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treasure-mimic · 8 months

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So, let me try and put everything together here, because I really do think it needs to be talked about.

Today, Unity announced that it intends to apply a fee to use its software. Then it got worse.

For those not in the know, Unity is the most popular free to use video game development tool, offering a basic version for individuals who want to learn how to create games or create independently alongside paid versions for corporations or people who want more features. It's decent enough at this job, has issues but for the price point I can't complain, and is the idea entry point into creating in this medium, it's a very important piece of software.

But speaking of tools, the CEO is a massive one. When he was the COO of EA, he advocated for using, what out and out sounds like emotional manipulation to coerce players into microtransactions.

"A consumer gets engaged in a property, they might spend 10, 20, 30, 50 hours on the game and then when they're deep into the game they're well invested in it. We're not gouging, but we're charging and at that point in time the commitment can be pretty high."

He also called game developers who don't discuss monetization early in the planning stages of development, quote, "fucking idiots".

So that sets the stage for what might be one of the most bald-faced greediest moves I've seen from a corporation in a minute. Most at least have the sense of self-preservation to hide it.

A few hours ago, Unity posted this announcement on the official blog.

Effective January 1, 2024, we will introduce a new Unity Runtime Fee that’s based on game installs. We will also add cloud-based asset storage, Unity DevOps tools, and AI at runtime at no extra cost to Unity subscription plans this November. We are introducing a Unity Runtime Fee that is based upon each time a qualifying game is downloaded by an end user. We chose this because each time a game is downloaded, the Unity Runtime is also installed. Also we believe that an initial install-based fee allows creators to keep the ongoing financial gains from player engagement, unlike a revenue share.

Now there are a few red flags to note in this pitch immediately.

Unity is planning on charging a fee on all games which use its engine.

This is a flat fee per number of installs.

They are using an always online runtime function to determine whether a game is downloaded.

There is just so many things wrong with this that it's hard to know where to start, not helped by this FAQ which doubled down on a lot of the major issues people had.

I guess let's start with what people noticed first. Because it's using a system baked into the software itself, Unity would not be differentiating between a "purchase" and a "download". If someone uninstalls and reinstalls a game, that's two downloads. If someone gets a new computer or a new console and downloads a game already purchased from their account, that's two download. If someone pirates the game, the studio will be asked to pay for that download.

Q: How are you going to collect installs? A: We leverage our own proprietary data model. We believe it gives an accurate determination of the number of times the runtime is distributed for a given project. Q: Is software made in unity going to be calling home to unity whenever it's ran, even for enterprice licenses? A: We use a composite model for counting runtime installs that collects data from numerous sources. The Unity Runtime Fee will use data in compliance with GDPR and CCPA. The data being requested is aggregated and is being used for billing purposes. Q: If a user reinstalls/redownloads a game / changes their hardware, will that count as multiple installs? A: Yes. The creator will need to pay for all future installs. The reason is that Unity doesn’t receive end-player information, just aggregate data. Q: What's going to stop us being charged for pirated copies of our games? A: We do already have fraud detection practices in our Ads technology which is solving a similar problem, so we will leverage that know-how as a starting point. We recognize that users will have concerns about this and we will make available a process for them to submit their concerns to our fraud compliance team.

This is potentially related to a new system that will require Unity Personal developers to go online at least once every three days.

Starting in November, Unity Personal users will get a new sign-in and online user experience. Users will need to be signed into the Hub with their Unity ID and connect to the internet to use Unity. If the internet connection is lost, users can continue using Unity for up to 3 days while offline. More details to come, when this change takes effect.

It's unclear whether this requirement will be attached to any and all Unity games, though it would explain how they're theoretically able to track "the number of installs", and why the methodology for tracking these installs is so shit, as we'll discuss later.

Unity claims that it will only leverage this fee to games which surpass a certain threshold of downloads and yearly revenue.

Only games that meet the following thresholds qualify for the Unity Runtime Fee: Unity Personal and Unity Plus: Those that have made $200,000 USD or more in the last 12 months AND have at least 200,000 lifetime game installs. Unity Pro and Unity Enterprise: Those that have made $1,000,000 USD or more in the last 12 months AND have at least 1,000,000 lifetime game installs.

They don't say how they're going to collect information on a game's revenue, likely this is just to say that they're only interested in squeezing larger products (games like Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail, Fate Grand Order, Among Us, and Fall Guys) and not every 2 dollar puzzle platformer that drops on Steam. But also, these larger products have the easiest time porting off of Unity and the most incentives to, meaning realistically those heaviest impacted are going to be the ones who just barely meet this threshold, most of them indie developers.

Aggro Crab Games, one of the first to properly break this story, points out that systems like the Xbox Game Pass, which is already pretty predatory towards smaller developers, will quickly inflate their "lifetime game installs" meaning even skimming the threshold of that 200k revenue, will be asked to pay a fee per install, not a percentage on said revenue.

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Hey Gamers!

Today, Unity (the engine we use to make our games) announced that they'll soon be taking a fee from developers for every copy of the game installed over a certain threshold - regardless of how that copy was obtained.

Guess who has a somewhat highly anticipated game coming to Xbox Game Pass in 2024? That's right, it's us and a lot of other developers.

That means Another Crab's Treasure will be free to install for the 25 million Game Pass subscribers. If a fraction of those users download our game, Unity could take a fee that puts an enormous dent in our income and threatens the sustainability of our business.

And that's before we even think about sales on other platforms, or pirated installs of our game, or even multiple installs by the same user!!!

This decision puts us and countless other studios in a position where we might not be able to justify using Unity for our future titles. If these changes aren't rolled back, we'll be heavily considering abandoning our wealth of Unity expertise we've accumulated over the years and starting from scratch in a new engine. Which is really something we'd rather not do.

On behalf of the dev community, we're calling on Unity to reverse the latest in a string of shortsighted decisions that seem to prioritize shareholders over their product's actual users.

I fucking hate it here.

-Aggro Crab - END DESCRIPTION]

That fee, by the way, is a flat fee. Not a percentage, not a royalty. This means that any games made in Unity expecting any kind of success are heavily incentivized to cost as much as possible.

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A table listing the various fees by number of Installs over the Install Threshold vs. version of Unity used, ranging from $0.01 to $0.20 per install. END DESCRIPTION]

Basic elementary school math tells us that if a game comes out for $1.99, they will be paying, at maximum, 10% of their revenue to Unity, whereas jacking the price up to $59.99 lowers that percentage to something closer to 0.3%. Obviously any company, especially any company in financial desperation, which a sudden anchor on all your revenue is going to create, is going to choose the latter.

Furthermore, and following the trend of "fuck anyone who doesn't ask for money", Unity helpfully defines what an install is on their main site.

While I'm looking at this page as it exists now, it currently says

The installation and initialization of a game or app on an end user’s device as well as distribution via streaming is considered an “install.” Games or apps with substantially similar content may be counted as one project, with installs then aggregated to calculate the Unity Runtime Fee.

However, I saw a screenshot saying something different, and utilizing the Wayback Machine we can see that this phrasing was changed at some point in the few hours since this announcement went up. Instead, it reads:

The installation and initialization of a game or app on an end user’s device as well as distribution via streaming or web browser is considered an “install.” Games or apps with substantially similar content may be counted as one project, with installs then aggregated to calculate the Unity Runtime Fee.

Screenshot for posterity:

That would mean web browser games made in Unity would count towards this install threshold. You could legitimately drive the count up simply by continuously refreshing the page. The FAQ, again, doubles down.

Q: Does this affect WebGL and streamed games? A: Games on all platforms are eligible for the fee but will only incur costs if both the install and revenue thresholds are crossed. Installs - which involves initialization of the runtime on a client device - are counted on all platforms the same way (WebGL and streaming included).

And, what I personally consider to be the most suspect claim in this entire debacle, they claim that "lifetime installs" includes installs prior to this change going into effect.

Will this fee apply to games using Unity Runtime that are already on the market on January 1, 2024? Yes, the fee applies to eligible games currently in market that continue to distribute the runtime. We look at a game's lifetime installs to determine eligibility for the runtime fee. Then we bill the runtime fee based on all new installs that occur after January 1, 2024.

Again, again, doubled down in the FAQ.

Q: Are these fees going to apply to games which have been out for years already? If you met the threshold 2 years ago, you'll start owing for any installs monthly from January, no? (in theory). It says they'll use previous installs to determine threshold eligibility & then you'll start owing them for the new ones. A: Yes, assuming the game is eligible and distributing the Unity Runtime then runtime fees will apply. We look at a game's lifetime installs to determine eligibility for the runtime fee. Then we bill the runtime fee based on all new installs that occur after January 1, 2024.

That would involve billing companies for using their software before telling them of the existence of a bill. Holding their actions to a contract that they performed before the contract existed!

Okay. I think that's everything. So far.

There is one thing that I want to mention before ending this post, unfortunately it's a little conspiratorial, but it's so hard to believe that anyone genuinely thought this was a good idea that it's stuck in my brain as a significant possibility.

A few days ago it was reported that Unity's CEO sold 2,000 shares of his own company.

On September 6, 2023, John Riccitiello, President and CEO of Unity Software Inc (NYSE:U), sold 2,000 shares of the company. This move is part of a larger trend for the insider, who over the past year has sold a total of 50,610 shares and purchased none.

I would not be surprised if this decision gets reversed tomorrow, that it was literally only made for the CEO to short his own goddamn company, because I would sooner believe that this whole thing is some idiotic attempt at committing fraud than a real monetization strategy, even knowing how unfathomably greedy these people can be.

So, with all that said, what do we do now?

Well, in all likelihood you won't need to do anything. As I said, some of the biggest names in the industry would be directly affected by this change, and you can bet your bottom dollar that they're not just going to take it lying down. After all, the only way to stop a greedy CEO is with a greedier CEO, right?

(I fucking hate it here.)

And that's not mentioning the indie devs who are already talking about abandoning the engine.

[Links display tweets from the lead developer of Among Us saying it'd be less costly to hire people to move the game off of Unity and Cult of the Lamb's official twitter saying the game won't be available after January 1st in response to the news.]

That being said, I'm still shaken by all this. The fact that Unity is openly willing to go back and punish its developers for ever having used the engine in the past makes me question my relationship to it.

The news has given rise to the visibility of free, open source alternative Godot, which, if you're interested, is likely a better option than Unity at this point. Mostly, though, I just hope we can get out of this whole, fucking, environment where creatives are treated as an endless mill of free profits that's going to be continuously ratcheted up and up to drive unsustainable infinite corporate growth that our entire economy is based on for some fuckin reason.

Anyways, that's that, I find having these big posts that break everything down to be helpful.

#Unity #Unity3D #Video Games #Game Development #Game Developers #fuckshit #I don't know what to tag news like this

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laurentdirosetti · 1 year

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"Support character"

{Idia Shroud x gn/MC}

Tags: hiding, cute, shy, curing wounds, soft touches, breathing onto the neck.

You have always been a passionate video game player, so you wanted to get to play with the weeb himself, Idia Shroud. You knew his reputation wasn't the best, among other nicknames, people called him otaku, freak, weirdo... But that didn't really mean anything to you, since you were pretty much the same. Despite being an introvert, you wouldn't define yourself as a shut-in kind of person. You enjoyed spending time with your friends and talking to people from time to time.

Nevertheless, you were having a hard time approaching Idia, he almost never leaves his room and it was difficult to locate his floating tablet. But one day destiny kicked in: you were walking to your next class with professor Crewel when you heard people arguing in one of the classrooms next to your locker. There was a group of bullies making fun of your well-known floating tablet.

They spitted out a lot of hurtful things like "you're gonna die alone because you're a weirdo", "if it wasn't for your brother nobody could go near you" or "what's so great about you when you can't even show your face?". You didn't know such pea-brains had the audacity to pick on him, he’s known for being a genius after all, but you couldn't stand it any more and entered the class bravely.

MC: hey! Stop bothering him and f*ck off!

They turned around infuriated and gave you a glare.

Bullies: mind your business, you're so little you wouldn't even protect yourself, loser.

Nonetheless, that wasn’t going to move you from there. On one hand, you decided to protect Idia, maybe out of admiration, maybe because of another motive you couldn’t figure out yet. On the other hand, even though you tried your best to look sharp and intimidating, you were actually very scared of those giants—all Savanaclaw students have to be this buffed?

Noticing you weren’t moving, the king bee started walking towards you at a slow pace trying to look menacing, which was pretty much working, honestly. Your shoulders began to shake. It would be a lie to say you stepped in with a plan to start with. As in games, you never had a plan for attacking the enemies, you just go with all your force —but you haven’t that strength in real life.

MC: leave him alone…

That big guy was in front of you and ready to punch you in the face, but Idia's tablet got in the way. The machine screen bursted into pieces that flew all over the place and cut one of your cheeks. The bullies laughed loudly and made fun of Idia's intent to protect you, cutting your face in the process and breaking in pieces. But that didn’t end there,the big one wasn't satisfied with the results, after all, he wanted to hit you.

Without thinking, you took the remains of the tablet in your hands and ran out of the classroom. All the bullies followed you along the corridor. When you turned to the left you felt someone grabbing your hands, making you enter one tiny room.

Your face bumped with a hard surface, so you placed your hands trying to figure out what it was. Your fingers detected what was a boy’s chest and you rapidly open your eyes and looked up to your savior. The room would be completely in the dark if it wasn’t for Idia’s blue fire hair which let you see his embarrassed expression. His eyes were wide open and his mouth strongly shut. You tried to let some air between the two of you but there wasn’t really too much space to move, so you couldn’t move away from him.

Idia: so- sorry to bring you to the storage room…I- I had no other alternative in order to lose those NPCs.

He stumbled over his words, even though he tried looking up to avoid direct eye contact. From your perspective the view wasn’t so bad, it was your first time meeting Idia and from that close. His skin was so pale you couldn’t even find a mark on his body, whiter than the snow itself you would say. The darkness of the storage room added to the light of his hair, highlighting his bones and muscles as he breathed and moved his head to one side. He kept on trying to make space between you, without success. You felt sorry for him and tried to calm the atmosphere, maybe if he gets to know you better he wouldn’t mind making eye contact with you —and even playing videogames together, you wish.

MC: NPCs? They were more like minor bosses from the in-between levels.

Idia let out a small laugh and then remained silent. That was definitely not the typical answer he gets when he talks that way. Nobody has ever followed his videogame slang. Most people would hush him or ignore his comments, since they don’t know what he’s talking about to start with. This little word exchange warmed his shaking heart and gave him the courage to look a bit down to see your face.

MC: that sure scared me, I usually try to avoid trouble.

Idia: the- then why did you… suddenly charge in?

MC: well… they were shouting bad things at you…

Idia: oh… really? I was on mute all the time.

You both stared at each other astonished. He wasn’t having any problem after all, he couldn’t even hear them. Suddenly, you felt really ashamed and your face started to show it by making you blush blatantly. Idia noticed your expression and was kinda amused by your reaction, enough to make him smile viciously while staring directly into your face. Then, among all the red your face could hold, he saw a tiny line of blood that went from your cheek down your neck.

Without realizing it he was rising up your chin to closely examine your little cut.

He took one handkerchief out of his hoodie and cleaned away the blood. He was being really careful not to hurt you, giving soft touches to wipe the blood. His other hand was gently placed on your shoulder. You didn’t know this side of him and surely wasn’t disappointed at all. His face was closer than before and you could feel his warm breath mix with yours.

Once he finished, he realized the situation he inadvertently created: face to face with you, one hand on your shoulder, the other caressing your cheek with a handkerchief, eyes to eyes… He jolted and glued his body against the wall the best he could. It was his time to get red, but ridiculously red, not only his face changed colors, his hair too.

MC: your hair turned red, are you all right?

Idia: do- don’t look a-at it, ple-please!

His long and trembling hands covered up your vision. You could feel his cold touch and trembling fingers on your eyelids.

MC: what 's wrong?

Idia: you- you obviously think I’m strange right?? my hair is on fi- fire and even changes co- colors, what a weirdo ri- right??

MC: well, Grimm’s ears are on fire too and your brother’s hair is also on fire, what’s so bad about it?

Idia: Wh- What’s so bad!? I want to live inadvertently and it’s impossible because everyone would lay their eyes on a head on fire, it’s frustrating.

MC: I think it looks very cool, actually.

Idia: I see, yo- you approached me because you think I’m some fair attraction right?

MC: No! That’s not true!

Idia: but you approached me because I’m weird right?!

MC: That’s no why I approached you!

Idia: then why did you approach me!?

MC: because I want to play videogames with you!

There it is, you finally said it. After all that yelling, it was easier to shout it out. Now, the room was dead silent. Idia’s hand were still on your eyelids, but you couldn’t feel his shaking anymore. He was calm and his touch felt warmer than before. You took his hands and slowly moved them down.

Frankly, he was surprised. Nobody, other than Ortho, has ever asked him to play videogames together. It was a first for him and he didn’t know what to say or how to react. He was repeating your last sentence again and again on loop in his head.

He is a genius, that is true for him, he’s sure his mind and creations are brilliant enough to awe anyone. Nevertheless, he felt so dumb right now…

To be continued

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #Twst idia #twst idia shroud #Twst idia smut #idia x you #idia x mc #idia x yuu #idia x y/n #idia shroud smut #idia shroud #Twisted wonderland idia #Twisted wonderland idia smut #Smut #idia smut

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littlemarianah · 1 month

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POV. Peeta

A story about Rye Mellark.

I never expected a second child...

Willow had just stopped wearing diapers. She was a happy and laughing girl. She ran around the house with loud footsteps and jumped into my lap when I came home from work.

She was a miracle. Katniss got pregnant after almost a year of trying, after more than a decade of planning. The pregnancy was slow and difficult. Katniss looked completely destroyed every time I looked at her. I thought she would be the only one.

One day Katniss looked at me and said:

"I'm ready for one more."

And I asked "one more what?"

"Kid!" She answered me in the most obvious way possible. She spoke as if I had asked for one more. She always thought I wanted to have a big family. But I never said that. I think she was the one who wanted it, but didn't have the courage to admit it.

She started having dreams about a girl with blonde hair. She told me that this time she would be just like me, since Willow was so much like her. She was sure she was going to be a girl and we were going to name her Pearl.

In her first pregnancy, she craved wild berries, game meat, and forest roots; all the food she got in the forest, but she couldn't go and get it because of her huge belly and the harsh winter before Willow was born.

This time, even before she got pregnant, she wanted sweet and soft things. Like orange cakes, cinnamon rolls and gingerbread. She made me happy when she asked me for something that she was capable of doing. I cooked everything she wanted.

It didn't take long to finally become pregnant. Pregnancy was very different than the first time.

She was constantly smiling.

Her sexual desire was uncontrollable. She would drag me into the bakery storage room or onto the living room couch when Willow was taking a nap. She vocalized like she never did. She called me names or said things I never imagined would come out of her mouth.

She hunted almost every day and always made new dishes for us. She had much more strength than before. Once she dragged an entire deer from the forest to our house. I worried about how much effort she was putting in when she was nine months pregnant.

Rye was born at almost 42 weeks, her birth took a whole day and night. He was born on one of the hottest days in August. He was so fat and chubby that Willow's newborn clothes didn't even fit him.

Katniss thought he was a lot like me. Everyone talked about how Rye was my copy. Especially when he turned into a tall, burly, blonde teenager. But I always thought he looked like his mother. Even more so than Willow, who had Katniss's long, black hair.

Rye had Katniss's brave, silver eyes. They both had eagle eyes. Suspicious and attentive to everything. He had her sharp ears. And he had his talent for hunting. His hands were definitely like mine though. Thick fingers and large palms. Great for kneading bread.

At 14, he was already taller than his sister and mother. At 16, he looked 20. I didn't want him to help me at the bakery so soon, but I was old. Carrying those bags of flour all day with just one leg was too much for me at almost 50 years old. I was too weak for that. Rye started helping me when he was 15 and was much stronger than I was at his age. He had a talent in the kitchen. His breads were always perfect.

He was handsome but shy. He looked like my brother Bran, without the heartthrob charm. The girls seemed to like him. They always showed up at the bakery and bought a single cookie just to talk to him. Even though Rye looked older, he was still just a teenager. He would shrug his shoulders, get red in the face and flee to the kitchen as soon as he could.

He never had many friends. He spoke little. He would run away from school to go to the forest like Katniss used to do. She couldn't stay mad at him for that.

"He'll learn much more in the forest than at school." she said

I always warned him, but he said it was just this time. And he ended up coming home with a basket of berries and a fox again.

Rye was growing up and different from Willow, who went to study nursing far from District 12. He didn't want to leave our side. He kept carrying the heavy bags of flour for me and going into the forest to hunt with his mother.

He was always very kind, even too much.

He always let his sister have the biggest piece of pie for dessert.

He always helped me up the stairs, my legs becoming weaker as I got older.

One day I saw him talking at the back of the bakery. He whispered and a voice whispered back. They were giggling. She was a short girl with short brown hair. She started coming almost every day. Then they talked, giggled, and she left.

Until one day, they decided to get married. They were never engaged, and no one even knew that they were seeing each other. If Katniss liked to be secretive from the world, Rye was even more so. He didn't have a wedding and only invited me, Katniss, and Willow.

He just asked me to make a small cake with white icing and raspberry jam inside.

Rye's wife, Piper, was quieter than him. She had big brown eyes and got along very well with Katniss. The two used to sing. Piper knew how to please Katniss in a way I've never seen anyone else do.

The two moved to a cabin in the middle of the forest. 20 minutes walking from our house.

Then came the first granddaughter. A girl with black hair and honey eyes. Willow delivered her niece, there wouldn't be anyone better than her to do it. Since she had been a midwife for over five years at that time.

I remember the day Piper arrived at the door of our house with her belly too big for her. Rye hammered the door with his heavy hands, almost knocking it down. She moaned and cried until Katniss held her in her arms and carried her upstairs. Willow ran out with washcloths and basins of water. We never talk much about it, but Rye said she didn't have any family besides us.

Piper was so scared. She didn't seem to scream in pain, with each contraction she screamed in fear.

"Don't worry, Piper. All births are the same." I heard Willow say.

The girl asked me and Rye to wait outside. She didn't want us in there. Me and Rye sat outside and he put his head in his knees and didn't move until the baby cried. When she screamed from there, he moaned from here.

"Daddy, do you think she's going to die?" He asked me.

"She's much stronger than you imagine." I said.

And it was true.

They were parents at such a young age. Rye was 23 and she was 22. Such a hairy and chubby girl was born.

I later discovered that Katniss's black hair was the dominant gene in the family. They had four children. All with black hair.

Katniss lived more in the cabin they had in the forest than in our own house.

She taught our grandchildren songs and songs. She told about sewing and coal mines. She talked about her father. She talked about Prim. She talked about her late Great-Grandmother Ruth, who Rye's children never got to meet. She talked about her goat Lady Di.

"Where's your leg, grandpa?" the youngest boy asked me.

"I lost it in the Games."

"What games?" He responded.

They didn't know about them. That was something I could never get used to.

When my oldest granddaughter turned 12, we cut a cake and celebrated. That year marked the 50th anniversary of the end of the war.

#the hunger games #katniss everdeen #thg #everlark #peeta mellark #fanfic #epilogue #rye mellark #willow mellark #aesthetic #parenthood #headcanon #toast babies

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theladyofbloodshed · 3 months

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SJM Romance Week - Day 1 - First Date

@sjmromanceweek

With a fear of flying gripping her tight, Nesta just wants to be left alone to spiral in her panic - that is until a swaggering man holds her hand during take off.

The sweating had begun the second she reached the security line which was never a good sign. Nesta tried to act calm, tried not to keep glancing over her shoulders at the security agents as they scanned bags and bodies. Every damn time she made the machine bleep despite ensuring she had no metal on her, as if the machine knew she was panicking and wanted to enhance her worry. True to history, the machine went off and she stepped onto the painted feet for a guard to wave their wand over her. She didn’t know why she was so worried about the security part; Nesta wasn’t smuggling drugs.

Two hours of agony followed.

The duty-free shops didn’t hold her appeal although she’d toyed with buying alcohol to take the edge off things. She’d taken a Xanax already and mixing wouldn’t go well. A book. A new book to keep her occupied, that would do. She checked her gate, double checked it then triple checked it. Lurked near it way before it was boarding time with her new book clutched in her clammy hands. Nesta mentally catalogued her day. She’d watered the plants, Gwyn already had the spare key to water them when needed, she’d turned everything off, locked the door because she’d checked multiple times, had her travel documents on her phone and printed, had only taken hand luggage so it wouldn’t be lost. Everything would be fine. Of course it would be. She was a planner. But she couldn’t plan who was piloting the plane. Couldn’t plan the weather. Couldn’t plan if a freak bolt of lightning struck the plane and zapped them off the face of the earth. Nesta swigged down mouthfuls of sparkling water. She hated it but it made her burp and that alleviated her churning stomach.

When the agents called for boarding, Nesta was first in the queue. Priority boarding had been purchased so she could panic in her seat. Her legs trembled up the metal stairs to board the plane. Planes flew every day. Hundreds of them. All crisscrossing across the sky. And she’d be on the unlucky anomaly. Because of course she would. Nothing ever ran smoothly in her life.

With an eye mask on and a mindfulness podcast blaring in her ears, Nesta tried to block out the rest of the boarding. She was vaguely aware of bodies moving down the aisle or slipping into seats behind or in front of hers, the judder of chairs or slam of the overhead storage. When an elbow knocked into her to take the seat, she didn’t react, just kept listening to the soothing voice telling her to focus on her breathing.

Fingers tapped on her arm repeatedly until she peeled off her mask.

A man with dark-hair tugged into a loose bun at the nape of his neck was gesturing to her headphones. An air steward was watching, life jacket held aloft for the display. ‘Switch to airplane mode or turn off your devices for take off please.’

Nesta fumbled with her phone, hands trembling to change it. She listened to the safety warnings, terror soaking in.

‘Can we swap seats? I don’t want to look out of the window.’

‘Sorry, sweetheart, but I need to leg room in the aisle.’ The man gestured to his broad thighs and long, muscled legs.

Nesta knew well enough that if she even dreamed of closing the hatch on the window, a flight attendant would snap it back up so she could see just how high they were. Once the safety demo had finished, Nesta plugged back into her bubble. Her belt was on but what use was that against a plane crash?

As soon as she felt motion, Nesta was gripping her seat belt as if clinging onto it might save her. Her hands trembled, tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth in her fear as the plane approached the runway.

Then a hand reached for hers. Calloused fingers slid against her own.

Nesta ripped her mask and headphones away in one fell swoop.

‘What the hell are you doing?’

‘You seemed nervous. Thought you’d want a hand to hold.’

The man’s hazel eyes fell to their hands, still entwined then Nesta yanked that away too.

And then the plane was barrelling along the runway, the force pinning her to her seat so she grasped for that hand again. He gave a low chuckle and cradled hers with both of his. Nesta screwed her eyes shut, not wanting to glimpse the moment they took flight or the way the land below would become more and more distant. At Emerie’s encouragement, she’d watched take offs on YouTube, had even tried to play a flight simulator but both of them had freaked her out just as much.

‘Is it just take off or landing too?’

Her words wouldn’t come out. The whole thing was traumatic. The only reason she was flying was because her sister was due to a drop a baby boy any day and Nesta had agreed to be there for the delivery and first couple of weeks of his life. Without a maternal figure, Feyre had decided that Nesta was the closest thing – ignoring the fact neither of them had a clue about babies.

‘What does that beeping mean?’ she hissed.

The man just brushed his thumb in a circle against the back of her hand. ‘It means we can take our seat belts off, sweetheart.’

Reluctantly, she forced open her eyes. People were already releasing their belts and heading to the bathroom. She had held her own urination on every flight. Only poor planners didn’t go before take-off. It would be just her luck that a plane would meet a fiery end whilst she was sat on the toilet.

He leaned over to slide the hatch down, hiding the outside world from view then his fingers headed towards her lap. Nesta was too stunned to react even as he undid her belt.

‘And what happens if this plane starts to plummet from the sky?’

‘I’m sure you can figure out how to put your belt back on,’ he replied, an easy grin on his face. At her terse look, he added, ‘Relax. This plane has never crashed before.’

Nesta busied herself with her book despite the undercurrent of fear threatening to drown her every time she thought too deeply about how the plane remained airborne. The man next to her read the in-flight magazine then began drumming on the fold-out table.

‘Do you mind?’

‘Have you got a request?’

Nesta’s brows drew together. ‘Stop drumming. It’s irritating.’

When the trolley of beverages was a few rows away, he turned to her. ‘What are you having?’

‘Nothing. If I drink, I will need the bathroom. I am not getting up or going there and tempting fate.’

He gave a bellow of a laugh. ‘You’ve thought of everything. You know if the plane crashes, it will make no difference if you’re sat by me or on the toilet.’

Her face must have paled because he added, ‘But it will fly safely to our destination.’

A handsome, swaggering smile was offered to the air stewardess when she approached. ‘Two coffees, chips, M&Ms and whatever drink has the most sugar.’

There was a veritable feast laid out in front of him, but a coffee was placed on the little table that he unfolded at her seat. The M&M pouch was torn open and shook in front of her face.

‘Go on, treat yourself.’

‘Do you just fly around the country and trap women in airline seats so they can’t get away?’

He ran a hand against his black hair. ‘Should I have gotten the peanut ones?’

Nesta took a few and tipped them into her mouth.

‘Careful, sweetheart, you don’t want to choke while the plane is crashing.’

‘You are not funny,’ she complained.

‘When they need to identify your body, what name will go with it?’

This time, she nearly did choke on her handful of M&Ms. ‘Are you serious? Is that how you’re asking my name?’

He spread out his hands, evidently pleased with that terrible line, awaiting her answer.

‘Nesta.’

‘Cassian.’

They chatted as the plane continued on its journey, drinking their coffee and eating his snacks. They shared the can of coke, her inhabitations well and truly lowered by the Xanax if she was willing to swap saliva and drink from the same can as a stranger. At the first signs of turbulence, Cassian was there to hold her hands and murmur embarrassing stories about his friends to stop fear paralysing her.

Once the cabin crew had swept through to collect the final few items of rubbish on the short flight, Nesta was clamming up again. She knew what was to follow.

‘Cabin crew, prepare for landing.’

Clouds streamed past the window, adding to the turbulence. Nesta was too scared to even reach for her mask which had fallen on the floor.

Cassian wound his fingers into hers. ‘I’ve got you, sweetheart. It will be okay.’

Every bump had her gritting her teeth so hard, it was a wonder that one of her molars didn’t crack. Cassian just kept talking in a low voice about inane topics to try and shave the edges off of her fear. His arm wound around her shoulders, forehead touching her temple, whilst his other hand still held hers.

‘This is the nicest first date I’ve ever had.’

That snapped something in her. ‘This is not a date.’

The nose of the plane dipped and her stomach lurched from the motion.

‘We’ve had coffee and snacks. We’re holding hands. You’ve shared your deepest fears of dying in a blazing crash. To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.’

Nesta ground out, ‘I hate the Smiths.’

‘Everybody does,’ he said.

With a bump that made her squeeze Cassian tighter, the plane landed. It sped down the runway and Nesta kept her eyes firmly shut for the entire duration until Cassian murmured that they had stopped.

‘You see, a safe flight after all.’

‘Fortune was cruel enough to put me next to you. A crash would have really tipped it over the edge.’

Cassian lifted her bag down for her, his black t-shirt rising to expose a strip of his taut muscled stomach. His own was a well-used duffle which he slung over his shoulder.

They walked together towards the airport building.

‘Do I get your number then?’

Nesta cocked a brow at his boldness. ‘Absolutely not. I’d rather be the one that got away.’

‘Every flight I’ll think of you, wondering if you’re stealing another man’s snacks.’

Nesta pressed her fingers to her lips and blew him a kiss as they parted into two different lines at security.

The man had to be mad, she decided as she passed through passport control. No sane man would just start holding a stranger’s hand – and she was an idiot for reciprocating that touch. But it did sting a bit that he’d accepted her refusal so easily. After how tactile and caring he’d been, she thought maybe Cassian would have pestered her again for her number or her socials. Whatever. His loss.

Her fear of flying meant that she’d sweated through her deodorant so she hurried into the bathroom to change her top, clean her arm pits with a baby wipe then slather on more deodorant to appear a little less dishevelled. Nesta spotted Cassian waiting at the baggage carousal for more belongings to come rolling around so she scurried past, avoiding his attention. Fantasy was more fun than reality. Maybe he’d be her one that got away.

After passing through anything to declare, Feyre was waiting for her. The huge belly wasn’t a surprise but it was still a shock to see her little sister so heavily pregnant.

‘Wow, look at you!’

‘I am peeing every ten minutes,’ she replied, holding up her belly.

‘Hi, Rhys.’

‘Nesta,’ he said, swooping to press a kiss on her cheek.

They’d met once. And it had been awkward as hell when Nesta realised he was eight years older than her. He wasn’t the sort of man she’d ever choose, but Feyre seemed happy. They were on “Christmas Card closeness” usually so Feyre’s call asking her to come and be close for the birth had meant a lot. Meant enough that she was willing to fly two days later.

‘Where’s the rest of your luggage?’

‘I had it sent ahead.’

Feyre patted Rhys on the arm. ‘Nesta hates flying. Everything is planned to an inch of its life. No detours, no unnecessary waiting. On the plane, off the plane.’

Even being in an airport, with its constant business, had Nesta itchy. ‘Shall we go?’

‘Do you want to head to the car, ladies? I’m worried about you standing for so long, darling.’

Feyre shook her head, golden hair cascading from the motion. ‘I’m fine. Cassian won’t take that long.’

‘Cassian?’

Nesta could practically hear the alarm bells ringing in her head.

‘My brother,’ said Rhys.

‘He works on an oil rig but he’s home for a couple of months now so you two can argue over who is the best uncle or auntie,’ teased Feyre.

There he was, striding through the doors, duffle bag slung over one shoulder while pushing a cart loaded with three more bags. His eyes snapped straight to her, a slow grin spreading over his face.

They said their greetings, Nesta and Cassian pretending that she hadn’t just been clinging to him in terror on the flight here then they fell into step together, walking slightly behind Rhysand and Feyre.

‘Fortune favours you,’ he murmured.

‘Did you know who I am?’

Cassian gave a hearty laugh that had Rhys glancing his shoulder at them. ‘Not at first. You looked familiar then you said your name and I realised you were Feyre’s sister.’

‘Lucky me,’ she grumbled.

With one hand pushing the trolley, he slung the other arm around her shoulders. ‘So, about that second date.’

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powerpcinside · 20 days

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Sunshine Blues Skinblend

I finally succumbed to the urge to make my own skinblend, mostly because I decided I wanted something with more definition in the bodies. Then of course I decided to go full semirealistic, found a skin base, and went to town with Photoshop. (The name was because I had '49 Mercury Blues stuck in my head for some reason.)

The base of this skin is Mouseyblue's Sunshine skin. The original skin did not have saggy boobs for elder females, and that's something I like (because, you know, it happens!) so I stole the boobs from this skin. Then I decided I wanted to have bodybuilder ladies as well, so I overlaid the abs from the male fit states onto the female fit states. The last change I made to the body was lightening the palms on colors darker than Sunkissed.

For the face, I went with variant #4 of the original skin and overlaid Lilth's Cara nosemask and Whispers lips on top of the original, and slapped some mouth corners on because I liked the way it looked.

After all that was done, I ran Trapping's actions over it (though I tweaked the hues of Dusk and Sunset slightly because they were too red for my liking), met in the middle for some Maxis defaults, and attempted to smooth out all the pixelization I could. There's still some pixelization, mostly around the collarbones and other details that I didn't want to erase, but it's not as bad as it was before. Warning: do not compressorize these because they'll be pixelated. Also you only save 3 megs and storage is cheap these days.

There are three options: Maxis defaults, geneticized skins, and custom skins. The geneticized skins are based off of these skintones (Party for One/Calm Depths/Honeygold Redeux), which also conflict with Lilith's Marigold skin, so you can't use them both at the same time, sorry. The Maxis defaults are between Warmth and Sunkissed for Light, Beach/Olive Skin for Tan, Sunheat/Dusk for Medium, and Sunset/Moonlit Night for Dark. The swatch with the Bodyshop sims is the maxis defaults, the other swatch is the Trapping range. The full body pics above show all the skintones, the Trapping ones on some of my sims and the Maxis ones on premades. Fit and fat states are indicated where applicable.

I'm still working on the supernatural defaults, I have a few things to iron out with the alien skin, the zombie and vampire ones are pretty much done, and I still need to figure out what I'm doing for plantsim and if I'm doing any others. I also plan to do matching monolid eyeshadow using another variant of the base skin.

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ayech · 2 years

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Home Is Wherever I’m With You

Summary: After their prison escape, the Russia crew spends the night at an inn that Dmitri’s cousin owns. You and Dmitri share a room, and a shower.

Warnings/disclaimers: Language, brief mentions of violence, graphic smut, reader is female

Word count: 4.8k

A/N: I tried to incorporate some Russian in this fic because it’s hot. That being said, if my Russian is off the mark I apologize, I only just started learning it on Duolingo and this owl won’t stop harassing me. Also for the convenience of this fic, we are going to pretend that Dmitri doesn’t have a family LMFAO. Please enjoy my totally self-indulgent shower sex fic.

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The snow falling just beyond the window was gentle but incessant, and you absently wondered to yourself if it ever stopped snowing in Russia. Your forehead settled against the glass as you stared outside, letting out a relieved sigh as the cold press soothed your battered and bruised skin.

It had been a long couple of days to say the least. Everyone knew breaking Hopper out of prison was going to be a tall order, but nothing could have prepared you for hijacking and crashing a plane, numerous violent encounters with Russian soldiers, another demogorgon (how do those things even keep coming back?), multiple nights desperately trying to stay alive in the bleak, unforgiving wilderness–

“You can shower first, if you’d like.”

Oh. And him. You were the least prepared for that.

You winced when you turned your head a little too fast for your aching muscles, smiling appreciatively at the man who was also holding out a change of clothes.

“Ah, what do you Americans call them again? Pizhamas?” Dmitri frowned at the way his accent mangled the word, but you only giggled and reached for the neatly folded garments, not missing the way his fingers grazed yours in the exchange. “My cousin had some extras in storage.”

Dmitri’s cousin ran a small, secluded inn that was nestled deep in the Russian wilderness. At first, having to help another fugitive seemed like it would be the group’s downfall, but if you all hadn’t taken Dmitri in you probably would have never made it out of the cold. Conveniently, the inn was hidden enough to buy some time and hatch up a plan on how to get back to the States. Although, his cousin’s single stipulation was that you all couldn’t stay for more than one night, to avoid any conflict with the soldiers that were no doubt searching for your group. It was a constricted window, but beggars can’t be choosers.

All planning was put aside for tomorrow, however. Hopper’s orders.

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“Tonight, we rest,” Hopper wrapped an arm around Joyce’s shoulders and pulled her closer to him, waving everyone else off with his free hand. “We aren’t going to come up with any solid plans when we’re this tired. We’ll sort it all out in the morning.”

“Yeah, besides,” Murray also took the opportunity to wrap an arm around Dmitri’s shoulders. “Our comrade here spoke to his cousin and said we could stay as long as we need tomorrow, just as long as we’re out by nightfall.”

You smirked when Dmitri scoffed and shrugged his arm off. “We shouldn’t push our luck though, Americans. I say we leave by the afternoon.”

“Like I said, we’ll figure it out tomorrow,” Hopper sighed. “ And Murray, stop picking on him. Remember you have to share a room tonight, so don’t get on his bad side.”

Murray’s face fell immediately. “Not happening. I sleep alone.”

“Oh, really?” you snorted. “But I thought he was your comrade?”

You couldn’t help feeling slightly smug when everyone laughed at your jab, and you tried not to falter when Dmitri gave you a particularly fond smile. Murray smiled at you as well, though it lacked amusement.

“I don’t sleep with my comrades. But I know someone who wants to,” he sing-songed and narrowed his eyes knowingly at you. Your heart plummeted at the insinuation.

“Yeah, whatever,” you quickly tried to play it off before he took it too far, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. “I don’t mind sharing a room.”

Hopper rolled his eyes and shrugged in exasperation, backing away with Joyce to head to their own room.

“Well, Enzo, at least you get some peace and quiet not having to share a room with Murray,” Joyce soothed, patting his shoulder sweetly before leaving with Hopper.

“We’ll see about that,” Murray mumbled right in your earshot, smirking deviously when you turned to glare at him. You noticed Dmitri watching the two of you with a confused look, and waited until he turned around before flipping Murray the bird, silently seething at his giddy laughter as you followed the Russian to your shared room.

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A surge of annoyance came over you thinking back on what happened earlier, and you scoffed to yourself as you fiddled with the shower faucet. What had really infuriated you about Murray’s taunting was how right he was. He really had a knack for calling out sexual tension when he saw it.

You were pretty much attracted to Dmitri the second you met him. Well, after you had haphazardly swung a crowbar at him in an attempt at self-defense (no one had told you he was one of the good guys yet). Hopper eventually pried the weapon from your hands, and when Dmitri was backed up against a wall, eyes wide and bewildered at your frantic display, you couldn’t help but find him endearing.

What really did a number on you were the days spent navigating the woods. Dmitri, despite Murray’s constant heckling, was incredibly reliable. Calm, collected, and intuitive, you found yourself gravitating towards him constantly. Perhaps part of his allure was that he was born to the land, making him better equipped to navigate it and easier to rely on. But when the sound of Russian officials echoed through the air, and Dmitri held you flush against his body while you two were tucked away behind a tree, you were made painfully aware that you weren’t just drawn to him because he knew how to lead.

“Stay quiet,” he husked into your ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin and blowing strands of hair against your cheek. You could feel his heart beating rapidly against your back, and prayed he couldn’t feel your blush under the hand covering your mouth. “I’ve got you, куколка.”

And at dusk, when he was on watch and keen blue eyes peered across the fire to look over you as you slept, you couldn’t deny the stir of something more. Something heady.

Now you were finally alone with him–regrettably, thanks to Murray–and you had absolutely no idea what to do about it. Your body was tired, your muscles sore and eyes aching for sleep, and yet you were still restless.

You desperately needed a hot shower to wash away the grime and messy emotions.

You fiddled with the faucet some more, frowning and looking up at the shower head when the stream still didn’t come out. Of course, that happened to be the exact moment the water finally decided to kick on. You sputtered and wiped your eyes with the back of your arm, reaching towards the counter for a towel and only finding the clothes Dmitri handed you earlier. Shit.

You wiped your face as best you could with just your arm, slowly opening the bathroom door and peering into the room to see Dmitri sitting on the edge of one of the beds, sleeve rolled up as he cleaned a wound on his bicep.

“Hey,” you called softly, his head quickly turning at the sound of your voice.

“Is everything okay?” he questioned, and you were taken aback when he stood to attention and dropped the wet cloth he was cleaning his cut with, his face painted with concern.

His furrowed brow deepened when you started laughing, and you almost felt bad when he frowned in confusion. He was so cute.

“Dmitri, I just need a towel,” you said between laughs, pointing to the small stack on the dresser. He cleared his throat then, lowering his head and muttering a brief ‘da’ before retrieving one and walking it over to you.

You were still smiling in amusement as he approached you. “What exactly did you think happened?”

“I don’t know what happened,” you laughed again at his slightly defensive tone. “That’s why I was worried.”

“Worried?” you teased, opting to poke fun at the confession to distract from how it set your stomach into a flurry of excitement.

There was a moment of quiet between you two. His eyes scanned over your face instead of responding, and the fluttering in your stomach intensified. Then you were engulfed in black, Dmitri throwing the towel over your head and ruffling your hair with it.

“Why are you wet?” he asked as you scrambled to pull the cloth off your head, huffing at him when he smirked at your disheveled state.

“There was a delay in the pipes, and I was under the stream of water when it finally kicked on,” you waved your hand dismissively, suddenly very insecure about the situation under the intensity of Dmitri’s amused gaze.

“Do showers work differently in your country?”

“No. But maybe you should have a talk with your cousin about his plumbing.”

You rolled your eyes. He was fully smiling now, absolutely delighted by your flustered agitation. You almost couldn’t stand how fond he looked, it made you want to crumble to your knees in front of him. Instead, you turned around and started back towards the bathroom.

“Try not to drown in there,” he called out as you went to close the door.

“If you’re so worried, why don’t you come and keep an eye on me?”

You paused then, the door still a quarter of the way open. You didn’t mean it like that. It was just a mindless retort, really, but the tension buzzing in the air from all of the teasing contorted it into something resembling a proposition.

Dmitri didn’t say a word at first, and you felt your palm sweating on the doorknob you were still gripping. Your words lingered with a heavy presence in the small room, your hammering heart the only sound in your ears for what felt like minutes. When Dmitri finally did speak, you noticed that his voice sounded rougher, his accent more defined than usual.

“You want that?”

Oh.

Maybe you did mean it like that. Just the thought of Dmitri actually joining you in the shower made you feel like you would burst into flames, liquid heat coursing through your veins at the prospect.

Rather than answering, you looked back at him through the opening of the door, stuttering on an inhale when your eyes met his. His gaze was intense, his attention entirely fixed on you as he waited for some sort of explanation. You were nervous now, too nervous to know the right thing to say. Instead you let your hand fall from the doorknob and stepped back further into the bathroom, holding his gaze and pointedly leaving the door open. Your cheeks felt hot as you watched his lips part in understanding.

You had to turn away then, before you got too overwhelmed. You focused your attention on undressing and finally getting into the shower, which had begun to run cold since it was on for so long. You reached out a shaky hand to adjust the temperature, internally spiraling over the possibility that you might have just made a complete fool of yourself, and could have to spend the rest of the night with someone who turned you away.

Before you could feel too rejected, you heard the door creak as it was pushed further open. You held your breath when the shadow of Dmitri’s silhouette slowly moved behind the shower curtain, trembling when you heard him quietly call out your name.

“Are you sure about this?” he sounded almost like he was out of breath. “If I come in there, more than just my eyes will be on you.”

Fuck. You felt your heartbeat between your legs, the realization that he was holding back making your body heat up, the steam coming from the water only adding to that effect.

“Yes,” you fought to keep your voice even. “I’m sure, Dmitri.”

There was a rustle of what could only be him stripping off his clothes. You turned your back to the curtain and took a steadying breath, closing your eyes as you faced the stream of water. The splash was almost sweltering, though you appreciated it when you felt the cool air creep in upon Dmitri’s entrance.

You gasped when he immediately pressed himself against you, his chest flush with your back as he mouthed along the line of your shoulder. Being this close to him brought you back to that day in the woods. You could feel his heart beating just as fast now as it was then, and you couldn’t help the surge of pride at having that effect on him.

His hands held your hips firmly, and you tilted your head so that his mouth could wander the expanse of your neck. You hummed when he peppered gentle, open mouthed kisses along a tender wound right under your jaw. One of the prison guards had nicked you with a blade.

“That feels nice. It’s still really sore,” you breathed.

His grip tightened on your waist. “I took care of him.”

You shivered at that. Of course he did.

Your hands desperately reached for him, one grasping at his hair as he began sucking right at the junction of your neck and shoulder, the other circling one of his wrists and pushing down in an attempt to guide his hands lower.

He chuckled and you felt it reverberate in your throat. “So needy.”

You huffed when he easily shook his hand free from your hold, instead grabbing your wrist and moving your hand between your legs.

“Touch yourself for me, куколка,” his lips were by your ear now. “Show me how you like it.”

You couldn’t help the desperate sound that tore past your lips, the frustration almost unbearable when he laughed again, his breath against your cheek more scorching than the water raining down on your bodies.

“You asked me to keep an eye on you, remember?” he teased, though relenting just a little when he brought his hands up to firmly knead your breasts. “I’m with you, now make yourself feel good for me.”

You were helpless like this, with his body looming over yours and his imposing voice in your ear. You finally pressed your fingers against your clit, rubbing with an even, steady rhythm while Dmitri watched. Delicate, breathy sounds spilled out of your mouth into the damp air around you, and at the small of your back you could feel something thick throb in response. You imagined how well Dmitri’s cock would fill you up, and you put more pressure into your strokes as you let your head fall back onto his shoulder.

Dmitri took the opportunity to wrap a hand around your bared throat, thumb stroking against your pulse point.

“So pretty,” he sighed, and you shuddered at the way his accent rolled over the word. “Does it feel good?”

When you didn’t immediately respond, too lost in chasing your own pleasure, you felt his grip tighten on your throat. You moaned properly then, your walls throbbing as if he just grabbed you by your core.

“Stay with me, now,” he growled into your ear. “I said, does it feel good?”

“Yes,” you gasped against his grip. Then, on an afterthought, you whispered: “Da.”

You smirked when he groaned at your use of his mother tongue, giggling when his resolve slipped away and he instinctively rubbed up against you while burying his face in your shoulder.

“You do too much playing,” despite his chastising, you could feel his smile against your skin.

“You’re one to talk,” you said breathlessly.

“You’re right,” he murmured, lifting his head and pressing a kiss to your temple. “But we’re having fun, no?”

To emphasize his point, he ground his hips against you once more. You both moaned when the slide of the water made his cock slip and slot between your thighs, so close to where you both wanted it to be.

“Блядь!” he hissed, thrusting forward again when you squeezed him between your thighs. He held your legs in place as he fucked you like that, the water and your arousal allowing his cock to glide easily between the soft plush of your inner thighs.

“So wet,” he growled appreciatively, grinding his hips into yours as he fucked your thighs. “And all for me. So good, малышка.”

“God, Dmitri,” you felt delirious as you looked down and watched the head of his cock peek out between your legs with each thrust, your thighs twitching when it just barely grazed against your clit. “Please.”

He pulled away from you then, and you could have cried from the loss of his warm weight against your frame. His hands on your waist guided you to turn and face him, and through the fog of pleasure, it dawned on you that this was the first time you were actually looking at him since this all began.

His wet hair was unruly, sticking up in multiple directions from you grabbing at it. And his eyes were dark, blue irises almost entirely engulfed by his lust-blown pupils, as they raked over your body to take in your own disheveled state. His strong chest heaved with his labored breathing, and you set your hands over the light dusting of hair there before trailing them up his neck, pulling him in for a hungry kiss.

Dmitri wasted no time in lifting you up and pushing your back against the wall, hissing into your mouth when you dug your nails into his shoulder at the cold press on your skin.

“Sorry, sorry,” you whispered, kissing the crescent welts and soothing the skin with your tongue.

He laughed lightly. “Don’t apologize. I want you to leave marks.”

He shifted then, adjusting his hold on you so that your legs were draped over his elbows, his hands supporting your lower back while he pressed you into the wall. You watched with hooded eyes as he lined himself up with your entrance, slowly easing the head of his cock in before meeting your gaze.

“Don’t look at me like that,” his voice was low, and your lips parted on a silent moan as he slowly thrust in and out, his thick cock stretching you wider and wider as he eased in deeper with each stroke.

He shamelessly moaned when he finally bottomed out, halting his movements when his hips were flush with yours and just pressing his weight into you. The pressure was too much and not enough at the same time. You felt like with one more inch he would split you open, yet you still weren’t as close to him as you wanted to be. You wouldn’t be satisfied until he consumed you completely.

His eyes were closed as he tried to regain his composure, and you couldn’t help but hungrily take in the way his pleasure etched into his features; furrowing his brow, flushing his cheeks, and pulling his lips into a soft ‘o’. He blinked his eyes open slowly, growling when he met your heated gaze.

“If you keep looking at me like that,” he warned. “I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Who said I want you to control yourself?” you smirked, unable to resist challenging him even with his cock filling you to the brim.

He smirked too, clicking his tongue as he lowered his face to tenderly rub his nose against yours. “What am I going to do with you?”

Then, as if to answer his own question, he pulled out and slammed back into you with a punishing thrust. You cried out, your head falling back against the tile when the force of his hips pushed you a few inches up the wall. He followed it up with another harsh thrust as he set a brutal rhythm, pressing his mouth to yours as he pounded into you with abandon.

“О Боже мой,” he grunted against your lips. “You feel so good. So perfect.”

You moaned as the praise showered over you, heating your skin more than the cascading water ever could. The wet sound of his hips slapping into yours reverberated throughout the small shower, filling your ears along with the guttural sounds Dmitri was making as he fucked you into the wall. You gasped when he adjusted your legs again, casting them over his shoulders so you were completely bent in half, all of his weight pushing into you as he got impossibly deeper.

The feverish cries spilling past your lips were uninhibited, growing louder and more desperate with each push of his hips against yours. You nearly sobbed when one of the hands supporting your lower back finally moved to rub against your clit, deft fingers stroking in tandem with every thrust.

“Вот так, малышка,” Dmitri’s voice rumbled against your throat where he had buried his head. “Ты звучишь потрясающе. Такая маленькая шлюшка для меня.”

You whined at his use of Russian, your body thrumming with pleasure as the foreign words ghosted across your damp skin and set every nerve ending into a frenzy.

“Dmitri,” you whimpered into his hair, latching onto the strands and shuddering when he applied more pressure to your clit, driving harder into your wet heat. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” he rasped into your neck, an almost pained groan spilling from his lips as your walls clung tighter to his cock.

“In me,” you whispered, feeling him falter slightly in his movements before lifting his head to look at you with hesitant eyes.

“Please, Dmitri,” you whined, too blissed out to even feel remotely embarrassed by how desperate you were being. “I want to feel you inside me for days. Please.”

Your request pulled a feral growl from his chest, his hips quickly picking back up their ruthless pace as he chased his release. He moved to press his lips to yours again, though it just resulted in panting in each other’s mouths as your pleasure came closer and closer to its peak.

While his thumb continued its ministrations on your clit, Dmitri snuck two fingers down to squeeze them in alongside with his cock, curling them just so to press up against that sweet spot inside of you. That, coupled with the added stretch, was enough to make you see stars, stray tears falling down your cheeks as you trembled through wave after wave of pleasure.

“Да, да, да,” Dmitri chanted softly into the hair’s breadth of space between your lips, letting out a long moan as he followed you over the precipice. His hips stilled against yours as his cock throbbed inside you, liquid warmth seeping into your center and causing another belated surge of pleasure to shudder through your overstimulated body.

His forehead pressed into your shoulder as he let out a satisfied sigh. A tired laugh bubbled out of your chest as you cradled his head, petting down his hair to try and undo the mess you made of it. He hummed at the feeling of your fingers on his scalp, turning his head inward to press a line of kisses up your neck and to your jaw, not stopping until his lips found yours.

Without the cloud of lust muddling your senses, you were actually able to revel in the feeling of kissing Dmitri; how soft his lips felt, and the way the hairs of his mustache tickled the sensitive skin above your lip. You smiled against his mouth at the sensation.

He pulled away slightly, examining your face with adoring eyes. “What is it?”

“Your mustache tickles,” you giggled and bumped your nose with his, feeling giddy when he laughed along with you and pressed another sound kiss to your lips.

When you both decided it was finally time to actually bathe, he attentively helped you back down to your feet, letting you brace yourself against his sturdy frame while you tried to regain the feeling in your legs. His hands were gentle and diligent as they moved over the planes of your body, careful around healing wounds and bruises from the days passed as they lathered your skin with soap. He shot you an apologetic glance at the new bruises blossoming bright red on your lower back, tenderly massaging the skin there as he washed you.

You returned the favor once he was all done, delighting in the firm feel of his body under your hands as they glided over his skin. As you washed him, you felt the trickle of something warm and thick running down your thigh. It caught Dmitri’s attention as well, and his eyes darkened in interest as he brought his fingers to trail up your inner thigh, collecting the cum with the pads of two fingers before swiftly inserting them between your legs.

You gasped at the intrusion, burying your face in his chest when embarrassment burned in your cheeks.

“You did say you wanted to feel it in you for days, да?”

You shuddered at how smug he sounded, your face only feeling hotter when he massaged your tender walls before pulling his fingers back out.

By the time you stepped out of the shower the water was freezing, your teeth chattering away as you rushed to get dressed.

“This is nothing. We were just stranded in the cold for days,” Dmitri laughed at your jittery dance as you waited for him to finish changing.

You gladly let Dmitri bundle you up in a blanket once you were back in the bedroom, watching him with warm eyes as he adjusted the hem of the soft fabric around your neck. Your heart sank when he stepped away from the bed you were sitting on.

“Hey,” you called quietly, your anxiety spiking when he stopped in front of the other bed, looking back towards you curiously. “We… we can sleep together, if you want. It would be warmer that way.”

Dmitri blinked at you, almost confused, and you felt extremely shy all of the sudden. Then you saw him smirk, chuckling under his breath before reaching down and pulling the sheet off the bed.

“I was just grabbing another blanket,” he walked back over to you, pointing at the cloth draped over your still-shivering frame. “I didn’t think you’d share with me.”

“Oh,” you mumbled bashfully, dipping your chin further into the jumbled fabric around your neck.

You completely covered your face when he started laughing, embarrassed by how insecure you probably sounded. The bed dipped as he got on it, then you heard him softly call your name. Reluctantly pulling the blanket down, you found him lying on one side of the bed with his arms open in invitation.

You immediately burrowed into his side, feeling more than hearing the rumble in his chest when he let out another fond chuckle. He turned the lamp off next to the bed, a blanket of darkness falling over the room.

“So needy, куколка,” he whispered, enveloping you in his arms and kissing your hair.

“You just…” you hesitated, your chest constricting with the intensity of your feelings. You worried it might be too much for your current situation. “You make me feel safe.”

You felt him hold you tighter then. “Good. You are safe with me.”

You wanted to say more. You wanted him to know how happy he made you, and how much you cared for his safety too. You wanted to tell him that you would be more than willing to repeat tonight’s events, that you would eagerly accept and reciprocate his touch outside of this room.

But tomorrow was uncertain. There was no telling when, or even if, you’d make it back to the States. And if you did make it back, what did that mean for him?

“Dmitri,” you kept your voice quiet, not wanting to disturb the peace that had fallen over the dark room. “If it turns out that there is a way for us to get back to our country…”

You didn’t know how to finish the question. You didn’t know how to ask without making it sound like a request. You also didn’t know if you could handle an answer that involved you parting ways.

“Then we will go to your country,” he muttered the words sleepily into the top of your head, sending a chill down your scalp.

“You would leave your home?”

“Hm? My home?” his sleepy voice was laced with confusion. “I was living at a prison as a guard for years. Not the coziest home, eh?”

You hummed in understanding, deciding to leave it alone and let him sleep. He seemed to pick up on your unease, though, and you suddenly felt a tickle against your temple as he nuzzled his face into your hair.

“As far as I’m concerned,” he soothed a hand up and down your arm, squeezing your shoulder and pulling you impossibly closer to him. “You are home.”

You felt yourself sink into him, warmth spilling from your chest and all the way out, your toes and fingertips tingling with it.

Everything you wanted to say would be said eventually. If not, you were pretty sure Dmitri already knew.

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Да/Da → Yes

Куколка → Literally means “little baby doll” or “dolly,” but it’s equivalent to “baby” or “sweetheart” in English

Малышкa → Baby

Блядь → Fuck

О Боже мой → Oh my God

“Вот так, малышка. Ты звучишь потрясающе. Такая маленькая шлюшка для меня.” → “That’s it, baby. You sound amazing. Such a little slut for me.”

#dmitri antonov #dmitri antonov x reader #enzo x reader

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sleepiexx · 1 year

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Love is a Battlefield (and I’m Nothing if Not a Soldier)

Valeria Garza x fem!Reader

Link to pt.2

Note: I pushed graves betrayal back just a lil bit for story purposes.

Summary: (Y/N) struggles when faced with a tough situation surrounding her girlfriend or alternatively Graves postpones his betrayal plans so my fave sapphics can have a moment

Warnings: bullet grazes reader, very very very slight mention homophobia (just the fear of it in like one sentence, no one’s homophobic in the fic), lmk if i missed anything

Word Count: 2337

(Y/N)’s thoughts ran rampant throughout the entire mission as they went from ship to ship in a harsh storm to stop Hassan’s missiles. That in itself was stressful but what took the president in her brain was something more deep and conflicting.

The mission before, she’d worked with Soap, Ghost, Graves, and Alejandro to take down Las Almas most wanted: El Sin Nombre. She hadn’t expected the mission to be easy, she never did. There is no such thing as an “easy” mission, not with the military, and certainly not with 141. What truly came as a shock to her was that the main person she and the team had been after since Gaz and Price went to Amsterdam and found out that the cartel had been involved in the transport of these missiles, had been her own girlfriend all along.

Scrutinizing glare met conflicted gaze as Soap tightened handcuffs on Valeria’s wrists. (Y/N) was silent the entire time, clutching her rifle tightly on the roof and not letting go even as they made it back to Los Vaqueros’ base and into a storage crate for interrogation. Alejandro was glowering, it seemed she wasn’t the only one who previously knew Valeria. She let him and the others take the lead in the interrogation. His arguing with Valeria was drowned out in (Y/N)’s head. Valeria didn’t much care what Alejandro had to say either, her eyes gravitating towards the girl just behind him.

Valeria truly hadn’t foreseen this. While neither knew it, the two of them had a similar situation in their relationship. Neither knew the other’s occupation because neither of them wanted the other to ask about their own jobs. Valeria hadn’t seen that as a problem, she figured that it was uncharacteristic for (Y/N) to work a job like the military and that she likely worked somewhere more fitting, like with puppies or flowers. More realistically, somewhere where she always had to go on work trips like she’d claimed.

Finding out (Y/N) was military shocked Valeria almost as much as it shocked (Y/N) that Valeria was cartel. (Y/N) cried over kid’s movies, she was sensitive, a trait Valeria loved. It made absolutely no sense; how could the soft, kind woman she knew live such a harsh lifestyle?

As Alejandro droned on and on about betrayal and the son of La Araña, Valeria desperately tried to get a read on (Y/N). Were it anyone else, Valeria would know then and there that things were over. But it wasn’t just anyone, it was (Y/N), her (Y/N). (Y/N)’s emotions were usually written all over her face, an open book that Valeria knew very well. Yet now, Valeria faltered to interpret her feelings.

It wasn’t over, it couldn’t be. The life they’d built together was too much to just drop everything, wasn’t it? Still, the one thing Valeria could not mistake was the sad look in (Y/N)’s eyes, nor could (Y/N) shake Valeria’s cold stare, even hours later, far out at sea, deep into their next objective.

“Romeo,” not even the screaming of her call sign pulled her out of her daze.

A sharp pain bit at (Y/N)’s bicep, “Goddamn it Romeo! Now is not the time to be spacing out!” Ghost called out over comms. “Are you hurt?”

(Y/N) looked at the small gash on her arm that stung as rain water poured over it. It hadn’t looked that bad so she repositioned herself back into a fighting stance before speaking into the comms. “No… no I’m fine. I’m sorry Lieutenant.”

“We’re talking about this after the mission.”

“Affirm.”

Pull yourself together (Y/N). She thought, shaking her head in attempts to shake away thoughts of Valeria. It wouldn’t work but she at least shifted her focus toward the mission at hand, working more diligently than before to take down enemies and protect her teammates.

By the end, it had been a success. The missile blew up in a safe area, everyone was fine. They’d saved the world, yet again. But it didn’t feel like a win to (Y/N). As the adrenaline of the fight wore off in the afterglow of victory, no longer any distraction from her thoughts, (Y/N) was left with only the bits and pieces of her relationship to dwell over.

When they’d made it back to the compound, her body moved on autopilot, pulling tac gear off. She only stilled when Ghost pulled her aside into another room. She’d almost completely forgotten about him wanting to talk,

Ghost huffed, a glare on his deep brown eyes. All she could think was how it wasn’t the first time that day that dark eyes she held in high regards had glared at her, “What was that out there?”

“Nothing, sir. Just distracted is all.” Her voice was meek and wavering, completely unlike her, Ghost had noted.

“(Y/N), you are one of the best soldiers I know. Your track record is sparkling. In all of the time I’ve worked with you, you’ve been nothing but focused and on task. I will not let you chalk this up to a simple distraction because that isn’t like you, what’s wrong?”

They were stuck in a staring contest that (Y/N) knew she couldn’t win, at least not in her current state. Her eyes traveled to the floor hoping to avoid Ghost’s piercing gaze.

“I- uhm, I’m having some uh… relationship issues.” (Y/N) sighed, “I’m sorry sir, it shouldn’t have interfered with the mission. It won’t happen again.”

Ghost’s eyes softened, he had always carried a small hint of favoritism toward (Y/N), but never enough to get involved in her personal life. She left him alone and got things done in a timely manner, just how he liked it. Not only that but her presence was comforting, like a little sister, but he wasn’t the type to let himself get close. He hadn’t even known (Y/N) was in a relationship up until then but in that moment he felt a responsibility towards her not as his subordinate, but as his friend.

He thought very hard about what Price would do in this situation. The older man had always been good with stuff like this, he was like a father figure to the 141 with his unending wisdom.

Ghost’s mind drew a blank, so he figured he’d be better at listening than at trying to give advice, especially without knowing what the situation was.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

(Y/N)‘s eyes shifted off the floor and slowly met Ghost’s. “I- I really love her Lieutenant, I don’t want it to be over.”

(Y/N) froze at her own words. She hadn’t come out to the team yet, she didn’t see a point, and deep down some little part of her was worried they’d judge, or see her differently. She winced, waiting for Ghost’s next words.

He placed a steady hand on her shoulder, “If you love her, then fight for her. You’re a catch (L/N), you can make it work with her.”

(Y/N) nodded solemnly, mind buzzing, hope renewed, “thank you, sir.”

“No problem Sergeant. Now get to medical and have that arm checked out.” He patted her shoulder and left the room.

Unbeknownst to Ghost, he’d sparked an insane idea in (Y/N)‘s head. They say love makes you crazy, in that regard, Sergeant (Y/N) ‘Romeo’ (L/N) lived up to her callsign.

After she went to medical, she told everyone she was turning in for the night early, that she needed more rest so as not to be so distracted the next day. Sleep would not come to her, however. She waited hours, passing the time by looking at (and crying over) old texts and pictures of her and Valeria. She waited long enough that everyone else would be fast asleep, long enough that there would be no one wandering the halls, that the only people awake would be the guards outside of the facility.

When she was sure it was safe, she slipped out of her room and quietly stepped through the halls. Anxiety ran rampant throughout her mind and body but she refused to turn back now. Not when she’d put so much into this relationship.

The thought of betraying her team made her physically sick but the thought of losing Valeria was infinitely worse. It hardly consoled her but hanging onto that was better than leaving the feeling of impending doom to eat away at her conscience.

If you love her, then fight for her.

And god, did (Y/N) love her.

From the moment she’d met Valeria she loved her. Before 141, before everything, back when she was just a rookie, just Private (L/N), she’d been given the call sign “Romeo” for her unending laments of love for the woman that she’d rattle off at any chance she got.

Of course, as she’d grown older and more paranoid, she kept Valeria to herself. A secret love more akin to Romeo and Juliet than ever before.

Valeria was her heart, her soul, her everything.

When she’d made it to her destination, she stared at the storage crate for exactly 5 seconds before opening the door. She cringed as it creaked, instantly catching Valeria’s attention. A million words she’d rehearsed in her head while waiting in her bedroom, not a single one came out.

“What are you doing here?” Valeria asked in hushed yell as (Y/N) shut the door behind herself.

She made careful, chillingly calm steps toward the chair that Valeria was tied to.

“I’m a U.S. marine working with British SAS members in task force 141. Sergeant (Y/N) ‘Romeo’ (L/N).” She walked behind Valeria.

Valeria felt a pressure at her wrists where they were tied before all at once there was nothing. (Y/N) avoided touching the skin near the rope at all cost, as if it would burn her to feel the ever comforting touch of her lover.

“I can see that. What I mean is what the fuck are you doing?” Confusion hidden under anger.

Anger came easy to Valeria, anger was safe. She was not angry in this moment, not at all. She was scared. She was upset. She wished more than anything that she would just wake up to this all having been a bad dream. That she’d open her eyes and see her beautiful girlfriend wrapped in her arms, nuzzled up against her chest, still asleep. She’d kiss her forehead and thank whatever higher power there may be for the light of her life.

(Y/N) dropped to her knees in front of Valeria, beginning to untie the rope on her ankles. “I’m getting you out of here.”

Valeria was shocked. (Y/N) was loyal. So loyal she’d rather cut off her own hand than hurt someone she was close to. Valeria hadn’t been around 141 long, but she knew all too well the bond between soldiers. (Y/N) wouldn’t do this of her own volition. Guilt seeped into Valeria’s bones.

“No.”

(Y/N) disregarded her and continued on the ropes.

“No, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) looked up, “What? Do you not want out of here?” Her tone was uncharacteristically defiant as it slightly broke showing how she really felt. An open book.

Still, she turned back to the ropes.

Valeria cupped her face in both hands as the ropes fell off her ankles, forcing (Y/N) to look at her, “Don’t do this (Y/N), you don’t want to do this.”

(Y/N) tried to bask in her touch but she couldn’t, knowing their fate. Tears streamed down her face, “I can’t live without you,” if her voice had broken before, it had shattered now.

“And I couldn’t live with myself if you went down for my crimes. I’ve got lawyers, (Y/N). I can get myself out of this. Let me get myself out of this.” Valeria’s grip on (Y/N)’s face tightened, firm, but not painful.

“What if that doesn’t work, Valeria? I love you so much it hurts, you are my everything, you are in the blood that pumps through my veins, you are in every thought that runs through my head, you are the air that I breathe, Valeria, I cannot fucking breathe without you. I. Cannot. Lose you.” Sobs escaped her lips, her whole face wet. Her arms reached around the back of Valeria’s neck, desperately trying to stay in her embrace. Eyes shut tight.

Valeria’s palms were already soaked from holding (Y/N)’s face so she turned her hands to wipe at (Y/N)‘s cheeks with her knuckles in a futile attempt to chase away tears that hadn’t stopped flowing. She pressed her forehead to (Y/N)’s, closing her eyes too for a second before opening them back up to ensure to herself that (Y/N) was still there, that she hadn’t just up and disappeared, a trick of her mind.

“And you won’t, mi amor. You won’t lose me, I promise you. I will fight this in court and if that doesn’t work, I have connections that can get me out of there. I will dig my way out of that prison cell with a plastic spoon if I have to. I will make my way back to you, I promise.”

(Y/N) opened up her own eyes, meeting Valeria’s. She unlaced one arm from behind Valeria’s neck so that she could hold out her fist with her pinky sticking out, a silent prompt.

Valeria knew exactly what she meant and interlaced their pinkies, a smile creeping onto her face.

“I promise you.” She whispered.

(Y/N) lunged at her, meeting Valeria’s lips with her own.

Now situated halfway in Valeria’s lap, foreheads still pressed together, lips chasing one another, (Y/N) breathed out a quiet, hopeful, “you fucking better.”

#valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #valeria x reader #valeria garza x fem!reader #platonic!ghost x reader #angst #hurt/comfort

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Detours to You - 20

Hello all,

Here I am with another chapter. This is a bit angsty but I swear it's the only one. There is a big disaster that I hope it make sense. Since I finished ALB I am not used anymore to write these epic scenes with big disasters. So yeah, I hope it makes sense.

Enjoy.

MASTERLIST

Rowan jumped in the car and started driving to the destination, sirens and blue lights blazing.

He heard the address over the radio and his heart sank. It was a factory fire. A place that he had been inspecting on a regular basis recently because on his first visit he had spotted so many health and safety infractions that it was a miracle the place was still open. He had pushed for changes and improvements but there had been so many red tapes from the big bosses that it was frustrating. All his connections had not been enough to help prevent what he had labelled in his reports as a disaster waiting to happen. And now, while rushing to that site he had a feeling that the worst case scenario had happened and that once again money and politics had placed the lives of his firefighters in danger.

Instead of spending time with his girls, Rowan was driving towards a five alarm fire.

As the address grew closer, black plumes began to appear at the horizon and his heart sank. His mind started making possible plans. The smoke was very dark which meant a volatile fire. He pressed on the gas and pushed to the extreme the privileges that the sirens gave him in an emergency.

The location in question was a textile factory where the tanks containing highly flammable liquids were kept at the right storing temperature by a generator. In all his inspections Rowan had noticed signs of old age in the tanks and the generator had three system failures in a short time span. Rowan just tried to guess which one had failed.

He arrived at the site and quickly wore his bunker gear and walked to Lorcan who was acting as Incident Commander for a report.

“Chief.

“Lor, what is the situation?”

The dark-haired captain looked at the fire in front of him “we are evacuating the workers. The generator is failing and one of the tanks with treating chemicals has a leak that started a fire in a section with stored acrylic clothes. They caught fire and as you can imagine it spread quickly. We are working on containing it.”

Rowan looked at the inferno in front of him and rage surged in him.

“Triage is ready, mass casualty plan has been activated and we have four stations on duty.” Lorcan added to finish his report.

Rowan nodded “That is perfect, Lorcan. I take it from here, now.”

Lorcan nodded and ran to grab his gear and joined his team inside.

He took over the scene and started directing the rescue and gathered more information every time more firefighters came out. There were still workers trapped near the centre of the plant, the core that was likely minutes away from breaking down. If the generator failed, the tank would stop working properly and from there the whole site would just blow up.

“Chief to all units, what is the situation near the generator?”

Static was his answer.

“Chief to captain Salvaterre, do we have the fire contained near the generator?”

“One of the storage tanks is leaking heavily, we will need hazmat.”

“Copy that, asking dispatch now.”

“Chief,” Ilias voice came through the radio “We have found a group of four workers, taking them out now.”

“Copy that Ilias, paramedics are ready.”

Not long after he saw two firefighters take out a group of wounded workers. The paramedics ran to them and carried the victims to triage to be assessed.

Lorcan ran out of the building with a firefighter that had to be rescued after he got separated from his buddy.

“Lor, what happened?”

The man ripped his mask from his face and took a deep breath of air “It’s impossible to get to the centre. We can’t get any deeper. The smoke is very thick and dark.”

“Hazmat is on another call.”

Lorcan swore.

Rowan looked up and watched the smoke change “Lor, you take back command, I am going in.”

“Fuck no, Rowan.”

Rowan started to wear his SCBA “I have visited this factory more times in the past few months than any other industrial site. I know where everything is and I know how to get safely to the generator and where the failsafe panel is.”

“Rowan, that place is a time bomb.”

“I am aware, but there are four of my men inside and probably more workers. I am not going to another firefighter’s funeral, Lorcan.”

Rowan finished getting ready and ran inside “Keep the water going Lorcan, and tell hazmat to get their arses here ASAP.”

Lorcan shouted orders to the four teams “Let’s attack this fire and kill it,” he ordered another team inside to attack the centre of the factory and keep the generator cool to allow Rowan some time.

Rowan made his way inside the building and all he saw was thick smoke, but with the help of some burnt landmarks he found his way around. Progress was slow and time was a luxury he did not have. The fire around him was still raging and he only had his memory to guide him through the inferno. Deeper in the venue he heard a PASS alarm and his heart sank. One of his men was down and he rushed towards the sound.

“Chief, Lorcan, I have a firefighter down on the south east quadrant near the central room.”

“Copy that, Chief I am sending in rescue.”

Rowan waited for the two firefighters and then continued on his mission. He was so close but the smoke started changing badly and he knew that he was close to the epicentre. What made things worse was the very distinctive smell of electrical fire “Lor, keep water away from the centre of the structure. Electrical fire.”

He did not wait for his friend’s reply and with his axe he just smashed his way through the door and found four of his men and then two workers on the floor. The PASS alarms haunting his dreams. He grabbed the two workers and dragged them outside in a safe location, alerted Lorcan and then he stormed back inside and took out two of his men at a time. They had a pulse, faint but they were okay. He kept dragging the people as far as possible until he was exhausted. Rowan radioed his teams to rescue a few more people and then got ready for the last mission.

The generator had a failsafe switch that he hoped was still working and not being destroyed by the fire. He knew he had minutes to stop the plant from blowing up and flatten the building. He stood, gathering all the strength he had left, looked at the oxygen meter on his wrist and realised he had less than ten minutes of air left. It was enough, he kept telling himself. Enough to do his job and hopefully make it out alive. He wanted to get back to Maya and finish celebrating her birthday. He wanted to have a moment alone with Aelin and finally tell her that he was in love with her. That he was tired of pushing his feelings aside and overthink it. She was the love of his life and if he made it out alive he was going to tell her.

With a mighty roar he burst inside the plant room and crawled to the bottom where the smoke and the toxic air was less thick. The air was thick with electricity and one of the panel was clearly shorted. Slowly he elbowed his way to the centre and found the core computer that was barely working. Blindly he found his way to where he knew the failsafe panel was. Or was meant to be. He froze when he realised that it was not there anymore. The computer that would allow him to safely shut down all the tanks was gone.

“Lorcan, Chief,” he coughed “Mission has failed. Push back, the building is lost.”

Slowly he made his way back, his oxygen was starting to run low and Rowan went through all of his old training routines to keep oxygen consumption low.

He was dragging his sorry arse out of that hellish place when he saw all the signs. He tried to run, his body screaming for oxygen, his legs failing him. And when he noticed the fire pattern change he threw himself on the ground as a series of flashovers spread through the building.

Aelin and Maya’s laughter the last images in his mind before the darkness engulfed him.

Lorcan hated that he was outside. Rowan should be there and he should be inside, that was his job. But Rowan knew the place inside out. He had been conducting regular inspection and Lorcan knew that place was a ticking bomb, Rowan had told him the fights he had been having to change things but it looked that no one listened to him.

Pushing aside his rage he listened to the teams for what was happening. More workers kept being found alive and he counted that as a success. Rowan’s voice came through the radio alerting him that he had found the firefighter that had gone missing after he lost track of his partner.

“Come on, Rowan…”

The fire started to change and Lorcan called for more water to be pumped on the building, the water cannons moving to concentrate on where the tanks were.

Hazmat was still busy and he needed the team there immediately. He called dispatch for another update and he got the same answer. Time was ticking and he was growing worried. Surely Rowan’s oxygen was about to run out soon. Why the fuck he was not out yet?

The radio became alive once more and Rowan’s voice came through alerting him that he had more survivors. He sent Fenrys, Brullo and two more firefighters in to recover the people Rowan had saved.

Long minutes passed and silence stretched. He called Rowan but no answer came through.

“Lor, it has been too long. We need to get in to get Rowan.” Fenrys walked to him and shouted “He is inside that inferno on his own. That’s not how we do things.”

“Rowan, come through.”

More silence.

And then his strained voice finally reached him “Lorcan, Chief,” he coughed “Mission has failed. Push back, the building is lost.”

Lorcan’s heart sank at the words.

“Push back everyone. Move the perimeter back.” His voice thick with panic for his friend.

His men got into action and started to retreat to safety and then the explosion hit. Lorcan waited for the flashovers to die down and then grabbed his gear “Ilias, you have command, I need to save the Chief.” He shouted like a desperate man.

“Fen, Brullo and Ansel, with me.”

The three firefighters exchanged their bottles and grabbed a jump bag and a stretcher from the paramedics.

From the outside, Ilias restarted the water attack to allow them further progress inside.

Lorcan had an idea of where to go because had listened to Rowan when had talked abut the building but had never been inside. He followed his instincts and walked towards the centre of the structure until in the distance he heard the unmistakable sound of the PASS alarm. One of the sounds he hated the most, especially when it meant his best friend was in peril.

“Rowan,” screamed Fenrys at spotting Rowan’s body on the floor.

“Slowly, Fen.”

The young man walked quickly among the debris, pushing aside beams and part of structures “Fen, be careful.”

He did not listen and Brullo and Lorcan followed with Ansel in tow. When they finally arrived Rowan’s body was sprawled on the ground “Ilias, we got the Chief, we are assessing him just now.”

“Copy, I have paramedics on standby.”

Ansel crouched to his side, removed his broken mask and started assessing him “he is breathing but it’s very shallow.” The woman placed an oxygen mask on his face to help him breath better. The mask was cracked and he likely had inhaled toxic fumes. She checked his sats and she had her answers when the number turned out to be too low.

Brullo opened the jump bag. All firefighters had some sort of first aid training, but Brullo and Ansel were also certified paramedics so Lorcan let them work.

Fenrys helped them remove his bunker jacket and that’s when he saw a piece of metal sticking out of his left flank.

“Don’t pull it,” said Brullo “The spike just now it’s preventing him to bleed to death.”

Lorcan helped remove some of the debris covering his body “Possible fractures in the lower body,”

Ansel inspected his side and saw some burnt marks along his right arms down his chest “Second degree burn on his right side.”

“Is he stable enough for transport?” Asked Lorcan.

Ansel passed the stretch-board they had carried and with Brullo’s help they slid it under Rowan’s back.

“Yes, we are good to go. Alert the paramedics we have him and we are coming out. We need immediate transport to the hospital.”

Once outside, Lorcan stared at his team carry Rowan to the paramedics, watched them gave him initial treatment and then load him on the ambulance and disappear at the horizon.

He took command back from Ilias and guided the team until the fire was extinguished. Hazmat eventually arrived and took over the scene and Lorcan sent his teams inside for overhaul.

The sun had started to set once the scene was clear. Lorcan ordered engine back to quarters but he took the truck to a side mission.

The vehicle slithered through the traffic of Orynth and he prepared how he could tell Aelin about what happened. It was Maya’s birthday and he was about to destroy that day.

Aelin, Lys, Aedion, Elide and her parents had remained at the bookshop to continue the celebrations. Maya was sitting on her plastic table with her uncle and grampa and they were all reading some stories.

Aelin was about to start cleaning up when she saw a big fire truck park in front of the shop.

Her book tumbled off her hands when Lorcan stepped in, blackened by smoke and a dark stare.

Aelin’s hand shook and she felt sick.

Elide stepped at her side and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Aelin,” he paused “I need you to come to the hospital with me.”

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 1 year

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One thing I like to think about is how Twisted Wonderland could incorporate elements from Disney’s 2d movies into their lore.

For example:

During a potions class, when Professor Crewel leaves the room, Ace starts mucking about and accidently adds a plant that’s basically used in Twisted Wonderland’s alcohol. This causes pink bubbles to form from the cauldron and transform into the pink elephants on parade that begin to create chaos and now the entire class have to figure out how to get rid of them.

Ace, Deuce and Yuu are with their fellow classmates on a camping trip and they’re all telling ghost stories around a campfire and two or three of their classmates bring up heffalumps and woozles much to Yuu and Grim’s confusion. Ace scoffs, saying that they’re not real and just a scary story people tell to scare kids (kind of like the boogeyman of Twisted Wonderland). When Fem!Yuu asks what those are her classmates answer her (maybe they start singing/chanting a slower version of the original song) by explaining that they ‘guzzle up the thing you prize’, making them up to be these monsters the same way Pooh, Tigger and Rabbit were teaching Roo in Pooh’s Heffalump Movie. Ace looks unimpressed but Deuce, Fem!Yuu and Grim (especially since the last two don’t know anything about this world) look scared. At some point in the night, food starts to go missing and then the class end up split up in the woods and everyone sees shadows of these heffalumps and woozles the same way Snow White saw monsters after she ran from the huntsman. When they can’t find Yuu Ace, Deuce and Grim believe that she’s been eaten by those creatures and they create a plan of attack to get revenge on those monsters for eating Grim’s tuna *Ace and Deuce turn to look at Grim* he means eating his henchman. Long story short, heffalumps and woozles don’t exist, their food was eaten by woodland creatures and everything was in their minds and now Crewel has to babysit a bunch of scared teenagers *sigh* great.

I also realise that the Headless Horseman song would be a cool campfire song for teenagers to sing to spook each other.

Since RSA is a hero school, I thought it would be cool if they have a pixie dust reserve as a gift from the fairies and Yuu gets told how to use it when she’s on a quest to save her friends (you bet her ‘wonderful thought’ would be with Grim and Adeuce) and her and the RSA boys do the whole she (we) can fly number. Also, imagine if at one point the gang end up trying to sail the Jolly Rodger.

The song Cruella De Vil, has been changed to Divus Crewel/Professor Crewel by the NRC students and the older years sing it to the first years as a sort of warning to how strict and ruthless their potions teacher is (and as a way to have a laugh because they find scaring children fun)

There’s a secret storage cupboard in Heartslabyul that houses the eat me cookies and drink me bottles. Only the Dorm Leaders and Vice Dorm Leaders know of this.

If anyone has any other ideas, I would love to hear them

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #fem yuu #twst yuu

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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I’d like to request from another kiss prompt. A hesitant kiss.

With none other than my sweet love Darman. ❤️. I just can’t get enough of him.🤷🏻‍♀️.

You can decide who does the kissing. I always love reading everything you write.

Thank you. 😊

Hesitance

Summary: Darman has been watching you for ages now, and it all comes to a head late one evening.

Pairing: Darman Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 1086

Warnings: Fluff, some spice at the end

A/N: So you know, I had a plan when I started this, but, uh, that plan did not happen, and this was born instead. I'm so sorry if it's not quite what you had in mind. Also, I do have your other requests, but I'm saving them for later.

Divider by Saradika

He’s watching you again. You try not to let it bother you, though it really does. You’re not sure if he’s watching you simply because he doesn’t trust you, though you won’t be surprised if that’s the case.

Maker knows that he and his brother’s have reason enough to be suspicious of people who aren’t their brothers.

It’s just a shame, though. Because you really like him. Him and his contagious laugh, and mischievous grin.

Not that either of those have ever been directed towards you. No. You’ve never been that lucky. The most you’ve ever received from him is a nod acknowledging your presence. Which is…something? You suppose.

You roll your shoulder, trying to ignore the way Darman’s stare is making your skin prickle, and you focus your attention back on the datapad you’re trying to repair. Trying, being the keyword in that sentence, because it’s starting to look that Darman flung it at a wall…or maybe ran it over.

You hold it up by a corner and sigh as glass falls from the front and lands on your worktable.

This isn’t fixable.

You shove it in a box, along with the broken glass, and you set it in the pile with the rest of the stuff that needs to be scrapped at the end of the day. And then you push your chair back and make the long walk to the storage closet on the other side of base to grab a new datapad.

And then you walk all the way back across the base, to your desk, and you begin the set up.

By the time the security has been updated, and all of the programs Darman needs are installed and set up, nearly three hours have passed. And by the time you’re sure that the datapad is ready for GAR use, another hour has passed.

You heave out another sigh, exhaustion writ in every line in your body, and you push away from your desk. It’s now late enough that you’re one of the few people still working.

And you know, from experience, that Darman will be in his quarters.

You drag yourself to the living quarters and knock, twice, on Darman’s door and wait. The door eventually slides open and he looks down at you, surprise crossing his face.

“Are you still working?” He asks, a frown marring his perfect features.

You offer him the datapad, “Here. Please don’t break this one. It took me four hours to get it to where it was acceptable to work for you.”

He takes the device and absently turns it on, “What happened to the other one?”

“I’ll have to toss it. After I wipe the memory card, which…” You sigh, “I’m going to go do now.”

He lifts his gaze from the datapad, and he scans your face, “Have you taken any breaks today?” Darman asks.

And you bristle, hearing the silent judgment, “I was busy. Fixing your datapad.”

He falters, “No that’s not…” Darman pauses, “I wasn’t trying to offend you, I know how hard you work.” He tries, “But it could have waited-”

You fold your arms over your chest, “You need a datapad to do your job, so no, Darman, it couldn’t wait.”

“Well…thank you, then.”

The tension drains out of your shoulders, you half expected him to say something about getting it to him sooner. “You’re welcome.” You hesitate for a moment, “Uh…good night.”

You turn to walk away, but are forced to stop when his hand closes around your wrist. You turn to look up at him, and he looks just as startled as you do.

“Is there something you needed?” You ask, flicking your gaze from the hand wrapped securely, but not painfully, around your wrist and up to his face.

His mouth opens to say something, and he scans your face rapidly, “I…” Darman trails off, “Fuck…I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?”

“What?” You stare at him, wide eyed.

And he stares right back, just as wide eyed, “Wait, no! I mean, yes, I do want to kiss you…like so bad. But that’s not what…It’s not what I was going to ask.”

“But it is what you asked,” You point out.

“...yeah…” He nervously rubs the back of his neck, “It’s just…I was going to ask you if you wanted dinner, but…you’re so…” Darman trails off.

“I’m so what?”

“...pretty. I just…I really want to kiss you. To see if your lips actually are as soft as they look.” He admits, without meeting your eyes.

“Is that why you stare at me so much?” You ask, as you take a step closer to him.

“You noticed that?”

“It was kind of…obvious.” You admit.

“Oh. Sorry.”

You don’t say anything for a moment, and neither does he. And then you sigh silently. You have work to do, you should be getting back to it, but-

But-

You step closer to him, and his gaze snaps to you. You slowly reach up and lightly grip the collar of his armor pulling him down just enough that you can slowly, hesitantly, brush your lips against his.

You stay close to him as you pull away, your hand loosely gripping his arm, loose enough that he could pull away if that's what he wanted. “Like that?” You ask, nervous.

He stares at you, and for a moment, you worry that he’s not even breathing. And then he moves, his grip around your wrist tightens, and he pulls you flush against him and he crashes his lips against yours.

Darman pulls you back into his room, and hits the door control panel once he’s sure that you’re not going to be in the way, and he pins you against the wall, his lips never once pulling away from yours.

“Soft,” He groans against your lips, “So soft.” He kisses you again and again, “We stop the moment you say so,” He says breathlessly, as his lips trail from your lips, to your jaw and then down to your neck, where he presses hot, open mouthed, kisses against the soft skin there.

You release a quiet moan and press closer to him, “Yes sir,” You gasp out, your words pulling a broken moan from his lips, and you make a mental note about that reaction.

This is not how you expected to end the night, but you have no complaints as Darman starts to strip his armor off, to allow you to trail your fingers across his broad chest.

#star wars #tcw #darman skirata x reader #darman x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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animalluver8153 · 1 year

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Life Assurance Pt. 6

So we come to the end of this strange beginning.

First <;> Prev <> Final (you are here) <> AO3 link

<<<<>>>>

“You’re telling me my, everything, is because I was ghost-drunk?” Jason might have been more intimidating if he wasn’t currently sitting on an exam table with various sensors attached to his head.

“Fermentation is the closest description to the state of ectoplasm we found. Did you experience any intoxication-related symptoms?” Frostbite was at the ready with a clipboard and pencil. His colleagues were already furiously scribbling on theirs, documenting the interview for future records.

“Aside from the Pit Madness?” Jason poked at the sensor on his forehead, “Does being pissed off about a lot of thing count?”

“It could,” Frostbite wrote on his clipboard.

Danny looked at the samples on display for the benefit of Jason, Mr. Wayne, and Mr. Pennyworth. The suspended ichor looked closer to dried blood than ectoplasm, it certainly felt like blood when it was coming out of his mouth.

“Ectoplasm will dissipate when not at Zone level density,” Danny pointed to the machine holding the samples in place, “Even then you have to add power to it during storage or freeze it to slow the dissipation. If what you said about the Lazarus pit is true, then someone must have figured out how to keep an amount of ectoplasm at propagation levels for years.”

“Fermentation is a form of controlled decay,” Frostbite mused, “It was also a way for humans to digest things they normally couldn’t. This could be an entirely new field of study.”

“I’m very happy for you two but what does that mean for me?” Jason crossed his arms and tried to glare. His size in comparison to the yeti’s detracted from it though.

“Ah, yes. We are still unsure if it was the ectoplasm’s taint that caused your symptoms or if the ectoplasm you had was decaying with no way to expel it. We will have to monitor your ectoplasm levels. A few blood samples every few days for at least two weeks.”

“I’m going to be here for two weeks?” Jason abandoned all pretexts and started removing the sensors on his head.

“Not at all. It would be more beneficial for you to return to the Human Side and monitor your ectoplasm levels as you return to your normal activity levels.”

“I can make my own portals now,” Danny volunteered, “I can bring you here and back home in no time.”

“What do you mean now?”

“I learned how to do it,” Danny counted on his fingers, “Six hours ago.”

“Any other options?”

“There are two stable portals. One is in a basement laboratory in Illinois and the second is in the castle of a megalomanic billionaire in Wisconsin.”

“Sounds like the Mid-West alright.”

“I’m sure we can come up with a satisfactory schedule in no time. However, the past day has been a great ordeal for everyone,” Mr. Pennyworth looked unfairly put together standing beside a yeti, “We will be able to plan more clearly after we return home.”

“Agreed,” Mr. Wayne had abandoned his cowl somewhere in the night. It probably wasn’t a good sign of his mental state that he wasn’t wearing it now.

The meeting ended with Frostbite conferring with his lab assistants. Danny guided the three guests out of the lab, following the path cleared of all snow to accommodate Barbra’s wheelchair. The path led on towards the training grounds where the others were waiting.

“Hey, Jay! We saved you some spears!” Dick brandished one of his own, waiting for his turn throwing at the distant targets.

“I’m winning, naturally. We’ll see if your skills have been diminished by your abduction.”

“Big talk from such a squirt,” Jason ran forward and joined his siblings.

Mr. Pennyworth and Mr. Wayne remained behind in silent agreement. Danny gestured for them to follow him away from the noise of bickering and into the silence of the snow. An entire month was spent practicing what he was going to say, and he barely felt better about what was going to happen next.

<<<>>>

The King of Ghosts stopped at a ridge overlooking the homes of the Far Frozen. The training grounds could still be seen, the denizens of the realm cheering encouragement from the sidelines. For a minute the three of them stopped and stared.

The young man was the first to break the silence, “The contract still stands Mr. Pennyworth. You are the only one who can break it without repercussion.”

“I will do no such thing.”

Bruce tensed up but remained silent.

“Then that’s that. So, onto the next problem,” he looked toward the man standing beside his contractee.

“You have my name, and you know what I look like. You will track me down. You will find out who I am. So, we can settle on the inevitable.”

“And what would the inevitable be?” Bruce kept himself as collected as ever, Alfred could almost see his mind racing with plans and contingencies half-formed.

“Mutually assured destruction.”

Danny formed the rings that would change him back, letting them strip away the crown and cloak, then taking away the hazmat suit. He kept eye contact the whole time, never looking away from Bruce. A teenage boy replaced where a ghost once stood.

“My parents don’t know, that I am what I am. They’re expecting me to be at home when they get back from the city. They’re expecting me to go to bed early because I have school tomorrow. They’re expecting me to do my best on that English test on Wednesday.”

Alfred didn’t turn to face Bruce, but he could guess he wasn’t as composed as himself. Maybe his face showed horror, maybe it was pity. The boy kept his eyes on Bruce as rings of light returned the crown and cloak.

“We both have people to protect Mr. Wayne. If you tell my family about me, I tell the world about you. Understood?”

“You’re a child,” it wasn’t accusatory, it wasn’t of disbelief either.

Danny huffed a laugh, “Sixteen. But apparently, if you lead the charge against the king of the infinite realms and win it makes you the new king. Who knew?”

He turned back to Alfred, looking almost amused to see him as non-plussed as ever, “I’m sorry Mr. Pennyworth. I know none of this is ideal.”

“Your highness, I have expected nothing less since the day young Master Bruce donned that suit.”

The conversation lapsed, they looked down and watched as some sort of game the yetis played with spears and hoops. Laughing and arguing muffled by distance and snow banks.

“We need a plan to explain to the league why the ghost king would come to save your life. Especially after the way we officially met. Any ideas?”

Bruce only pondered for a moment, he was ever one to have a plan, “I can tell them I did further research on my own. Then we came to an arrangement.”

“I’ll be vague about it if they ever ask. Works for me. But there’s another problem. People back home know Phantom well enough to trust him. If it gets out that Phantom, king of the Infinite Realms, is making deals I’m in trouble.”

“The League already has the impression that you’re new at this, you can deny the ability to make any more deals.”

“How are we going to broadcast that?”

“Have you been contacted before, or since, about a contract?”

“…no, but if you could do it, so can others,” Danny couldn’t stand the tension, he took off from the ground and floated back and forth. “If people get a hold of a working summoning ritual, they’re going to bother me into an early grave. Uggh!”

Danny fell back to the ground and stomped down the path they came. The old man watched him go. He did not huff, sigh, or drop his shoulders. There was no need. His son in all but name stood stock still, never one to break the silence when he could help it.

For all of the words said in the past day, there were still some that needed to be said.

“We will not lose a single one of them. Is there anything as great as that?”

If anything else was said on that ridge, or if there were tears shed, the void of green looming above them kept its silence.

#life assurance au #dp x dc #ccitme #dp frostbite #dp x dc fanfic #ghost king au #ghost king danny

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lovingbradshawafterdark · 2 years

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Forever devoted

Hangman x fem!reader

Summary: you and hangman’s secret marriage becomes strained until you finally let out your frustrations

Warnings: smut 18+ minors DNI or I will block you, unprotected sex (be safe y’all)

Word count: 1,317

A/n: alright my smut game is slightly so I hope you enjoy plus I didn’t quite know what to do with this nonnie who requested! I also never know how to end a fic lol (requests always open)

Jake just watched as you happily laughed alongside rooster, it made him fine seeing you talking to another man and stormed towards you.

“What’d he say next?”, rooster laughed, you were about to answer before Jake rudely interrupted.

“What do you think you’re doing quickstep?”, Jake growled as Rooster rolled his eyes.

“Hangman we were just talking”, you explained yet you saw him clenching his fist.

“Outside now…”, he hissed before pointing at the door, you just gave him a pleading look as he angrily pointed again.

“See ya around roost”, you said hopping off the bar stool, he looked down at you sadly as you walked defeated, Jake not far behind you.

When you both managed to get outside the shed deck making sure no one would be able to hear you he immediately exploded.

“What the hell was that?”, he halted at you as you rolled your eyes

“We were just talking…we didn’t do anything”, you murmured as he just continued to fume.

“Do I need to remind you we are married?”, he walked even closer.

“I’m not planning on getting with any other guys Jake I was just talking with him that’s it”.

Jake still looked at you angrily, he didn’t want to cause a complete scene but you did want to remind him you are his girl.

“I know..”, you said softly looking down.

“Good”, he smiled again before turning back towards the hard deck.

“Do you know how hard it is?”, you asked, Jake tensed up, his shoulders clearly showing it, “having to tell people I’m off the market because you don’t want me mentioning we are married”

Jake turned back towards you, his eyes showing a sense of sorrow.

“Listen…I know it’s hard-“

“No you don’t Jake you have no idea!”, you yelled as he had a sudden fear of someone overhearing what was happening, “guys jump at the chance to talk and flirt with me no matter how much I say I’m taken”, you hissed out at him making him flinch

“I’m sorry…if it really upsets you can make it public”, he whispered, his voice suddenly very soft and kind.

“We eloped Jake…if my dad finds out we are in fact married even though he turned your blessing we are both screwed!”, you were frustrated at him and he knew it, it was hard on the both of you, “my dad would be pissed I’m sure he’d find a way to have you killed on the spot…”

“Okay listen honey I need you to quiet down”, he looked over noticing Rooster walking out of the hard deck looking around.

“What you scared about people hearing about our lovers quarrel?”, you asked sarcastically as Jake quickly grabbed your hand and hid you behind a car as he watched rooster look around before going back inside.

“Alright we’re safe now-“, he was cut off as you kissed him, he jumped yet he also began to lean into it. He laid his hands on your waist as he fully gave in. You heard let out a growl as you pulled away.

“Been awhile since we’ve done that huh?”, you teased as he pulled you back against his lips, clearly he’d been desperate yet pulled away.

“I’ve neglected you…let me fix that please”, he caressed your cheek, your body craved his touch even more as you nodded. He quickly grabbed you and ran towards the hard deck again, he quickly noticed a door that led to a small storage room. He got frustrated trying to pick the lock before just fully breaking it and watching the door open. You just giggled as he pulled you in, the only light being a small lamp.

“Jake seresin…always the man to get down and dirty no matter the place”, you giggled before he placed on a small dresser.

“I need you….I really need you”, he whined, hangman rarely whined he was too prideful for that.

“Then what are you waiting for?”, and with that he quickly pulled your skirt down as well as your underwear, “is someone actually going to eat me out this time?”

“I’ve been a bit too much of an ass and I wanna fix that”, he then did small kisses up your thigh, your breath hitching as he would get closer and closer towards your slit. It was aggravating and you whispered at him making him chuckle, the vibration against your core wonderfully pleasurable.

“Jake please…”you whimper again and you saw that damn look in his eyes, that look where he was still going to make you beg even if this was all for you. He still gave you that damn smug look before you finally yelled out, “just eat me out already!”, you yelled as he chuckled.

“Careful sweetheart we don’t know if they can hear us”, you couldn’t say anything as immediately after he licked a long strip along your folds making you moan. Him continuing to chuckle wasn’t helping as your thighs clamped around his head harshly to the point he had to hold them down as you whimper and whined before nearly s seeming as his sucked on your clit, your hands going towards his hair making him groan. His tongue was delightful as it ravaged your pussy. He barely came up to breath and you felt that familiar knot in your stomach about to snap yet he just stopped, making you tug on his hair leaving him just to laughing.

“Sorry but I’m getting impatient”, he grunted standing up, you saw him unbuckling his pants, your mouth went dry as he pulled out his erect cock, you wanted it in your mouth but you couldn’t do much with out people hearing your. He teased around your entrance, using your juices as lube, his eyes full of lust. He was soon tired of the teasing before fully sinking inside you. His face was delightful…divine even, his eyes already fluttering as his brow furrowed.

“Jake….”, you moaned biting your lip as he was getting accustomed to your walls once again, he thrusted harshly making you yelp but then moan as let out a soft moan as well.

“God you’re beautiful”, you knew when hangman was being serious when his voice was low and gentle, he began an even pace, your arms went yours his neck as the dresser under you began to rock due to how hard he was fucking you, “you still got the ring baby?”

“Of course I do…”, you stammered out as you showed him the ring he had picked out, it was placed delicately on your ring finger and that just sent him, he was suddenly filled with new vigor as he started fucking you even harder now and that knot in your stomach soon snapped and suddenly your walls clenched around him making him moan and hiss as he continued.

“God…”, his voice was broken as he finally came, you felt him completely fill you. He stayed inside for awhile, never wanting to leave. He however saw you whining uncomfortably before finally pulling out, his cum still dripping out of you. You both just panted for a moment before he helped you off the dresser and handed you your skirt and underwear.

“Well then….I guess that’s that then”, you whispered as he just nodded.

“I’m sorry….I should’ve done something sooner…”, you could hear a sudden surge of butterflies as you went up to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“Don’t worry…I’m still you’re girl”, you said with a smile putting your skirt and panties back on. He just smiled watching you even as you exited quietly out the door. You just sighed before being startled as rooster rounded the corner.

“Was looking for you he seemed pissed”, rooster smiled as you just laughed.

“Trust me he’s a nice guy if you get to know him…”, you joked as rooster looked at you confused looking down at your hand.

“Where did that ring come from?”

#hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #top gun hangman #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun x reader

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