opening the door even wider.
"You're insane." Were your first words to him that night.
"It's just a little rain," He replies, offering the smallest of smiles, not really sure how to react now that you're finally facing each other.
You sniffle and shake your head, for a second, you look down at your fiddling hands, and then you're looking back at him, gaze sharp, "Why are you here, Wooyoung?"
"I- well, I—"
"Why am I even talking to you?" You sigh, already moving to close the door but of course he puts a foot in, preventing the door from shutting on his face, and preventing you from shutting him away from your life furthermore.
"I'm really not supposed to be here right now, but here I am," Wooyoung spits out in a rush. "Please, just…hear me out?" He asks, his voice sounding out to be a lot smaller.
"Woo-" You stop yourself, sighing, "Come on in, let's get you dry first."
You were too nice, too nice even to someone who broke your heart, Wooyoung thinks. But that's why he's here, hell-bent on fixing things with you and proving to you that he won't do that same mistake of leaving you ever again.
"You're wearing the dress. I thought…you threw it already," Wooyoung speaks up by the time you come back to him with a towel and some spare clothes. His old clothes, he takes note.
"Y-Yeah, I thought it'd be suitable for the theme of the reunion." You shrug, handing him the towel while you hang the clean clothes on the sofa's arm. And then he hears you clear your throat.
"I know you're still drying yourself up, but…why are you here, Woo?"
"Funny you should ask me that because I should be in a plane back to London right now but-"
"You missed your flight?!" You cut off his ramblings with a shout.
"Willingly, Y/N. I missed my flight willingly and I'm very pleased with it." Wooyoung smirks.
"What would your-"
"And that is why you should hear me out tonight or my sacrifice would literally mean nothing," Wooyoung replies with a pout, and then he spreads the towel on half of the sofa, sits down, and then pats the empty space, that was also wet towel-free, beside him.
Wooyoung goes on about his mistakes, his reasons, and countless of apologies while you fiddled with the hem of your dress for most of it.
"I mean, i-it's only been six months, Woo. The memory is still fresh and…" You don't get to finish what you were saying as the tears finally escape you. Wooyoung immediately cups your face in his hands and wipes the tears that keep coming, his touch, ever so gentle.
"I would wait forever and ever. Because I want you for worse or for better, and everything in between, Y/N." He whispers, already in tears as well, and when your previously quivering lips break into a smile, he does the same.
But then, Wooyoung's phone resounds with a ding, which got both of your attention. You were the first one to look away and stare at the phone on the table, an audible gasp leaving your mouth when you saw the picture that served as his lockscreen.
"You never changed it…" You point out, looking back at him and seeing Wooyoung's lips break into an even wider grin.
A picture taken during the 26th of November, Wooyoung's birthday. A picture of him kissing you on the cheek while you're wearing your brightest smile. A picture he randomly self-captured with his phone as soon as his lips met the softness of your cheek—your giggles filling the entire apartment.
It was the same day that he gave you that dress, and the very day that you finally said yes to him being your boyfriend. The day you officially became his other half, and he, yours.
#wooyoung x reader#cromernet#pirateeznet#Hiraya-M#k-labels#ateez x reader#ateez scenarios#wooyoung fluff#ateez fluff#wooyoung scenarios#ateez imagine#dairyminkiwrites#dairyminki_atzwy#dairyminki's 300 milestone event#m: jaehunnyy#💌—dream.with.elle
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W. Afton x Reader [Brat Taming] Part 2
part one
tags: @billhaderstan420 , @bmbsonmondaymornings , @mxstly-melancholy
Minors DNI. Reader is assumed to be 18+ in an established BDSM relationship with William Afton. This is my first formal BDSM style smut fic, so be kind in the comments! Feedback is encouraged!
TW: use of restraints, generally BDSM, dom/sub, age gap, use of word "daddy", forced orgasm, CNC
Note: slag means slut
He slaps a pair of pink fuzzy cuffs onto your wrists and tightens them.
"You're coming with me sweetheart, you're gonna really regret messing with me tonight love."
You knew this was coming. Of course he wasn't going to just forgive you for your bratty actions. Even so, fear and arousal twist at your insides. What on earth did he have planned for you?
He practically drags you up the stairs. He laughs as he pulls you along by your collar. He opens the door to your bedroom and tosses you onto the bed. Locking the door behind him, he turns to you.
"I'm going to make you cum so much that you'll be quivering and begging for my forgiveness by the end of it."
Orgasm denial was a common tactic of his to get you to behave, but multiple orgasms, you had no idea what that would do to you. You've always been sensitive, after just one orgasm you find yourself completely spent and strung out. Part of you was already beginning to regret your bratting, but there was no use begging for forgiveness now.
He walks over to you, grabbing you again by the collar, pulling you up. He drags you to a wall that is covered head-to-toe with whips, paddles, and various restraints. Shoving you up against it, he lifts your hands above your head, securing your cuffs tightly to a hook on the wall. Just high enough to make you stand on the front of your feet, almost tip-toeing.
"Spread your legs so I can restrain them."
Without meaning to, you chuckle nervously.
"Oh you think this is funny lovey?
"N-no, I'm sorry Mr. Afton I didn't mean to--"
He slaps you.
"Didn't mean to what? Be a gigantic bratty whore? Didn't mean to refuse to listen to Daddy? Please, you meant all of it darling.
"Now.. open. your. fucking. legs."
His use of Daddy struck you, he only uses it when he really wants to degrade you. To remind you of how much older he is than you. To remind you that you're just his little girl, and he's the big scary one. You refused to give in so easily to his degradation.
"....Make me."
His hand shot up to grab you by the neck, forcing you to look into his cold grey eyes. He leans in and presses his forehead against yours.
"Well, it's your funeral love... You asked for this."
He forces his knee in between your legs, splitting them open. Leaning down slightly, he wraps and tightens the straps around your left ankle, then your right. He lifts up your skirt to reveal your lack of underwear.
"Oh, well at least my little slag follows some of our rules."
He steps back, admiring you, exposed and partially nude, strapped against his bedroom wall. Turning to the bed, he crouches down and pulls out a box of toys. He pulls out the most powerful vibrator you own. This magic wand was always a little too intense for you; you couldn't even get past the second setting without squirting and cumming within thirty seconds. He was not playing around with you anymore, this was about pure and total submission. This wasn't just funishment, this was about punishment. It wouldn't be enough to play along and beg after a couple orgasms. No, you'd need to truly beg for his forgiveness this time. You'd need to be truly and utterly sorry.
He plugs it into the wall next to you. After clicking a couple buttons, it whirs to life. The buzzing is loud, louder than you thought the little device could be capable of making. It was set to the highest setting.
Without giving you much time to prepare, he presses it against your greedy clit. Almost instantly you jolt and try to turn away from the device, but you're unable to move. Hot juices begin to drip down your inner thighs. Within seconds you've squirted, and then the first orgasm rips through you.
"Please... Mr. Afton... aahhh!" You cry.
"Too late now bunny, I need to teach you a lesson."
Pain and pressure build within you, another orgasm was coming and you could do nothing to stop it. The device was so strong you could feel the vibrations through your ass, back, and spine. It felt cold and hot at the same time, burning through you without remorse.
"aaahhgg.... daddy.... please...ghhhh."
Another orgasm ripples through you. You arch your back against the restraints. Sweat runs down your shoulder blades.
"Please... no more... I'm sorry Daddy aaahh!"
"Sorry what was that? You're sorry?"
He presses the vibrator into you harder. It feels like the vibrations are torturing every molecule and atom in your feminine form. Yet another orgasm, the third one to be exact, is wrenched out of you. Moaning and squirming under him.
You started to hear animalistic desperate sounds. Unable to tell that they were coming from you at first. They sounded so pathetic, so whore-ish. That's exactly what you are. Afton's little whore. Nothing more, nothing less. You exist to please him. You should feel lucky to be with him, but instead you decided to be a little brat and disobey your ultimate master. This was too much for you, this had to stop. You swear internally that you'll never disobey him like this again.
Climax after climax, you begin to lose count.
"I'm sorry Daddy please...! I'm sorry please forgive me.."
"Good... we're getting there, just a little further... beg a little more sweetie."
"Daddy please... I was being stupid, very stupid... Please stop I'll listen I swear on my life please!"
"Still not good enough darling, try a little harder."
You cum again. The wand and his hand starting to become slick from you.
"I am your pathetic little whore... I was wrong... please god... please I can't... I'm sorry.. I won't do that ever again.."
He pulls the vibrator away.
"Good bunny. You promise you're sorry?"
"Yes! I promise I promise!"
"Good girl, the rules are there for a reason see? That wasn't so bad, I could have done a lot worse love."
He unties your legs and unbuckles your handcuffs. You nearly crumple to the floor before he catches you.
"There there love, I've got you, it's okay now."
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Minutes later, you're fast asleep in bed after Afton cleaned you up and fed you some water. You knew he could be harsh, but in the end you were his one and only little bunny. This was much better than being punished, you decide.
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write me a fic where like everyone lived but over time the gang all moved out of Tulsa and stopped talking as much- and how those idiots reunited and what was it like?
UGHHHH I LOVE HOW YOU THINK POOKIE
I am NOT good at writing fics so this is probably gonna be either bad or ooc (probably both)
Ponyboy leans back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head and groaning at the feeling of his back popping. He's really gotta stop hunching over his desk like this.
He surveys his work so far. The book is nowhere near done, and he's still gotta edit it, but he's happy with his progress.
As he's putting his laptop away, the phone on his desk rings. He groans, assuming its the publishing house asking about his progress again. He picks it up regardless.
"Hello?"
"Pony?"
"Soda?"
Pony hasn't heard from either of his brothers in a while. It's not that they're on bad terms, it's just that none of them have reached out, at least not to Ponyboy.
"Hey Pony. Uh- Johnny's coming in next week. I know this is last minute, but do ya' wanna come over? We're all gonna be there."
What, did Soda think Ponyboy wanted nothing to do with any of them? Maybe he is as dumb as he says he is.
"Course, Soda. Where? The old house?"
"Yeah. Darry's just as stubborn as he's always been, didn't wanna get out."
They both laugh. Pony wonders why he hadn't reached out before now.
"I'll be there. Even Dally'll be there?"
"Yup. I'm just as shocked, but I think Dally'd do anything for Johnny."
Dally had moved back to New York shortly after he'd turned 18. Up state. He didn't want anything to do with New York City. Last Ponyboy heard, he was going to Watertown.
Pony had never heard of it, but it's not like he could convince Dally not to do something. Nobody could, except for Johnny.
Dally had wanted to move to Rochester, but Johnny's mom had moved there shortly before, and Johnny didn't wanna run into her while visiting Dally.
"Right. I'll get on a plane as fast as I can."
"Alright, Cali-boy."
Pony snorts. "Don't call me that."
The line goes dead, indicating Soda had hung up. Pony puts the phone back on the receiver.
The phone ringing cuts through the air. Pony groans. That's definitely the publishing house now.
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Ponyboy didn't think he'd be flying places so soon. Sure, he'd had to travel for those book signings last month, but he usually only does those every couple years since they take a lot out of him.
As he grabs his luggage from the overhead bin and shuffles out of the plane with the crowd, trying to avoid being recognized even if he's in Oklahoma, he can't help but feel excited.
He hasn't seen the gang in years. Dally had moved out the second he could, as did Steve.
Two-Bit stayed with his mama for a couple more years after that until she got fed up with him doing nothing but drink all day and kicked him out.
Johnny moved out as soon as he could, and Ponyboy doesn't blame him. His dad had stayed in town afterall, even after Johnny's mom left to live closer to her family.
Ponyboy left before Sodapop did, even though he's younger. Darry hadn't left, apparently.
Ponyboy was just gonna grab a rental car and head out to Tulsa, but he gets absolutely body slammed by someone as soon as he's out in the main lobby. Pony shrieks and starts to fight the unknown person off, until he hears them laugh.
"Sodapop Curtis!" He scolds Soda. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"I can't help it! I was just so excited to see you!"
Ponyboy huffs, sitting up as Soda gets off him.
"Help me up, asshole."
Soda snickers and does as Ponyboy asked him to.
"You got everything? I'll drive you."
"Yeah, I got everything."
Sodapop smiles at him. Ponyboy can't help but smile back, regardless of how annoyed he is.
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When Ponyboy gets through the door he's already being tackled again.
"Ponyboy!"
"Keith!" He squawks, "Get off!"
Sodapop laughs as he steps around them. "You're awful popular today, Pony."
Darry yanks Two-Bit off him, tossing him on the couch right on top of Steve. Two-Bit continues to cackle even as Steve shouts at him and Darry.
"Sorry, Pony. I've been tryin' to reel him in." Darry helps Pony up off the floor.
"It's alright, Darry. I know you've probably got you hands full with him and Dal and Soda."
"Dal ain't here yet, Pone," Johnny pipes up. He'd been so quiet Ponyboy hadn't even noticed him there.
Pony grins, going in for a hug. "Hey, Johnny."
Johnny smiles back, hugging Ponyboy tight. Jesus, the guy's gotten tall. "Hey, Pony. How you been? How's Cali?"
Pony shrugs. "Well, it's Cali." Ponyboy pulls away from Johnny, but keeps him within arms reach by settling his hands on Johnny's shoulders. "How's Mexico?"
"Fine, better than stayin' with my old man."
Johnny had moved in with his dad's side of the family in Mexico. They're nicer than him, which makes Ponyboy wonder what the hell happened to that man to make him so bitter.
"Ain't that the truth? How long are you stayin'?"
"Just a week, then my visa runs out. Wish I could stay longer," Johnny sighs.
"Wish I could too. Where's Dally?"
"Probably still on the plane. I think it takes longer to get here from Watertown than Los Angeles."
"It does," Pony confirms, "Only took me three hours to get here."
Johnny pulls Pony into a hug again. "Still too long, I think," He mumbles into Pony's shoulder.
Ponyboy rolls his eyes, patting Johnny's back. "Yeah, yeah."
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Dally comes through the door an hour after everyone gets settled. Johnny hops right off the couch to greet Dally with a hug.
Dally doesn't push him back, but only pats his back. "Glory, kid. You got tall. What're they puttin' in the water down there?"
"Missed you, Dal."
"Missed you too, Johnnycake." Dally pats him on the back one more time, and then gently pushes Johnny back.
"How's Watertown?"
"Fine. Ain't like New York City, that's for sure."
"Well, that's good." Johnny smiles.
"Kinda. It's kinda boring, too."
Johnny snickers. "Good to see you haven't changed much, Dal."
"You ain't changed either, Johnnycake." Dally grins.
Johnny rolls his eyes. "Oh, I've changed plenty, Dal."
"Agree to disagree. Where's Cali-boy?"
"Quit callin' me that!" Pony shouts from his old bedroom. Darry had told him he could set up there for the week.
"Well, there he is." Johnny smiles.
#the outsiders#ponyboy curtis#sodapop curtis#darry curtis#darrel curtis#johnny cade#dally winston#dallas winston#two bit mathews#steve randle#this was the fic I lost all of </3#It was supposed to be longer but I lost everything up to Ponyboy getting tackled by Two-bit 💀
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kissed me breathless
how many drinks has it been? seven? eight? maybe nine?
it may be even more, you've certainly stopped counting after a couple of drinking games that had you too competitive to focus on anything else. everything's a blur, you don't remember who you came here with nor remember the reason why you're here at this house party.
it's early in the morning, possibly 3 or 4 am. the moon is high in the sky and the number of people at the party has significantly decreased since you've arrived. you feel like it's also time for you to leave, to finally go home and reduce the pains of an oncoming hangover but you're unable to bring yourself to.
you're instead threading your fingers through dark, messy curls, tugging it ever so slightly as he continues to kiss you like it was his last time. it probably will be his last time. and so you kiss the stranger back.
he's tall, handsome, and a good kisser on top of that. he's doing everything right. kissing with the right amount of pressure, holding your face tenderly while pulling you in for another round. the kisses are slow, sensual and despite the fact that the both of you are drunk, it was the most romantic make out session of your life. it's clear that he doesn't want to let you go, and you don't wanna go either.
you're not quite sure how you got into this situation. was it the countless shots of liquid courage? this was something sober you wouldn't have ever done. but after hours of doing nothing but make out with this stranger, it has been the most enchanting thing you've done tonight and you don't regret it at all.
"i can't get enough of you," he says, breaking away slightly to catch his breath. you take this chance to really take a look at his face. it's slightly sweaty from kissing you but you find him extremely attractive. the two moles above his eyebrow steals your attention, preventing you from looking away. and his voice was deep and quiet, saying things only for you to hear.
he leans in for another kiss, this one lighter and more cautious than the previous ones. it makes you yearn for more.
and so you kiss him back with more intensity.
i want you, your kisses seem to say.
and he understands it completely, matching your speed and pressure as his other hand slides towards the small of your back to pull you in closer for a deeper kiss.
with your heart pounding, you gather the courage to finally ask the stranger for his name. you don't want to leave this night without knowing the stranger that left you so breathless.
"sakusa," he says, and after a brief pause he adds on, "kiyoomi."
with a smile, you whisper his name back to him. repeatedly saying it between each peck you leave on his lips. it was like the more you said it, the less likely you were to forget it.
"hey, you have to tell me your name too," he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. and so you tell him your name.
by now the party is nearly at a standstill, the only people left were those passed out drunk, those waiting for a ride home and the small group of friends still talking and laughing about something that had happened.
sakusa takes a step back, leaving you afraid of him leaving. you knew it would happen soon but "soon" didn't actually prepare you enough for when it was actually going to happen.
"the party is pretty much over," he says to you. you nod in agreement, looking around at your surroundings.
"i don't want you to go," you blurt out honestly. an instance of regret washes over you for saying something so bold and blunt without thinking. but if he leaves, what if this was truly the last time you see him?
"well, i dont plan on sleeping here. it's a one way ticket for various illnesses to enter my body since the end state of this party is so disgusting. i already shouldn't have come here to begin with, my head hurts from all the alcohol miya had me drink," sakusa says in a matter of fact tone, different from the tone he used when he was kissing you.
your heart drops, thinking that this was his moment of clarity and that he regrets the time he has spent with you. you wish it wasn't this way.
he pulls a mask from out of his pocket, looping one end around an ear. "however, my place has a bed fit for two. this party might be done for the night but if you want, ours can end a little later," he says with a grin before covering it with the mask.
you smile at the opportunity, and happily accept it. this was not going to be your last time seeing sakusa.
#haikyu#haikyuu#sakusa#sakusa kiyoomi#hq sakusa#sakusa x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#gn reader#sakusa fluff
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Ahh wait there are too many good options!!🫣You're too good to us Rama!! What about 87. for VxKerry with a hint of silverdyne? ( Take as long as you like ofc🥺)
87. he doesn’t fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked
I think I probably took this in a slightly different way than you may have thought when requesting, but this prompt absolutely gripped me and i ran away with it :’D Kerry/v, with silverdyne / silverVdyne, ~3.5k, absolutely explicit rating lol
“I think we should kill him.” Johnny Silverhand says.
Standing side-by-side, V exhales a plume of cigarette smoke directly into Johnny, watching his engram form fractal before the smoke dissipates into the open air.
“We’re not killin’ nobody.” V grumbles, though he’s feeling less and less committed to that as he keeps his gaze focused on the scene unfolding on the patio below.
Kerry Eurodyne’s parties were something of a legend throughout Night City; even before V had met his now-input, they’d been preem front page screamsheet tabloid fodder, blurry photos of the who’s-who of Night City bumping shoulders, gossipy quips about who was allegedly bumping uglies.
V was finding the tabloids weren’t as far off as he would’ve liked. The music world was downright incestuous; it felt like half the people here had at one point been Kerry’s one night stand, input, output, brief fling or fancy, and fuck, when did Kerry even find the time to do anything other than doing someone?
But V held his tongue. The Rockerboy was his now, besides; all those other guys and girls were in the rearview, as much as Johnny had been hissing otherwise in his ear.
He wasn’t Johnny. Kerry was enjoying himself; he’d been so flippant about it when he’d mentioned throwing the party, but now here, V could see the man was in his element. He flitted between groups of people, laughed and chatted and preened. There was an extra swagger in his step, and not just because of the easy flow of booze and drugs. Kerry looked good in the limelight. V could share.
To a point.
Kerry had introduced him earlier to a bulwark of a man named Patryk, ostentatiously chromed but not entirely unsurprising; after all, plenty of mercs went the private celebrity bodyguard route for the lucrative pay and relative safety compared to running fixer gigs. Him being an ex of Kerry was unsurprising as well. He was relatively handsome; built with broad shoulders, a shaggy head of straw blonde hair and a firm handshake that V’s sure he would’ve really felt if his own hands were not military chrome.
Patryk grinned. He squeezed V’s hand a little harder. “B, was it?”
“V.” He corrected tightly, flashing his gold canines in a mirroring grin. He squeezed Patryk’s hand back. Kerry, already tipsy, just chuckled and threw his arm around V’s waist, and Patryk dropped his hand.
“Nice to meet you, B.”
Patryk kept grinning that shit-eating grin. Behind him, Johnny flickered into existence; arms crossed across his chest, he prowled around him with agitation, looking him up and down.
“Helluva ex.” He muttered. Getting closer, Patryk was oblivious to Johnny’s proximity and scowl. “Kerry always knew how to pick them.”
V only barely held his tongue, arms intertwining with Kerry’s as he settled a hand on his hip. He slipped a finger into a belt loop and pulled him in snug against his side. Kerry seemed genuinely oblivious as the conversation continued to whatever it was before V had wandered over to be introduced— or maybe, Johnny’s acerbic voice hissed in his head, he’s just enjoying all this attention. Kerry always liked having a couple of meatheads fight over him.
He could argue with Johnny that it’d been fifty years between when he knew Kerry and now. He could feel the want to do something stupid grow.
Maybe that was some of Johnny. Maybe that was a lot of V, who found Patryk’s gaze faltering to where his thumb traced the soft skin just above the waistband of Kerry’s tight pants, right under the hem of his tank as he held him close.
“— good talkin’ to you Patryk, but I gotta mingle.” Kerry finished. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to V’s cheek. “V?”
V flashed Patryk a smug smile, his hand dropping down to Kerry’s ass as he lead them away. He could feel Patryk’s stare on his back.
“Gonna grab another drink, you comin’?”
“Nah,” V excused himself, “gonna have a smoke outside, get some fresh air.” Maybe the irritation simmering in his blood was more nicotine cravings than jealousy; either way, one would soothe the other.
Kerry smiled; he knew the party wasn’t exactly V’s scene. “Come get me when you're done?”
“‘Course. You know I always wander back.”
The new second floor deck Kerry had built with the Us Cracks collaboration advance was nice; more importantly, it was empty and relatively quiet, save for the full thumping of the base from the music inside making the windows practically pulse. Chain smoking cigarettes and flicking the spent butts out into the waterfall feature was probably not the most social way to spend a party, but V was not a social creature by nature. He’d hold Kerry back.
He hadn’t expected to see Kerry descend the stairs below to the shadowed patio below; he definitely hadn’t expected to see him followed by Patryk, either.
“One punch to the trachea,” Johnny goads, “easy as syn-apple pie.”
“No.” V grouses.
“Just a little love tap to the temple.”
“We’re not killing anyone at Kerry’s house.” V replies to Johnny in his head, watching as the two talked below. The moving water kept him from hearing much of anything. It seemed Kerry had a similar idea as V, smoking as he chatted. “He’d immediately be suspected.”
“He’d get charged accessory at most.”
V rolls his eyes. “I don’t think he wants the media circus of what accessory at most will bring.” Eyes still on Kerry, he holds out his cigarette; he only briefly feels Johnny’s chapped lips on his palm, taking a short drag. He’d be more surprised at the sensation if he wasn’t so distracted. Patryk steps closer to Kerry; just as easily, Kerry keeps distance between them, his rumbling, nerve-filled chuckle rising over the dull roar of the waterfall.
“Like he doesn’t have the money to pay off whatever they might try and throw at ‘em.” Johnny complains.
“Again, I’m not fucking zeroing—“
Ice prickles up his throat as he watches the ex start to slowly corral Kerry backward, towards the darkness of the patio chairs; he can’t hear over the roar of the waterfall and the muffled din of the party still going on behind, but Kerry’s cringing body language and his reluctance couldn’t be telegraphed more clearly if he’d yelled it. The chrome fingers of V’s left hand twitch, instantly crushing the filter of the cigarette between them.
He’s expecting a smug “I told you so” from Johnny but is met, surprisingly, with a twin feeling of possessive fury, a second internal voice matching his own that is propelling him into immediate action. V vaults over the balcony railing; his reinforced tendons easily absorb the impact of the short fall when he lands in a crouch.
Save the lights coming through the glass where Kerry’s Aerondight is parked above, it’s relatively dark down here under the house; even the faraway lights of Night City don’t seem to pierce the gloom of the nook. Kerry’s eyes seem to glow.
“What’d I say, Pat?” Kerry’s voice is strong, but he’s cringing as his ex-output steps forward, “I’m not fuckin’ interested. I got a mainline.”
“Yeah,” the man purrs, “but he doesn’t fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, does he?”
V straightens to standing. Spying V past Patryk’s shoulder, Kerry alights with recognition.
“You always moaned so sweet for me, baby doll,” Patryk practically croons as he advances. Kerry takes another step back— his heel catches the edge of a lounger, and when he falls back onto his ass with a “whuph,” Patryk perks up like a slavering dog over a bone. “You were the best cock sleeve I ever had, and I know for sure I was the only dick good enough to fill your sloppy boy cunt. Lemme remind you—”
V allows his next step to fall heavier.
The man’s shoulders stiffen, but he doesn’t turn around. “Fuck off. We’re busy.”
“Y’know, actually,” V clears his throat. “I think you’re done here.”
Patryk turns around. He’s got an inch or two on V; he looks him up and down with a sneer. “Ah, the little mainline.”
Johnny crackles into existence, pointedly placing himself between Patryk and Kerry, as if he could do anything; his Hand twitches towards the holster on his thigh.
“Yeah, uh,” V sniffs, real loud, real obnoxious, and he reaches up to scratch at his nose with one crooked finger. Purposefully, carefully, because all of the blades of his knuckles are fully deployed. Kerry’s gold looks real nice with all of his house's professional lighting, but he thinks the way the lights plays off his silver serrated edges look good, too. “Man of the hour already asked you to, but now I’m insistin’. You should delta, choom.”
“Yeah?” Patryk snorts. He rolls his broad shoulders. “Make me.”
Kerry shakes his head, raking a hand through his hair. “Patryk, please just fuckin’ go—“
Patryk whirls, snapping, “shut the fuck up, Eurodyne.”
The man’s chipped, of course— Kerry had a type, unfortunately— but the momentary dumb display of anger gives V an easy turned back to lunge towards, viper-quick, to grab the back of his neck with one hand and the back of his shirt with the other.
He can feel Johnny’s anger nipping at his heels, coursing through his veins of blood and chrome plasma alike— Patryk immediately grapples for V’s arm as he walks the man stumbling towards the edge of the patio, hand fisted into the meat of his neck so tightly he thinks he could crush his spine if his grip twitched just so. He barely feels the ex’s fingernails biting into his syn-skin as he scrabbles against his arms.
“First of all, you’ve got a lot of fuckin’ balls just coming here.”
The roar of the waterfall nearly drowns out V’s snarl, though he knows Patryk can hear him.
“Second, cute as you think that B bullshit was, my name is fucking V, you got that? V, the one who zeroed Jotaro, cleared out countless Scav nests, makes Maelstrommer’s shit their pants, goes solo toe-to-toe with Arasaka and Militech spec ops,” V grits out with a swiftly rising fury, coinciding with a ramping of his processors that has the chrome in his body audibly humming with the promise of violence.
“The VDB that are left call me Agau, the Wraiths call me Dakota’s dog, but you, princess?”
V grins as Patryk’s face drops.
“You can call me V.”
He thrusts him into the direct steam of the waterfall, sudden enough that he knows Patryk takes a full gulp as soon as he’s under. Warnings flash in the corners of his vision’s HUD as he deploys all his chrome to keep him there; he can feel his body temperature rapidly rise, his chrome tendons creaking and some of the closest spray turning into mist where it touches exposed skin.
“And then bothering your ex-output? Kerry fuckin’ Eurodyne? You’re not even worthy of lookin’ at his fuckin’ reflection. The stupidity of that, choombatta, I mean—“ V chuckles tightly, barely upholding the veneer of a casual conversation atop his white hot rage. He pulls the man out of the spray; he wheezes, flailing uselessly under his grasp.
“W-wait—“
“Nah, think I’m done waiting.” V interrupts, further cutting the man off by thrusting him back under the torrent. Choking loudly, his struggles grow more frantic as he keeps taking on water. “You wanna talk more about my output? My output? ‘Cause clearly he wasn’t interested in you and your pathetic dick, so even when he kept saying no, you really had to push, huh?”
All V would need to do was let go and this two-enny hack would tumble right over the side of the cliff-face. His body wouldn’t stop until he had rolled all the way down to Charter Hill.
“I want you to keep Kerry’s name out of your mouth, you got that?” V snarls, “mine too, while you’re at it. I’ll bounce your skull off the pavement if I so much as catch you thinkin’ his name again.”
He’s clearly a merc; hell, V might’ve even seen him skulking around the Afterlife. He could threaten his ties he’s got with fixers, scare him out of work until he had to leave the city to even make an enny with his name. But V didn’t need anyone else's name to invoke fear; not a fixer, not Kerry’s, not Johnny’s, nobody but himself.
It takes a moment before he realizes Patryk can’t respond while still under the water; he pulls him out, impatiently listening to him hack and wheeze in a full breath.
“I got it, I-I got it, alright,” Patryk sputters, clutching fruitlessly at V. All the bravado’s been wiped from him; there is snot down his face, spittle across his lips as he gasps, “man, I’m sorry!”
V slaps the whimpering merc across the face, open-handed, laughs at the way he flinches and cringes. When V steps back and tosses him onto the ground, away from the edge, his left fist balling up in his peripheral is silver.
“Get the fuck out of my sight.” V spits.
The man scrambles to his feet—tries to, but the fear is making his limbs uncoordinated, and slick from the waterboarding, he stumbles and falls face first onto the deck. It takes another try before he’s up and running, dripping, the long way around and away.
V could follow the bastard, and watching his disappearing back makes something predatory pulse in him; he wants to hunt him down, a hound to a hare, press his teeth to the back of his neck until he crunches through bone and shake his body until he goes limp. He wants to rend him in two; wants to carve his name, his moniker, into his skin with his knuckles, a potent portent to any other gonk who thinks they could even conceive of laying a hand on what’s his and his alone—
“V…” Kerry’s voice, unnaturally small, breaks through behind him.
V turns. He crosses the gap between them in a few long strides, immediately dropping a knee onto the patio chair between Kerry’s legs to bend down and cup his face; he’s unharmed, and shaking, though maybe that’s actually V’s hands trembling in the comedown as his body starts to unwind from its tight coil.
“Ker.“ He murmurs, swiping a slick thumb over Kerry’s cheekbone, his temples, leaving behind a trace of wetness that makes the gold inlaid in his skin shine, “you alright? You okay?”
Kerry’s chest heaves. He says nothing; he kisses him, meeting him with a voracity that makes V groan, muffled by his lips and tongue. When Kerry fists his hand into V’s mullet and yanks his head back, he goes as docile as a lamb, only just managing to silence the whine bouncing behind his bared teeth.
“I thought you were gonna kill him.” Kerry breathes. His lips are spit-slick, just a touch puffy from the abuse of the hard kiss.
“You want me to?” V demurs. “I’ll go get ‘im. I meant it all. I’d do it for you, Ker.”
Kerry sucks in a breath. “Fuck, V.”
“Throw him off the side, pummel him to a paste, whatever you like.” V continues, a deluge of words on the current, “I’ll go out there and do it now, gorgeous, you just give the word.” He feels frenzied, only kept in check by Kerry’s ringed fingers holding him tight by the root of his hair. “Let me kill him for you.”
Kerry’s blue Kiroshis are so bright, just a sliver around the dark, fat pupils. He looks tempted. He looks drunk off the ultraviolence of it all. V would give him everything; he doesn’t even need to ask, not when Kerry looks at him like hat.
“You would, huhn?” Kerry quietly marvels. He reaches up, rubs his thumb over one of the prominent scars patterned across V’s cheek; he turns into his touch, mollified.
He pulls V into another harsh kiss by the back of his head; their moans muffle underneath each other's lips.
V’s greedy hands roam downward. He paws at his sides, gropes his chest. Beneath him, Kerry arches. The thought of that fuck touching Kerry comes back to mind, unbidden, and he feels another fresh bolt of possessive fury course down his spine.
“You’re mine,” V mouths against Kerry’s bearded cheek, and his voice lowers a too-familiar octave when he repeats, “mine.”
Kerry shudders. When V pulls back, his eyes are dragged behind Kerry; leaning back against the lounger, Johnny reclines. They hold eye contact for a beat. If he was solid, Kerry would be in between his legs, lying against his chest; now, his flak jacket wavers where Kerry clips into him. He strokes an unfelt hand down the length of Kerry’s neck, and his cyberware; V follows the motion, and Kerry bares his neck with a groan, slides his hand up to cradle V’s. Underneath those million-eddy hands, V’s blades lie dormant.
“Fuck, V,” Kerry croaks, intertwining their fingers; he lets his head fall back, his hips rocking, his body a delicious supine. Johnny's hands follow where Kerry drags V’s down, across his collarbone, pushing at the neckline of his white tank top.
He wants what’s underneath; he doesn’t take a moment of reflection, hooking his fingers into the collar and ripping the shirt down the middle with an elastic tear.
He can feel the collective weight of their stare on Kerry’s exposed body, even if he’s none the wiser; V cups his pec, really takes his time to squeeze him, lets his flesh bounce a little under his hand. Only when Kerry starts to squirm does V run his thumb over one of Kerry’s pert nipples, pinching it sharply before rolling the pad over in a soothing, rocking motion. The breathless noise Johnny makes is nearly drowned out by Kerry’s breathless panting.
“Wanna fuck you.” V mumbles. He pinches Kerry’s nipples again; watches his body arch into the twin pain and pleasure, as enraptured with that as by the silver hand possessively stroking up and down his neck. “Can I?”
“Jesus, kid, like you have to ask—“ Kerry groans. And he seems to realize the irony, an almost wild laugh escaping him as he starts to writhe underneath V, fumbling to shove down the tight pants clinging to his hips. “Of course, fuck, fuck me.”
Anyone could come downstairs to the waterfall loungers, looking for the man of the hour; if they did, they’d see Kerry Eurodyne, hastily stripped down to only his ripped tank hanging off him like a vest, getting down on his hands and knees like a dog in heat, reaching back and spread himself with a growled command to “spit.”. They’d see the best merc in Night City get on his knees and do him one better, pressing his face inbetween where Kerry was shaved smooth and lick his hole, over and over, until the man was mewling under his tongue.
They wouldn’t see a silver hand stroking down Kerry’s spine, detouring across the freckles that still dot his syn-skin. They wouldn’t see Johnny Silverhand perched on the back of the lounger, watching them both, the front of his leather pants painfully tented. He’s silent as he palms himself, his heavy gaze shifting between the two of them. That was just for V.
V gets his pants down just under the curve of his ass, pulling out his cock; with only spit as lube, it takes a few moments of delicious, tight stretching before he’s in, and then he’s fucking Kerry in slow, deep thrusts, hips slapping hard against his ass each time. He takes him so well; fits perfectly around his cock, clinging tight each time V nearly pulls out, moans when V buries himself back in to the hilt.
V’s eyes slip closed in rapture. Only for a moment; his face jerks to the side as a slap lands soundly on his cheek, and when he opens his eyes, Johnny is glowering there, gripping his chin tightly.
“Keep your goddamn eyes open, V.” Johnny says. His voice is wrecked with disuse; with want. “And fuck him harder.”
He flickers back to the lounger, hungrily watching Kerry and V. V can feel Johnny’s annoyance simmering under the surface, too keyed up to hide his thoughts; he wants to be there, he wants to fuck Kerry until the plastic slats imprint into his knees. But time is dwindling for V, and this is as close as he can be; stroking his cock in time to V’s brutal thrusts, drinking in the sight of Kerry’s arched spine, the way his ass bounces on impact, the moans he wrenches from his output. Their output, and his; and that’s one and the same.
And that scares them both.
#silverdyne#silvervdyne#Kerry eurodyne#johnny silverhand#cp 2077#cyberpunk 2077#Nsft#stomping in a glass house
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That Soulmate au where you are color blind but you can see color on anything you're soulmate has touched would work really well for a Hogwarts couple
maybe not Perciver it would be figured out too quickly I think and take away the fun of it
honestly same for any same house ship ngl
Except Dennis/Percy i think it with Dennis/Percy would actually be very cute because when Dennis starts Hogwarts Percy will have already graduated the year before so like
Dennis knows whoever his soulmate is was in this school and was in this house but wont have a real chance of finding him until later even though he does not realise that so he still searches he still follows Percy's steps through the school which by this point are already so messy and mixed up from Percy having attended for years
The only thing is it would probably have to be something that colors overtime since if it's immediate with Percy helping with the tournament it might be too easy for them to figure out way
Like every touch to something brings the color up a bit more like leaving their magic on it so only things that have been touched heavily are in full color
Also Dennis trying to read all the books Percy had touched enough to be obvious and trying to work through a book far above his reading level because his soulmate obviously liked it
#percy weasley#dennis creevey#Dennis Creevey/Percy Weasley#I was going to go into other ships but you know? I think i like this one its cute and has alot of potential#Love soulmate aus#Denperce
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Teasing II Carlos Sainz
SUMMARY: You and Carlos have been dating for a couple of months, you spend almost every waking minute together, and one of your favorite things to do as a couple is tease each other in public.
WARNINGS: Terribly written smut, squirting, edging, overstimulation? kinda, probably some other things I'm forgetting 😪
A/N: I wrote the non-smutty version a while ago over on my Wattpad but I thought I'd give it a go adding a little more spice to it ;)
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Last week had been the hardest so far, I don't know how he did it but Carlos always found a way to make his teasing bigger and better every time. I also don't know how I keep falling for all of the things Carlos does to me given our history.
Last weekend Carlos gave me a present that came in a really nicely wrapped thin box, It was morning and he had already left for the gym before I got in the shower. I opened the gift up to reveal some really nice lingerie.
You're not allowed to wear this today, I have interviews, but we'll have fun tonight.
Te amo. Carlos.
I read the note inside the box. I giggled.
After all this tie did he actually think I was going to listen to him? I lifted up the almost nonexisting fabric taking a good look at it.
I decided to put it on and above it, I put on a black dress Carlos had also bought me a while back that zipped up from the front, something he loved for the 'easy access'.
The day carried on as usual, really light teasing here and there but at some point when no one was looking I zipped down my dress in front of Carlos slightly revealing the lingerie set he had bought me.
Carlos's eyes went wide but I noticed his smile soon turned into a smirk indicating to me I was in big trouble.
Little did I know Carlos had all of this planned out. The lingerie set he bought me was not the kind I thought.
With the use of an app on his phone, Carlos had a thrill that day activating and controlling the vibrations that came from a small almost undetectable plate that was placed directly over my nipples and over my bud.
Today however it was my turn to get him back and I had everything planned out.
Carlos left for the gym, as usual, I got up showered, had breakfast, and got dressed in a new dress I bought specifically for today. Carlos loved seeing me in black and even though it was meant for his eyes only I chose to wear it to the track.
Amor💘 : Amor are you ready? I'm pulling up?
I read the text from Carlos as I finished brushing my hair.
You: I'm coming
I quickly texted him back.
I made my way downstairs. I opened the door and Carlos stepped out opening the door for me. As I walked up to him I saw him bite his lip as he looked me up and down, he immediately wrapped his arms around me resting his hands on my ass and giving it a tight squeeze.
"Morning my love." I kissed him letting my hand graze over his pants ever so slightly.
His fingers began to drop in between my cheeks but I moved quickly before things could advance.
I felt him tense up as I stepped away from him and into the car.
He opened his mouth to say something but resisted and simply grunted shutting the door for me and walking to the driver's side.
At the track Carlos had to do some testing, I stayed in his driver's room while I waited for him and plotted my next moves. We were meant to go Golfing this afternoon and after Golf we were headed straight home because Carlos had a work call to join.
There wasn't much I could do to tease him now that he was on track and I was growing bored so I decided to go out with the rest of the team and find another way to get Carlos's attention when he drove back to the pits.
I was chatting with some of the mechanics and Caco and just as Carlos was parking in front of the garage I stepped to the side, my back facing him.
As he began approaching me I discreetly started hitching my dress up starting to reveal my butt as he stepped out of the car. He took his helmet off and as soon as he noticed what I was doing he rushed over to me.
In a panic he placed his hand over my ass, using his fingers to pull my dress down before sliding his hand around my waist. "Come on mi amor." he grabbed my hand and pulled me back to his room.
"That was a good practice run." I acted like nothing happened as I stepped in, Carlos closing the door behind him.
"You can't do that, what if some of the guys saw you? There are cameras around." I knew he was partly annoyed but at the same time, his smirk gave him away. He enjoyed the risk as much as me.
I stood up and walked up to him, I reached behind him locking the door before starting to zip his suit down for him.
"Whatever you say, baby." I pulled his suit off his shoulders and started sliding it down his body, once I got to his waist I kneeled down as I continued pulling his suit down. I heard his breath hitch as my lips grazed all the way down his chest, to his v-line, and I let out a deep breath when my lips were in front of his crotch.
Carlos's head fell back and I could see the tent growing in his pants as he expected me to go further but as soon as I pulled his suit down to his ankles I stood back up.
"There you go babe, I'll meet you in the car." I kissed his cheek.
"Are you kidding me?" Carlos cursed under his breath cupping himself with both hands as I opened and shut the door behind me.
I giggled as I made my way to the car not without saying goodbye to Caco and the rest of the team first.
Before I got to the car I made a quick stop in one of the bathrooms putting on my new golf outfit for the day.
I went to the car and leaned back against the front as I waited for him to come back. Only a couple of minutes later I saw him walking towards me wearing his golf attire.
As soon as he laid eyes on me he stopped on the spot shaking his head and taking a deep breath before he continued walking.
"Get in the car." He instructed as he walked to the back of the car to put his things away. It took everything in me not to let him bend me over the hood of his car right now.
"Yes, Mr. Sainz" I replied knowing how much it turned him on when I called him that.
"You're gonna be the death of me." Carlos bit his lip as he shut the trunk walking to the driver's side.
During the car ride, I kept sliding my hands up Carlos' leg and leaving little kisses on his neck and cheek. Carlos was completely silent and I knew he was trying to control himself, not give in to my teasing, not wanting to let me win this time.
Once we made it to the golf course Carlos and I got in a Cart and drove to the first hole. The course was relatively empty except for a couple of workers here and there so I knew I could have fun here.
Carlos was about to start as he positioned himself but I took this as my first opportunity at our new location.
"I'll start." I quickly called before he could take his swing.
I walked towards him, stepping in front of him and as I bent down to place my ball I made sure to graze Carlos's dick. I hear Carlos groan as I straightened back up and leaned forward to position myself.
But before I could do anything else Carlos grabbed my waist pulling me closer to him and I knew I'd already achieved what I wanted. I could feel him through my skirt.
"I just got rid of it at the track are you kidding me?!" Carlos whisper shouted at me and I could only laugh.
"I love you mi amor." I turned around in Carlos's grasp bringing his lips towards mine and giving him a deep kiss.
The kiss began intensifying and Carlos was the first to pull away. "That's it we're leaving." Carlos held his hand over his pants as he started packing our things back into the cart.
"We haven't even started." I laughed and I didn't move from my spot.
"I can't golf like this so we're going home now get in the cart or I promise you'll regret it later." He grabbed my hand pulling me into the cart.
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Carlos kept a tight hold of my hand as we walked back to the parking lot. I decided to push it a little more and ran ahead in front of him getting to the car first.
Once inside I quickly took my panties off placing them on Carlos's seat. He opened the door and took a huge breath in quickly grabbing them and putting them in his pocket.
"I love you so much, but you've really done it this time," Carlos smirked, I laughed as he started the car and took off at a speed he'd never normally reach with me in the car.
"Joder que me has calentado demasiado." (Sh*t you've gotten me so horny) He whispered to himself but I knew what he was saying which made me more satisfied with myself.
As soon as we got home I got out of the car before Carlos even stopped the car and ran inside pushing it further.
I nervously giggled as I heard the door shut and Carlos run after me. I jumped in our bed and just as I did Carlos had already appeared in the door shirtless and in the process of taking his pants off.
"What about your work call?" I reminded him.
"We have enough time, for like 5 rounds" he smiled jumping on the bed on top of me, his legs on either side of me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck bringing him down for a deep kiss. "I love you," I whispered as his hands explored my body.
"I love you more." He whispered. As he began leaving kissed down my neck, down my chest. "I love you so much." He whispered as he reached the hem of my skirt.
I reached for the hem of my shirt and was about to pull it off me when I felt Carlos hand pull my hands back.
"Don't." He smirked. I furrowed my brows in confusion. "You look so hot in this, let me enjoy it." You couldn't even respond to him since he began attacking your pussy.
He was rushing, something that was uncommon with Carlos since he always liked to take his time with me but I was also aware of the time crunch we were in.
I was already soaking wet from the car ride home so Carlos really ate me out for pure enjoyment because there was no need for prepping.
It was crazy how much control this man had, the way he lapped at my bud having me writhing in bed inching closer and closer to orgasm only after a few minutes of going at it.
"Carlos- please....don't stop." I moaned as Carlos picked up the speed with his fingers.
"Not quite yet Princesa." He pulled his fingers out just as I was ready to let go.
I groaned in annoyance watching as Carlos licked his fingers clean before stripping his last piece of clothing off.
He aligned himself with my entrance, tapping his dick on my pussy several times making me twitch on the bed.
"Please Carlos," I begged. It was ironic how I went from holding the power the whole day to begging Carlos to pleasure me.
"You had your fun today...it's my turn," he smirked.
He placed one of his hands beside my head as he leaned down to kiss me, it was sloppy, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, I could still taste myself on him.
I was so distracted by the heated makeout that I didn't realize when Carlos had aligned himself again and pushed all the way inside me.
I let out a loud moan at the action which was muffled by Carlos's own mouth as he pulled me back in for a kiss.
He began pulling out slowly before pushing all the way in with a lot of speed and force making me gasp at his action once again.
I tried to kiss him back but it was proving so hard as I couldn't keep myself quiet with the way he was fucking me. His pace was confusing, he was slow when inside me but so aggressive when pushing back in, having lapses where he'd fuck me faster than his car and then going back to a slow and torturous pace stopping me from cumming.
I had no idea what he was doing but I was quickly growing limp by the way he was making me feel. My legs would tense at his actions and then relax and it felt like I had run a marathon.
"Carlos- I can't...I can't please." It was hard to even speak and even though we'd only been at it for a couple of minutes it felt like Carlos had been fucking me for hours and the way my pussy ached was unlike anything I'd felt before.
I needed a release and he wasn't giving it to me. I could tell it was hard for him too, he wanted to cum so many times but the pleasure was too much, the way I was putty in his arms was better than letting go just yet.
"Just a little longer amor." Carlos whispered as he kept kissing my neck, I was sure I was filled with marks all over my chest, collar and neck from the way Carlos had been kissing and sucking everywhere.
Even my lips hurt and where swollen from how much Carlos had been kissing me.
I clawed at his back and at this point I was sure I'd drawn blood already but he didn't seem to care.
"Carlos!" I was in the verge of tears from the way Carlos was hacking at my pussy, I'd never been so desperate to cum before.
"You ready amor." He pushed himself up pulling one of my legs over his shoulder now hitting a new angle which had my eyes rolling to the back of my head in seconds.
"I'm gonna cum!" I shouted.
"yes amor, let go." Carlos pushed in and out at just the right pace.
"Sh*t." I cursed before I let out a pornographic moan at the long-awaited release of my body. I was squirting all over Carlos's chest all while he kept thrusting his dick in and out of me.
"Ah yeah, that's it, baby." Carlos moaned before stopping his movements and laying his chest against mine. I felt his cock throbbing in me filling me up as we both came down from our high Carlos kissing under my ear and all around my neck once again.
"I love you." Carlos sighed tiredly.
"I love you more." I whispered back to him as he placed soft gentle kisses on my lips.
He layed on top of me, half his weight on the bed as we both caught our breaths but our peace was soon interrupted by his phone ringing.
Carlos grabbed it off the shelf where he'd left it. "Sh*t I'm late for the meeting he said as he grabbed his shirt wiping his chest before grabbing another off his closet and quickly dressing.
I laughed at his actions from the bed watching him rush to look decent before running out of the room.
"Run a bath amor, I'll be back in a few." Carlos hollered at me as I heard him run down the stairs.
#Carlos Sainz#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz smut#carlos sainz one shot#one shot#f1 one shot#f1#formula 1#formula 1 fic#f1 smut#f1 x reader#carlos sainzjr#f1 imagine
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I’m here to say I’m happy you’re back and hopefully feeling better! I have a little prompt, nothing extensive but I’m missing TMTL au lately and would love to see some sweet family time 🥹
"Happy Valentine Mum!"
"Thank you, Darling," Thena laughed, receiving her ever-growing-six-year-old in her arms and accepting his loving embrace. She nuzzled his temple, kissing as he laughed. "How was your valentine's day?"
"We made cards!" Druig exclaimed far too loudly for the front hall of their little house. He held out a red heart, cut with jagged edged scissors to give it a pointy edge.
"That's," Thena paused, examining the glittery glue dripping from it, "lovely."
"This is all the blood," Druig pointed out. "'Cuz yer heart's beatin' in your body, so it'd be gross when you pull it out."
Thena smiled at the cute and grotesque gesture. Unfortunately, it was very 'Druig' of him to think of something like that. "That's very thoughtful of you, Darling. Did you exchange cards with your friends?"
Druig nodded dutifully, although the only friend he really held any fondness for was Makkari. "Everyone gave out cards. Some of 'em had candy!"
Thena was very aware that the tradition was to attach a cheap piece of sweet confection to each equally cheap card. She hadn't particularly wanted to participate in that tradition, and when she asked Druig if that was okay his only response was that he just wanted the candy for himself anyway.
"Did you eat it all already?"
"No, Mum," her sweet little angel replied, shining his big blue eyes at her. Thena just stared at him. He sighed, "I ate half of 'em. But I shared with Kari!"
She supposed she could be thankful that he had been honest with her. He relaxed his posture as she smoothed down his hair, "that's very nice that you shared with her, Darling. Did you make her a card?"
Druig nodded again. He had indeed made a card just for his best - and in many ways only - friend, unlike the garbage he had given everyone else out of obligation (his mother's words, not his!). "I drew a cheetah, and it said 'you're even faster than this!' on it!"
Thena pressed a kiss to the top of Druig's head before standing again, "that's lovely, Darling."
"I made one for Miss Ajak too," he continued as she helped him out of his laced up boots. "But I didn't know what to say so I just wrote 'Valentine' on it."
"I'm sure she'll think that's very sweet," Thena assured him.
"Kari made you one too!"
Thena blinked as the card was shoved in her face. Luckily it wasn't as sharply pointed as her son's. It was also a violent shade of red, but at least it wasn't dripping with viscera.
Her student had drawn some butterflies around the edges, and then a picture of a little ballerina with dark braids, and a taller ballerina with yellow hair. A charming couple of arrows pointed out who was whom, in case Thena needed help identifying them. Her eyes watered.
"You like it?"
Thena sniffled, kissing Druig's forehead, "tell her I absolutely love it, Darling. I'll put it right up next to yours above my desk, hm?"
"'Kay," Druig shrugged, no longer concerned with it. "Mister Dad has something for you too."
And with that, Druig was more interested with the promise of the living room and probably turning on the tv before he was told not to.
Thena tilted her head as Gil finally came through the front door as well, shuffling in with a bundle of something behind his back. "Oh, he does, does he?"
"I told him to come in first, help warm you up," he chuckled, letting her lean against his chest as she got up on her toes to kiss him. "Hey."
"Hey," she greeted, although it came out as more of a sigh. She stepped back, letting him in away from the door. "How were classes?"
"Well, valentine's isn't really a day when you get things done," he chuckled, fidgeting and kicking off his shoes. "Too much chocolate, too many questions. You mostly make crafts, and cards, and try to discourage asking where babies come from."
"I see," Thena pressed her lips together to try and resist laughing. She kept trying to see what was behind him, but he was holding it up high enough to that his broad shoulders did quite a fine job of keeping it from her. "Gil?"
"Okay, okay," he chuckled, leaning in for one more kiss before pulling out a full bouquet of roses, varying in colour from sheer white to pink to deep red. "Uh, I didn't know if you would really want to do anything, but-"
Thena swiped the flowers from him, burying her nose in their scent. It wasn't that she was a huge flowers lover, nor did she dislike them. But she couldn't remember a time when she received a bouquet that wasn't for work purposes.
"Okay, good to know," Gil smiled, putting his hand on her shoulder as she admired them. "Happy valentine's, Angel."
Thena happily leaned in to let him kiss her cheek, still starry eyed from receiving her gift. "Gil, they're beautiful!"
"Second only to you," the charmer corrected as he pried one of her hands away from them.
"Don't tell me you had these with you all day," she blinked at the idea of him trying to navigate the teacher's lounge with them.
"No, I scheduled a pickup for them this afternoon, but I ordered them basically at the start of february," he laughed, pulling her down the front hall and out of the view of the living room. "In case you did want to do something...I wanted it to be special."
Thena melted into the kiss as he held both her cheeks to tip her head just so. She held the flowers out, unwilling to let them get squished as Gil held her waist against him. She moaned quietly, savouring the real, proper kiss stolen even while Druig was in the house.
"So?" Gil pulled away with eager eyes, "how'd I do?"
"It's by far the best gift I've gotten for this particular occasion," she stated factually before burying her nose in her roses again.
"Sorry hon, but that's not a very high bar," Gil snorted, moving back to his work satchel. "And there's more where those came from, but that'll be for, uh, tonight."
Thena buried her blushing in the flowers as well. "I could have asked Ajak to have the kids over."
"Hey, don't worry about it," Gil whispered, "it's a school night anyway. We'll keep it lowkey."
Thena nodded, accepting another little kiss.
"Besides," he winked at her, "I got you another present. I don't know what you were thinking of."
"Hush," she attempted to chide her very jovial partner as he moved into the living room. She followed immediately scooping the tv remote out of Druig's hands.
"Hey!" he whined.
"One hour, and if it's now then it's not before bed," she dictated firmly.
"Yes, Mum," Druig grumbled obediently, although he made himself completely dead weight in Gil's grasp as he was moved from off the floor - as close to the tv as he could get - to the couch with them.
"Come on, buddy, don't you wanna tell Mum about what we did today?" Gil attempted to encourage the boy to sociallise just a little.
"You're gonna tell her anyway," Druig shrugged, in both a humorous and precocious statement. He looked down at his outstretched feet, with his socks with sharks on the bottoms. "Did you give Mum the butterflies?"
"Butterflies?" Thena asked with a faint frown.
Gil shook his head, assuring her that no winged insects would be part of her gift. "Uh, what butterflies, kiddo?"
"You said you were gettin' something for Mum. I thought it'd be butterflies," Druig elaborated, but not to the betterment of either adult's understanding. He looked up at Gil. "Mum once told Miss Ajak that you gave her butterflies--I thought you were gonna get s'more."
Gil looked up at Thena, who closed her eyes and looked up at the ceiling as the embarrassment washed over her. Not that Gil didn't know that in a general sense, but she didn't need such a clear example to be given.
Gil just chuckled, "not this time, buddy. I was getting flowers for Mum."
"Okay," Druig shrugged, looking at his mother now. "What's for dinner?"
She smiled down at her son, preferring that over looking her lover in the eye after that particular fact was revealed. "Delivery."
"Pizza?!"
Thena just sighed and nodded, Druig already holding out a grabby little paw for her phone to select what he liked. She looked up at Gil sheepishly, "my gift to you was that I wouldn't do the cooking, but you wouldn't have to either."
"Sounds good to me," he grinned, leaning over to kiss her above Druig's head. Although when he pulled away, he stayed closely hovering, "I give you butterflies, huh?"
Thena huffed, looking away as her embarrassment worsened.
"For what it's worth," he scooched closer, jostling Druig slightly between them just so he could wrap his arm around her shoulders, "you give me butterflies, too."
#TMtL AU#thank you so much love!#I'm glad to be back!#you see what the timeline on things are?#that's how late to the party I am#anyway#thank you for the ask!#and happy valentine's day!#Gil is such a romantic#and he's like yes!!!!! I have a girlfriend for it this year#he does preorder two dozen mixed roses#he also got her a necklace#which he'll give her tonight#and they can eat chocolate in bed#when they get up to...whatever#or fall asleep early because being parents is rewarding and exhausting#also#I have been trying to work in this whole butterfly thing#since the original story#it's just such a thing a kid would think I think#Druig's like mum said you give her butterflies and also that you're always too hot and that's not fair#Gil: this is good information thank you son
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Dragon Business
Fandom: WoF
Characters: Glory, Deathrbringer
CW: None, really (unless you consider Glorybringer/Deathbringer to be a content warning)
Summary: Oh, great! Out of all of the dragons for Glory to ambush, she just so happened to pick the most annoying dragon on this entire blasted continent.
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: I know I am God's strongest Glorybringer hater, but I wanted to try and rewrite this scene in THK. Add some more cheesy banter and gently tweak it a little bit. I'll first and foremost add that now Deathbringer is Glory's age. Not older or anything. Same age. I also tried to keep Glory as in character as one possibly can with this scene (very hard, she's very OOC).
Glory took a deep breath, letting it sink in what she was about to do, then pounced. She landed beside the NightWing. "If you value your life, leave this kingdom."
"Moons above-" He recoiled. Even when startled, he jumped with finesse and grace. Compared to Starflight, this dragonet seemed to have some skills when it came to being stealthy. "Where did you come from?"
"I'm not here to answer questions," she snapped. "You strayed too close to the Ice Kingdom."
"By all means, this is still technically the Sand Kingdom," he rebutted. "Look, that big wall over there? I'm not behind it. Still here. Shouldn't you of all dragons know that?"
Glory's eye twitched, but her menacing expression never faltered. "You're close enough. Besides, when Blaze wins the war, it'll be ours. So, you're stepping on soon-to-be IceWing territory."
"Wow, bit cocky aren't you frost-face?" He grinned confidently. "Or maybe you're dealing with losing the war in a different way than most."
"I'm the cocky one?" she scoffed, pointing the spear right at him. "You have a lot of guts to say that to the one with the spear."
"Oh please, I'm not scared of your frostbreath, much less your little spear here..." He ran his talon along the tip of the spear.
For a moment, panic shot through Glory. It was only now that she just realized she was talking to a NightWing. This dragon could've been reading her mind this entire time. He could've found out she was a RainWing. He may know she was just doing this to scare him off and was playing around. That'd explain his demeanour. It would be idiotic to be this bold.
But, she pressed on. She repressed those thoughts to the best of her ability. She was an IceWing. She should be thinking IceWing thoughts, like how this NightWing was in her tribe's territory.
"What are you doing here? Rather suspicious of you to be spying on Princess Blaze's fortress. Long ways from...wherever you come from, isn't it?"
"Just a little bit of sightseeing, that's all."
"There's nothing here to really look at though."
"Mhh, I'd beg to differ. You're quite the sight yourself." He shot her a look, one that she was unfamiliar with. Never in her life did she see a dragon stare at her in that way. Glory was used to glares and scowls, but also the kind and thoughtful eyes of her fellow Dragonets of Destiny.
This was different. It showed spirit and tenacity, but also respect and genuine meaning. It was playful and bubbly. The more she thought about it, the more confused she was. A feeling rose within her, one that was just as perplexing as this dragon before her.
She shook her head. "Answer the question, or I'm afraid I'll have to bring you to Queen Glacier."
"Afraid? Why would you be afraid? Are you perhaps enjoying our little conversation?"
"N- no?!" she barked at him. "What? Do you want to be locked up in some dungeon until you rot away?"
"Not particularly, no. Doesn't sound all too pleasant. It's already pretty chilly just being here." He dramatically shivered.
"So then tell me why you're here. You give me a quick answer and we can both go on with our lives. What a bargain, mh?"
"Except it's about whether I live or you taking a couple minutes out of your night to drag me to my death. Doesn't sound all too balanced."
"Do you want to die? Yes or no?" she said bluntly.
"Not really, no."
"Then answer the question. Why are you here?"
The NightWing shrugged. "Fine. I'm here to meet someone. Well...maybe a few someones."
"And who would these 'someones' be, exactly?" Glory asked.
"Can't say. It's a bit secretive. NightWing business and all."
"I didn't know NightWings had 'business'," she said. "I was led to believe your entire tribe just sat around in the dark, whispering and conspiring with one another about the current events, doing nothing to warn the other tribes and stop them. Very time-consuming, I'm sure."
The other dragon snickered. "Is that what you think of us? The NightWings? Where's your sense of fear? That tone of respect for our grand powers? Honestly, do you really believe that I'm not this heroic prophet that history will repeat the name of for eons to come?" He raised his wings to the moons, but his eyes held only sarcastic teasing.
"No. Not really," Glory said harshly.
"Oh. That's a shame then." He folded his wings back in.
"If your tribe was so 'grand', you'd do something about the war, would you not? Instead of spewing some dumb prophecy, couldn't you, oh I don't know, tell the tribes which princess would be the best? Or simply which one is going to win?"
"Do you not have faith in the prophecy?" he snorted. "That'd explain why you're so grumpy."
"I'm not grumpy. I'm trying to do my job here," she growled. "I'm the one with the freezing death breath over here anyways. Watch your tongue if you want to live."
"Three moons, you just love to flaunt how you can breathe snow, don't you?" He titled his head. "Either way, prophecies don't work that way. We can't just get a straight answer. It has to be through the most convoluted and contrived way possible."
"And that would explain why you can't seem to give me a short answer for why you're here."
"That's my line!" he said.
"And now it's mine." Glory smirked back. "Still, that's a lot of blood on your tribe's talons. Could've ended the war YEARS ago had it not been for your little prophecy. Now every dragon on this blasted continent is hoping that five dragonets who've lived in a cave their whole lives are ready enough to say which one of these terrible candidates is good enough to rule as queen." She spat, her voice becoming more strained.
"Holy mother of lava," he said. "Sounds like you've been keeping that in you for a while."
Glory bobbed her head a bit. "Yeah, pretty much."
"You feel sorry for them though, that's a surprise."
"Who?"
"The dragonets. I've been all across Pyrrhia and I've seen a lot of reactions to the prophecy. Some are hopeful that it's going to bring peace. Others believe it's nonsense and an excuse to drag out the war for longer than it needs to. Yet, I often see dragons show sympathy for them. It is a lot for a dragon my age, I'd say."
"Mh-hm. Imagine like...just barely being an adult and having to do that. You've been living under a rock for quite literally your entire life up to this point and you're expected to...know everything."
He laughed, but then quieted down. "Yeah..." He looked thoughtful for a moment before then yawning. "Speaking of those dragonets, you've seen them around?"
She paused. "No, why?"
"Rumor has it they're coming to visit Princess Blaze. I would've thought they'd be here already." He looked over at her. "You didn't hear of them being captured, have you?"
"No. Not a word." She tried her absolute hardest to think like an IceWing. This dragon could be probing around in her mind as she spoke. Pretty obviously too, as he was ogling right at her. She thought of blizzards and fields of ice, something rather difficult considering she never once seen either.
"Right..." he eventually said. "Well, I suppose that's not all too unbelievable. It's quite a journey from the Sea Kingdom, no?"
"How did you know they were there?" Glory asked. "Oh wait, is it because you're all-knowing and have infinite power?"
"Well, that and how the Summer Palace exploded because of Burn wanting to kill them. Word travels fast when it comes to literal palaces burning to the ground in attacks."
"Oh. Right." She bit her lip. "That still doesn't answer my question. You're here to meet a couple 'someones', correct?"
"Mh-hm. Though, they don't seem to be here right now. Guess I've got all night to sit and do nothing." He glanced at her. "Say, you seem like an alright dragon. Well, aside from the whole threatening to murder me repeatedly part, that is. You know any good IceWing taverns I can stop by?"
Glory squinted. "Aren't you a little young for that? Why are you asking me either?"
"I thought you dragons didn't care about age when it came to that."
"No?! We most certainly do." She shook her head. "And besides, you really think I'm going to let you into the Ice Kingdom? A NightWing who won't even give me a simple answer? Come on..."
"I mean, you got to give me some points. Besides, what if I buy you a drink? It's all good then, right?"
"Ah yes, I'm sure Queen Glacier will be completely understanding then. She hates when other dragons are in her kingdom except when it's about buying her fellow guards a drink."
The NightWing giggled. "You do have a point there." He sighed. "Well then, sad to hear that's a bit of a bust. Can't say it wasn't worth a try." He spread his wings once more.
"Wh- where are you going?" she inquired.
"Oh, just somewhere."
"You're going somewhere to meet your someones, mh?"
"Pretty much, yes," he answered. "But, if you ever get bored, you could probably find me. Been a pleasure talking with you, RainWing."
Glory froze up. "What? What are you saying?"
"Did you really think I couldn't see through your disguise?" he asked. "Come on. I'm pretty sure not too many IceWings have that weird looking of horns and spikes. You're too lean, too smooth. You don't give off a cold feeling either. It's quite warm if I do say."
She couldn't help but feel her scales shift in colour at this revelation. She tried her hardest to keep them that pale white, but it was obvious that she was slipping. "And you didn't say a word?"
"Nope."
"And you didn't question why I'm here?"
"Not really, no." He shrugged. "I'm here for a reason and you're probably here for another reason as well. I didn't think I needed to know anyways."
She was dumbfounded. It made sense, of course. It was a stupid idea to begin with. It's mind-boggling how she even thought that her disguise was even remotely close to what an IceWing actually looked like. But, still. This NightWing talked to her and treated her like...a normal dragon. No talking down to her. No treating her like she's some brainless lizard.
It was new. It was nice.
"Oh, and I didn't get your name," he said as he took a step back. "I'd love to know."
"Afraid I can't, it's RainWing business." She mocked him.
He grinned back. "Well, will you tell yours if I say mine?"
"Nope. Not interested in knowing."
"Well, fine. I'll still say my name then since that seems to bother you." He smiled at her. "You can call me Deathbringer."
With that, he took to the skies, becoming one with the night.
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Star Fox: Crew Rest, Part 1
This story takes place one year after the events of Star Fox: Assault and two years before Star Fox Command.
As evening approached the temperature began to drop within the Fichina University Department of Astrosciences building. There was no need to keep the interior any warmer than above freezing as most of the students and faculty had already left for the day. Only a handful stayed behind, using personal space heaters, hot water bottles, and heavy jackets to keep the chill at bay as they continued their work.
Isabelle didn’t notice the cold until her shivering made it difficult to keep typing. She only took a short break to put on her coat and gloves, turn on her space heater, and drink some hot coffee from her thermos, and then it was back to work. There was always a mountain of paperwork in the Dean’s office, from invoices and inter-department communications to student grades and research grant requests. Someone had to make sure the papers were filed, the requests routed, and the daily thrum of mail kept moving, and the pool of secretaries had steadily dwindled since she started working here four months ago. Even with less hands to handle the paperwork, the work itself never stopped.
She didn’t mind, though. It was gratifying to be so useful and busy, so she stayed behind long after the others left and the temperature in the building had dropped. She found that she did some of her best work in the evening, when there were fewer distractions and the incoming flow of work slowed, if only for the night. Plus, no one was around to be bothered by her humming, which helped keep her spirits up.
A knock on the door of her office caused her to nearly drop the stack of papers she was holding. Isabelle wasn’t expecting anyone as the Dean had long ago left for home and most of the professors were also gone for the day. “One moment!” she said, crossing the few feet to her office door. Upon opening it, she was greeted by the sight of a familiar pink-furred rabbit.
“Hi Lucy!” Isabelle said.
"Evening, Izzy!" Lucy looked past her into Isabelle’s crowded office. It was more of a glorified storage closet, stuffed with boxes and stacks of paper, but she didn't mind. So long as she had a desk for her computer and space to store paperwork, that's all she needed. "Still working hard?"
"Oh yes! There are grades to file away, expense accounts to add to the ledger, meeting minutes to transcribe and–"
"Same as always, I see. Have you had dinner yet?"
"No, but I'm okay!” Isabelle replied. “I had a sandwich from the vending machine in the breakroom for lunch today. It was pretty good."
"The ones made from those impossibly thin slices of bread?” Lucy said. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. How about we go hit up Leo's? I could really use one of his coffees to perk me up after such a long day."
"Oh, well, I'd love to, but there's still a lot of–"
"C'mon, the work ain't going anywhere. I don't think this place will collapse if you're gone for a couple hours."
"Well, yes, but–"
"My treat," Lucy said. "And they're serving Leo's special tonight."
Isabelle hesitated for a moment. She hated to leave all this work behind, but then again, Leo's was her favorite restaurant. And if Lucy was treating her...
"Okay, let me get my hat and parka. I think the cold air will help energize me a bit."
The early spring air practically hit her in the face the moment she stepped outside. Isabelle quickly tightened her hood, leaving only her eyes and a flash of yellow fur visible. Her entire body shivered as she and Lucy huddled together and practically jogged through the snow to the University metro station. Leo’s was a beloved fixture in the building, offering a nice view of the passing metro trains and Fichina City’s skyline while promising a quick, hot meal for those on the go and a warm place to sit for those with the time to spare.
They both stayed silent until they got their cups of Leo’s finest, as they would barely have been able to get a proper word out until they warmed up and the chattering of their teeth stopped. It was practically a ritual here, with all other concerns put on hold until one was warm and comfortable. Isabelle wasn’t sure if Leo’s coffee was so good because it was so warm after a jaunt through the frigid air or if it was simply that amazing. Probably a mix of both, though she never had a chance to try it otherwise.
“Ah, that hit the spot!” she sighed.
“Yeah, makes it worth the dash through the cold just to get here!” Lucy agreed. “If they ever build that coffee pipeline the engineering students keep talking about every year, I might never leave the Astroscience building.”
“Oh, wouldn’t that be convenient!”
Lucy smirked over her cup. “On second thought, maybe it is a good thing they haven’t gotten around to it. Gives us an excuse to get out of there every now and then.”
“Such a cruel fate. Imagine how much more work I could get done!”
“Yeah, kinda frightening to think about.” After placing their orders for two Leo’s Special, Lucy continued. “So how have you been? We haven’t had much chance to catch up, what with midterms bearing down on us.”
“Yeah, pretty busy, but I’ve been able to stay on top of it,” Isabelle said. “The work hasn’t seemed to let up since Cara and Dachs were let go last month, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“I see,” Lucy said, her gaze not wavering from Isabelle. “Izzy, give it to me straight: when was the last time you went home?”
“Oh! Uh…” Isabelle shrank into herself, though not from the cold this time. “...Last weekend?”
“Izzy!”
“It’s okay, really! The gym showers are not far away from the Astroscience building, and I’m able to get back home to do laundry and make myself meals for the week!”
“It’s a near-literal icebox at night! How do you stand sleeping in there?”
“I have plenty of blankets and the small office warms up pretty quickly. I get so much done this way!”
Lucy buried her face in her hands and sighed. “Izzy, I swear, this department doesn’t deserve you.” She ran her hands through her hair and over her ears, causing them to spring back upright as she stared out the window.
"Look, Izzy,” she said, “there was a reason I wanted to talk with you tonight. I won't sugarcoat it: the University is downsizing."
"Again?"
"Yes, again. And you're on the chopping block this time."
Isabelle blinked in surprise and her breath caught in her throat. "What? Me? Why?"
Lucy scowled out the window in the direction of the University. "The Dean has no idea how much you hold her office together and frankly doesn't care aside from how much the admin staff is costing the department. I tried to fight it and tell her she’s an idiot for even thinking of laying you off, but she’s not interested in what a mere associate professor has to say.” She sighed heavily, weariness crossing her face. “I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I’d rather you hear it from me now than when the University hands you your severance notice."
"Oh." Isabelle gazed into her coffee, suddenly feeling exhausted. She'd been working at the University for four months, the longest she held onto a job for the past year since Snowpoint was destroyed in the Aparoid War. She hoped that finally she found a place for her after all this time, and she made such good friends while working there. Apparently, it wasn't to be. "Well, I guess it's back to the job search. I'm sure there are companies hiring."
Lucy placed her hand on hers and smiled. "Well, there I have some good news! You remember that my dad works for Star Fox, right?”
The bells in Isabelle’s hair tie jingled as she perked up. “Of course! How can I forget?”
Lucy’s smile grew. “Well you see, with all of the work they've been getting recently between hunting down Androssian and Aparoid remnants and providing security details throughout Lylat, they've been overwhelmed with all of the paperwork. They're pilots, not office workers. Dad complains about it every time I talk to him. So, I can let him know you're looking for a new job. I have no doubts they'll hire you on the spot, and I guarantee you, they will appreciate the work you do and the pay will be a lot better." Her eyes flashed darkly. "I'll make sure of that."
Isabelle felt tears of relief and gratitude welling up in her eyes. "Oh Lucy, how can I ever thank you?"
"No need to thank me, this is the least I can do for all of the hard work and long hours you've done for the department. I can only hope the job makes up for all of the crap you had to put up with over the past six months."
"Oh! Speaking of which, I really should get back! I have to make sure all of my work is finished, the reports are organized, and–"
"Whoa, settle down there for a second," Lucy said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "They're firing you, remember? I don't think you owe them anything. Let’s enjoy our dinner, talk about something other than work, and then you go home and, I dunno, finish reading that novel you've been telling me about. Let me talk to Dad and I'll let you know what he says in the morning, okay?"
Isabelle nodded, her bells ringing merrily. “Okay!”
“Then it’s settled! Now,” Lucy said, her nose twitching mischievously, “since I don’t know when I’ll be able to do this next, let me regale you with the latest inter-departmental drama wracking our fair U of F…”
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A story in two parts... 🙃
The Apple Nectar actually ended up being okay quality though! Not too shabby for Lea's first attempt.
As promised, my thoughts on nectar making are below the cut ↓
The nectar making skill is built slowly and gained at a much slower rate than horseback riding, for instance. I'm assuming that's because it's a 5-tier skill instead of 10-tier skill, but Lea didn't level up to level 2 until 4 or 5 bottles later. 🥴
That being said: even a poor, unaged bottle of nectar goes for 55 simoleons. That's a good profit, especially if you're growing your own produce, so it's a lucrative skill right off the bat. Considering that Lea can't get a job because a horse and a ranch are basically a full-time job, it's nice to have a skill that can help pay the bills. I also love the "aging" rack because, surprisingly, it's functional! Hallelujah! I'm so tired of getting a plethora of cute, decorative objects that serve no function or even go as far to allude to an actual skill without providing it (I'm looking at you, woven basket decor items - but more on that later). However, I had no idea how long it took to age a bottle of nectar. I'm guessing it is worth the wait and will increase the price, quality, and potency when consumed...but I'd had a bottle of apple nectar put away for a few days and it still hadn't aged. (I just looked it up and Google says 1 week, which feels reasonable in "sim time." I was worried it would be longer.)
I do wish there were a few more animations while making nectar just so it could be more interesting to watch, but honestly I don't think it takes that long to produce a bottle in comparison to other skills in the game (like gardening... GOD growing and tending crops in TS4 is excruciatingly tedious). Plus, if you have the "rancher" skill, you can sometimes get additional bottles out of one nectar-making session, so that's really nice. Visually, I'd compare this skill to knitting and cross-stitching due to its repetition, and if you're wondering what it looks like... well, the trailer shows it all lol. I don't think there's much to it: they stomp a little, fall, get up, repeat until the nectar is complete. Then they step out, seal the bottle, and the bottle goes into their inventory. There are some pretty funny expressions you can get though (outtake below).
Because this skill's animation is pretty repetitive and simple, I think they should have thrown one or even two more skills in there. After all, this pack is $40. Basket weaving, as I mentioned above, would even used a similar animation to an already existing in-game skill (cross stitching) so I think this would have been fairly easy to implement. In fact, I'm still shocked it isn't a part of this pack. There are some good decorative objects and CAS items that allude to Native culture, but by and large the pack lacks actual substance to represent actively living in these cultures - I think skills like basket weaving or pottery would have been a great way to add substance to the pack AND create an opportunity to talk more about Native American cultures and pay proper homage to their traditions and skillsets. I would have loved seeing elder native sims mentoring young sims in basket weaving like they can do with knitting, for instance... that would have been so adorable. 🥺❤️ It just feels like a real missed opportunity on their part. One recipe (smh) and a couple decorative objects/cas items are a good start, but more could have definitely been done. If modders can implement these things for free, game devs should have no problem implementing these features. ESPECIALLY when you consider the pack's asking price... and I stand by that!
All that being said, I am pleased with this skill and find the animations cute, but it's certainly not intensive enough that they can justify it being the only skill in the pack separate from horse-related skills. (Which, for the record, I don't really count because that's the whole selling point of the pack. Anything horse related should be a given).
I'm not trying to diminish the amount of work it took to animate and implement horses - I haven't experienced many bugs personally, and I know adding an entirely new living creature with customization and personalization is tedious. Even so, I still don't think the full price is justified. Comparing it to Cats and Dogs, I think this EP missed a lot of good opportunities to implement a new career, skills, and gameplay. I even feel like we could have gotten some new dialogue interactions, or even a spiritual/cultural trait related to Native American ideologies or customs (kind of like the child of the island/child of the ocean traits we got with Island Living) but I've yet to see many notable additions in that regard. If this pack was a $20 game pack I think I would feel totally different. I'm having fun, but I would never be able to justify spending $40.
SO... would I recommend it? Honestly... so far, yeah. I would just snag it when it goes on sale for $20 (or through other means. You do you). $20 is the price it should have been in the first place. But I am shocked at how much fun I've been having. The CAS and Build/Buy is really good, maybe my favorite in a while (but I'm into the rugged, dirty, western style quite a bit... if that's not your thing, this pack won't do anything for you). The horses are cool and in my experience after playing it for a few days, they're animated really well (surprisingly... I thought this pack would be 'My Wedding Stories' all over again). I also love this world. It's right up there with San Myshuno, Brindleton Bay, and Windenburg for me.
Coming up: I'll be taking Lea into town- she's a loner, but it's time to force her out of her comfort zone so she can make some friends. (Plus, I really want to see the new dance floor animation haha.)
Like always, if you read all that, I have big big love for you. I leave you with a little kith upon your head (or a respective big thumbs up if physical affection is not your jam).
#ts4 gameplay#ts4 horse ranch#ts4#simblr#the sims 4#sims 4#the sims community#new ep thoughts#sims 4 gameplay#ts4 pack review#atfs#oc: lea
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Erik Lehnsherr x Reader ( x Alex Summers) || Drabble
Plot: Parallels between You&Erik and Jean&Logan in X2. "... Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, Logan. They don't take him home... They marry the good guy."
Warnings: Age difference and Alex' death (WHICH I'M STILL UPSET ABOUT).
"Girl’s flirt with the dangerous guy, Logan." Jean tells him, carefully, looking up at Wolverine. You're stood off to the side, having been intending to climb aboard the ship and ask her how the repairs are going before he got to her- Now you just try to stay very still and not be heard, lest you make the already awkward situation, much worse.
Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet, be quiet... You think to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. Don't you dare make a sound, forest. This so not the time!
"They don't take him home." Jean continues, and your eyes crack open; Something in her words- and the look on Wolverine's face, are familiar to you. Compelling. "... They marry the good guy… "
You think of the ring on your left hand, and use your thumb to twist it around; Just to remind yourself that it’s there…. Even though Alex is not, anymore.
She's right. And Alex was a really good guy.
"I could be the good guy."
"Logan, the good guy sticks around."
Then they kiss, and you - silently as possible, - twist around; Wincing when the leaves make noise under foot. You just hope they're too caught up in each other’s faces, and the inevitable backlash coming from Jean, to hear you. Taking one big step, on tip toe, you start to sneak away- managing to create a good distance between yourself and the ill-conceived 'couple', before Erik appears out of nowhere.
He nearly gives you a stroke, coming down from the sky and touching base beside you, a mischievous and curious look on his stupid face at your over-the-top sneaking. You press a hand to your chest, trying to calm down your racing heart and just thanking god you didn't yelp- you're still close enough that any noise above a whisper would notify the Wolverine.
"Erik I swear to god... " You breath out heavily, glancing back just to make sure the coast is clear still. Then you look back, and scrunch up your nose at him; Resting your hands sternly on your hips. "What have I told you about doing that!"
"I'm sure not to, but for full disclosure my dear- I don't recall." He makes an innocent face, but it’s full of crap and you know the look quite well.
"You probably weren't listening." You deadpan.
"Probably." Erik agrees, softly. "You know me well."
Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms and enjoy in the silence for a moment... thoughts returning to the scene you just watched by the ship. It was familiar, and you remember now- why it was so. You must have had a million versions of that same conversation, that same quiet, traitorous moment, before... with Erik.
But you made the same decision as Jean. You picked the good guy - coincidentally, the Summers’ guy, -, because even though in some respects, you agree with Erik's motives, you never agreed with his methods. His life was and is- a whirlwind, and you could - would, - never conjure a fantasy, in which you would ever fit into it.
And oh... Alex was so wonderful. Make no mistake, you love - loved? - Erik... but you loved - love, - Alex, too, just the same.
"... My dear, what are you thinking about?" Erik breaks the silence, of course, and you realise why when you notice your thumb nail between your teeth as you think. Removing it, you shake some hair out of your face and at the same time shake off those thoughts. You'll only lose yourself if you go down that path, and you need to be present right now. With Charles captured and all hell breaking loose like it is, you need your wits about you. Erik cannot distract you, now.
But, still- you could always talk to Erik about anything. "Alex and I." You admit boldly, watching for his reaction; Wondering if he would back off, or get bitter about it all... how you rejected him for Alex so many times all those years ago.
… He doesn't show much, but a flicker of a grin at the corner of his mouth.
"What a love story that was." He allows softly, kindly.
It makes you smile genuinely at him, and uncross your arms. An almost mischievous grin of your own then slips over your face, baiting him. You're curious, suddenly; To know what Erik's thinking. Taking a deep breath as if changing the topic, you hold your arms behind your back and ask: "... so, you seen what's going on between Jean and Wolverine?"
"Oh, yes." He chuckles. "The Wolverine's moony glances her way are plenty for me to gather what's going on between those two." He rolls his eyes up towards the sky. "What a predicament, for them."
"Y'think she'll pick Scott in the end?"
"Oh, definitely. She's far too smart." He gives you a meaningful look, and you feel love for him wash over you once again- not that it ever really left you.
So... it’s possible you never stopped loving him.
"Maybe in 40 years they'll get another chance." You finally manage to spit out after a few moments of silence pass between you.
Erik smirks. "Maybe."
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