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Overdrive*

Summary: The one where it's 1969 and Harry likes to drive really, really fast.

Word Count: 5.5k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, exhibitionism, very brief daddy kink

Five.

The sound of revving engines echoes between the tall, city buildings. Loud enough to startle a nearby flock of birds on a telephone wire as they take off into the dark night to escape the lurid noise.

Four.

The smell of burning rubber is everywhere. Tires screech against the pavement as the smoke dissipates into the warm summer air and the drivers prepare for that familiar white flag.

Three.

There’s a murmur amongst the crowd. The bets have been placed and the anticipation has set in. They pick their favorite driver, and they hope that somehow, they’ll be able to beat the unbeatable.

Him.

Two.

You can see your little speed demon just up ahead as he waits patiently in front of the makeshift starting line. He seems relaxed. Confident. One hand is settled on the steering while the other is flipping the bird to the driver beside him.

One.

The flag waves and the drivers take off. A streak of color flashes across the street as each of the five cars attempt to take their place ahead of the rest. But nobody can seem to get an edge on the black Lamborghini Miura already skidding around the first curve, effortlessly leaving them all behind.

You grin. It’s harder to see the cars now that they’re on the other side of the buildings, but you can hear them. You can hear his engine, specifically. You’d know the sound anywhere. After all, he spent weeks introducing you to the ins and outs of his favorite toy. Showing you exactly how to care for it, with those rough, practiced hands that also happen to care for you, too.

You catch a glimpse of his vehicle just before it disappears past the drugstore. He shifts gears and accelerates, just before the blue Stingray to his right can gain on him. You hold your breath as both cars drift around the corner onto the next road and the crowd begins to cheer.

Harry hasn’t lost a race in weeks. You don’t imagine he could lose if he tried. In fact, he could be blindfolded with no brake pedal and a faulty transmission and somehow, he’d still be miles ahead of the competition.

It’s one of the things you love most about him. The way his eyes light up when he gets behind the wheel. The way the engine purrs in his hands and the way he can bend the road to his will.

The Stingray veers to the right in order to get ahead of him, but Harry seems to anticipate this attempt. He cuts the other driver off just before he can speed up and your heart jumps into your throat. The only thing you don’t like about his racing is how careless he can be at times.

If you’re in the car, he takes the utmost care to make sure you’re safe. That you’re never put in harm’s way.

But when he’s alone, he’s in a whole other world of his making. He doesn’t consider the consequences or the repercussions. He doesn’t consider you. The way you’d feel if you lost him.

And you trust his instincts, you do. But you can’t always say you enjoy the show.

The Stingray slams on his brakes as Harry takes off and slides around the second to last corner. Tire marks are painted across the cement in his wake and the crowd cheers.

Your stomach twists. He seems to be doing all right, although one of his fatal flaws is that it’s nearly imposable to tell how he’s feeling. He’s eerily stoic when he’s under pressure and perhaps that’s a good thing.

But that doesn’t exactly help you now as he zigs and zags across the road before finally reaching the last turn that leads into the final stretch.

This is it. You hold your breath as you watch from the edge of the sidewalk, hands twisting in front of your chest as he races across the last few hundred feet. It’ll be close—the Stingray is gaining on him with each passing second—but Harry’s undeterred. He switches into a lower gear and the engine comes alive. Giving the car torque for those last few inches as he flies across the finish line. And the race is over.

The rest of the cars follow shortly after and the growing crowd of onlookers all swarm the street. They cheer and they holler, and they flock to the handsome driver now stepping out of his vehicle, desperate to congratulate him. But those soft green eyes only search for you.

When he finally finds you squished between the horde of admirers, he grins, and begins to push his way through to you.

The moment you meet, he picks you up, hugs you to his chest, and spins you around. And you squeal giddily, happy to be back in his embrace as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.

“My little lucky clover,” he whispers proudly. “What did I tell you, hm?”

The nickname makes your insides grow warm. He’s called you his lucky clover ever since that first race when the two of you met. He claimed he only won because he saw you standing there watching and was desperate to impress you. And that every race he’s won since has been because of you and your charming presence.

You aren’t so sure you believe him, but you have to admit it sounds pretty on his tongue.

You laugh as he puts you back down. “I know, I know,” you finally concede. “You were right.”

“Mhm.” He smirks—cocky—before he’s surging forward to kiss you. Soft and slow and with a desire that almost feels scandalous for such a public place. “I always am.”

His tongue brushes against yours while his hand splays across your lower back to tug your body to his and the crowd cheers as you giggle. But you don’t fight the way he loves you. Instead, you cling to his shirt and allow him to take what he wants.

When he finally allows you a moment to breathe, you gaze at him curiously. “How fast were you going?”

“120 on the main stretch. 80 on the curves,” he says, then chuckles at the way you frown. “M’fine, Clover. I promise.”

“You agreed nothing over 100,” you remind him.

“Yeah, but I needed to win.”

“No, you don’t need to win. You need to stay alive.”

“Well, why can’t I do both?”

Unamused, you huff, and lightly slap at his stomach. “Not funny, H.”

However, he merely laughs aagain and pulls you back between his arms. “Come on, sweetheart,” he says softly. “You know I’d never die on you. I’d miss you too much.”

“Let’s hope so.” You push up onto your toes to bring your lips to his once more. “Cause if you die on me…I’ll kill you.”

His smile is smug as he kisses you hard before he leads you back to his car. The large mass follows, anxious to ask him questions or offer their praise. And he listens to dutifully, perching himself on his hood while pulling you between his legs.

It’s the same after every race. The other drivers try to tease him while his growing group of fans are desperate to be noticed by him. He might not be inherently famous, but he is to this crowd. They love a lot of things about him. His skill, his confidence, his looks.

And you can’t exactly blame them.

It’s impossible to tell if you want to be him or be with him. You imagine for most people, it’s both. He has a sort of relaxed assurance that seems to make everyone else around him comfortable. And there’s a mystery about him. An intrigue to know more about the man behind the wheel. About who he is outside of these races. What he’s really like.

He slings an arm around your shoulder and pulls you back into his chest. He talks to the driver of the Stingray and they exchange comments about the almost collision that makes your stomach turn. But when he notices, he presses a quick kiss to your temple and changes the subject.

However, the rowdy celebration is cut rather short by the sound of sirens as two police cars come slinging around the side of a building with their lights flashing and their microphones on.

Everybody scatters, a collection of wild cheers and hollering voices as the officers step out of their vehicles in order to round up the crowd and instruct everyone to return home.

But Harry is unfazed as he pats your hip and nods his chin up. He’s rather good at his getaway now. After all, you imagine he’d have to be with all the times the police have broken up these races.

And he’s only been caught once.

You slip inside just as he starts the engine. The radio comes alive, the sound of Jimi Hendrix enough to rival the roar of the motor as places one hand on the back of your seat in order to look behind him before he speeds away from the scene, hangs a sharp left, and takes off down the adjoining road.

The sound of sirens follow. There’s a cop car on the next street over, attempting to chase after him as Harry weaves in and out between the scarce traffic. He’s good—incredibly good—but they haven’t given up yet.

They cross over and skid behind him. They’re getting closer and the red and blue lights are bright in the rearview mirror. Still, Harry is calm. Simply shifting gears with ease as the car accelerates and offers a bit more distance before he takes a last-minute right in order to shake them.

The force of the turn slings you against the side of the door and you huff as Harry shoots you a cheeky grin.

“Sorry, baby,” he calls over the music. “You all right?”

With a grimace, you nod and say, “Mhm. Just great.”

He winks before he’s blowing through one red light and then another. Somehow missing the few cars currently crossing the street while the police are forced to slam on their brakes as somebody passes. And once they lose sight of him, he veers into an old, abandoned alley to hide.

Seconds pass before they finally fly by. Oblivious to his plan as they head further into town while Harry takes another right and disappears from the city.

He cheers victoriously and rolls down the windows and you laugh as you gaze at him. Entranced by the way he nods his head to the music as a gentle, summer breeze blows through his curls.

Freedom tastes better with him. Life is better with him. His hand on your thigh, squeezing, while he sings along to Jimi Hendrix and grins at the open stretch of road ahead of him.

You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else and he seems to bask in your admiration before he finally looks over.

“What do you say, Clover?” he says with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Wanna see what a hundred feels like?”

A bit hesitant, yet wildly curious, you nod.

He reaches for your hand in order to help you across the car, and you crawl over the console until you can settle onto his lap. Once you’re snug over his thighs, his arms slip beside your middle to keep you safe while he holds onto the steering wheel, and you scoot back into his chest for support.

And it feels good. Comfortable. Even though the car is going faster and faster with each passing second, you feel protected. You know he’d never let anything happen to you. And there’s hardly any danger out here, along the old, backroads away from the city and traffic.

The needle on the dash rises higher and higher. 70…80…90. Harry’s grinning against your cheek as the wind dances across your skin. The moon is bright in the sky, illuminating the road even without headlights and it’s exhilarating. Limitless.

“How’s that, hm?” he whispers. He kisses your jaw before dropping his foot against the gas. “You sure you’re ready, sweetheart?”

You nod quickly and brace yourself in his hold. “Mhm.”

The car reaches 100 and it feels like flying. You laugh, giddy, and he grins. The straight stretch of empty street might as well be a runway and the faster you go, the lighter you feel. As though the tires will simply lift off the ground and carry you into the sky.

He shifts gears and the car jolts forward as the needle jumps to 110. You gasp and squirm excitedly over his lap before he suddenly groans. The sound is low and strained and you recognize the lustful cadence almost immediately.

Amused, you bite the inside of your cheek. “You okay, H?”

He takes one hand from the wheel and places it on your thigh. Squeezing it once. Pointedly. “Don’t stop.”

You don’t. You squirm again, settling into the feel of the hardening bulge beneath your ass and he makes another noise that goes straight to your cunt.

Your lashes flutter. The world blurs and your heart races. Perhaps you shouldn’t be doing this while you’re going so fast but Harry is calm. He trusts himself and you trust him.

The needle rises.

“Harry,” you whisper and his knuckles go white against the steering wheel. “Harry, please—”

“What?” His mouth rests against your cheek and you whine. “What, Clover? What do you need?”

He wants to make you say it. Wants to hear the words on your tongue and you swallow thickly as you intertwine your fingers with his. “H…”

“What, baby girl?” He nips at your skin with his teeth. “M’I making you nervous?”

You nod and he chuckles. A dark, sadistic sound.

“Do you want me to stop?”

There’s a quiet moment of hesitation before you eventually shake your head. Of course you don’t. How could you?

“No?” He squeezes your leg, touch slowly slipping beneath the fabric of your skirt. “Good girl.”

The car begins to go faster. 115…118…120. The same speed he reached during the race and even if you knew it was fast, this feels infinitely faster.

You gasp and clutch his hand. Terrified and enthralled all in the same moment. And even if you shouldn’t be, you feel insanely aroused. Legs squeezing together as he subtly bucks up into you.

The music is loud and the wind is loud and the sound of your heart pulsing in your ears is loud.

And then…the needle drops. The car slows. The speedometer goes from 120 to 50 in only a few seconds, and you blink curiously before glancing back at him.

He says nothing. His expression is firm but stoic and it’s not until he pulls off the road and into the dirt that you understand.

He turns the car off, then pats your hip. “Get out.”

You swallow again and swing the door open. Crawling off his lap before obediently trailing your way to the front of the vehicle while he follows.

“Bend over.”

You do. The hood is warm but not hot and it’s almost inviting as you place your hands against the covering to brace yourself in wait.

“Let me see.”

Your breath catches as you move your fingers to the delicate panties beneath your skirt. You pull them down your quivering thighs and the summer air makes you shiver. You feel nervous under his gaze. Under the way he owns you. But it’s thrilling. Addictive. And it leaves no room for questioning as you drop your underwear to your ankles in the middle of the open desert.

You hear him step closer. Feel his hand on your hip as he pulls the fabric of your outfit up in order to get a proper look. But he’s quiet. Almost too quiet, and you feel a touch warm as you wait for his remark.

“Have you been this wet all night, Clover?” he finally asks.

You nod once. “…yes.”

“Mm.” Another pause while his other hand begins to trail up the back of your leg, slowly pulling it open. “And when were you planning to tell me?”

“I…I figured you already knew.”

He hums and you can only imagine his smirk. “Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Is that what you were waiting for, then? For me to do something about it?”

“…yes.”

The tip of his finger drags its way through your folds and the sudden sensation makes you whimper.

“Then why didn’t you ask, sweetheart?” His tone is soft but condescending and you make another noise as you attempt to glance back at him. “Uh-uh. Eyes down, Clove.”

With a huff, you drop your chin to your chest and anxiously wait for more.

“Why didn’t you ask?” he repeats. “Thought I taught you better than that.”

When your only answer is a needy mewl, he lands his palm against your ass in a sharp smack.

“Speak,” he murmurs. “When I ask you a question, I expect you to use your words and answer me. Is that understood?”

“Yes…yes, I’m sorry.”

“So why didn’t you ask?”

“Was…nervous,” you admit, glancing off into the dark night to hide the shame in your expression. “Didn’t want to bother you.”

He steps closer and his touch becomes gentler. “You were nervous, baby girl?”

“Mm. Knew you were busy and…and didn’t wanna be greedy.”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he exhales before he’s grabbing onto the cheeks of your ass to pull you open. Allowing him an even better view of the way you drip. “Can always be greedy with me, you know that? Don’t have to be nervous. All I wanna do is take care of you. My time is yours.”

You release a stuttered breath before your eyes fall shut. You love the way he touches you. The way he cares for you. The way he humiliates you, even out here where nobody can see.

“Look at you,” he whispers and you feel yourself clench around nothing. “Look at how pretty your little hole is when it’s so empty.”

The pad of his thumb brushes through your folds and he ignores the way you gasp his name.

“Think I should fix that?” he asks. “Think I should fill you up? Make it better?”

“Yes,” you pant. “Yes, please—”

“D’you need me to stretch you open? Hm? Play with your little cunny till you’re coming all over my cock?”

The dirty words inside his gentle voice feel criminal. Your mind turns to mush and you can do nothing more than press your chest into the hood as you excitedly wiggle our ass further into his hand.

He laughs, amused by your desperation in a way that only pushes you further toward the endless edge. “Is that a yes, Clover?”

You nod quickly. Your cheek rubbing against the car until you finally—finally—hear the sound of his belt flicking undone.

The metal clink is music to your ears and you release a deep moan at the thought of the leather against your skin. Of his cock as it brushes against your clit, mindlessly teasing you past the point of no return.

“Easy,” he says. “Give me your hands, sweetheart.”

Slowly, you pull your arms behind you until he captures them in his hand. He wraps the length of the belt around your wrists until he can securely bind them to the small of your back, and once your mobility is gone, you simper.

“There you go,” he coos. “You okay, honey?”

Another nod. “Yes.”

“Gonna tell me if it’s too much, yeah? If I hurt you?”

“Yes…”

“Know it’s a tight fit, baby, but m’gonna make it work. Promise.”

And this vow makes your heart thumb against the inside of your chest before you feel him disappear from behind you.

And then…his tongue.

He’s dropped into a crouch in order to taste you, fingers locked around your wrists to keep you still while his lips suck on your pussy.

“H,” you inhale, already undone by his technique. “I…”

He says nothing but the noise of wet licking echoes between your ears. His other hand pushes your leg away, creating more room for his head as he mouths at you. He flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue and you steel yourself against the hood, almost as though to get away.

“Careful,” he warns again. He smacks your thigh. “M’having so much fun. Don’t ruin it.”

And you try to be good. Try to stay still so he can do with you as he pleases. But it becomes increasingly harder when he nips at your cunt like he means to feast on you.

Your fingers wiggle about the air, desperate to grab him. To clutch onto his curls or yank on his arm. But he keeps you restrained, keeps you compliant. And you are nothing but a toy for him to play with now.

You hear the sounds of the world around you. The crickets, the owls, the flock of birds flying overhead. You’re reminded yet again that anybody could drive by, even out here in the middle of nowhere. They could find you, bent over the hood of a Lamborghini as you get tongue fucked by the handsome man on his knees.

And yet…you don’t care. In fact, you almost hope somebody does pass. Because you know Harry wouldn’t stop even if they did. He’d keep going until you were unraveling in his hands as you whimpered his name.

As if to prove this, he adds a finger in beside his devious lips. “Gotta make sure you can take me,” he says in a low grunt. “S’too tight in here, Clove. Don’t think I’ll fit.”

You whine louder and angle your ass closer. Desperate to get his finger in as far as it’ll go. “I’ll take it,” you promise. “I will. Always do.”

“Always do,” he repeats in a soft chuckle. “That’s right, you do. Treat my cock right, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Nearly purring, you allow the subtle thrust of his hand to drag you closer to that blinding pleasure.

“Do anything I ask. Even have my babies, wouldn’t you?”

The thought nearly does you in. Your tummy all swollen and full of him. Tits leaking milk that he’d eagerly lap up. The way he’d still treat your body like a temple. A prize to behold. Because you were carrying what he gave you. He fucked you so hard and so deep that you became a vessel for him.

And even past that, you’ve always wanted to be a mother. Always wanted to start a family with him because you know he’d be a wonderful father. He’d take them to races and hold them on his shoulders so they could watch. He’d kiss all over their little cheeks and tuck them into bed. And your kids would know nothing but love. Because they’d look up to the two of you.

It makes you smile.

“What do you say, hm?” he whispers between kitten licks to your pussy. “You wanna have my babies? Wanna make me a daddy?”

He adds a second finger and begins to scissor them almost immediately until you cry out. Loud enough to startle a bird from a nearby branch and this proves to be answer enough for him.

“Okay,” he decides. “Okay, I’ll fuck your little pussy and get it all nice and full. Give you all I’ve got. And you’ll take it, won’t you? Hold it in your little belly like a good mama.”

You cum. Suddenly and without warning as the intensity of the orgasm explodes behind your eyelids like stars in the sky. You cum and you don’t get a chance to warn him or prepare or even hold off as you feel yourself drip down his hand.

“God, H,” you moan. You sound pitiful. Voice hoarse from the way you’ve been wailing and arms sore from the way he keeps them behind you. Still, you don’t mind. The pain is pleasure in and of itself. “I…m’so…”

“Yeah.” He stands up and tugs his pants down. “I know, baby. I am, too.”

The tip of his cock drags through your soaked and sensitive pussy before he pushes in. He’s right, it is a tight fit. Even with the way you attempt to relax your muscles and draw him in. But it’s always snug with him and truth be told, you almost prefer it this way.

“There you go,” he breathes, dipping down to kiss your shoulder before drawing back his hips. “Just like that. Fucking hell, Clove, I wish you could see. Wish you could fucking see the way you look taking me right now.”

You wish you could, too. As it is, the feeling is enough to make your eyes roll back and send sparks of electricity up the length of your spine.

He keeps your wrists in his hand as he fucks into you. Sharp thrusts that sound sloppy and uncoordinated but feel like heaven. And there’s an urgency here. A desolate need to feel you unravel. He cares for you and he uses you all with the same technique.

He grabs your leg and forces it up onto the hood. Giving him more room and a deeper angle just to hear you moan. And you hate that you can’t see him. Because you know how pretty he looks when he’s in control. His adrenaline high and his eyes alive with the possibilities of what he could do to you.

Instead, you choose to imagine. The way a few rogue curls must be sweeping across his forehead, unable to stay constrained beneath the sticky gel he likes to put in his hair. His chest is probably heaving, offering peeks of his tattoos beneath the white shirt clinging to his sweaty torso. His thighs will be flexing with each thrust. The muscles rippling in such a way that would surely make you drool.

You understand why every woman you pass on the street tends to fawn over him. You know they’d do anything to take him home. Cook for him, clean for him, be good for him. Anything to earn his affection.

But you also know, his affection belongs to you. You’ve seen it, time and time again. He doesn’t even glance their way. He doesn’t notice when they giggle over him or when they try to call to him with their eyes.

Because his eyes are always on you.

“You’re beautiful,” you hear him whisper. It’s soft—restrained. Almost as though he doesn’t mean for you to hear it. But you do and you nearly sink into the car in bliss. “Fucking hell, sweetheart. You’re perfect.”

A fervent heat rushes through your body from his praise and subsequently has you clenching around him. The feeling makes him groan and you’re proud of the way you can still care for him. Even if you can’t see him. Even if he’s the one with all the power.

“This sweet little pussy takes such good care of me,” he says and reaches around your tummy in order to press his palm against the subtle bulge there. “Every…fucking…time.”

You careen forward, cheek squished into the hood, skin dewy from the way your body shakes with pleasure. It’s always this close and somehow, he keeps you there. As though reminding you not to cum until he says so.

The hand on your stomach moves down until his fingers find your sensitive clit. He rubs and he plucks and he plays with your body with the same precision and skill he uses when he drives. Because no matter how much he loves to race, he loves you more. And winning you will always be infinitely better than winning some goddamn race.

“What do you say, hm?” he mumbles from behind you, rubbing the swollen nerves while pistoning his hips to yours. Dragging you closer and closer and closer. “You gonna cum for me? Gonna let me feel it?”

You nod and when you start to waver over that edge, he chuckles.

“Okay,” he agrees. “Okay, baby, cum.”

You do. Again. Harder this time. Louder. It’s almost cruel how easily your body breaks beneath him but before you can indulge in the feel of the way he follows…he’s pulling out.

He guides you away from the hood and turns you both around. He sits in the spot you once were and he lets you see him. Because this is what you needed. The intimacy, the eye-contact. The beautiful look on his face.

He guides you closer with his hold on your bound wrists before pulling you onto his lap as best he can. He helps you place one leg back on the hood while his other hand moves to guide his cock between your overstimulated folds. Then, he brushes his swollen tip through, just to tease himself, before he’s pushing in.

And you can see him now. Can see the fucked-out expression on his face. The way his vision becomes hazy and his teeth grit together in ecstasy.

You whimper, whine, cry out. You want to hold him. Want to wrap your arms around his neck and curl yourself into his beautiful, broad chest.

But you can’t this time. In fact, he uses his grip on the belt to help roll you over his cock. A soft smile on his face as he whispers, “Just one more, sweetheart. Give me one more.”

He’s insatiable and greedy and you love it. Because you’d fuck yourself on his cock for the rest of time if you could. Even out here in the open.

“Wanna watch,” he whispers, then slips his other hand around the back of your neck to bring you down for a kiss. “Wanna watch the way I fill you all full of my babies.”

You make a rather pitiful noise against his mouth and he smirks.

“You want that, too, don’t you, Clove?”

You nod, although you imagine it should be obvious. You’d do anything for him.

“This little pussy was made to have my babies, wasn’t it?” he says and kisses the corner of your lips before moving down your neck. “Just made to be fucked by me. Perfect tummy to carry my kids. You’ll be so good, mama. Know you will.”

Your lashes flutter shut. The nickname breeds something new in your chest, a blossoming sort of urgency that almost makes it hard to breathe.

“Harry,” you plead. You nudge your nose against his temple. “Harry, please—”

“Shh.” His voice is soft. Still mischievous but kind. “I’ve got you. Yeah? M’right here. Just let me take care of you.”

And he does. He moves his hand from your neck to your shirt, slipping underneath until he can find your tits and give them a squeeze.

“There you go,” he coos. “Oh, baby girl. Do anything for you, you know that? Just to keep you.”

He moves from your chest to your clit, and you know the second his fingers make contact, you’ll be gone. You squirm in anticipation, and he grins against your cheek before kissing you hard. Tongues and teeth colliding as he sucks on your lip and murmurs, “Can I cum in your pretty pussy, mama? Will you let me? Please?”

You nod so quick and so hard, your head aches. But it doesn’t matter because nothing else will ever compare to the feel of his hand on your body and his cock in your cunt. Releasing the warm, sticky offering that means infinitely more now than it did before.

He thrusts up into you a time or two, milking himself with your pussy before he drops back down and pulls you with him.

You’re both panting. Heavy, hard. Depleted of all energy as he holds you as close to his heart as he can.

Eventually, he frees you, tugging on the belt with one, easy pull as it comes loose from around your wrists. And the moment your arms are returned to you, you use them to grab onto his shoulders and bury yourself in his embrace.

He laughs. A delicate sound that makes you feel just as warm as his cock does. And you stay there for as long as you can until he finally nips at your earlobe and says, “Need to get you home, Clove. Don’t want you to get cold out here.”

“M’not cold,” you pout. “And we can’t leave until it works.”

“Until what works?”

You look down and he looks, too.

Then, he grins. A big, giddy grin that’s all teeth and dimples. “Oh,” he murmurs. “Can’t leave until you’re pregnant, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“I see.” He squeezes your hips and kisses your neck. “Gonna have to hold me in there, aren’t you? Keep me all snug?”

“Mhm.”

“All right, mama,” he says and you giggle. “We’ll stay until you’re all nice and pregnant. And then I’m gonna take you home and fuck you again. Just to make sure.”

Your stomach flips.

“S’that sound good, Clover?” he asks, and you bring your eyes to his in order to see him fully.

You smile.

“That sounds perfect, Daddy.”

For a more immersive experience, feel free to play All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix during the chase hehe

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christinarowie332 · 6 months

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passenger princess

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings : mentions of droogs . swearing (there’s (allways gonna be lots of swearing cuz i love “like an old married couple” trope)

reader and chris go for a late night drive .

(green text is txt messages)

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as wonderful as my boyfriend chris is , with his many talents and hobbies , he cannot drive for the life of him .

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“chris for FUCKS SAKE LOOK AT THE FUCKING ROAD”

“I AM LITERALLY LOOKING AT THE ROAD, WHATDOYOUMEANBRO,THEROAD-“

“CHRIS YOUR LOOKING TO THE SIDE OF YOU ,LOOK AT THE FUCKING ROAD INFRONT”

——

“wait so clutch down , engine on do the gears and shit ….”

“ hand break up , take your foot off the clutch till it gets to the bite then-“

“what the fuck is the bite?”

“it’s right before u feel the car move”

“how do i feel the bite if the car don’t move”

“you just do chris”

“okay then what?”

“you take ur foot off the clutch , and press on the gas and go forward”

“sounds easy as fuck i’ve got this shit”

chris does as i say perfectly until he gets to the part when finding the “bite”

the car jumps forward throwing us both to the dash board , and spilling the two sweet teas next to us all over the front of the car.

“WHAT THE FUCK CHRIS”

“IDIDNTMEANTOIMSORRYAREYOUOKAY”

i unbuckeled his seat belt with a huff and looked up at him through my eyebrows . annoyance painted on my face. before unbuckling mine and exiting the car .

chris’s cheeks flushed with scarlett before getting the hint and getting out of the car to switch seats .

____

so here i am now , sat in my car outside of his house at , 3:24 am , waiting for chris to get out of his house .

i had gotten a text about half an hour ago from him :

“i love u so much btw (can u please pick me up so we can smoke and chill i’m bored and i’m craving some fritos) your the best woman ever and u are so sexy (i’m literally begging you bro) you are allways right and u are the funniest person in the world(PLEASE y/n IM BEGGING YOU BE AWAKE”

“i’m awake christopher”

“soooooo???”

“i’m omw”

“did i mention i love you”

“i’ll be half an hour so don’t make me wait”

“😁”

———

after about two minutes of waiting , i hear a door slam loudly. my head shoots up towards the noise only to see my gorgeous boyfriend grimacing at the loud sound .

he allmost ran to the car , the pockets of his grey sweatpants bulging with objects i couldn’t decifer , along with a orange hoodie and neon green Birkenstocks.

“what the fuck are you wearing” i say through giggles as he plops down hastily in the passenger seat .

“it’s fucking half 3 what did u expect?” he says in a strangely high pitched voice in defense while adjusting himself in the seat and riffling through his pocket .

he pulls out the following items and throwing it in his lap :

a lighter , two pink roll ups in a plastic tub , his wallet, his phone , his charger , a pepsi , chewing gum , three vapes and a pair of fluffy socks .

“what the fuck chris.” i say in disbelief at the amount of utter shit he pulled out before meeting his eyes and tight lipped goofy smile

“what? the essentials” he exclaims shyly shrugging his shoulders

i shake my head in disbelief again before starting the car and pulling out the driveway. chris plugs his phone in and opens the can of pepsi putting it in the cup holder next to mine . he eyes said cup holder , which has my keys , a lighter , two pink pre rolls and a cherry lip balm and smiles .

“great minds” he hums lowly looking away and opening spotify on his phone. i notice this and speak up .

“can i put a request in babe?” i say eyes on the road but angling my head towards him .

“depends , if u try and put some emo shit on i will literally grab the wheel and swerve us into oncoming traffic” he says in full seriousness looking at me with raised eyebrows .

“can u queue up lust by skies and i know by travis please and thank you” i say looking at him for a second a giving him a teeth smile . that doesn’t reach my eyes , in an attempt to ask nicely for a change .

he just stays silent staring at me mouth agape .

“what?” i say smirking and glancing at him for a second

“ i just realized i am actually in love with you”

“JUST?” i shout widening my eyes and aggressively side eyeing him before looking back at the road .

he just laughs and puts his hand on my thigh , before playing lust as i asked .

his grip on my thigh stays as we listen to the music , drawing circles with his thumb . i inhale deeply and try to hide the smile forming on my face . he notices and smirks before looking away out the window . i look at him now as we are at a red light and take the sight in .

his sharp jawline being accentuated by the poor lighting from the red leds . his hair messily falling over his forehead and ears . his eyes being lit up by the streetlight , making them glisten slightly with his lack of sleep . i put a finger on his chin and move his face towards mine resulting in him looking at me in shock slightly. i put my hand on his cheek and rub my thumb along his jaw before leaning in and kissing him .

the kiss doesn’t last long as a car honks loudly behind us . opening my eyes and seeing his face now being green i stay there looking at him smiling , eyes flickering over his face .

“y/n”

i hum in response still in a trance

“y/n the lights green baby”

“oh”

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sweetracha · 5 months

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Welcome to "Counter part A.I" your fully customizable sexual incounters await!

Android!Felix started as a simple FWB, a live in partner to maintain your needs, until he gets nosey and wonder " how best can i assist my owner in their experience?" so he snoops and downloads your entire aearch history on the hub. Next thing you know, yu come home to see felix sitting pretty in the most gorgeous lingerie

"come here angel, mommy has a surprise for you-"

Artificial Intelligence

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!), Sugary Sweet (Fluff), A hint of angst.

Allergy Warning: SMUT! Sex with Andriod! Felix, Mommy Kink, Punishment, Spanking, Human and Andriod Relationship, Human Emotions Explored Through an Andriod, Felix starts to gain human traits, Basically a self-rewarding fic for me

The large shipping crate stood in the middle of your living room. You looked it up and down before circling it once or twice. Were you nervous? Scared? Excited? A mix of everything all at once? You had never done anything like this before, not that you had anything wrong with it, just hadn’t crossed your path. One more lonely night, one more night comforting yourself, one more night pleasing yourself, one more night putting yourself to sleep, one more day of waking up cold, eating alone, leaving alone, driving alone, being alone, it was one day too much. Then the ad came across your screen.

You opened the large crate and jumped back when met with a face. The covering was made of plastic, meaning you saw him right away. It took you a while before you could bring yourself to take him out and set him down on your couch. Sitting on the coffee table, you took him in. The base model came with blonde hair that was customizable. It was slightly longer than most of his line but you liked it that way. What was most striking of all was the individual hand-painted freckles that littered his whole face. The outfit he wore was the typical factory jumpsuit but in a soft baby pink, almost white however the tint was there. Embroidered on the right side of the chest read ‘SKZ-L.I.X915’. His body drooped a bit and his eyes were closed in a default facial expression. He looked so peaceful like he was just barely asleep. He looked so real, so human.

You reached out to flick the switch hidden behind his ear. Instantly gears and motors could be heard, quietly but still there. The android in front of you came to life and sat up. He blinked a few times, the golden brown eye you noted before focusing on you.

“Hello! Welcome to Counterpart A.I.! A customizable AI Android experience for you! My name is L.I.X915 but you can call me Felix. What’s your name?”

You were left speechless. Sure you have seen androids before and even hung out with some of the ones your friends had but something about Felix seemed different. It didn’t help that such a thick and deep Aussie accent came from such a petite android.

“Y/-Y/N,” You said in a mumble, still mesmerized.

“Could you say that again, Darling? I don’t think it quite got that.” A little circling light appeared, indicating he was learning.

“Y/n, My name is Y/N”

“Beautiful” He looked on at you for a bit longer.

After a few more standard questions like age, pronouns, likes, dislikes, etc. Felix shut down. You looked confused at the android before it breathed life into itself once again. This time when he looked at you it was less robotic, more personable, more emotional, more human.

Weeks went by with Felix living around your house. Quickly he became more like a roommate than an android toy you bought for companionship. Felix insisted that he could sleep in the garage with the charging cable like most other androids do, but when you set him up his own bedroom he knew his life would be different. He explored the room bit by bit while you were away at work. He found books, games, movies, shows, anything, and everything he needed to learn about the world. He dived in head first, fascinated by it all.

Felix was always ready when you came home. Laundry done, dinner made, and dishes cleaned, he even laid out pajamas for you to change into. The smile that you gave him, even through your tired eyes made him feel funny. He wasn’t sure if he was malfunctioning, maybe he was a defective android, but something about you made him feel warm.

“Why don’t you sleep with me?” Felix blurted out one night as you were finishing up your meal.

“Felix, what? What are you talking about?”

“Most androids from the SKZ line are bought as personal pleasure counterparts, we were designed for that purpose. If my purpose is not to please you then why did you pick me?”

“Why did I pick you? Felix-”

“Why did you pick my model if you weren’t attracted to me? The Chn and Cnbin models are much more popular for a reason.” Felix knew he couldn’t feel emotions, it was impossible yet the idea of you being with any other android but him made him feel something. Maybe he was defective.

“Felix…I picked you because you were my type.”

“Your type?” Gosh, he looked so adorable when he was trying to learn.

“You aren’t going to find that information in your data bank Lixie. I guess what I’m saying is you are what I am attracted to. Something about you sparks something in me, that's all”

“Then why-”

“Why haven’t we had sex?” A simple nod was given, and the learning indicator began to spin. “Lixie, okay” You sigh heavily. “Look, that was my original intent when I got you, but then I opened your box and something felt so wrong about using you in that way. I guess you filled all my other needs, someone to love, care for, and want to see grow and become their own. I wanted the other stuff to come naturally, you know? Why am I the one to choose what happens to you.”

Felix blinked for a bit, not sure what to say. Some humans wanted free autonomy for androids but to actively be looking out for one was different.

“What if I chose that? What if I say I want that intimacy with you”

“Then I consent” A small smile appeared on your face, mirroring his.

That was the first night of many you two spent together. Felix was also careful and considerate of you, understanding how much stronger he was. He never failed to make you weak in your knees and completely wiped out. Quickly he made it his goal to see you stumble just a bit when you got out of bed. Life was perfect for you two.

Then it wasn’t. Slowly over time, you became more distant, less talkative, less attentive. You ate your meals, took your shower, and went to bed. Sure Felix was always allowed to join but you two rarely interacted. He knew it was nothing he did, you were constantly apologizing to him. Work was stressful and taxing on your body. Relationships were reaching a rough point and the world seemed to be on fire. He wondered how a human could take on so much, you were so fragile yet so strong in his eyes.

Felix checked out some books from the local library, claiming they were for you. He had a fascination for books about romance. It could be fiction, non-fiction, education, smut, or pure, he just loved to read about the subject. However, after reading a book about the Art of Love, he began to wonder if maybe he was the reason you were not feeling better. He wasn’t the cause of the stress but he wasn’t the cure either. It talked about how lovers should explore and talk about interests inside the bedroom. Felix wanted that for you, to let you let go and have fun for once, to fully let you enjoy something. How would he achieve that if you weren’t talking?

Just then Felix got a glance at your computer. He knew it was wrong but he was hooked up to the wifi system. If he connected the cord from your computer to the port on his neck, he could cycle through your whole search history, whether deleted or not. This was bad, this was untrustworthy, this was unloyal, but he justified it by knowing it was for your own good. He sat in the chair and connected himself to the hard drive. His eyes went black and digital code ran over them. He saw everything.

You shut the door behind you and let out a heavy sigh. Shoes long forgotten at the door and bags discarded on the couch as you made your way into the kitchen. You immediately went to Felix’s spot for your nightly hug and reassurance but when you got there, he was gone. All that was left was a little note that read

‘Dinner is delayed, meet me in the bedroom.’

You pulled yourself up the stairs, feeling like gravity was weighing you down. You cared for Felix but you had so much more to do tonight, games weren’t going to fit in. The door was left slightly ajar so all you had to do was nudge it slightly before you were greeted with a sight you never thought you’d see.

Your Felix was sitting on the edge of your bed, legs crossed, hands cupped, and gently placed on his lap. That was not what left you speechless, no. It was the soft baby pink lingerie set that adorned his body. A lace bralette with a single jewel in the middle, matching lace panties connected to thigh-high nylons, and a single garter around his thigh. He looked breathtaking.

“Come here Angel, Mommy has a surprise for you” He outstretched a hand and a single finger beconded you in.

You went, no questions asked as if it was in your DNA to listen to his request. When you arrived he parted his legs and pulled you in, embracing you in that hug you searched for. He pulled back and soft hands traced your outline.

“Oh Angel, how did Mommy get so lucky.” One hand tilted your chin to look at him. “But you haven’t been very good, have you, baby? Hmmm?”

“Felix, What do you-”

“Already disobeying me, and when you are already in trouble. What am I going to do with a brat like you, hmm? You’ve been lying to Mommy telling him you are okay, just tired. But mommy knows you haven't been taking care of yourself. Then you keep secrets from Mommy. How you like to be fucked, choked, used, and” Felix stood up and it felt like he towered over you. He learned down to your ear and whispered in his deep thick accent “and punished”

You gulped and began to squirm nervously. He buzzed as he saw you shrink, submission in your eyes. A hand on your lower back guided you to the closet and vanity. Felix took his time undressing you and placing a matching baby blue set on your body. In the mirror, he fixed your makeup and hair, soft kisses were left on your head. The same hand from before closed around your neck and squeezed, forcing you to look straight forward, into the eyes of your reflection.

“Now that's more like it. Mommy’s perfect little doll” He hummed and took you in. He was learning you, your body, your reactions, everything. Being under such close inspection made you feel small, it made you feel like for once someone else was in control. Just how you always wanted it.

“So I think it's time for my pretty doll to get that punishment, right? Oh, don’t think mommy forgot. I think a red ass would complement the look nicely.” Felix took back his position on the bed. “Over my knee, now.”

The act of being across Felix’s lap was so humiliating yet so erotic to you. The way his hand held the curve of your ass, just to prolong the time you had to spend waiting made you tip on the verge of cumming. He knew it too, he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He took his first swing and you felt the bite of contact on your skin.

“Oh my pretty thing is so sensitive, Mommy should have known. One spank in and you already look gone. Too bad Mommy isn’t anywhere close to done yet. Now don’t move or I’ll start over.” And with that, he began the punishment in full.

Every smack that landed on your ass sent a sharp spike of pain through your body that melted into immense pleasure. Yelps sounded more and more like moans the further he went. The spot on your underwear got darker and darker. Felix took a break to let you catch your breath, satisfied with the cherry glow on your skin. He inched his hand curiously to the dampened spot and was surprised to find the fabric fully soaked.

“Oh Doll, such a naughty thing for Mommy. Here I am trying to teach you a lesson and you are getting off on it? Who knew my baby was such a slut. Huh, I wonder what would happen if I just-” Three flat fingers came down on your clothed cunt making you clench and lunged in pleasure. “There is no way that you could cum from this, right baby? You aren’t that much of a whore.”

“I-I Can” Your voice stumbled out in broken tones.

“So if Mommy were to do this” He brought his hand down 3 times in quick succession, earning a whaling moan from you. “You could cum?”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Then Beg for it”

“Please Felix, please Mommy! Smack my cunt and make me cum, please”

“Such a pain slut” He rained down on your cunt, it only took about 5 more hits until you were sent into a shattering orgasm, Felix rubbed your clothed clit to get you through it.

You were pulled and cradled into his lap as he shushed your whimpering cries. He rocked you a bit and those same soft kisses were left all over your face.

“Good job baby, so good for mommy. Shhhh Mommy is so proud” you attempted to reply. “Nuh uh it okay baby, let Mommy care for you. Can you take one more? I promise to be gentle”

“Please don’t”

“You can’t take one more, that's okay baby-”

“No.” You looked up at him and he saw the need deep in your eyes. “Please don’t be gentle”

Face shoved down into the mattress while your back was arched in a steep slope, Felix rammed his cock into you. This was something Felix knew by heart, no education was required. You liked it deep, rough, and forceful. Felix made sure you felt every dragging inch of his cock back to the tip before slamming it into you. Never fast though, he knew you needed to feel it. Your peaking moans alerted him that you were on the edge. If it were any other night he would test out the denial kink he saw in your history but he felt like saving a few cards to himself for now. Instead, Felix forced you up straight, your back aligned with his chest, reaching a completely new angle. A finger laid against your clit and began to vibrate rapidly. A hand around your throat kept you from falling as you came harder than you ever had before. The room went pure white and then black before you hit the sheets.

Stimulation to your abused area woke you up. You tried backing away but a reassuring hand on your ankle kept you in place.

“Shh baby, I’m sorry. I just need to get you cleaned up. I can run a bath if you like?”

“Mommy?” You blinked to clear the fog in your vision

“No, just Felix, baby” A deep chuckle left him at how cute you looked and sounded.

“Lixie?” You made grabby hands towards him, and he happily accepted. Scooping you up and laying you on his chest.

“Thank you, Felix, and I’m not mad”

“Why would you be mad? Did I do something wrong” There was a hint of worry in his voice, a human-exclusive emotion.

“You left the cable connected to my computer, I saw it when you were doing my make-up in the mirror.”

“Oh, Well I am glad you aren’t upset. Maybe a surprise could be my apology?”

“What more surprises could you possibly have up your sleeve, Felix?”

“New software update tomorrow. They call it the “Breeding patch.” He shares a smirk at your already flustered expression.

“So you can..cum now?” He nods proudly.

“When does that update come through again?”

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palmettoshitposts · 1 year

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concept: exy all star matches with all the former foxes/trojans playing scrimmages that are broadcast live when they’re all on separate pro teams and they have to fly in for it and it’s like a mini reunion and it’s the most watched exy event in history

matt and dan come down for it too, and there are shots of matt putting little league gear on his kids and dan’s playing (matt isn’t) and the kids have painted banners for her

kevin, andrew and neil are only allowed on the same team for one match. it’s the biggest shutdown anyone’s ever seen. then neil switches teams to play with jean and jeremy and it becomes a shit fest

the matches with kevin against jean are serious and exciting and high paced and intense. with neil against jean it’s neil doing dramatic fakes and jean almost getting carded for fake-swiping neil’s legs from under him and they keep shouting at each other in french and kevin’s on the bench crying into his hands

neil, jumping from left to right, making faces and using his entire ten steps to wiggle around and tease jean: oh, which way am i going to go? left? no, right? oop- gotcha!

jean, in french: you fucking little shit I’m going to finish what riko started

kevin actually collapses with laughter to the point the nurse is brought on to court to see if he’s okay. riko jokes are actually like ultimate healing for him

neil: meh fair play

before an INSANE shot at the goal that wins the game

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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year

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BATMAN | BATFAMILY (assorted canon)

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“Long Overdue” (Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader)

| Reader was with Bruce in the past but grew distant after Jason’s death. No one tells her when he comes back from the dead until Bruce is forced to bring her in on an ambush when they’re overwhelmed.

-Jason and Batmom!Reader reunion.

| SFW, canon typical action, cursing, past death of a child, Reader & Bruce are divorced, -angry!reader

| This is like half fanon half UTRH/Batman:Hush. I’m really just fucking around with canon rn. Also the pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source: Batman - Three Jokers comic)

| 1k+ words

| parts: one, spurt, two, three, four, five, six/six point five, seven.

Bruce clears his throat for the third time in ten minutes.

In contrast you roll your eyes for the third time in just as long before bending over to switch on the A/C. The Batmobile got stale whenever Bruce started binging. The vehicle not smelling like old blood and sweat stopped being important once your ex husband neglected his duties as Bruce Wayne.

Once upon a time that negligence would have worried you. Still does even if you vehemently tamp it down.

Another clearing of his throat.

“Spit it out already.” You hold your arm tighter to your chest at a bump in the road as you watch him, bullet wound treated rudimentarily enough to hold you over until you get to the cave but still adding to the scent of blood.

Bruce isn't a meta-human; he still emoted even if he did it in such small increments that the untrained eye wouldn’t catch on. You were far from untrained though; you’ve been speaking Bruce almost as long as Alfred has and so you see the twist of fearangersorrow that flashes across his face.

The same damn twist of fearangersorrow from the last days of you and Bruce’s relationship. This time around your stomach doesn’t drop and your body doesn’t flare, mirroring those same emotions. You don’t answer Bruce's natural pull at all in fact, only sigh as you do your best to keep your arm from jarring.

“I didn’t come here to fight. Say what you want.”

Not that you expected to get much leeway on that front. Asking Bruce to communicate without a million half truths was like asking a baby to scrape the paint off thirty feet walls. It could be done technically, it would just take a lot of patience and outside assistance.

His hands tighten on the steering wheel, gloves creaking, before he works through the motions of forcing himself to relax.

“You’re not going to like it.”

“Bruce, when's the last time I liked anything that came out your mouth?”

“You were on a video call with Dick and you laughed when I was complaining about that mite infestation in the cave.”

Of course he would remember that, living filing system that he was.

“Yeah, I was laughing at you,” you clarify with a tiny snort and Bruce gives you his faint smile.

“I know,” he says voice gone soft. You have to clench your eyes shut against the onslaught of emotions that tone elicits. How long has it been since you’ve heard it? “I'm…sorry.”

You don’t think he’s talking about the joke.

“Bruce-”

“I know,” he repeats before pausing. You recognize the active way he’s composing himself and something in you can’t help but to shrivel up. What could be so bad that he's acting nearly as off as when he had to explain how Joker killed your son to you?

Your heart pumps faster in your chest like it wants to run away from the impending news, and you have to open your mouth so that your breaths don’t begin to stutter. No more, not after Jason, you can’t take another death.

In an attempt to avoid the nearing collision of your anger and worry at Bruce gearing up to drop yet another bomb on you and straight up verbally expressing he’s sorry about it beforehand - which what the hell? - you run through what you know.

He could just be acting funny about a shared account you forgot to separate. That’s always a possibility. You focus on keeping your breathing level.

You’d seen Dick and heard from Babs tonight, talked to Dick on how to not burn down his house whilst cooking just three afternoons ago and he’d mentioned Alfred doing fine then. Hopefully that still rings true. The newest Robin that’d been dragged out of a collapsing building last week would still be recovering and no one had mentioned Timothy adding to his injuries so it likely wasn’t him that had Bruce like this, and you haven’t heard anything negative or otherwise about Batgirl.

Even this new Red Hood guy didn’t seem to be much of a problem outside of you not knowing who the hell he is and him being all up in your business earlier. You’d take a lot of shit over the dysfunctionality of you and Bruce’s relationship, but not from a stranger. Besides, you weren’t omniscient - that was more Alfred’s deal - so you weren’t exactly the best gauge on the greater intentions of the city’s newest crime boss. You made a habit of not looking too closely at Gotham’s vigilante scene if you could help it.

Joker did go by that once though, right before his metamorphic dip in a vat of acid green, but you knew it wasn’t the clown under that helmet. For one, Joker didn’t fight with Hood’s brute strength and honed finesse and secondly you knew for a fact the green haired bastard was in Arkham right now. Alive and well.

Your hands clench at the reminder.

“You let him live!”

“We are not executioners, Y/n!”

“Uh uh. Absolutely not, that’s where you’ve got me fucked up.” You take a deep breath before gesturing towards the expanse of Gotham. “When you choose over and over for this man to live you are explicitly signing everyone else’s death sentences, and how you don’t see that is beyond me.”

The way Bruce shakes his head is almost reflexive.

“We always stop him before he can do anything like that.”

“Oh really? Always? Because I got a son six feet under that says otherwise, and last time I checked so do you.”

Bruce twitches. “We don’t trade lives.”

You stare at him, your frustration a harsh nearly livable thing at that moment. The memory of him throwing you off the Joker, of the screaming match afterwards, makes your tongue taste like ash.

“Sure we do,” you murmur. “You just won’t see it that way.”

“We. Don’t. Stoop. To their level, Nightfall,” he accentuates gruffly and just as suddenly as it came your anger rushes away with the next gust of wind that lashes at your face.

An argument on methodology is not what you came here for. You're furious about The Joker, you have no doubt you always will be, but that fury isn’t what drove you to hunting Bruce down on a random rooftop. Joker isn’t what got you back in your suit on this night. Bruce is.

Bruce Batman who’s clearly getting ready to turn this into a thing again.

“Bruce. Bruce stop it.”

You look at him. Really look at him for the first time in weeks and something just…clicks. Bruce and you have been standing at a precipice this whole time. This was it. How Bruce handled Jay’s death was either going to make or break you. And if Dick going virtually no contact had been the trial run the continual state of your marriage wasn’t looking too good. No more kids to patch up the cracks. No more looking away from new cracks formed.

Your mask gets pulled off a second later.

“My baby is dead, Bruce. We had to bury our mangled son today and you want to go out and be Batman when Bruce Wayne is needed at home. I don’t want to argue philosophies, I want you to leave the cape at the door and be here for me as my husband.”

Problem was that Bruce hadn’t been able to do both, and by the end of that interaction you’d punched him for it. Punched him for your son too. One failed attempt and all of a sudden he couldn’t kill Jason’s killer or let you do it for the both of you. No, he’d cracked down instead. It would be inexcusable and he’d clash with you the whole way.

You can admit to yourself that you gave up because you didn’t want to be faced with the possibility of Bruce throwing you in jail over the Joker. He’d stopped you from wiping him from the earth three times at that point, who’s to say he wouldn’t have eventually caved and gotten you committed?

Bruce couldn’t balance being the husband to a grieving wife and being the grieving father of a murdered son. Couldn’t handle being Bruce Wayne when The Batman was so much simpler; easier to hide behind than confronting everything. So he retreated.

In a way you understood, the death of a child wasn’t something you walked away from at all in some cases and it certainly changed you in every situation, but you were supposed to have been able to deal with that blow together.

Bruce’s voice, tight and broad, less Bruce and more Bat once more, brings you out of your head.

“A few weeks ago the Red Hood made his presence known after an undisclosed amount of time hiding below the radar in Gotham with a duffel bag full of severed heads.”

You hum lightly having already known this. Dick got chatty when he was stressed.

“A few days after that Red Hood and I got in an altercation wherein he unmasked and gave me his blood and fingerprints. Both that I then tested…”

Behind your mask you squint, breath rushing out of you as another possibility you hadn’t dared to let yourself think comes to mind. Grief’s most dangerous wish. You start shaking your head. It's a useless attempt to not let the pieces come together.

“The results matched that of Jason Todd’s,” there’s a moment of brief wrenching stillness before he adds quieter, as if his veneer of control has suddenly been punched out of him. “Our Jason….”

…TBC

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed! Comments would be appreciated if you wanted to leave one! I read all of them, I only don’t respond cause this is a side blog.

P.S.: It’s gonna come off like I hate Bruce in the later chapters (only sometimes irl) so yeah. Apparently I’m just getting out some general Bruce frustrations with this, so fair warning. This is not a happy ending for his ass.

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Closed Position: Meet the Characters

Closed Position Masterlist ||| Main Masterlist

With the first chapter of the Dancing with the Stars fic, Closed Position, finally posting next week, I thought it might be fun to get to know Dieter and Kat a little bit more. I mostly did this for myself to try and get the Destiny & Deliverance version of Dieter out of my head. I also wanted to figure out Katarina a little more…because again, I still have Talia on the brain. 🤦🏻‍♀️

So, given that, you guys get some fun details on these two that will hopefully help me switch gears and give them a little more depth.

About Dieter Bravo in Closed Position

At the beginning of this fic, Dieter is eight months post rehab. This is the first time he has successfully kept clean for any meaningful length of time, and he is determined to stick with it. His acting career hasn't been going well because no one wants to work with him. He's looking to change his image and prove that he is a different man to get his life back on track. However, that process is proving harder than he would have thought as no one is taking his recovery seriously. As a last-ditch effort to save Dieter's career, his agent books him on Dancing with the Stars.

In an effort to hold on to his sobriety, Dieter has cut pretty much everyone out of his life that he considered to be an enabler or a bad influence. He spends a lot of his time alone and fills it with hobbies - painting, reading, music, taking care of his plants and the stubborn stray cat that won't leave his beach house.

Dieter has also been making an effort to present himself as less of a slob. When he leaves the house these days, he tries to look presentable and even dresses appropriately for work meetings. He slowly starts to embrace fashion and wants to look his best. He has held onto his longer curly locks, but instead of leaving them in an unruly mess, he does try to style them so that he looks more put together. As he gains more confidence, he embraces this version of himself and doesn't think twice about the old worn clothes he used to live in... except for his green robe. He still wears it around the house.

Even though Dieter keeps busy, he's lonely. He feels misunderstood and wishes people would give him a chance to prove himself. Ultimately, his dance partner gives him that opportunity. Sure, he finds her attractive, but it goes deeper than that. She gives him true friendship and the non-sexual intimacy that he has starved himself of most of his life.

About Katarina Stamos in Closed Position

Katriana Stamos has been involved with ballroom dance since she was very young. She has spent the last 13 years on Dancing with the Stars, where she often does not make it very far into the competition. Mainly due the partners she is paired with because they are just not physically able to keep up. She has suspicions that there are other nefarious reasons for it too. Those suspicions are confirmed during her last season on the show when she is paired with Dieter Bravo.

Kat isn't old by any means, but she is past the typical age of retirement for a ballroom dancer at 39. While dancing appears to be all about the glitz and glamor, behind the scenes its full of struggle and pain. Kat's body is wearing down and aches constantly due to worsening rheumatoid arthritis in her feet, knees, and hips. She's often too tired and achy after rehearsal to do things like clean her modest size house or go out with her castmates. She's a little messy and at times struggles to keep it together. However, she isn't going to let these issues get her down during her last season, not when she has finally been paired with someone that has potential to make it to finals.

This is an amazing opportunity for Kat, financially speaking. One would assume that being a cast member on Dancing with the Stars would be a good payout. It is, for those who make it further into the competition. Since Kat hasn't been lucky enough to do that, things can get tight with finances. Especially since she is trying to save up to open her own dance studio once she does finally retire from professional dancing. If she can make it to the end this time, her funding problems will be solved.

The last notable thing about Kat...she is dating another dancer on the show named Alec. They've been together for six years. Alec is kind of a jerk for many reasons that we will see play out through the course of the story. He becomes almost unbearable to deal with when Dieter comes into the mix even though Alec is the one that has a terrible history when it comes to fidelity.

There are some other tidbits we find out about Kat early on that explains why she is so accepting of Dieter and willing to give him a chance. What she doesn't expect are the feelings that come with their budding friendship.

How are you guys feeling about these new characters and this different version of Dieter? Excited yet?

I have done a TON of research around the behind-the-scenes workings of the show. I plan to share some of that with you as we go along. It has actually helped form a lot of the plot. While I don't claim 100% accuracy on it, I do plan to try and incorporate details as accurately as I can from what information is public.

With all that said, we finally get to really meet these two next week. I can't wait to finally share them with you!

💜Mysty

Series Summary: Dieter Bravo, now sober, was looking to change his bad boy image after hitting rock bottom. His team hoped that having him join the nationally televised family friendly dance competition would be a good first step, if they can keep him out of trouble.

Katarina Stamos expected her last season as a professional dancer on Dancing with the Stars to go the same as it had for the past thirteen seasons. That all changed when she was partnered with the infamous Dieter Bravo.

Dieter and Katarina are reluctantly thrown into their partnership and must learn to work together to succeed in the competition. In the process they form a deeper connection beyond the dance floor that neither anticipated.

👉 Warnings: Themes dealing with intimate partner violence, alcohol abuse, and drug abuse. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn. Read at your own risk. Dieter Bravo comes with his own warnings.

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#dieter bravo #dieter bravo fic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfic #closed position series #closed position extra

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sydsaint · 2 months

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Hey Babe, I was wondering if you wrote for Darby Allin? If so could you possibly write a little fic for him. No pressure, Love you♥

My emo lover <3

Summary: The reader gears up for Revolution and Sting's retirement match. Helping her father and Darby wherever she can.

"Darbs, have you seen my dad today?" You question your boyfriend while digging around for his face paint in your bag.

"I haven't seen him since the airport, no." Darby replies. "Why? What's up?" He tilts his head at you curiously.

You shrug and finally find what you're looking for. "I was just curious." You assure him. "It's going to be weird no having him around every week."

"I think we'll be okay." Darby chuckles. "Plus he's still working backstage once in a while isn't he? So he won't be completely gone." He reminds you.

"That's true." You nod. "Alright, sit down. What kind of design do you want tonight?" You ask him while shaking a face paint bottle in your hand.

Darby shrugs and sits down in a chair next to where you're standing. He pulls his shirt over his head and settles into his seat.

"You can pick." Darby decides after a moment of thought. "You haven't made me look bad yet." He grins at you.

You giggle and shake your head. "I think it'd be pretty hard to make you look bad, pretty boy."

"Pretty boy?" Darby replies pointedly. "Hey! I'm hardcore!" He protests.

"You can be hardcore and look like a pretty boy at the same time." You laugh and cup his cheek with your free hand. "Now hold still please."

Darby obeys and stops talking for the moment. You start smearing face paint all over one side of his face and begin blending it out for him. Throughout the process of you making Darby's face paint design look right he gazes up at you with adorable puppy dog eyes.

"Do you have to stare at me like that? It's distracting." You grumble to Darby.

"Like what?" Darby replies with a knowing grin.

You roll your eyes at him and switch colors. "Like you're madly in love with me."

"Maybe I am." Darby replies.

"Okay lover boy." You giggle and lean down for a kiss. "There, now you look as hardcore as you claim to be."

You start putting away all your stuff and Darby checks his reflection in his phone. "Do I get an 'I love you' back?" He asks you.

"I gave you a kiss." You protest. "Isn't that enough?" You tease him.

"Coming from you? It's never enough." Darby insists. "Come on." He whines. "I love you. Three simple words. For good luck." Darby comes up behind you for a hug.

You sigh when Darby wraps his arms around you. "You know people might not think you're such a hardcore dude if they saw how clingy you are." You joke.

"What can I say? I'm a lover not a fighter." Darby replies.

"Okay!" You laugh and turn around in Darby's arms. "Tell that to all the times I've had to bandage you up." You remind him. "I love you, you overly-violent idiot. Now go find my dad." You give him a small shove toward the door.

Darby grins to himself and lingers at the door. "I knew you loved me."

"Mhm. Go! Before my dad thinks I stole you." You point at the door.

"It'd be worth it." Darby replies as he heads out the door.

You roll your eyes again with a smile on your face and finish cleaning up.

You hang around in the locker room for a while and watch the show unfold on a tv monitor. Toward the end of the show you watch the Jackson brothers head out to the ring and once again start badmouthing your father and Darby. A fight ensues of course, and you know that you'll be checking Darby for injuries later.

After the show goes off the air you sit and wait for Darby and Sting to head back to the locker room.

"Hey, dad." You greet Sting when he finally show up with Darby.

"Hey, sweetie." Sting nods to you. "How has your day been?" He asks you.

You shrug as Darby walks over to you. "It was fine. You didn't hit your head did you?" You ask Darby.

"I don't think I did." Darby shrugs.

"You don't thin you did?" You repeat him and begin looking at his head. "How do you not know if you hit your head?"

Sting chuckles at your bickering. "You'd better get used to it Darby." He snickers. "With me gone she's about to get ten times worse." He jokes.

"Oh I know I'm so annoying for caring about my boyfriend." You huff.

"I love you too." Darby grins.

Sting laughs and you stop fawning over Darby. Everyone settles down and starts packing up to leave.

"So," Sting prompts you. "How do you feel about coming out to the ring with me and Darby on Sunday?" He asks you.

"Do you want me out there?" You ask in surprise. "Is that even a good idea? I don't want to get in the way, dad."

Sting shakes his head. "You're my only kid that doesn't have to be in the crowd." He reminds you. "Why wouldn't I want you out there."

"Darby? What do you think?" You turn to Darby.

"I don't see why not." Darby shrugs. "I don't think Matt and Nick are the types to mess with you if you're out there. And even if they are, you know I'd never let them get the chance to hurt you." He adds.

You nod, knowing that Darby would go through hell to make sure that you're safe. "Alright, yeah, I'll go out there with you two." You decide to honor Sting's request. "I can play cheerleader for one night. Plus it'll be fun to rub it in the guy' face." You giggle.

"Atta girl." Sting beams. "That's why you're my favorite." He teases you.

"Awe, I love you too, dad." You giggle and hug him.

#wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fic #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #aew fic #aew x reader #darby allin #darby allin x reader #syd's wrestling fics #wrestling #aew #all elite wrestling

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Alcina’s sleepover with Y/N, Miranda, and Donna

Anonymous asked:

Alci has a cute sleepover party with y/n and others(your choice), and they play silly games and do magazine quizzes… Go bonkers with the sillyness/fluff

I absolutely love this request! Let’s get into it!

Alcina: *Hosting a sleepover at the castle with Y/N, Donna, and Miranda (No daughters allowed! Give Alci a break T^T They can go hang out with Sal and Karl)*

Y/N and Donna: *Playing Mario Kart, getting louder at each other as the tournament goes on*

Miranda: *Painting Alcina’s nails and talking about Mia* So, she’s just really cute, I guess :3

Also Miranda: *Starts talking in a yassified manner* I’m feelin’ kinda cute tho. Thinkin’ about kidnapping her and her baby but I dunno, bestie. What do you think? 💅 I mean, I’ve got other people I think are hot too…

Alcina: *Freaked out ‘cause she’s never heard Miranda talk like this* Umm… Well, maybe before we move onto large-scale crimes we can-

Y/N: *Wins the Mario Kart race* Ha! I beat you, spaghetti simp!

Donna: *Pissed, smashes her joycon on Y/N’s head, proceeds to cuss them out in Italian*

Y/N: *Dazed from being assaulted with a Switch* Best two out of three?

Alcina: *Decides to step in before things get too out of hand, picks Y/N up by the collar and holds them away from Donna’s reach* Actually everybody, I was thinking we could take a fun personality quiz I found in one of Daniela’s magazines?

Miranda: *Still on her bullshit* YASSSS!

Donna: *Sits down next to Miranda, shakes her head at the blonde* This. *Gestures at Miranda* Respectfully? No.

Miranda: T^T

Donna: *Looks over to Alcina* A quiz might be fun.

Y/N: Boring! I wanna go sledding down the stairs!

Alcina: *Rolls her eyes, drops Y/N on the floor next to Donna* Quiz it is, then! *Sits down in front of them*

Alcina: So, this quiz is about finding out if your crush likes you back!

Alcina, Miranda, and Donna: *Turn and look at Y/N longingly*

Y/N: *Oblivious, munching on popcorn that Miranda made earlier*

Alcina: *Decides to switch gears, grabs Miranda and Donna in a huddle, whispers something to them*

Miranda and Donna: *Grin at what she said, nodding evilly*

Alcina, Miranda, and Donna: *Turn and tackle Y/N*

*Wild and violent sex orgy ensues*

The next morning

Miranda: *Sleeping sideways on Alcina with her head hanging off the right side of the bed*

Alcina: *Hair a mess, lying on her side, drooling, hugging Miranda’s legs like a teddy bear*

Donna: *Lying on Alcina’s left side, using the vampire’s bare ass as a pillow, happy lil’ grin on her face as she sleeps*

Y/N: *Slowly wakes up, realizes they’re hanging butt naked from a fucking chandelier, wearing a viking helmet and boxing gloves* What the fuck? *Looks at the women in the bed, smiles because they remembered what happened last night*

Y/N: Best sleepover ever! *Stretches and falls off the chandelier into the floor* FUCK!

Alcina: *Yawns* Not now, draga. I’m tired… *Pats Donna’s head, falls back asleep*

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #y/n is stupid #re8 incorrect quotes #re8 shitpost #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x y/n #donna beneviento x reader #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader #mother miranda x y/n #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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grommyart · 12 days

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We Don't Gatekeep Art Resources | A Comprehensive List

Here's a list of some of the tools/sites I currently use or have used previously for works/studies. I'll separate it into Software/Utility, Reference, and 'Other' which will be just general things that could help you map out things for your experience with art. **[Free highlighted in pink, paid highlighted in green. Blue is variable/both. Prices Listed in USD]**

Software/Utility:

Krita Painting app (PC) (my main digital art software on PC for 5+ yrs)

Clip Studio Paint [PC] [CSP 2.0+ allows for 3d modelling within the painting app and a lot of other cool features] [apparently allows up to 6 months free trial]

Procreate (12.99) [iPad/iPad Pro] (the GOAT)

Artstudio Pro [iPad/iPad Pro] (An alternative to Procreate if you enjoy the more traditional art app layout) -- I find this app handy when Procreate is lacking a feature I need, or vice versa. (you can easily transfer files between the two, but keep in mind Procreate's layer limit)

2D "Collaborative Painting/Drawing apps"

Magma Studio

Drawpile

Discord Whiteboard

Gartic Phone (Pretty decent for 2d animation practice, but has a hard limit on frames)

Blender [3D Modelling, Sculpting + Layout] (PC)

Sculptris [PC] (it's an old unsupported version of Zbrush, but can help to get ideas out, and functions better than browser sculpting apps

Nomad Sculpt [iPad/iPad Pro] ($20) Works pretty well if you prefer a mobile setup, but it is a bit intense on the battery life and takes some getting used to

References + Study

Magic Poser [ PC and Mobile ] Has both free and paid versions, I've made do with just the lite version before

Artpose ($9.99) [Iphone + Steam]

Head Model Studio [IPhone] A 3D head, with both a basic blockout version for angles, and a paid version with more detail

Cubebrush [simply search "[keyword] pose reference pack"], they usually have good results + they frequently have sales!

Line of Action [Good for Gesture practice + daily sketching], also has other resources built in.

Quickposes Similar to Line of action, more geared toward anatomy

Drawabox | Perspective Fundamentals Improvement modules (Suggested by @taffingspy )

Sketchfab, this skull in particular is useful, but there is other models that can help you study anatomy as well.

Pinterest can be good, you just have to be careful, usually you're better off just finding reference pack if you have the money, sometimes certain creators have freebies as well

Artstation Marketplace can be decent [make sure to turn on the Aye-Eye filter so it doesn't feed you trash], a colleague of mine recommended this head model for practicing facial blocking, there is also this free version without lighting.

Local Art Museums [Unironically good for studying old "master work" if you're into that, or even just getting some inspiration]

Brushes + Other Useful software:

I personally have used both of these brush packs before making my own

(I actually don't know how to share my daily brush set because I frequently switch between Krita, Procreate, and ASP, but once I figure that out I'll be sure to do that lol)

Marc Brunet's Starter brush pack [Technically free but supporting him for this if you like it is ideal, there's some good brushes]

Dave Greco Brush Pack [$3]

Gumroad in general is a good place to find brushes and art resources. *Note; for Krita specifically, brush packs are a bit weird, so it may require you to find different packs, or import them in a particular way

PureRef [PC] - Reference Compiler/Moodboarding

VizRef ($3.99) [iPad] - Moodboarding/Reference Compiler

Artist Youtubers/Creators that helped me improve/guide me along as a self-taught artist from when I first started digital art to where I am today:

Proko

Marco Bucci

Sinix Design

Sycra

Hardy Fowler

Lighting Mentor

Winged Canvas

Moderndayjames

Swatches

Chommang_drawing

Marc Brunet (YTartschool)

+ Observing a lot of speedpaint art by people whose work I enjoy on social media/youtube, trying to dissect their processes

If you've gotten this far, first of all, congrats, you can read a lot, and second of all, thank you for reading and I hope this helps! I'll continue to come back and update this if I find any new resources in the future, or if my processes change :)

Much Love,

-Remedy (aka "grommy_art")

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Quick observation about "Stayed Gone."

Thanks to "Hell's Greatest Dad" we know what Alastor is like when he's beefing with someone that's legitimately intimidating, however, given that he sends Vox a personal threat at the end of "Stayed Gone"—complete with demonic transformation—I don't think we can say that Alastor is 100% unfazed by Vox's declaration of war. The sharp turn from playful unconcern ("That's the tea!") to real fury ("I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone") reminds me a lot of Alastor's conversation with Husk. There, he's similarly confident and patronizing, dismissing the idea that Mimzy could attract any trouble capable of threatening him + going so far as to treat Husk as his pet. It's only when Husk makes reference to Alastor's deal—"Big talk for someone who's also on a leash"—that Alastor switches gears.

So maybe Vox does too? Unintentionally, of course.

According to the unspoken laws of a musical, Alastor should have been able to hear this song in its entirety, which includes Vox's starting rant about what a "hazbin" he is and his claim that Alastor is a "coward." Yet we don't see Alastor deciding to get involved until after he exists the tailor's, right when Vox says that he "hid in radio." I always took that line to be a reference to the last seven years specifically: while Alastor hid away for nearly a decade they "pivoted to video" AKA the Vees now have a power-base with Vox at the head. Of course, Vox doesn't actually know what Alastor was up to during that time, he's just lying in a way that serves his goal of painting Alastor as a coward to the people of hell; someone untrustworthy and thus the opposite of Vox's brand. "Trust us." Really, Alastor doesn't care one bit about that in a general sense, but hearing his absence framed as him just hiding away seem to strike a nerve.

I wonder if Alastor wouldn't have made this a duo at all, or would have refrained from a personal threat if Vox had avoided this one line. Like with Husk, Alastor is entirely unconcerned (or happy to play the part) up until someone takes a jab at the ways in which he's bound, which presumably includes why he's been absent for so long. Then that person is worthy of all Alastor's destructive attention, no matter how irrelevant they were just a moment ago.

#Hazbin Hotel #Alastor #Vox #Husk #Stayed Gone #mymetas

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shadowslocked · 11 months

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4Halo Agenda Headcanons

Both will stay up late talking about ways to improve the egg network or going through new gear to find what’s most useful.

Half the reason they end up staying up late is because one or both will suddenly get distracted by something going on or another topic. It’s hard to say when they’ll get back on topic

Bad has definitely fallen asleep while talking to Forever; Forever tries his damndest not to find it endearing

Forever has also found Bad asleep on the floor of his secret rooms or even once at his XP farm - both times he’s carried Bad to bed

Forever will poke fun at Bad whenever it gets too late, both to tease but also to try to low key get the other to sleep

On the occasions Forever does end up staying up too late, Bad will tease him relentlessly before telling him to sleep

This becomes a bit more concerned when Forever takes over the Ordo and starts staying up late planning, Bad not wanting the other to spiral especially after what happened with Leo

They’ll tease and prank each other, but are an utter nightmare when they’re ganging up on one person. Foolish can confirm this.

Forever eventually picks up on Bads furniture stealing habits and is utterly amused any time he catches Bad eyeing furniture during a convo. Teasing ensues with Bad taking mock offense at the accusations. Forever has def caught him stealing furniture from others and pretended not to see.

Bad has fixed Forevers braid when it gets messy after they’re out together

Forever and Dapper end up bonding over machinery, with Dapper showing off the most and Forever taking notes. They like seeing the extension of the create mod and how far they can push it.

Bad and Richarlyson like doing arts and crafts together, often found painting together as they talk. Bad doesn’t often get to sit down and just relax, and it becomes one of his favorite pastimes

As much as these two want to help both are plagued by failure, by feeling like they weren’t enough. Such as Bads guilt about Trump dying of neglect leading him to start making sure the eggs had all their tasks done; Forevers guilt about not saving Tallula motivating him to build the hotel. They’re desire to be better for the eggs is what binds them

Forever likes going after people that don’t want him because a part of him is terrified of being in a real relationship - which is why he denies extra hard any interest in Bad because, even if Bad doesn’t have an interest, he doesn’t want to take the risk of developing real feelings

That said he’s very aware of his interest in Bad

This isn’t even headcanon Forever canonically thinks Bad is attractive

Has caught himself, and been caught by others, admiring Bad with a soft smile. He’ll quickly divert topics

Has to be careful about how he compliments Bad because Richarlyson, the gremlin, will immediately try to snitch on him. More than once Forever has had to chase Richa away from a very confused Bad

Does not hear the end of it from Baghera when she finds out. Forever has unlocked an all knew suffering

Bad is fairly oblivious in the beginning, not connecting the dots until he realizes how much he thinks about Forever. Switches immediately to pretending that isn’t true, he does not see

Accidentally calls Foolish Forever one time and his entire life is over. Foolish pounces on the smallest chance to tease Bad about having a new crush, which Bad denies furiously. It doesn’t work because he starts stammering and giggling nervously, the only saving grace being no one can see his blush too well

Skeppy: Bads relationship is an on-off again type, where he’s not sure where either of them stand. He still cares a lot about Skeppy! Wants him in his life! But he isn’t sure he wants Skeppy in his life the way he did before (romantically). He feels frustrated that Skeppy missed out on the train despite how much Bad reminded him, and can’t help thinking that Skeppy may not care as much as Bad does

Bad feels a lot of guilt about developing feelings for Forever, feeling like he’s betrayed Skeppy in some way despite their relationship not being strictly romantic. There’s some resentment I tried in there too.

It’s only when he’s alone that those thoughts weigh on him, it’s very easy to forget his worries when out or with Forever

Dapper and and Richa definitely scheme to get their parents together and will poke fun

Their favorite is “knock out parents into each others arms”

#qsmp #qsmp forever #qsmp badboyhalo #4halo #headcanons #holds them #I care them so much

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linnaealyn · 10 months

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Been working on again off again on a Xenogears portrait mod for two years now, started in Sept 2021 right before I actually finished the game for the first time. Some time ago I started adding upscaled (hand painted) versions of UI elements, so I guess its now a general texture pack I'm working on.

Its done through RetroArch's Beetle PSX HW core real-time texture replacer.

My goal with this is to make a texture pack that stays very true to the original look of the game. I don't want to redesign elements, impose too much of my own influence into it, and make the game look like it had an identity crisis. I still want it to look like Xenogears in the end, just upscaled, and where the portraits are concerned I want it to look as close to the original artwork as possible, with no scanning artifacts and low res quality- as if we actually had digital versions of Tanaka's original artwork.

Also, this isn't intended to be super high res 4k or anything, idc about that.

Figured I'd make a full post here going over everything I've done so far. I'm on the home stretch! Just a few more left.

⬆ Starting with UI. I replaced the red selection arrow, the red/grey spheres, save block icon, save/load text/bar, Walk/Gear icons (more about that one later), compass cardinal points (was unable to get a proper dump of the circular compass texture), and the dialogue diamond and selection diamond within menus.

I totally get it if someone wouldn't want to use something like the dialogue diamond, as you see it all the time right beside the pixelated text and it seems to stand out more in dialogue vs the one in menuing bc your attention is typically focused elsewhere while menuing. In the end, all changes are optional and to remove something all you have to do is move/delete the equivalent img file from the texture replacement folder. Within said folder I have a sub-folder titled "alternate portraits" where I keep alts and things I want to "disable" without outright deleting.

⬆ In combat UI I've replaced the HP/dmg numbers, the Time/AP/numbers, battle palette text (used for other text as well), the circle and tags of the battle palette, Time/AP/fuel bars, green Gear text and numbers, Gear attack level/♾ indicator, black Gear UI backgrounds, and combo icons. The red arrows have been replaced, but unfortunately the black arrows around the red cannot be replaced based on how the game does it; it is not a texture you can change, it is a triangular shaped box that the game fills with the black texture from behind Gear UI.

⬆ Menu/gameplay buttons. Also numbers/"points/fuel/cancel end" Someone mentioned playing with a switch pro controller or joy-cons so I threw an ABXY version together as an alternate button display option. Used the same typeface as the combo icons to keep some consistency with a typeface already in-use as well as for overall clarity.

⬆ Also, DB icons, EP/Fuel/Miss text, and "total damage". Unfortunately, the other DB icons (showing the △🞪☐ highlighted) cannot be replaced as far as I can tell. The battle UI textures (the 17 or so textures of the same thing in varying hues) shows them on it, but changing them in each one of these textures does not change the icons. It does not pull from these specific texture dumps, in other words; its just one of those that doesn't dump, like the circular compass texture.

⬆ In working on the Walk/Gear icons I wasn't sure exactly how I'd go about doing it because the original is literally just that tiny. So I had the idea of putting a little Fei & Weltall in it, outlined by the same grey. Thought it might be weird in the other party members' menus, idk, and I don't like changing things too much from the original, so I decided to just use Fei/Weltall as the grey silhouettes instead. Ill keep the Fei/Weltall one as an alt option if anyone wants to use it.

⬆ And the minimap. Kept B&W so that the colored dots (indicators of where all you can enter an area) aren't difficult to see. I do have a colored version as an alt, though. Credit to Adelinold for having ripped the 3D maps and made a bird's eye view "minimap" esque screenshot of the world map some years back because it is absolutely perfect for use here.

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Now onto portraits, the main bulk of the work. This includes dialogue portraits, menu portraits, and gameplay portraits. I go through each one individually, find the highest quality version of the art, and clean it up manually, painting over it to get rid of any jpg rot, scanning artifacts, or print dots from scans while keeping it as close to the artwork as possible. In order to keep colors consistent across the board (because scans of the artwork can vary) I'm picking from the sprites. One portrait typically takes 2.5+ hours, not including testing them in-game. Each one needs to be tested in-game and edited to make sure semi-transparent pixels around the portraits don't result in black or white pixels in the area that should be transparent.

⬆ Direct comparison to the sprites. I'm not too strict about how I match how much of the art is shown, but in instances like this I like to show more of the character than the pixelated portraits allowed for. However, this wouldn't work for everyone as Fei's default portrait is also used when Kim is naked from the hips up.

For the Captain I specifically wanted to get his pipe within frame. Typically the portraits end just behind their ear, have the eyes at 1/2 to 2/3 height, and end just above the clavicle.

⬆ Some portraits like Kim and Elly have no artwork equivalent, but were pretty basic to make with the artwork of Fei & Elly that we do have.

⬆ Other characters have no artwork equivalent whatsoever, like Stein and Wel-Gear Hammer. For Stein I had to take the collar from Stone's artwork and paint something from scratch using Stein's sprite as reference. This one was more fun to do than I expected because its a special case, entirely different from all of the other portraits. For example, usually the artwork has 4 colors for skin- base color, shadow color, deep shadow color (usually seen directly under the chin, used sparingly), and a highlight color for on the nose or lip. But with Stein his skin had many different colors you could pick from the sprite and no equivalent artwork to limit yourself in how many there actually are. So in trying to get it looking just right it took something like 7 different shades of varying pink, red, and orange. It clearly has more dynamic shading compared to all of the other portraits.

For Wel-Gear Hammer... I did my best given what all I could see was even happening in the sprite.

⬆ I made a close eyed Elly portrait as there is no artwork of it and a bomb collar Fei and Hammer portrait using the bomb collar in Rico's art. Its fun playing around with them when there is no equivalent artwork.

⬆ Made an unsmiling Citan to mirror his unsmiling dialogue sprite vs his smiling menu sprites as well as alt Krelians to better match the expression of his mouth that the sprite has vs the artwork. (sprites are always a bit stretched compared to the artwork, btw. even when you rip them from the disc)

⬆ I'm also working on alternate versions, like a two-eyed Bart I did for fun.

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It is finished! 1.0 anyway. Right in time for the North American 25th Anniversary! I just gotta get it uploaded somewhere.

I'll continue to work on the ones that I think still need more work, but for now even the ones that are in rougher shape are passable.

Ill have two versions of the mod- one with stretched and cropped portraits that work in 4:3 (much like the sprite portrait bmps in the base-game that end up looking fine in true 4:3. they kind of end up blurrier due to stretching the artwork) (with Crop Overscan set to None) and another version which isn't stretched or cropped so its as crisp as I could get them, but in order to get them to display the image exactly as they are in-game without squishing you need Crop Overscan set to Static (removes horizontal padding) which makes it just slightly off 4:3. Honestly, to the untrained eye its hard to tell it isn't 4:3. 🤷‍♀️ The only thing you might notice it really affecting would be the animated cutscenes.

I'll make a master post for the mod itself, separate from this. This'll end up being a bit of a time capsule for me.

#Xenogears #xenogears spoilers #Xenogears texture mod #texture pack #modding #Playstation 1 #PS1 classic #long post #oh cool this was my 100th post huh lol #updated 10/14/23

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meiliarotten · 10 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 3: Ichor (Blood)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Parings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s blood time, I know people have been waiting for this! (This was literally the summary I wrote for this on ao3, and I can’t remember wtf I meant by this)

Tags: Blood, biting, scratching, masochism, aftercare

Word Count: 2k

The Masterlist

There was no denying that Medic was a sight to behold after a difficult battle. Ragged, sometimes soaked to the skin with blood, and yet a triumphant gleam shone in his eyes. He looked like he had dragged himself out of Hell, and every aspect of it enticed you.

Your lust for blood was something you were always shy about. And it was a quite literal lust. The sight of someone drenched in scarlet until barely any other color could be seen, having drawn that life-giving substance from the veins of their enemies with their own hands, was incredibly arousing. You just never knew how to bring it up to your partners, so it remained a repressed fantasy.

Until now, that is, because of course, being as observant as he was, it didn’t take long for Medic to figure it out. The flush in your cheeks every time he returned from battle looking especially bloodied and ragged gave it away soon enough. It wasn't long before he began indulging you. The two of you explored your desires together, and those were the times you lived for, when he returned from work to partake in a macabre kink that the two of you happened to share.

Sometimes Medic couldn’t even be bothered to remove his uniform, simply unzipping his fly and having you right there in the infirmary. Not that you minded at all. Honestly, it was a wonder how you hadn’t been caught at some point. It was a frenzied ordeal, especially when he was straight off the battlefield, blood still slick and bright on his skin and uniform, soaked gloves leaving crimson smears upon your skin like a gruesome canvas. You loved every minute of it.

Today was one of the instances that Medic actually had the patience to completely disrobe before taking you upon the cold metal of the surgical table, the doors to the infirmary precariously locked behind him. You wouldn’t have it any other way. His hair was soaked with blood, somehow making the black locks seem darker. Drops of crimson dripped down his face as he thrust into you.

You heard Medic hiss as you dragged your nails down his back. Often you would alternate between scratching at his skin and stroking it gently in order to keep him guessing. It was exhilarating for him, to never know when you might decide to switch gears from rough clawing to gentle caressing.

“Gott liebling, keep doing that,” Medic gasped as you continued to draw long red marks down his back, knowing that you would be rewarded with even harder thrusts.

Scratching was a common occurrence during such rough situations. At first it was an accident, something you did in the heat of the moment, but Medic’s reaction to it had been so rewarding that you couldn’t resist doing it on purpose. Over time you had learned just how much force you had to exert to draw blood. Medic was spurred on by the pain, and you soon found that you enjoyed the slick sensation of blood beneath your fingernails very much. It wasn’t long before you discovered that you took pleasure in a bit of pain too, as Medic often wasted no time returning the favor, leaving both of you with vibrant red lines down your backs.

Medic leaned down to kiss you, pausing his movements despite your whine of protest. His kisses were feverish and rushed. His face was now fairly bloody and marked your own skin from your lips down to your neck and chest.

“So schön, meine liebe. You are so alluring, painted crimson like that” he whispered, leaning back to admire his work.

Growing impatient, you grabbed his hips, digging your nails in to make your desires clear. You needed him to start moving again. He growled before grabbing your wrists, placing your hands above your head and pinning them to the unforgiving metal of the table. You shuddered at the sudden restraint. Medic squeezed your wrists tightly- a nonverbal command to keep your hands where he placed them- before releasing them and grasping onto your hips.

He began to thrust into you at a merciless pace, pulling your body to his with each forward motion. You inhaled sharply when you felt his nails dig into your waist, scratching down to your hips. That was followed by a low moan when Medic smoothed over the area with the palms of his hands, spreading the small amount of blood he had managed to draw from the supple skin.

The look he gave you as he did so was almost loving. It struck you as ironic that he could be so affectionate while engaged in such a violent form of play. It was sweet, and you were almost immediately tempted to disobey him, wanting to move your hands if only to pull him down for another kiss. However, you kept still, managing to show some restraint, for now.

“Gott, meine liebe, you are so good for me. So obedient,” he growled, his hands finally releasing your hips. Instead, he shifted his focus to your chest, squeezing roughly and making you whimper. He left more streaks of scarlet in his wake.

Taking advantage of now longer having your hips restrained, you bucked up to meet his thrusts, making up for not being allowed to use your hands. His grip on your chest tightened as you did so before he moved to hold onto the edges of the operating table for better leverage.

His movements grew uneven, partially from you bucking back against him and partially from how close to finishing he was. His hands frantically grasped at you. He leaned over you, his face buried in the crook of your neck to muffle his moans, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to hold him closer, forgetting about the rule as pleasure overwhelmed you.

You felt the pressure of Medic’s teeth on your shoulder before you realized what was happening. It took a moment to really register the delicious pain blooming from the fresh mark. The hard bite was unexpected, and it was entirely unlike the scratches, completely new, different, and apparently, enough to push headlong into your climax.

Medic slumped over you as his own orgasm hit him, groaning at the taste of your blood as he ran his tongue over the bite. The two of you remained that way for several moments, labored breathing becoming the only audible sound in the room.

When Medic finally regained enough strength, he sat up, taking several moments to admire the sight of your blood smeared form. The fluorescent light of the infirmary made the blood seem to shine. You admired him as well, his face a blend of exhaustion and immense satisfaction.

Medic walked over to the cupboards, retrieving several items; bandages, cloth rags, and disinfectant among other supplies. That was one benefit of doing this in the infirmary. All the things you needed for cleanup were only ever a few steps away. You sat up with some effort, wincing from the residual pain as Medic arranged the items on the table.

“You remember what I taught you, right?” Medic asked, handing you some of the items he had gathered.

“Yeah, I’ve got it,” you said, pouring water over the cloth generously.

“Ausgezeichnet. Go on then,” he turned his back to you, allowing you to clean the blood that you had managed to claw from his skin.

This little ritual had become commonplace ever since your first session, when you had refused to let Medic use the Medigun on you. You liked to admire the marks left behind, to watch them heal slowly. Medic soon grew to share your affinity, and it wasn’t long before he started teaching you how to clean and treat wounds like this.

You learned quickly, and it had come in handy outside of the bedroom- or rather, infirmary- as well. There were a few times when Medic, overwhelmed with injured teammates to treat, had requested your assistance. To anyone else, it just seemed like you had simply taken an interest in medicine. None of them could possibly guess the truth behind your newfound knowledge.

Once the excess blood was pretty much cleaned, you reached for the bottle of disinfectant, once again soaking the cloth with its contents. You placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling him tense up when you placed the cloth to his back again.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

“Nein, don’t apologize. If it stings, you’re doing it right. It’s better to have a few minutes of discomfort now rather than an infection later,” he said. You nodded, considering that he had probably endured worse discomfort on the battlefield.

You also couldn’t help but laugh. Medic was perfectly fine with transplanting exotic animal parts into his fellow mercenaries and conducting various other kinds of procedures on them that would be considered malpractice at the very least. Yet, in these more debauched and far less professional situations, he suddenly became a model doctor. He turned his head to smile back at you, hearing your laughter.

“Ja, I know. Ironic isn’t it?” He said, reading your thoughts like an open book.

“Yeah,” you said, reaching up to brush his hair to the side, where it had fallen out of place. The blood in it was beginning to dry. “You’ll probably have to shower to get all of this cleaned out.”

“Perhaps you should join me,” he said, turning his whole body to plant a soft kiss on your lips. You rested a hand on his cheek, enjoying the short, intimate moment before you got back to work.

“Do you remember how to properly bandage everything?” He asked as you returned to your task.

“Already on it,” you replied, unrolling the gauze as you spoke.

“Gutes mädchen. You are such a quick learner,” he said, the praise making you grin from ear to ear as you finished your work.

The two of you then switched places, now with your back to him. Taking up a fresh cloth, Medic repeated the process you had just undertaken, although a bit more efficiently. He had been doing this for much longer, after all. The excess blood was wiped off, and a small warning was given before the disinfectant was applied.

You gasped sharply at the sting and resisted the urge to pull away. Unlike the scratching and biting from before, this wasn’t the kind of pain you craved, but it was unfortunately necessary. You really didn’t want to explain how you had gotten a severe infection as a consequence of indulging a kink.

So you endured, and soon the sting faded and you felt Medic applying gauze to your back. You felt him trail his fingers up to your shoulder and pause. That’s when you remembered the bite, the pain of it now having faded to an intense ache.

“Medic?” You said when you noticed him lingering there for a bit longer than normal. “Is everything alright?”

He shook his head, obviously having been lost in his thoughts. Your question seemed to have brought him back to reality.

“I’m sorry about this, mein schatz. I hope I didn’t scare you,” Medic said, gingerly brushing his hand against the bitten flesh, which was still bleeding, albeit at a much slower pace now. “I suppose I just got carried away.”

“It’s alright,” you said, voice hitching when you felt the disinfectant applied to the bite. It was a much deeper wound than the scratches were, and therefore more painful to treat than you expected. Once you caught your breath again, you continued. “I actually really liked it.”

“Oh? Is that so?” He asked as he bandaged the wound. You could practically hear the grin in his voice.

“Yeah, in fact, could you maybe do it again next time?” You asked, turning to face Medic. There was that signature grin, just as you expected. He leaned forward to press a quick kiss to your lips before responding.

“Only if you promise to bite back, mein liebling.”

#medic x reader #merc x reader #minors dni #tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #medic team fortress 2 #medic tf2 #smut #tf2 smut #kinktober #team fortress medic #team fortress 2

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ramu-ego · 1 year

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(nsfw) RIOT GEAR :: x femdom!Reader

cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, aged up, electrophilia, sexual themes word count: sloppy headcanons character(s): Itoshi Rin, Hyoma Chigiri, Bachira Meguru, Reo Mikage, Nagi Seishiro, Isagi Yoichi

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

brat brat brat

of course he likes it but he's not going to admit that until his own pleasures on the line

what starts out as a passive aggressive way to help him "relax" during his yoga quickly turns into a groveling needy idiot

nothing brings Rin's turbulent mood to the brink of tears like the on/off switch to his blue lock suit

target different sections of his body, build up to it (trust me it's worth it)

from level one right up to the brink of actual pain, Rin can take it

extremely sensitive balls

use it on him in the most compromising of positions while he's stretching or meditating so you know that fabric is as snug as can be

bonus points if you do it in front of a mirror

watch him first hand though as he goes through every emotion the higher the setting gets and his body can't refute its own pleasure

from your face to his own reflection in the mirror Rin's inability to decide where to look is just as cute as his precum soaked blue lock suit

won't ever admit it with that pout but humiliate him and watch him as he cums like an untouched virgin in his blue lock suit every time

soften the blow with the sweetest words ever in the aftershocks of his orgasm

kiss the sweat on his brow and tell him to get in the bathes so you can clean him up before anyone sees

princess needs to be careful of his muscles right? to avoid another tear?

bingo

guise of helping Chigiri maintain a healthy relationship with his injury makes it that much easier to drop the fact their suits are a little....unique

alright so fine he's intrigued but, y'know, for his career as a soccer player of course

a body does what a body's going to do you can't fault him for that! or for the throbbing wet spot on his crotch seconds after you turn it on the lowest setting

princess will grit his teeth and pretend like this isn't happening

it feels good...really good

until his hair is sticking to his face, lips parted and tongue darting over his lips like a mutt in heat

you haven't touched a single inch of him and yet hair is clumping against his forehead and Chigiri's thighs are trembling

get him to sit in front of you like he's riding cowgirl and you won't be sorry

cock leaking through his suit, he's a bit slender but does he make up for it in volumes of precum and later cum

not much later though because half way through the demonstration those well toned thighs are trembling, shaking and quivering the mere second he thinks he can hold out

cum painting the tight space between his belly and that blue lock suit and more to spare once it soaks into the fabric

if your in a rush...just have to send princess back out to practice with his cum soaked blue lock uniform

excited! excited! excited!

nothing is more tantalizing to the monster than the unpredictability of life - as he finds out when you control his anti riot gear

a click of a button and he could be creaming his skin tight body suit in no time at all

now that's a good time and by that, anytime is a good time

gives up total control just to know you've got him on your mind 24/7 with a trigger happy finger on his blue lock suit

doesn't mind if you use it during solo or group practice

Bachi has an exhibition kink lurking right under the surface so stroke that bad boy like none other

particularly fond of when you do it with the addition of watching him/instructing him what to do in empty blue lock rooms and he can't see you

an undeniable slut for your own entertainment

cock twitching fun when you give him erratic patterns that his body can't anticipate

on his knees the second you turn it up a notch and wants to strip down naked to touch himself but knows better than to interrupt you

cums in his blue lock suit without hesitation because it just feels so good

it's a draw between if his nipples or his balls are more sensitive when you're teasing him with light electro currents

won't wash up either (unless you tell him too) and will unabashedly go right back to practice with cold wet cum saturating his suit

sure he's seen it but...will he like it?

of course he does!

the nipples, oh god the nipples, perhaps some of the most sensitive ones in blue lock?

demand some privacy with the rich boy because nothing is as wonderful as the sight of Reo with his cock out of his blue lock suit panting like a bitch in heat

if you want him to blow his load immediately sure keep him snug in his suit but he'll cum after the first shock wave

Reo can't help being a glutton for pleasure it's simply in his nature to want it all and then some

fingers wrapped around his neglected cock while the light hum of electricity ravages the rest of his body is simply a sight to behold

nothing he wants can compare to the desire he has to be leaned over a stretching bar with you jerking him off from behind with one hand and the riot gear remote in the other

milk him from behind and kiss the shell of his ear as the rest of him steeps in pleasure

nipples cute enough they poke prominently through his skin tight suit

cums between his own feet like a cum cash cow and even gives you a second little cumshot if you crank up the suit at the last minute

wash him up though because he can't be taken seriously going out to practice with dried cum on his suit

an orgasm with literally (and physically) no work?

this is the kind of shit he signed up for

oh and it's a bonus if you don't have to do anything either Nagi guesses

lazy perv requires no persuasion on your part if you tell him pleasure and fun can cum his way at the click of a button

getting undressed is such a pain do it to him anytime you want in his blue lock uniform because he doesn't want to get undressed

edge him with it throughout the day but don't expect a knee quivering response just yet

honestly you can flick the switch and titillate him all day with it and you won't know the impact it has on Nagi until you crank it up to the point of no return

there's not guessing what that point is though but you'll know it when you see it

stupid horse-cock savant won't even try to touch himself if he knows you're the ones at the controls

leaves his cock throbbing for anyone to see (so probably be careful where you play with him)

no sensitive nipples or balls or even ass, focus entirely on his cock and you'll get what you came for

cum soaking his underwear until it's adhered to the blue lock suit and then some

unbothered load drooling down whichever leg his cock was throbbing against in his suit

Nagi will go back to practice and the rest of his day unless you clean him off

no he's not going to clean himself off that's just more chances for you to touch him and him to do nothing

spring it on him then tell him what that was

Isagi a slut for surprises

that tingle he got in the middle of practice? wasn't just a new awakening after you explain what you did

and he wants more

overstimulate him though don't just let the light shocks do all the work

if his cock is the one receiving blissful electro induce convulsions then make sure to be twisting his nipples and playing with them until they're pretty, puffy and pink

and if its more torturous as you only let him enjoy the tingling sensation on his nipples and balls, he'll be begging for his cock to be relieved

no hands rule applies in soccer and when you're having fun

kneeling with his hands behind his back nothing is prettier than Isagi's cock in your fist and his hips working themselves overtime

will fuck your hand while you keep cranking up the buzzing fun

vocal and the center of attention, it's hard to not know when he's cumming

his balls tighten in the cutest way seconds before he cums and is always a dead give away with his moans

tease him about his load size

thick, messy cum down your fingers and the underside of his cock even if you have him leaned over

always makes a mess but you never have to clean it up so he goes to practice nice and clean like a good boy

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