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tetzoro · 5 months ago

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LOVERS ROCK — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. zoro roronoa !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : zoro has a new outfit for your excursion to egghead island and it fits him a little too well . . .

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. thigh riding, dry humping, multiple orgasms, praise, zoro calls you pretty, — WC : 1.9k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : i figured posting this on hump day was fitting. enjoy ! dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ

zoro’s musk wraps around you as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. steel, sweat, blood, and the salt of the sea all wrapped into one. the scent of something dangerous that should leave you repulsed only draws you in more.

because you know better, you know what every inch of his body tastes like, how addicting it is when it melts on the tip of your tongue. can he blame you when you press your lips against the skin of his neck, humming approvingly as you steal another taste?

he lets out a groan that reverberates against your lips, one that has your kiss turning into something more vicious as you suck against the spot, leaving your mark for all the world to see.

“easy.” zoro’s voice is low, his fingers tightening against your hips. the heated make out session was quickly becoming more as your lips latched near the column of his throat, feeling his pulse quicken under your tender care.

“can’t. it’s this suit.” you reluctantly ease up, warm breath fanning over the agitated spot you proudly left behind. “looks so good on you, zo.”

“yeah?” zoro couldn’t help but feel a little smug at your reaction to it. “why didn’t you just say so?”

“was me rubbing up against you not a big enough hint that i found it hot?” you pull back, giving him a pointed look.

“how should i know?” his face heats up, singeing pink as he makes eye contact with you. “you act like this no matter what i do!”

“shut up.” you huff, looking away as your own cheeks become warm. “i do not.”

“yeah you do.” zoro’s hand found your chin, bringing your attention back to him. the blush that softly blooms upon his face dances along his cheeks as it spreads to his ears. “its cute.”

you open your mouth to retaliate once again but he beats you to it, using the opportunity to slot his greedy lips against yours as he pulls you in for another heated kiss. one that stole the breath from your lungs and replaced it with desire, a deep longing for his touch even though he was sitting right beneath you. you needed more.��

decidedly, you easily maneuver yourself from his lap to his thigh, the thick muscle sturdy as you straddle it. biting back a moan, you let out a soft strangled noise that slips into zoro’s awaiting mouth. electricity coursed through you both, a shift in the air that wraps around your shoulder, weighing you down to sink your core further against his toned thigh.

“couldn’t even wait for me to get out of the suit, huh?” zoro whispers against your kiss bitten lips, hands gripping your sides as he holds you in place. if he wasn’t so damned strong you’d have moved by now, given into your lecherous thoughts that heat up your core with unadulterated need.

zoro flexes his muscle, testing you and gauging your reaction. even though you were separated by the almost comically skin tight clothing, the pressure sent your eyes reeling to the back of your head. with a short chuckle, he unflexes and the intensity simmers, leaving you full of want.

“zoro,” you mewl out in frustration, the sound dangerously close to a whine. your fingers grip into the plushness of his coat, more than ready to use it as leverage as soon as you can move your hips. “what are you waiting for?”

slowly, zoro begins to rock your hips against him, a steady pace that feels different from normal — it was alarmingly easier. the fabric of the suit was so slick on its own that you could slide along it with no problem, no hiccups.

“just gonna ease you —“ zoro starts before you smack his hands away. enough was enough and he was going far too slow for your liking. he lets go, his smirk resting on his face as he holds his hands up in false surrender before moving them to rest on your thighs. “impatient, huh?”

ignoring his comment, you start moving your hips and just like you thought – you could gain a lot of speed. with a steady hold on his jacket, your hips behind to move on their own accord, not an ounce of hesitation as your clit deliciously runs along his flexed muscle.

“z-zoro,” you breathe out, head lolling back as you keep up the pace. zoro could feel how wet you were, your own suit didn’t leave much to the imagination either and the wet spot forming on his covered thigh was steadily growing.

“feel good?” he asked, beginning to continuously flex and unflex his thigh, the ridges catching along your clit and only making you spiral more.

“mhm.” you nod, already feeling the coil within you ready to snap. “so, so good zo.”

“filthy girl.” zoro kisses along your jaw, moving down your neck as your pace stutters. you could always tell your praise affected him, stirring something deep inside of him as the ghost of the smile seeping into your skin while he brushes his lips along your jugular. “if you keep this up, i’m gonna have to get a whole new suit.”

“can’t stop—“ you gasp out, breathy pants leaving your lips as you get closer to your high.

“then don’t.”

two words that had an unintentional ripple effect, your body moving without any forethought, driven by instinct and lust for the man smugly sitting under you, expertly watching you with lust-blown eyes as you take what you need.

each delicious drag along his thigh was sending electricity up your spine, the pleasure invading your brain and turning it into nothing more than a dull static, desperately chasing the high that you’re sure will bring you clarity once again.

distantly, you hear zoro muttering sinful praises, running his mouth in encouragement as you ascend to new heights. your center of gravity was dependent on him and the mind-numbingly corded muscles that make up his thigh. one wrong move and everything would tilt on its axis — you’re not sure if the thought excited you or not.

“shit, i’m gonna —!” you yelp out, your voice finally able to break through the steady moans and whimpers that were flowing out of your mouth like water.

“let go f’me, c’mon.” zoro gives your upper thigh a harsh squeeze and your body locks up under the searing touch. it was earth shattering, so much so that the lower half of your body stuttered against the slippery fabric, cries of his name tumbling from your lips. “atta girl.”

the praise messed with your mind even more, melting it into a puddle that zoro was destined to lap up like a dog on a rainy day. you squeeze your eyes shut as the after effects still course through your body, gripping onto his shoulders like the world depended on it.

after struggling to catch your breath for a moment, you slump against him a bit, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder. his palm soothingly runs along your back, easing you down and back to him, right where you belong.

“you good?” his low, gruff voice seeps into your skin and you only want to burrow deeper into the comfort of it. you make a small sound and reluctantly pull back, the look in his eye darkening. it was clear how much he wanted you.

“mhm.” you whisper, your palms running along the skin tight suit, agonizingly taking your time. your core still felt so gooey, like burning lava that was hot to the touch. each motion you take was lazy and uncoordinated until your fingers trailed along his covered abs that ripple in anticipation, making sure to outline each divot. “gonna take it off now?”

“takes too long to take the whole thing off. besides,” zoro’s breathing gets a bit heavier as your hand keeps moving lower to where he’s pulsing with need. there's a short pause before he roughly grabs you by your backside and lifts you up toward him, “can’t wait.”

moving over his covered length, the fabric was so thin you could feel him throb with need, each beat making your head spin more and more. zoro groans as you nestle in place, head tossing back at the sudden pressure. his hips jolt up to chase the thread of friction you tease him with, growing more impatient with every glide you take.

“cmon.” zoro grunts out, not wasting any more time as he takes control, moving your hips over him. you gasp as he thrusts against you, needily chasing his own high. “do what you did earlier.”

“now look at who the impatient one is. hmm?” you tease, grabbing onto his coat once again for leverage. but the need he felt transferred to you as soon as he let out another groan. mercifully, you give into his desire as you quickly match his pace, your arousal igniting throughout your body.

“shut up.” he barks with no bite. “you’re gonna make me cum in this thing.”

“isn’t that the point?” you tease, your tongue poking out along the shell of his ear, before your nose nudges along his earrings. “i want you to come for me, zoro.”

“fuck.” he gasps out, fingers harshly gripping your backside as he moves you quicker, the friction burning you both up, ready to consume you whole. with a curt slap to your ass, he gives his order. “keep going.”

and you do. moving along him as if you were really riding his cock just the way he likes, gliding over him as your clit throbs against his cock, the combined heat suffocating you both.

zoro tried to remain intact, but you could see him tearing at the seams, strings of his self control spiraling out of control as you do a number on him. pretty saliva covered lips parted with grunts steadily pouring out, face rosey and scrunched up in pleasure.

you move your hands to weave themselves in his hair, tugging harshly that forced a choked groan from him. through half lidded eyes, he looks back up at you with stars shining in his iris, twinkling with his love for you; a supernova waiting to explode.

“close for me?” you coo, watching as his mind goes blank, his grip tightening. “wanna watch you cum.”

“fuck—“ he head tosses back for a minute, steeling himself to outlast you as long as possible, but it was a lost cause. his next words grit through his teeth, his self restraint being heavily tested. “yeah, yeah i am. too fuckin’ pretty.”

“zo-.” you gasp, your second orgasm pooling in your core, ready to erupt as his compliment rushes down your body, tightening it up as it works its way down.

forever fated to be together, your pleasure merges into one — both of you hurdling over the edge. zoro cums with a grunt of your name before biting his lip so hard he almost draws blood.

there’s an inexplicable warmth that blooms between your thighs, a mix of your mess swirling with the warm cum that steadily flows out of his cock. the fabric that separates you is fully drenched with both of your arousal and the thought only drags out your pleasure.

“mmm.” you fully slump on him this time, curling into his body as yours turns boneless — nothing more than a heap of limbs with a heartbeat that beats to his name.

“happy now?” zoro breathes out, his chest still rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.

“mhm, so happy.” you purr, shutting your eyes.

“good because my suit is ruined.” zoro grumbles. as if he really cares. you let out a chuckle, your hand wandering along his biceps.

“that’s too bad.” you grip his puffy coat once again, pressing your lips to his ear, his earrings clinking together as you brush past them. “guess you’ll just have to take it off.”

thank you so much for reading ! ᰔ

#◟˚. ☁️ ⋆ daydreams.#zoro x reader #zoro roronoa smut #zoro smut #one piece smut #one piece x reader #op x reader #op smut #x reader

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rat-cannibal · 8 months ago

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can you do something like the VVVs love languages? like, how would they treat you?

(ima be 📱 anon :3)

tysm for the request!! i wont be doing valentino because he is Not My Cup Of Tea™ but i love this idea so much!

Vox's Love Language: Touch

this man absolutely LOVES to touch you

not necessarily in a sexual way (though he likes that too) but just in little ways

like holding your hand under the table while in a meeting

or having you sit on his lap while watching the extermination

at first, i feel like he'd be a bit shy about showing it

after all, you two just started dating, and he doesn't want to scare you off

but then you initiate physical contact and his brain starts to fry

You place your hand atop his, squeezing it gently. His hand is warm and calloused. Touching it sends a jolt of electricity through you, and you're not sure if it's prompted hy your feelings or his powers.

Glancing over at his face to gauge his reaction, you notice his screen has turned blue.

You frown. This is the first date, maybe he's not comfortable with touch?

As you move to remove your hand, though, he stops you, squeezing your hand firmly.

You look over and see his head turned, a slight blush on his screen.

assuming you're alright with PDA, vox would be all over that

always having a hand around your waist/shoulders in public

he wants to let people know you're his

not in a creepy way, you're your own person and he respects that, but he is really not a fan of the catcalls you sometimes recieve

so much so that he electrocuted a cat caller one time

nobody dares fuck with him, and hes going to make damn sure nobody dares fuck with you either

Velvette's Love Language - Gifts

we've seen velvettes powers and how she can materialize fashion out of nowhere

she would definitely make you an entire ass wardrobe full of new designs

even before you start dating, she'd always leave little presents for you

like penguin pebbling

maybe a ring that reminded her of you, or a bracelet, or a necklace

ok maybe she just likes seeing you wear her jewelry

but can you blame her? you look so cute in it

she'd make clothes specifically for you, too

You open your wardrobe to find that your usual attire has gone missing, only to be replaced by a plethora of new clothes.

Velvette had been complaining for a while that your clothing choices were too bland, but you never thought she'd do anything about it.

Everything she's made is completely tailored to your style.

As much as you want to be mad at her for messing with your stuff, you can't help the smile that spreads across your face.

You get dressed, eagerly awaiting Velvette's reaction when she sees you in her clothes.

and if you give her a present?

HOO BOY will she go wild.

over time she actually accumulates everything you give her and keeps it in her room, looking at it when you two can't hang out as a reminder of you

she knows it may look a little weird - shes practically built a shrine for you

but she doesnt want to lose anything you give her, she reasons

a reminder of your love for her being the first thing she sees in the morning and the last thing she sees at night is just a bonus

there you are!! my requests are wide open btw ^^

#hazbin fanfic #fanfic #hazbin hotel #ao3 writer #ao3feed #gn reader #lgbtqia #reader insert #fanfiction #vox x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette x reader #hazbin velvette

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nickeverdeen · 3 months ago

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nsfw

hi!! hope you’re doing well, i was wondering if you could write a viktor hargreeves x fem!reader imagine where he’s eating reader out for the first time (either reader’s first or viktors!) i can’t stop thinking abt it 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Guided by Love | Virgin Viktor Hargreeves x fem!reader

Pairing: Viktor Hargreeves x fem!reader

Warnings: Soft!dom Viktor, bottom!reader, reader talking Viktor through it, eating out, Viktor is virgin, accidental overstimulation

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The night had settled in, wrapping the world outside in a comforting blanket of quiet. Inside, the dim light of a bedside lamp cast a soft glow over the room. You and Viktor were tangled up together under the covers, lying close as you recounted the events of your day.

“…and then, to top it all off, the cashier tried to charge me twice for the same thing. I mean, I get it, people make mistakes, but after the day I had, I was just… done,” you said with a sigh, feeling the tension from the day begin to melt away as Viktor listened intently.

Viktor chuckled softly, his hand gently rubbing your back. “You really did have a day, didn’t you?”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. “Yeah, but it’s better now. Just being here with you makes everything else seem… small.”

Viktor’s expression softened, his heart swelling with affection for you. “I’m glad I can help,” he murmured, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

You closed your eyes, savoring the gentle contact. His kisses were always so sweet, so full of love. But tonight, there was something different in the way his lips lingered on your skin, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

Viktor’s kisses began to trail lower, moving from your forehead to your temple, down to your cheek, and then to the curve of your jaw. His hand slipped from your back to your waist, pulling you closer as he continued to explore your neck with soft, feather-light kisses.

You felt your breath catch in your throat, your body instinctively reacting to the shift in his touch. Viktor’s lips were warm and insistent as they found that sensitive spot on your neck, making you pause mid-sentence, your thoughts scattering in all directions.

“Viktor…” you whispered, your voice trailing off as his kisses grew more intimate, more purposeful. He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at you, gauging your reaction.

There was no need for words; the air between you crackled with unspoken understanding. You could see the nervous anticipation in Viktor’s eyes, the way his chest rose and fell with each measured breath. You reached up, threading your fingers through his hair, and pulled him back down to you, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that quickly deepened, the world outside fading away completely.

Viktor’s hands roamed over your body with a mixture of reverence and curiosity, his touch firm but still a bit tentative. You could feel the hesitance in his movements, the way he was learning and exploring every inch of you, and it only made you want him more.

His kisses moved from your mouth, trailing down your neck again, this time slower, more deliberate. Each kiss seemed to linger just a bit longer, his lips pressing into your skin with a growing hunger. When he reached the hollow of your throat, he paused, his breath warm against your skin as he hesitated for a moment.

You shifted beneath him, arching your back slightly to press closer to his touch. “Don’t stop,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please…”

That seemed to be all the encouragement Viktor needed. He continued his journey downward, his lips brushing over your collarbone, his hands sliding under your shirt to caress the soft skin of your sides. The feeling of his fingers against your bare skin sent a jolt of electricity through you, your heart pounding in your chest as the anticipation built.

Viktor sat up slightly, his hands finding the hem of your shirt. He looked at you, his expression a mix of desire and uncertainty. “Can I…?”

You nodded, lifting your arms to help him remove your shirt. Once it was off, he took a moment to simply look at you, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of your bare skin. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

His words sent a warmth spreading through you, and you reached out to pull him back down to you, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Viktor’s hands roamed over your body with more confidence now, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, the dip of your hips, before sliding up to cup your breasts.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his thumbs brushed over your nipples, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. Viktor seemed to be encouraged by your reaction, his touch growing bolder as he gently kneaded your breasts, his mouth trailing kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, and lower still.

When his lips finally closed around one of your nipples, your breath hitched, a wave of pleasure washing over you. Viktor’s tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, his lips sucking gently, drawing out soft gasps and moans from you. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs, the growing ache making you press your thighs together in an attempt to relieve the tension.

Viktor seemed to notice your need, his hand trailing down your body, over your stomach, until it reached the waistband of your pants. He paused, looking up at you for permission.

“Go ahead,” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

With your consent, Viktor slowly slid your pants down, leaving you in just your underwear. He could see the wetness already starting to soak through the fabric, and it sent a thrill of excitement through him. He wanted to please you, to make you feel as good as you made him feel, but there was still a part of him that was nervous, unsure if he would be able to do it right.

He moved down, settling himself between your thighs, his hands gently parting them to reveal the wetness that had soaked through your panties. He hesitated for just a moment before he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

You let out a soft moan, your body arching slightly as you felt the warmth of his breath against your most sensitive spot. Viktor’s kisses trailed closer and closer to your core, his hands gently pulling your panties down until you were fully exposed to him.

He looked up at you, his expression filled with a mix of desire and nervousness. “I… I’ve never done this before,” he admitted, his voice soft and unsure.

You reached down, gently cupping his cheek in your hand. “It’s okay,” you reassured him, your voice filled with affection. “I’ll guide you through it. Just go slow, and pay attention to how I react. You’ll do great.”

Viktor nodded, taking a deep breath before he leaned down, his lips brushing against your folds. The first touch of his tongue against your clit sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your breath catching in your throat. Viktor’s movements were slow and tentative at first, his tongue gently exploring your folds, his lips pressing soft kisses to your sensitive skin.

“Just like that,” you encouraged him, your voice trembling slightly as he continued to explore. “You’re doing so good…”

Viktor seemed to gain confidence from your praise, his movements becoming more sure as he focused on the sounds you were making, the way your body responded to his touch. He started to experiment, his tongue flicking over your clit, his lips sucking gently, his fingers brushing against your entrance.

When he slipped one finger inside you, you gasped, your hips bucking slightly at the sensation. Viktor paused, looking up at you with concern. “Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, your breath coming in short gasps. “No, it feels good… you can add another finger.”

Viktor did as you asked, slipping a second finger inside you, his movements slow and careful as he began to pump them in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue as he continued to suck and lick at your clit.

The pleasure was building inside you, the tension winding tighter and tighter with each passing moment. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation.

“I’m so close, Viktor,” you breathed, your voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

Viktor didn’t stop. He continued with steady, determined movements, his tongue and fingers working together to bring you closer and closer to your release. The sensation was almost overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and tension building within you until you were teetering on the edge.

And then, with a final flick of his tongue, you were pushed over the edge, your body tensing as a wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your back arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping your lips as you felt the release wash through you.

But Viktor, not fully understanding what was happening, didn’t stop. His tongue kept moving, and before you could fully recover, you felt another surge of pleasure building up again, even more intense this time. Your body trembled uncontrollably as he accidentally sent you into a state of overstimulation, the sensation so overwhelming that you almost couldn’t take it.

“Viktor… wait, I—” you gasped, trying to speak but finding it difficult as another orgasm tore through you, your body convulsing with the force of it. You barely managed to reach down and still his head, your body twitching as the sensations finally began to subside.

He pulled back immediately, concern etched on his face. “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to—are you okay?” he asked, his voice tinged with panic.

You were breathless, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to regain your composure. “I’m okay,” you assured him, managing a weak smile. “Just… give me a minute.”

Viktor’s eyes softened, and he reached out to gently wipe away the sweat from your forehead. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said, his voice filled with remorse.

“You didn’t hurt me,” you replied, cupping his face with your hand. “It just… felt really intense. But it was good, Viktor. You did amazing.”

A blush crept up Viktor’s cheeks at your praise, and he looked away shyly. “I’m glad,” he murmured, his lips curving into a small smile.

As you both settled back into the sheets, Viktor hesitated for a moment before asking, “Are you… going to teach me more?”

You chuckled softly, your body still tingling from the aftershocks. “If you want, we can continue,” you replied, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead. “But for now, let’s just rest.”

He nodded, a look of contentment on his face as he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you. “Thank you,” he whispered against your hair, his voice laced with genuine gratitude.

You smiled, closing your eyes as you nestled into his embrace. “There’s nothing to thank me for,” you murmured, already feeling yourself drifting off. “We’re learning together, Viktor.”

The two of you lay there in comfortable silence, the warmth of his body lulling you into a peaceful sleep. The night had been a series of firsts, but more importantly, it had been another step in building the deep, loving bond between you and Viktor.

And as you both drifted off to sleep, you knew that there would be many more nights like this to come—full of love, trust, and new experiences shared together.

#request #imagine #smut #the umbrella academy #viktor hargreeves x reader #viktor hargreeves #viktor hargreeves x fem!reader #viktor hargreeves smut

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dekustowel · 11 months ago

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[chapter 18: the one where they face the music]

summary: in which izuku midoriya, class 2A’s resident sweetheart, agrees to help you catch the eye of your crush, the infamously stoic, shoto todoroki. it should be easy enough, right? izuku is todoroki’s best friend and feelings aren’t that hard to catch. that might just be the problem.

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YOU ARE COMPLETELY HELPLESS.

And boy, oh boy, do you know it.

because only you could watch a boy walk into such a romantically decorated room, hand in hand with another girl, and still have your heart beat to the rhythm of every step he takes. only you could watch him tuck a stray hair behind her ear and still have your heart hammer against your chest at the idea of him doing that to you. and only you could watch as his emerald eyes scan the room subtly and delusionally think that he's looking for you.

there was probably a gaping hole on the side of your head, with the way your once boisterous friends stood quietly to your left, looking at you to gauge any negative reaction.

you weakly shoot a smile their way before gazing at the spectacle in front of you once more.

it doesn't take much for midoriya and camie to capture the attention of the whole room - izuku midoriya is gorgeous in his own right, he always has been - but tonight he is resplendent. black tuxes have always been known to make a man more attractive. sure, that was true. but as midoriya moves further into the room it became strikingly obvious not only to you, but to everyone else in the room, that the black tuxedo might've been made for him and him alone.

you slam your eyes shut tightly, knowing that if you stare at him any longer a pool of drool will drown you and everyone else in this auditorium. and your insurance definitely doesn't cover that.

you focus your attention on your friends and their dates standing next to you, turning your back to your crush and his date, ignoring the sinking feeling pooling in the pit of your stomach.

"now i feel insecure. babe, we should leave early and change into our jammies." kirishima mumbled, pulling at the points of his hair, and avoiding eye-contact.

"babe, you look great, stop it." she assures him, stopping his nervous tick it's tracks, and soothingly rubbing his back.

"i will admit he's better looking than anyone gives him credit for - dare i say, he's underrated." kaminari pipes up, earning a nod in agreeance from his girlfriend.

"babbeeee, you weren't supposed to agree." kaminari whines, earning and eyeroll from jirou.

"you feeling okay, y/n?" your best friend asks, causing your laughter at your electric friend to die in your throat, a look of concern pressed against his features. sero's date, a nice guy from general studies you'd met previously, shares the same look. clearly, sero has clued him in.

"mhm. i'm doing swell." you hum, as an itch crawls up the side of your arms.

was the room always this loud?

"are you even listening to me?"

no.

no you weren't.

that was a hard thing to do when the mumblings and giggles of the nearby groups of girls were reverberating in your ears at unsafe decibels.

it's not easy to ignore the sound of his laugh or see his perfect smile and look away, but you do it. you do it because you have to.

but for whatever reason it's damn near impossible to tune out the strangers who would've never given him the time of day otherwise talking about him.

"damn, i should've dm-ed him when i had the chance. he's hot."

"is the girl he came with his girlfriend? fuck, does she even know how lucky she is?"

"the things i would do to see that tux on the floor of my r-"

tune it out. tune it out. tune it out.

the longer you listen, the more enraged you'll become, and you have absolutely no right to be enraged. you're not his girlfriend. you're not anyone. you're not camie. you're not camie.

a calloused hand places itself on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. your date stands next to you, a blank expression on his features, as he stares past you and over at the dazzling couple behind you.

you glance over your shoulder, watching as camie places a shy hand on midoriya's bicep, leaning into him as they greet his friends. she looks absolutely stunning, a little uncomfortable, but beautiful all the same. then again, you can't name a time she didn't.

why couldn't you have driven a less attractive woman into the arms of the man you love? it would have at least made you feel a little better about yourself.

"you need a drink," katsuki mumbles beside you, slicing your intense thoughts in half. he'd always been good at that, snapping you back into reality. you'd almost forgotten he was there because of how quiet he's been since you arrived. despite claiming that you would immediately part ways upon arrival, he hadn't left your side once since the night began.

you turned your attention to the typically-aggravated blonde standing closely beside you, as the light hand on your shoulder begins to steer you away from your anxieties in human form and to something less daunting: the snack bar.

"have you ever liked someone so much that you didn't care if they liked you back? you just cared if they were happy?" you asked a few minutes later, after tucking into one of the mini cupcakes they had on display.

"no, but it seems to be a common thing that you idiots feel," he responds honestly, handing you a cup of fruit punch.

"is this spiked?"

"drink it."

you do. it's fucking horrible.

"do you think it's a bad thing to feel?" you ask.

"i think it's neither here or nor there, it seems to be something you people with overly big hearts feel," your date responds, "i cannot imagine telling the person i like to be with someone else just because i want them to be happy. be happy with me or be single - that's how i feel about the whole thing."

"that's awful, kats."

"no, that's fighting for what you want. something you haven't even tried to do. you heard there was competition and gave up before you even tried. you don't even really know how deku feels." he retorted.

"of course, i do! i mean look at who he came with." you shift your head slightly in the direction you knew camie and midoriya were standing, still unable to look at them.

bakugou shakes his head, convinced that you have got to be the most daft person in this auditorium right now, "you are helpless."

you laugh at that.

"listen, you could stand here sulking all night, and fuck, i'd let you, i don't give that much of a shit," he continues, "but this stupid dance has been at the forefront of everyone's mind, and it would be great if i didn't have to hear you bitching and moaning about how you didn't have a good time tomorrow morning."

a mischievous, yet genuine smile creeps up your face as you extend your hand out to the blonde in front of you, "that was a roundabout way of asking me to dance, katsu."

"shut up."

IZUKU MIDORIYA IS THE DUMBEST MAN ALIVE. yes, that may sound like a bold claim coming from a place of regret and self-pity, and lord knows that may be true - but what if i told you it was the full unadulterated truth? that he truly was the most incompetent person in the room he was in?

would you believe me?

honestly, it wouldn't matter if you didn't.

because he believes it.

he believes it for me, you, and everyone else within a thousand-mile radius. he believes it from the top of his head all the way down to the tips of his toes. he believes it so much you can visibly see him shaking with anger at his position at the snack bar.

he doesn't even really remember how he got here. from the moment he stepped out of the 4-kilometer limo, his entire night so far has been blurring together.

he remembers helping camie out of the limo, he remembers entering the auditorium, and he remembers the whispers. but he does not remember seeing you.

for a moment he believes that you've decided to stay home. for a moment he is convinced he can leave this dance early and go and talk to you at your dorm a day early.

but that's not the case.

god, he wishes that were the case because now he has to stand here, against the back wall of the dancefloor, and watch you dazzle the room as you switch between dance partners captivating every person who your hands meet.

izuku midoriya is the dumbest man in the world today because he hurt you yesterday, and there is nothing he can do about it until tomorrow.

so he has to fill his night with playing the wallflower role, watching you from a safe distance. not that he could get any closer if he wanted to. sero's been watching him since the night began and there was almost no way in hell that midoriya was getting to you without going through him first.

he watched wordlessly as bakugou, his nemesis, best friend, and the other things in between, entered the rotation. he twirled you up in the air, the most angelic giggles escaping from your lips, cries of laughter between pleas of mercy.

izuku wonders about the last time that smile was directed at him. he also wonders how discreetly he can activate one-for-all before bakugou notices and attacks him first.

it's been a long time since midoriya felt an ounce of jealousy toward his childhood friend. i mean, you live 14 years in a man's shadow and you think that's the most resentment you can feel towards him.

how shocking it must be to realize that years of childhood trauma don't even hold a candle to what he's feeling right now?

midoriya threw his head back downing the last of his overly sweet, potentially-spiked punch.

"drowning yourself in gross drinks doesn't help by the way," an unexpected voice called from beside him. izuku glanced over only to be met with the side profile of his good friend, ochaco.

she leaned against the wall cooly, bopping her head to the pop music playing, "have you spoken to her yet?"

"i haven't. sero's been playing guard dog all night," the freckled teen commented, reaching to pour himself another drink before his hand was swatted away by his friend.

"you gonna confess?"

"i mean in a normal circumstance you would. but i don't even have real confirmation that she likes me. i only have context clues, and todoroki's cryptic ass texts."

"you need more than that?"

"hearing her say it would be nice because the googly eyes she's making at kacchan right now aren't helping my confidence much." midoriya laughed drily, resting his face in his palms, "it also doesn't help that she thinks I have feelings for someone else."

"you've both really made a mess of things." she comments bluntly.

"thank you, that's helpful."

it's silent for a few moments after that, causing midoriya to turn his head and look at his friend. she appears contemplative with her furrowed eyebrows and the chewing of her bottom lip.

"you want help, deku? fine, i'll give you help. you're gonna have a window of 17 seconds to get to her without anyone intervening." she states, out of practically nowhere.

"i beg your pardon?"

"i'm going to distract sero and his date, it's going to take roughly 17 seconds before he realizes what's going on and turns around to get to y/n, by then, i expect you to already be there confessing your undying love or whatever," she explains as she stands up.

"i can't-"

"can't or won't?" she shuts him down immediately, already walking away before midoriya was able to get a word in at all.

instantaneously, uraraka is at work, she is delighting sero and his boyfriend, and they're laughing as midoriya is cutting through the crowd as inconspicuously as possible.

he finally reaches bakugou, who is no longer dancing with you and instead recording videos for kirishima and mina.

"where is y/n?" midoriya hurriedly asks.

"what took you so fucking long, idiot?" the irritated blonde inquired.

"doctor's orders: stay away from y/n."

"and you actually listened to that crap? psh, now i really know you're an idiot," bakugou rolls his eyes, "she's dancing with that metal fucker from 2b."

it doesn't take much effort to find tetsutetsu. the strobe lights on the dancefloor reflects off him making him an equal parts blinding disco ball and a beautiful one.

"tetsu, do you mind if i cut in?"

his voice immediately sends shivers up your spine, causing each individual hair on your body to stand on end.

please tetsu. please tetsu. please tetsu.

the downside to tetsu being metal is that he cannot feel the change in pressure applied to his body. because there's no way in hell he would've felt the vice grip you had on his shoulders and still assuredly and happily say, "go for it, bro! don't let me stop you!" and immediately step back into the crowd. that would've never happened.

unfortunately it did.

"don't run away. i need to talk to you." he exhaled, reading your thoughts in an instant, and practically cementing your feet in place.

you rolled you eyes sublty, crossing your arms over you chest hoping that this action will protect your heart from the incoming stabbing pain it will face.

i mean isn't it obvious why he wants to talk to you?

he saw you here with bakugou at some point during the night and he probably asked todoroki what was going on, and the jig was finally up. odd are he told him everything. and it's most likely he's flattered but uninterested.

this was izuku midoriya trying to let you down gently and god, did you feel pretty fucking pathetic.

you inhaled deepy as midoriya took your hand in his and pulled you close to him, making it impossible for him to not feel the rapid way in which your heart was beating. your face heated at the thought of him knowing just how nervous he made you.

you'd love to bathe in the warmth of his body and breathe in his pine scent, but you couldn't help but wonder where camie was. imagine how she'd feel if she saw you pressed up against her date like this.

before you could make a move to put distance between you and midoriya, he began speaking.

"are you thinking about, camie?" midoriya asked quietly, clearly able to read the expression on your face.

"yeah." you replied timidly.

"she's gone." he responded, emphasizing that last word.

you slowly raised your head, to meet his eyes for the first time since he arrived in the auditorium, "what?"

"she went to go see her boyfriend."

"i don't understand," you respond, a fog you didn't even realize was there to start with began to clear.

"i've been trying to tell you that camie and i were never together."

"but her twitter-"

"she was trying to make her ex-boyfriend jealous, which obviously it worked because she left within the first 20 minutes of us being here to be with him, which you would've noticed if you weren't avoiding me," he explained, taking your hand in his, "camie and i were never together. she and i were just using each other as a distraction from our problems. we are friends. nothing more nothing less,"

you stared at him in disbelief, the fog quickly turning into a red haze of anger, "why wouldn't you just tell me that from the beginning? and why did you even need to use camie? i mean, we'd gotten pretty close by that point, i don't understand why you couldn't confide in me, izuku," you say half to him, and half to yourself, ripping your hand out of his grasp in the process.

he loved hearing you say his first name, but not like this. not when you're angry with him.

"it is complicated," he frowned, defeat playing on his soft features.

"bullshit. you didn't trust me enough to talk to me about your problems. midoriya, i told you everything." you whisper-shouted, your heart jumping into your throat.

you'd quickly become very conscious of the fact that you were having this heated discussion in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by your peers. and it sure as hell didn't help that uraraka, sero, and, bakugou were all staring at you two from a distant spot on the wall of the dancefloor.

exasperated and mildly embarrassed, you unhook yourself from midoriya's steady grasp on your waist and storm your way out onto the balcony. he followed closely behind.

you thought the cold air would give you some clarity or maybe some kind of idea on how to navigate this conversation, but all it really did was anger you further, "why don't you trust me?" you choked out, tears brimming in your eyes.

"i- i do." midoriya pleaded.

"you don't!" you spat, turning your back to him and looking out to the musutafu skyline, finally allowing the tears to kiss your cheeks.

"you don't," you whispered, hanging your head, "you opted to rent a girlfriend and confuse the masses rather than just talk to me about your problems."

"how do you expect me to talk about my problems to the problem, y/n?" he finally snapped, turning you whole body to face him with one swift movement.

you pause, mulling over the weight of his words for a second.

"you're the problem, y/n." he starts, running an exasperated fist through his hair, "you've been the problem since the first time you messaged me. honestly, you've been the problem since we met!" he's pacing now, "seriously what did you want me to do? come to you and tell you how you're all i can think about and that all i wanna do is punch my best friend in the face because the girl i am hopelessly in love with loves him instead?"

he's in love with you?

izuku midoriya is in love with you?

your body is like a magnet, it moves all on it's own.

"you know, i had this whole speech i was gonna give you about how i was sorry for letting you think that even for an instant, there was another girl in my life that meant as much to me as you did-"

"oh, were you?" you cut in, stepping closer to him.

"-and i was going to tell you how sorry i am that i made you sad and that if you allowed me to do right by you, i would do everything in my power to make sure that you never felt sad again." he declares, breathless by the time he's finished his monologue.

"you have feelings for me?" you ask, inching closer to him.

"it's relatively impossible not to, y/n, have you met yourself?" he responds with a sigh, bringing his hand up to rub his forehead.

"poor taste." you quip, getting a rare eye roll from the boy in front of you.

"so, you started talking to camie to distract yourself from your feelings for me because you wanted me to be happy?" you question slowly, wanting to catch every change in reaction his face makes. you get a little closer.

"and you dropped todoroki without telling me because you thought i was into camie, and you wanted me to be happy?" he retorted. he's moving a little too.

a small laugh can't help but play in your throat before you deeply exhale, and bring your palm up to cup his freckled cheek. as if it were the most natural thing, he begins nuzzling into the warmth of your hand.

"i hate when he's right," you hum, thinking of your best friend and the first words he ever said to you when you mentioned involving midoriya in this whole mess, "he's never gonna let me live this down." you murmur, caressing the freckles under your thumb.

"when who is ri-" midoriya tries to inquire, but the words die in his throat, as you move towards him suddenly, lifting your head, and pressing your lips against his. after a few moments, you make a move to pull away, but the hand that wraps around your neck, and the other that holds your cheek holds you stationary, and simultaneously causes the kiss to deepen significantly. it does take much longer to confirm your suspicion that there is probably nothing else in the world you enjoy more than kissing izuku midoriya.

"wait, wait, wait," the greenette pulls away, earning a whiny groan from you, "as much i love that, i need to know what this means. i need to hear you say it."

"it means that i am hopelessly in love with you too. and that i'm sorry for putting you through that emotional rollercoaster. it means i am yours for as long as you'll have me." you sigh, resting your head on his shoulder.

"hm." midoriya hummed in satisfaction, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, "can we agree on something?"

"sure."

"when it comes to one another, let's vow to be eternally selfish."

"pft, vowing to have you all to myself forever?" you laugh, "consider it done."

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comatosebunny09 · 9 months ago

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He’s exhausted.

Of that much, you are sure. His languid suckling on your neck serves as a gauge for it.

“It must be hard running Hotel Transylvania in the Underdark,” you muse from your side. There’s humor tinging your voice, mingled with the crisp flipping of a page.

Exasperation lives in his once he reluctantly retracts his fangs. “I swear, if I have to pull another spawn off a gnome, I will spear them all on pikes.”

“Awful ‘Vlad the Impaler’ of you.”

Astarion snorts, the cool rush of it tickling your damp skin. “Gods below. One could only dream of being that demented.”

“Yeah, well. We both know you love the others too much to hurt them.”

“Mm, I beg to differ.”

Astarion hums, and you feel it spool in your stomach. Affectionately, he noses the outer shell of your ear. Electricity shoots like pins and needles to the crease of your thighs when he nips you. And the little jolt your body gives draws a husky chuckle from him.

You find the contents of your book no longer interesting; your attention is diverted to the hand on your hipbone.

Astarion drifts in and out of sleep, waking every so often to suckle on your neck like a sleepy newborn.

At some point, you awaken to him rutting against you.

“Astarion.” Your voice holds an edge to it—a warning.

“What?” You can practically hear the pout taking residence in his voice. “It’s been ages since I’ve last felt you.”

He mouths the curve of your shoulder whilst an artful hand bunches up your nightshirt, seeking the supple glide of your hip beneath.

You snort, snapping your book shut. Shift the slightest to cast him a humored look over your shoulder. “Ages? Ages, Astarion? You mean just last night?”

“Ages,” he solidifies into the space behind your ear. Goosebumps ignite in the wake of his breath cooling your skin. “A day without your body cradled to mine feels like an eternity, my love.”

You roll your eyes at his theatrics. Can you really fault him? Time moves differently here in the Underdark—if it moves at all. The absence of the sun has thrown your circadian clock entirely off-kilter. For all you know, he may very well have suffered eons without you.

“Please,” croons Astarion, trailing wet kisses down your nape. His hand continues on an excursion southward, kneading the fat of your thigh. It craters between his fingers as he squeezes the inner slope of it, and you bite your lip to ward off a growl. “I only need a taste.”

Somehow, you doubt that. It’s never just a taste with your love, now is it? But his begging is enough to coax a resigned sigh from your lips. Surely, you’ll regret this later.

“Fine,” you relent after tucking your novel beneath the pillow.

You yip as the world pivots and wooshes, and suddenly, you are on your back. You giggle as he climbs overtop you. Have all of five seconds to catch the boyish gleam of his eyes before he dives in to sample the skin of your throat.

Instinctively, you bury ten fingers in curls of white. And how sweet your voice sounds, pinched from your lungs in a whimper as you feel the searing graze of his fangs on your neck. Your breath hitched in anticipation; every nerve in your body trained on him. However, the prick of his fangs never comes.

Instead, they continue their journey southward, past your collarbones, between the valley of your breasts, towards your navel…

How prettily you arch against him, a sultry laugh parting your lips.

He disappears between your legs, tenderly kissing your thighs, dragging his lips toward the folds of your labia. Each kiss he delivers makes your hips twitch delightfully, seeking the wet contact of his mouth like a beacon.

He groans something pleased between your legs, kissing your lower lips before his tongue parts your labia in wet, languid strokes.

Instinctively, your hands fly to his hair. Your lip snags between your teeth as you bite them against a smile. You arch your body into him. He groans appreciatively, anchoring your hips down to the bed. The lewd, wet sounds he makes between your legs make you flutter.

“Delicious,” he hums between each stroke of his tongue. A supplication to the Gods for supplying him such a grand feast.

#astarion x you #astarion smut #astarion x female reader

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deandoesthingstome · 1 year ago

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Walk with Me - Ch 6

Pairing: FBI Agent!Syverson x OFC, Drug Czar!August Walker x OFC

Chapter Summary: Dinner with Francesca and August; plans are revealed.

Chapter Warnings: Light dom/sub behavior, drinking, oral sex (m receiving), implied unprotected p in v sex, fingering, anal sex, implied torture.

Word Count: 3.6K

Masterlist: For full series Summary and Warnings

Spotify Playlist: The last three songs (16-18) now belong to this chapter.

Francesca

I knew August was looking for information. He was more agitated than usual and it was apparent he had an idea now that someone had infiltrated his organization. He began to call on me at the most inopportune moments, and I couldn’t tell if he was hoping or not to catch me in a lie. I did hear him trying desperately to convince Mateo his misgivings about me were wrong. I needed to put a stop to any hint of Sy sniffing around, if only to help prove Matteo wrong. August asked about the FBI when we had dinner at his home one evening.

“I’m glad you were able to get free tonight for me, Francesca.”

“August, you know I always come when you call. I’ve had to shuffle a few things around at the gym lately, and they’re starting to get annoyed, but I guess I can always find another studio if I have to.” I took a sip of the wine August had chosen to pair with our meal, tipping my tongue out to catch a small drop of red, drawing his eyes to my lips.

“You know I don’t mean to cause any hardship for you. I wouldn't want to take you away from anywhere else you’d rather be.”

“Now, where else would I rather be, baby, besides right here with you when you want me?”

“Heard from that old ex of yours lately?” August asked, keeping an even voice and betraying with a raised eyebrow only a small hint of the jealousy that I could sense was bubbling beneath the surface.

“Is that where you think I’d rather be? August, you wound me.”

“Francesca. Have you seen him again since he first contacted you?” It was clear August suspected, but I didn’t think he really knew anything. Not now that he’d discovered the guard he had on me had been less than observant on probably more than one occasion. I gave him an answer that I could tell shocked him.

“Yes.”

August waited for me to elaborate and I continued almost immediately with barely a hesitation.

“He came by the gym one day. My class was canceled and I was on my way out. He invited me to dinner.” I paused then, and gauged his reaction. I wondered if he could feel me doing so. “I declined, if you care to know.”

“There’s no need to be a brat about it. What night was this?” he asked me.

“It was a day, August. Middle of the day.” When I told him what day it was, he clenched his jaw. “You can call the gym, check the logs. He showed up, worked out, chatted me up, and then I left before him.”

“Alright, but was there a night you didn’t spend at home?”

“Why do you think I spent any night away from the apartment?”

“Maybe you should just answer my questions without any more sass. Or are you looking for something tonight?”

I stared defiantly back at him, because I was. I could see him getting turned on and imagined his dick was probably already hard. It shouldn’t turn him on to have me so disagreeable, but it did. He narrowed his eyes, tilted his head, and waited for my answer. I think it hurt his feelings that I simply carried on with my explanation rather than admitting what I wanted from him.

“The electricity went out in my building one night. I called a friend to see if I could stay over. It was incredibly hot that day and I was never going to be able to sleep without AC. She picked me up and it wasn’t until I got back the next morning that I realized I’d forgotten my phone.”

And then I picked right back up with my insolence.

“But I noticed there were no missed calls or messages from you anyway.” I took another drink, with a devilish smirk on my lips.

“Get up,” he growled at me.

“But I’m not done eating, August.”

“You are. Get up. Now.” August watched as I shoved my chair back and stood. “Now if you want something else to fill that bratty little mouth of yours, why don’t you crawl on over here?”

I saw the pleasure on his face as I sank to my knees before placing my hands on the plush rug beneath the dining table and slowly made my way to him, eyes connected to him the entire time. He turned his seat to face me.

“I am still hungry,” I purred when I reached his lap. “What else did you put on the menu tonight?”

August leaned back in his chair and spread his legs wide as he rested one arm on the table beside him and smoothed the other down his inner thigh.

“Is this one of those meals I have to prepare myself?” I dared to tease and I could see through his pants the way August got even harder as I continued to dish out the attitude.

“It’s practically ready now. You just have to take it out.”

I reached up to unzip his trousers then slipped a hand through the opening of his silk boxer shorts and licked my lips at the sight.

“I have to warn you, I’m particularly ravenous tonight,” I smiled up at him as he drew his hand to my head and pulled me closer.

“It’s a good thing this is all for you then.”

August pulled my head down and closed his eyes as he struggled not to thrust his hips when my mouth wrapped around him. He simply guided me lower and when I opened for him, the look on his face betrayed the way he relished the feel of the back of my throat and the way I gagged while trying to swallow my saliva around his dick. I looked up at him and he opened his eyes to watch the tears of pleasure spill down my face. I never shied away from choking on his dick and I held my own as he began to bob my head in earnest. I kept my mouth wide open when he finally drew me away from his lap just before he grabbed a hold of his own cock to finish himself. He loved watching his seed drip down my face. I knew it made it so much easier for him to get hard again, especially when I swiped my fingers through his spend and wrapped my lips around them to suck them clean.

In the post orgasmic haze after he’d taken me to bed and defiled me a few more ways, he sat up to ask me a question and I noticed he watched my reaction carefully.

“We’re going on another trip, you and I. We’ll return separately this time. I have something I need to bring into the country and I want you to carry it for me. Will you do that for me?”

With some hesitancy, I agreed. I hoped August would take it as a sign that Matteo was nothing but wrong about me. I needed him to feel I was truly and deeply his and that I was only just now beginning to understand that the club wasn’t his only business.

I was late to the rendezvous back in the States, but I did arrive with all the cargo still intact. After apologizing profusely, I stayed quiet and demure, presenting an obvious change from my behavior at previous meetings when he didn’t think I had a clue what business was going down. Now I remained meek and a little wide-eyed as I watched him complete his business transaction, trading a portion of the drugs for a few large duffles of cash.

Later in bed, I broached an earlier subject with what was obviously surprising new information for him.

“August, I have to tell you something,” I said, drawing circles over his chest with my fingertips.

“What is it, love?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Worried how?”

“Is what we did this time what you do all the time? Is that what taking care of business is for you?”

“Are you having a hard time calling it what it is, Francesca? Did you think I only bought the drugs you and I used together?”

I sat up to face him. “I always wondered, but I didn’t know until now. And it worries me. I don’t want you to get into trouble.”

“What trouble would I get into? Are you worried about your FBI friend?”

“August, he’s not my friend anymore. Please you have to believe me. But it does worry me. You said there was nothing to worry about, that he had nothing on you. But we’ve just moved a shit ton of illegal drugs into the country. That doesn’t feel like nothing to me.”

“Everything is under control, Francesca. There’s nothing to worry about. Besides, I have plans to get out of that business.”

“Sooner or later?”

“What is with all these questions?”

“It’s just…okay, look. Please don’t be mad. I don’t want you to think I’ve been taking advantage of you. This really did just happen.”

August sat up now himself, as if he was suddenly concerned about the direction this conversation was headed.

“What really just happened, Francesca?”

“It’s honestly perfect timing. It means we could leave here now, leave everything behind and never look back. I have a house now, in Europe, that no one knows about. And enough in a trust fund to keep us set for the rest of our lives together.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” August was becoming agitated. This was new information and I could tell it concerned him that he didn’t know it was a possibility that I wasn’t the down-on-her-luck struggling yoga instructor he thought I was. He must be wondering who had dropped the ball on my background search.

“August, I love you. I don’t want to see you get into trouble. I want us to be together and I don’t think it’s safe here for you any longer. Give the club to someone else and walk away with me.”

August

August was now convinced Francesca wasn’t a threat to him, and he wanted the same to be true for the rest of his team, but someone was talking out of school and he needed to find out who. August and Mateo conferred in quiet corners and behind closed doors. Assignments were given to test loyalties, background checks run again to see if any conflicting information would appear.

Mateo was still not convinced about Francesca, especially knowing she had connections no one uncovered before and he told August it was for the best that he didn’t loosen her security detail. August continued to put her off, every time she brought up getting out of the business and hoped he could eventually convince her to let that go. A second home in Europe would be most welcome, but he was never gonna give up his life and run away.

A couple weeks later, after even more new information had turned up, August finally had what he needed. He knew who was spying and he knew how he wanted to take care of it. No one would ever expect they’d be taken to Paris to be exposed and taught the ultimate lesson.

He had Francesca packed and ready to go when security arrived to drive them to the airport. It was a quiet flight, even if August did give in let her suck him off in the first class cabin. He really did have such a hard time denying her when she got down on her knees for him. The pout on her face when he wouldn’t let her climb onto his lap might have broken a weaker man.

When they arrived at the hotel, he watched Francesca unpack as he always did. He loved to watch the surprise on her face each time she pulled a new item from the bag and she was always eager to put his choices on display for him. His impeccable taste never failed him; every last article of clothing and accessories complimented her body in a way he imagined she had never felt before. It was as if the act of choosing her attire was the first stage of foreplay August used when he made love to her. If his fingers couldn’t caress her, the fabric and material would, molding to her body and holding her firm.

He spent the afternoon ravishing Francesca in bed, chasing every high he could get as if it might be the last. He tasted every inch of her body, nipping and tonguing along the curves and lines, dipping into the valleys. He held her down, wrists above her head, strong legs spreading her wide while he worked his fingers deep into her, stretching and stroking and smoothing and coaxing early waves of pleasure from her.

August swallowed her gasps of pleasure and howls for more, his lips crushing hers while his tongue slid in deep beside hers. He flipped her over and hauled her ass into the air, kneading and squeezing and groping as he bent low and pressed his tongue along her slit, tasting all the slick she’d made just for him.

He knew it was for him by the way she cried his name, begged him to relieve her, and pleaded for a final release. She was a mess and he still wasn’t done. With his cock deep in her drenched pussy, he popped his thumb in his mouth and licked some saliva on it so when he pressed it against her tight pucker it slipped in with ease. Francesca backed right into it with no hesitation and he knew he’d be able to get all the way in again tonight. She was absolutely ready and wanting that.

He took some time lubing and loosening her up. He had three fingers in with his cock still pumping and she wasn’t showing any signs of wanting him to stop. When August finally pushed the tip in, he could feel the way she drew him in. God, how she wanted to be fucked in the ass.

He did that for her, or so he told himself. He couldn’t quite admit that even if she hadn’t wanted it tonight, he may have taken her this way sooner or later. It was what gave him the ultimate orgasm and it was only a bonus that she loved it, too. August thought about how it might have been fun to add a man to their bed so she could choke on a dick while getting railed from behind, in either hole.

Once they were cleaned up and dressed, August ushered Francesca down to the hotel lobby to meet Mateo for the drive to the club.

“August, baby. This isn’t the way to the club,” Francesca commented, glancing out the window.

“And how would you know the way to the club, darling? We’ve never been here together before.” He watched her closely, scanned her face and body for any twitch, any shiver, any tell. As always, he found nothing.

“The GPS says,” she answered, pulling her hand up from beside her and showing him the mapping app that was clearly flashing to recalculate a route. “I always love to see directions. It helps me get used to the city. God, I hope we come back here someday. I always wanted to see Paris. Now that we’re here, I never want to leave.”

Francesca turned back to peer out the window again and August watched her marvel at the lights and buildings around them. For all her sharp edges, August always found the wonder in her eyes endearing. Though he did find it odd when he realized she had most likely spent time in Europe, though she acted as if everything was brand new each time. When they pulled up to the warehouse, he restrained a small smirk when she commented that it didn’t look like the kind of club that suited her dress.

That was her way of saying the spot looked haggard and run down and maybe a little beneath them. And of course it was. It was a warehouse. It was most definitely not a club.

August let her enter first, door held like a gentleman before he turned the handle over to Mateo and entered himself. He didn’t bother hiding the lick of his lips as he watched her ass in the tight dress strut forward in front of him. He could tell she was still horny from the afternoon.

August caught her as she stumbled back into him, seemingly to escape the sight in front of her.

“August, what is this?” He could hear her voice break when she asked the question.

“What does it look like darling?” he answered. Something in her answer would hopefully convince Mateo he had been wrong when he pointed a finger at her. August felt differently, partly due to his previous conversations with her and partly due to the very little actual evidence Mateo presented to make his case. August countered with the more obvious details that pointed to the man in the chair.

“August, you said I had nothing to worry about with you. You said…” she leaned into him, and August thought he detected at least a hint of terror. It would be the first time she’d broken like this before him, though he was sure she barely knew this man sitting before her, beaten unconscious. Will Shaw had hardly ever been around when she was. Maybe a few nights at the club, but always on the periphery. She didn’t know him, she could only see the state he was in, probably barely hanging on. Of course she’d flinch. This wasn’t the first time he was showing her his hand, but it was a doozy.

“August, please. Did you know what was happening here? You have to help him. You can’t let him die. If you help him, that’ll count for something,” Frankie pleaded with him. “You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to hurt people.”

“Francesca, you’re a very smart and resourceful woman. I’ve grown extremely fond of you. I want you with me, but you do need to know there is a dark side you haven’t seen yet. Sometimes, people work against me. Sometimes, they are looking out for themselves, trying to take from me more than they deserve. Sometimes, they have a sinister motive. Maybe they want to take my business, run me out of the game.” August walked Francesca cautiously towards Will, keeping a firm grip on her arms. “And sometimes, they want to hurt me. Sometimes they think they have the right to keep me from the work I was destined to do and they try to get me in trouble. Will here was trying to get me into trouble.”

August spun Francesca to face him, searching her eyes for understanding.

“Francesca, do you think it’s right for someone to pretend to be someone they aren’t? And then to use that subterfuge to ingratiate themselves into my life so they could try to find unflattering details about my work?”

August watched Francesca blink and saw her pupils dilate. The way her iris had let the black overtake it told him what he needed to know: she was scared. It was good enough for him.

“Nnn..no, August,” she stammered. “But he’s really hurt. Lemme help him.”

August wasn’t prepared for the way she twisted from his grip, so she was on her knees next to Will before he had a chance to take hold of her again. He watched her touch him tentatively, perhaps checking for a pulse as she pushed his watch out of the way and set her fingers on his wrist. She set a hand on the back of his neck and tilted his head back as she pulled his eyelids gently open to check for any reaction. The way her shoulders relaxed told August Will was still alive.

“Anything you think you can do for him? It’s of no use. Francesca, this is something you need to get comfortable with. I will not allow someone to hurt me. Do you understand?”

Syverson

Frankie had been out of pocket and unreachable for weeks now. Syverson knew every move she made, along with August Walker, but the fact that she wouldn’t answer his calls or texts, even on the burner phone number he’d been given made him nervous. Or perhaps frustrated was a better word for it.

He continued to liaise with Director Marshall, usually through Ramos, and continued stacking evidence against Walker even though there was nothing he could do about it for now. His superiors weren’t happy about the fact that another agency was blocking his case, but pressure from even higher up forced them to accept the stalled state of the investigation.

He spent days in surveillance locations and nights thinking about Frankie in his bed. He had to keep reliving those moments to fend off the visuals of her and August together. What he wouldn’t give to have her next to him again, begging for his touch.

He had signed off on the joint agency paperwork that would allow Frankie back into the country with the dope August was peddling, but he hated how much deeper she was getting with August. She was now openly transporting for him which meant August was placing his trust in her even more than before.

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Emio Demo 2: Electric Boogaloo

So it’s been more than 24 hours since I beat the second part of the demo (I hate that we have to wait 5 days for the next part man) and I have some thoughts.

First of all, I called it when I said that Kuze knows Utsugi from 18 years ago (I was wrong about her being the sibling of one of the female victims though). Instead her connection is through the disappearance of her brother Makoto (haha Danganronpa reference) and Utsugi was in charge of that. Must be tough to see the person who was supposed to bring her brother home (and failed) after a murder that reminds her of the og incident.

So let’s talk about Makoto first. According to the game, Junko had not come home for some reason so he went out to look for her. Junko comes back (clearly shaken) and Makoto is nowhere to be found. I wonder if she came home late because the OG killer was targeting her and M someone managed to find her in time, but something bad happens to him. What happens: Killer kills Makoto and for some reason threatens Junko to not be a snitch otherwise he would come after her. (Also possible he abducts him for some reason and tells J to not tell or she will never see him again)

why this stops the murders completely I don’t know, but it is possible the killer thought he might have been getting caught soon and that’s why he stopped. But if that was the case he could have silenced her permanently right then and there. Unless she sees the act occur, killer knows she’s there but doesn’t see her and makes a bluffing threat saying I know who you are and if you snitch it will bite you in the ass. Hence she survives and comes home scared.

Who did it: Now in order to keep someone silent you need to bribe (or as mentioned beforehand threaten) said person or make them believe that no matter what no one will believe them. Maybe the culprit is a cop. And Utsugi works with the police. Maybe J can’t bring herself to trust anyone in the force (again another reason why he joins because if you want the job done right, you have to do it yourself). And that would explain why she’s standoffish towards U because she still doesn’t trust him.

Another Observation: the game mentions it’s a possibility that Makoto was the original culprit (because the murders didn’t stop until he disappears). He was old enough to pull it off. But that means something would have to have happened to him. Did he run away and leave a note that only J saw? Or did she see him messing with bodies and he asks her to hide his body because he can’t live with the guilt anymore now that she saw him and he offs himself.

Game is also adamant that the mystery man who went missing after the first girls death may know something (was he an accomplice I don’t know) there’s not much info I can theorize about him right now.

Kamis age is still not revealed to us in this chapter. Very very sus. I wonder if he is Makoto and he just has amnesia. Him and J could both be adopted or step siblings. Only problem with this is that J should recognize him.

Additionally the game mentions Kami can’t have a gun because he is a terrible shot. I wonder if at some point you have to pick between him and J to raid a place and the gun makes a huge difference. Hell I wonder if knowing said info can influence the game (because it is completely optional dialogue)

Speaking of potential game mechanics: phones. During some point of my gameplay I used to phone to call everybody that was in my contacts. While playing through Ayumis section, she gets a call from the protagonist (whether or not this is scripted I don’t know) and she doesn’t pick up. There’s also an option at some point if you call the office to leave a voicemail (which I didn’t take, I’m curious to see if anyone else did). I wonder it this is going to be a serious mechanic that at some point you need to call XYZ at this time or something bad is going to happen to them, or if it’s a way for the game to gauge the players playstyle (just like they did in the Girl who Stands Behind).

Now I’m not done talking about the demo part 2, but I’m going to leave this post here for now because it’s getting long and I want to dedicate more time to Kamada and the Taxi Driver is separate posts. See you in a bit.

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Russ’s dialogue on base:

It’s a common accident. You’re throwing Pikmin with wild abandon…and then accidentally chuck a bomb out there too. It’s a terrible tragedy, but it’s commuted repeatedly by amateurs who haven’t yet mastered the art of a calm composure.

The rapid and reliable accumulation of sparklium is a task that Collin and the captain constantly pester me about. So I’m adding a sensor to the Treasure Gauge that amplifies the smallest of signal spikes. That should keep them at bay!

Throwing a Pikpik Carrot will often distract a creature. If they eat it, they’ll be paralyzed temporarily! If I were in your space boots and encountered a new creature, I’d toss them a carrot before engaging or rushing them.

Wandering around aimlessly while exploring an unfamiliar landscape is not intelligent behavior. It’s the opposite of that. Thanks to a new lens that has a wider field of vision, the Survey Drone is now ready for practical use in the field!

Pikmin are known to use collective behavior as a survival strategy. The success of the group benefits them all. The Charging Horn mak3s use of this habit, stimulating the reward systems in the Pikmin’e brains using sound waves!

Ah, the Emergency Kit. This was the first item I prototyped after joining the Rescue Corps. Such fond memories…The original request was to make it easy enough for even Dingo to use. After MANY adjustments, I’ve finally done it!

Science is limitless! But you can’t build something out of nothing. When I’m out of raw materials, I rely on components. But those run out too! I usefully replenish my stock by poking around the ship’s cargo. Then I’m back at it in the Lab!

There are two elements to considering when designing a tool that increases physical impact—strength and number! The Triple Threat focuses on the latter in its design concept. That is to say, more hands equals more punches! Kee-hee!

When it comes to tracking, it’s imperative to think of your target first and foremost as a source of heat. The Trackonator is designed to do the same. The mechanics it employs to detect a target heat source are top-notch!

The element of time is key to consider when throwing a Mine or Trackonator and waiting for it to explode. Once you have a firm grasp of the timing differentials, it’s easier to aim for and defeat ONLY your target creatures.

When an electric current passes through an organism, it contacts uncontrollably. This is also called being electrocuted. The ingenious trick of the Lightning Shock is how it lowers the electrical resistance of a target an instant before it attacks!

For Pikmin, and really all living things, there’s not much that can be done to increase resistance to certain attacks. An Ice Blast will freeze any Pikmin that’s not an Ice Pikmin, and a Lightning a Shock will electrocute all but Yellow Pikmin. So, when using a bomb, always be aware of the various Pikmin types that are in your surroundings before taking action!

Not everyone possesses the unlimited stamina of Dingo, and increasing one’s speed is often hindered by the body itself. Rush Boots increase stamina limits by redirecting the kinetic energy generated into a form that resupplies stamina levels,

When a life-form’s alive, it’s fundamentally impossible to completely inhibit the minute vibrations it continuously emits. The Mine is a device that uses this fact to its advantage. It detects an organism’s nano-level vibrations, then explodes!

Our knowledge of Pikmin ecology is still rudimentary, but they’ve been observed in two fundamental states: active and idle. The Idler’s Alert is a sound-wave induction device that can activate Pikmin in their lazy— I mean…idle state!

As Rescue Officers, our bodies are in a constant state of stress due to our exposure to harsh external environments. Of course,the additional physical training can help, but the artificial enhancement the Tuff Stuff provides us also essential!

The latent heat released when changing a state of matter can, when properly applied, lower temperatures in an instant. The principal behind the Ice Blast is essentially this: removing heat equals freezing. It’s so simple, isn’t it?!

#I hated writing all this down it all sounds like a sponsor read #sorry Russ #I just wish he’d actually have a conversation and not advertise stuff I already have #pikmin #russ pikmin #pikmin 4 spoilers

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[Chapter 21] Seeing the World Through Ballistic-Tinted Glasses

Seeing that the person in the mirror's movements matched your own was shocking. Makeup, carefully applied using methods beyond your comprehension, made your eyes look like a cartoon. If it weren't for the coven of yipping friends around you, you might have insisted the false eyelashes were too much. Long hair, soft and fragrant, spilled over your shoulders as the first sip of liquor started to breathe warmth into your system. One embarrassing story about a disastrous date led to an epic about having a scandalous one-night stand with a psychology professor, and the gaggle of girls was a whirlwind of preparation. Bubbling laughter erupted around you, eagerly fastening straps and clasping buckles on tight heels.

After all, birthdays were precious to you. Each year, another year of life lived became more important to celebrate. One more year that you got to live. So many good people are gone before their time, and a bubbling sense of shame urged you to live each birthday to the fullest. Another private number's missed call. If it were work-related, it would come from the flip phone. There's no way in hell Laswell or anyone important would be dumb enough to contact your personal cell. This scam caller is persistent.

If anything, one of the leading factors that inspired your change in heart and recent optimism about your body recalls your latest encounter. Being asked to parade yourself in front of evil men, smirking and snuggling with men that repulse you, made you fight for control of your own sexuality. Marín doesn't own you. Neither does Julien, and neither does Laswell. Tonight is all about reminding your conscience of that and reclaiming yourself. The sentiment was made easy by a batch of eager friends who are hungry to get you as drunk as possible on your birthday. Judging by the pace of drinks you were downing before leaving the house, the current mission was on schedule. Heels clacked down your porch stairs, funnelling into the back of some poor taxi driver's car, having to cooperate with six drunk women's hooting and hollering.

It didn't take long until you surfed between bars, gauging each drink's price and finding the music playing at each location progressively better. Streetlights twinkled as the sidewalk rose to greet you with each staggering step. The night was electric, drinking in the humid air inside each bustling bar, endorphins dancing through your mind like your friends around you. It's like the DJs were reading your mind, finding the perfect song to make you sway your hips low and slow, lapping up the movements around you.

You thought you were hallucinating. Someone must have slipped something into your drink, or maybe someone pricked you with a needle of some sort- because there's no way you just saw what you think you saw. No, it's real. That's Kyle- Kyle fucking Garrick.

"Cricket!" Gaz shouted, sidling through the crowd to reach you, raising his palm to catch your attention above the jumping partygoers.

"Lua answer yer' fucking phone!" Soap added, bounding past him, clearly already half in the bag.

"How the fuck did you find my number, find me?" Your mind was still reeling with the recognition, the walls separating work and your social life now a distant memory.

"Let's just say the SAS has their methods." Soap boomed, pulling you into a sidefaced hug.

"You used SAS tracking technology to track my location?" you screamed, eyes wild with disbelief, pushing him off you as you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity.

There was Ghost, too, who was eyeing you blankly. You refused to let him suck the life from you. Not today. Soap responded with a shrug and feigned innocence, leaving you to question the validity of his whole story. Either way, you weren't done with questions just yet.

"Where's Price?"

"It wasn't the geezer's type a' crowd," Gaz added, "plus, it already took our combined effort to convince this fucker to come with'" he gestured to Ghost, who was side-eyeing some particularly rowdy patrons beside him.

Seeing these guys not in full-body armour and tactical gear was so bizarre. They all looked so ordinary. Jeans and rolled-up dress shirts, Gaz wore a flannel. Ever the oddball, Ghost still didn't drop his mask; instead, opting for a privacy mask with the bottom half of a skull face printed on it and a black hoodie with the hood up that gave roughly the same amount of coverage as his regular balaclava. What did catch your attention was pale, brown hair that fell in strands in front of his face, where previously you had questioned if he even had hair under that mug. It made your heart skip. Reminding you of the last time you dared to see more of what he looked like under his mask, only to get snapped at like a shepherd nips at his lambs. Be it from alcohol-fueled confidence or the fact that this wasn't in the formal military setting, you decided that you no longer had any reason to fear him, and you insisted on making sure he knew that.

"Well, you guys need to catch up with us if you want to roll with us," you slurred.

"Oh, don't worry," Gaz put his arm around you, nearly putting you in a chokehold, "we stopped at a couple a' nearby pubs to see if you were in them."

Satisfied with their answer, though still no less confused, a song change forced you and all your friends to the middle of the dance floor with a choir of squeals. Once again, returning to the lively music, though now with an odd and slightly unsettled exhilaration that surged into your veins. Deafening bass music that pounded through your chest and passing laughter exchanged with giddy friends did enough to dissuade your withholding. They're here because they wanted to be here. Be here for you. An excuse to let loose after back-to-back missions promised a life-or-death situation in each.

The crowd parted for a split second to let you catch Soap and Ghost leaning at the bar as they kick their heads back to shoot down a shot of amber liquid, Ghost quickly slipping his mask back down to reassume its protection. Without the searing taste affecting them, they moved forward, raising their fingers immediately to the bartender to repeat the round. At least they weren't expecting you to play babysitter, and they seemed perfectly content to handle themselves independently, despite this country being a foreign land to the native Brits.

Song after song had you bouncing on your toes, belting each lyric to the nostalgic music with friends' lacing fingertips, ensuring you keep pace with their dancing. Hypnotic, neon lights flashing beams across your vision, searing past washes of clouds spurting from fog machines, alcohol making every atom in your body alight with energy. Air waved over the exposed skin of your chest, and you felt your hands glide over your own body, downing every molecule of energy in the room. The silky blue two-piece that had been picked out for you embraced every curve of your body, providing delicate pressure to squeeze every inch of your body into just the right places.

Enraptured by the music and focused on dancing to the pounding beat, the girls didn't notice you slip away. You caught a glimpse of Soap flirting with your friend, leaning back against the bar and whispering a seemingly hilarious story into her ear. His arm around her was placed in a way you doubt her deadbeat boyfriend would approve of, but she seemed more than eager to return the attention. The mental image was a vision you washed away with the fruitiest, sweetest cocktail the bartender could manage. The world became smoother, gliding with your eye movements, and thrumming music became almost algorithmic in your mind, consistent and delicious.

Sweeping eyes across the bar, your vision narrowed in on Ghost, calmly watching the bounding dancing, a black shadow cast on the corner of the bar. He stood resting his shoulder on the back wall, as he'd seemed to stow himself into the corner against the bar, giving him an excellent sniping position. He didn't seem uncomfortable though, nor displeased, only calmly observing, flickering his eyes over passing partygoers. You had always craved the unattainable, the impossible. It made your blood burn. A simmering ember lit into a raging inferno in your chest as you had just poured metaphorical gasoline, in the form of alcohol, onto your bonfire. The music around you was nothing compared to the thrumming pulse in your ear, fingernails raking over clammy palms. The climax of a thunderous song was the final kick to jump-start you into movement.

You had already closed the distance, slipping your fingertips over his veined knuckles, taking the top of his hand in your palm. His fingers were still chilled, wet from the glass of iced whiskey he held seconds ago. Lifting his hand from the surface of the bar, you laid it to rest on top of your eyes, providing temporary coverage of your vision. Raising your now free hand, your digits slithered across his Adam's apple, using your thumb to pry his mask to rest just over his nose. Your mouth collided with his, pressing glossy, sultry lips to taste him in a clashing surge of heat. You didn't even have time to consider if this was a good idea before his hand on your back was pressing your body into his. Feverish and urgent, tasting each other's mouths as his searching hands lapped at all the energy across your skin, seemingly content with your blindfold. He tasted like Kentucky whiskey, warm and spicy, snaking hot fingers to explore the side of his neck. Lively partygoers provided privacy in numbers, just another couple in the crowd caught up in the charged atmosphere. He urged you closer with every gasping breath, clashing hot tongues together in frantic passion. it felt so right, so necessary. Like the feeling of your desperate exploration of each other's mouths, and hungry panting was an oasis in a barren desert.

You didn't even remember parting the kiss before you were whipped away. Another chain of squealing friends dragged you away from your encounter, denying your mind a moment's rest to gather itself. Your forearm collided with the swinging door of the women's bathroom, meeting the stark, sterile, and particularly shocking lighting of a public bathroom as your eyes reeled to adjust. Friends, strangers, and a pair of two women making out in the corner were what you were met with when you stumbled into their presence. Your eyes were wide, wild and dazzled. They were saying something to one another, but the crashing heartbeat in your ears hampered your ability to hear them.

"I just made out with my Lieutenant," you blurted, the words leaping from your throat.

"Is that a good thing?" One of the unfamiliar women spoke up.

"What's your rank again? Weren't you like a Sergeant or something?" Your friend spoke up, pushing up her eyelashes as she leaned into the mirror, "I can't remember if that's higher or lower."

"Oooh, like Saving Sergeant Ryan?" Added an eager, though thoroughly intoxicated girl in a stunning red dress, eyes wide with excitement.

"Sarah, it's Saving Private Ryan," another stranger corrected.

"Oh."

"I'm so fucked," you breathed, a bubbling cackle betraying your seriousness, eyes wide and focusing to stare into nothingness.

"Well, if you play your cards right..." your friend added, eliciting a chorus of hoots and hollers from the surrounding ladies before the topic shifted to something new.

That wasn't quite the comfort you were seeking. You didn't want to fuck him. That was just a spur-of-the-moment, self-soothing and slightly horny decision. He's probably thinking the same thing, if he's even thinking about it at all. For all you know, he could be doing the same thing with the next giggling pair of tits that walked into his field of view. Too many possibilities and a lack of certainty left your mind swimming, blinking past the trepidation and smoothing down jumbled hair in the shared mirror.

For the rest of your friends, sucking face with some random stranger at the bar was less than uncommon, eagerly listening to the details, though not particularly bewildered. You, however, had a million and one reasons to be bewildered. You crossed an uncrossable barrier, which could permanently mar your record. Sure, you were seeking agency, but you weren't expecting your first action to be to dance tongues with someone who you thought wanted you dead.

Swallowing your restraint, the dance floor was now yours to command. Crackling with newfound confidence and a faint sense of lingering dread, nobody could tell you each song wasn't matched your heartbeat. Swaying and grinding with the motions against people you'd never see again, your mind dared to question if any of your other teammates had seen your brush with Ghost. That's a thought that's best pocketed for later. Right now, the only thing in the world that mattered was the intoxicating movements of your dimly lit ballroom.

A pull at the back of your skirt sends you staggering backwards, nearly falling if you weren't stopped by what felt like a brick wall. That smell, Kentucky whiskey and musk. A gasp slipped from your lips, tilting your head back and seeing Ghost's hungry eyes staring down at you, craning above your vision. His body was hot, radiating languid heat, creating a sweltering inferno that matched yours.

"Close your eyes, darling," he purred into your ear.

You didn't need to be told twice, shutting your heavy eyelids and rolling your shoulders back to invite whatever mystery was incoming. His palm rested on your belly, securing you firmly to rest against him as he prepared something beside him. His chest was flush against your back, treacherously warm and solid. A lack of ocular stimuli left you whirling to identify surrounding sounds instead but returning empty-handed with the familiar pounding of lively club music.

"Good. Now, open your mouth." His voice growled through you, sparking goosebumps and electricity to surge down your back.

Parting your lips, you surrendered yourself to whatever was about to happen, feeling cool air flood across your damp tongue. Your mind flickered to the thought of this being some sort of military hazing joke, but the way his hand reached around your neck and gently tilted your chin to face the ceiling left you reeling. In a second, cold liquid splattered into your mouth, catching droplets that dribbled down your chin. Whirring neurons scrambled to connect sensations to reason. Ghost had just spit a tequila shot into your waiting mouth. Worst of all, you obediently and eagerly gulped up the alcohol he spat into you, leaving your face flush with searing heat. He permitted you to close your mouth with gentle guidance on your jaw, allowing you to graciously swallow the bitter liquid as another shiver ran down your spine. His fingers slid over your molten skin, a cold hand splayed across your heaving belly, finding yourself feverishly pressing your whirling hips into him, slow and dangerous. This cannot be happening. You are so fucked.

"You liked that, hm?," he breathed into your ear, voice gravelly and low.

"I've seen better."

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the killers embrace | ethan landry

ethan landry x oc! fem

"Sometimes the line between love and madness is so thin, you don't know which side you're on until it's too late."

a/n: i haven’t watched scream 6, so most of this is based off of tiktok/scream wiki pages. i’ll be updating this story sporadically as i am a college student. this story is also posted on my wattpad @beomnalwonnie. I recommend reading it there because the aesthetics are much better.

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chapter one

The frat house was alive with the energy of the Halloween costume party. The walls were shaking from the blaring music, and the air was thick with the mingling scents of cheap beer and sweat. The guests were decked out in a myriad of costumes, ranging from classic vampires to modern pop culture icons.

Dahlia sauntered in fashionably late, her Juliet Capulet costume billowing behind her, heads turned to take in her breathtaking beauty. The intricate lacework of her dress was a masterpiece, transporting her straight from the 21st century back to the 1960s, and her hair was styled with long extensions, gold headband pushing her soft hair away from her face. Her makeup was flawless, completing her stunning look, and she felt confident and ready to party.

As she weaved through the throngs of people, she felt the weight of curious gazes on her back. She brushed off the feeling and made her way to the kitchen, intent on quenching her thirst.

Ethan, dressed in a homemade costume as the brown knight from the cult film Murder Party, nervously stood in the corner of the crowded Halloween party. His cardboard helmet obscured his face, but his eyes were fixated on the girl who had just walked into the kitchen. She was talking with her friends, wearing a sparkling, gold dress that caught the dim lighting perfectly. Her beauty left Ethan in awe, and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Chad, his best friend, noticed Ethan's gaze and followed it to Dahlia, whom he knew as Sam and Tara's new roommate. He nudged Ethan and grinned, urging him to go talk to her. But Ethan was hesitant, his nerves getting the best of him. "She's too beautiful," he protested, "I'll just embarrass myself."

Rolling his eyes, Chad said, "Come on, man, just go say hi. What's the worst that can happen?" Ethan took a deep breath, considering the possibility. He knew he should talk to her, but the fear of rejection held him back. As he debated with himself, he watched the girl and her friends laughing and having a good time.

As Dahlia closed the cooler, she sensed someone watching her. She looked up and saw a tall, handsome stranger staring at her from across the room. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, trying to play it cool. She couldn't help but feel drawn to him, even though she didn't know who he was. Ethan felt a bolt of electricity shoot through him when his eyes met hers. For a moment, he was paralyzed, lost in her gaze. She quickly looked away, sending him a shy smile and a small wave. Ethan's heart raced as he considered making a move. He could feel the warmth of Chad's encouragement, but the fear of rejection held him back.

But before she could gauge his reaction, her roommate Tara greeted her, pulling her onto the dance floor and away from the mysterious stranger. Dahlia felt a pang of disappointment but tried not to let it show. She knew that she couldn't let herself get too attached to a stranger at a party, no matter how handsome he was.

swaying to the beat of the music, Dahlia couldn't help but think of the cute boy she made eye contact with in the kitchen. Who was he, and why was he staring at her with such intensity? The question lingered in her mind as she lost herself in the revelry of the party.

Getting lost in the music, Dahlia hadn't noticed Tara being pulled away by Jason. She had heard some rumors about him from her roommates, but she had never really paid attention. Now, as she watched him whispering into Tara's ear and leading her away from the party, a sense of unease settled in her stomach.

"shit," Dahlia muttered under her breath. She sends a quick text before taking a deep breath and pushed her way through the sea of drunken college students, each seemingly more oblivious than the last.

Jason was known for being a serial dater, charming girls with his good looks and smooth talk, only to dump them unceremoniously once he got what he wanted. Dahlia had always been wary of guys like him, but she couldn't deny that he had a certain charisma that made him hard to resist.

As she scanned the party for her friend, Dahlia noticed a group of guys gathered in the corner, watching Jason and Tara with interest. They looked like trouble, and she had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Without thinking, Dahlia made her way over to the group, her heart pounding in her chest. "Hey," she said, trying to sound confident. "What's going on over there?"

The guys turned to her, and for a moment, she thought they were going to ignore her. But then one of them spoke up. "Just watching Jason work his magic," he said, smirking.

Dahlia felt a wave of disgust wash over her. She knew she was in over her head, but she couldn't let them hurt her friend. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she pushed her way through the dense crowd, her eyes darting around the room as she searched for Quinn. The pulsing beat of the music and the throng of drunk, sweaty college students only added to her growing anxiety.

Finally, she spotted Quinn in the kitchen, chatting with a group of girls. "Quinn!" she exclaimed, breathless. Quinn turned to her, her face contorting in concern at Dahlia's distressed expression. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Tara," Dahlia gasped. "Jason's got her. I texted Sam, but I need your help to get her."

Quinn's expression hardened with determination, and she shoved her solo cup into the hands of the blonde next to her, spilling some of the contents in her haste. "Let's go," she said firmly, following Dahlia's lead.

As they arrived on the scene, they saw Chad shoving Freddie away from Tara, his face twisted in anger. "Get your hands off her," he spat.

"What the hell is wrong with you? I was fine!" Tara exclaimed, her voice rising in anger.

Chad turned to face Tara, his own anger still seeping off him. "He was going to take advantage of you!" he replied, his voice tense and firm.

Tara's eyes widened in disbelief, and she couldn't help but feel offended by Chad's accusation. "I can handle myself," she retorted, her voice shaking with frustration.

Chad's expression remained stubborn as he replied, "I saw the way he was looking at you. He was only interested in one thing, and I wasn't going to let that happen."

Tara's anger only intensified at Chad's words. "You don't get to decide what's best for me, Chad. I can take care of myself," she shot back, her voice laced with irritation.

Behind the two, Quinn's eyes narrowed at Freddie, who was now backed against the wall, looking smug. "What the hell were you thinking?" she snapped.

Freddie shrugged, trying to play it off. "I was just having some fun," he said with a smirk and pushed himself off of the wall, ready to walk away from the situation, but Chad wouldn't let him go.

Chad's grip on Jason's shoulder tightened, and Jason winced in pain. He tried to push Chad's hand away, but Chad's strength was too much for him. "Come on, man, let me go," Jason pleaded, his voice trembling with fear and anger.

As the two of them argued, people began to take notice, whispers replacing the booming sound of the music. Some of them tried to intervene, but Chad was not backing down. Tara felt herself growing increasingly embarrassed by the scene, and she pushed Chad away from Jason.

"Stop it, both of you!" she exclaimed. "This is ridiculous. Jason wasn't doing anything wrong, and Chad, you need to calm down."

Chad was still fuming, but he backed off at Tara's words. "I was just trying to protect you," he said, his voice still raised.

"I don't need your protection," Tara snapped back, her own anger flaring.

Dahlia watched the exchange with growing panic. She felt like she was suffocating, her heart racing and her hands shaking. She knew she needed to get out of the party before she had a full-blown panic attack. She bolted for the door, her eyes darting around frantically as she tried to find an escape.

As she stumbled outside, she almost ran into Sam, Tara's sister. "Hey, where's Tara?" Sam asked, looking concerned.

Dahlia struggled to find the words to respond. Her mind was racing, and everything sounded muffled and distant. She pointed back to the party, where the commotion was still unfolding. Sam nodded in thanks, but Dahlia was already on her way out of the house sitting down on the porch, gasping for breath as she tried to calm herself down.

Throughout the entire encounter, Ethan couldn't help but keep his eyes on Dahlia. Sure, he knew it was creepy to stare, but he was so captivated by her that he simply couldn't look away. From the moment he saw her soft smile while dancing with Tara, to her panicked face when she realized who Tara had taken company with, Ethan couldn't help but feel a strong desire to protect her. He felt a strange connection with her, almost like they were meant to cross paths.

While watching the events unfold, Ethan's face hardened with anger at the sight of Dahlia's distress. He didn't even know this girl, yet the thought of her feeling upset made something deep inside him bubble with a fierce protectiveness. He kept his cool, though, as he watched Tara's face of confusion turn into anger when Chad grabbed onto Jason's shoulder. Ethan couldn't help but notice how protective Chad was of Tara; he clearly had a thing for her.

Things began to escalate, and Ethan let his gaze fall back to Dahlia, who was now looking around frantically. He felt a sudden urge to comfort her, to make sure she was okay. Without hesitation, he abandoned his drink, which was rather disgusting anyway, and followed her out of the frat house.

As he hurried after her, Ethan couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration mixed with nerves. He had never been the type to approach a girl like this before, but there was something about Dahlia that made him want to try. He caught up to her as she was sitting on the porch steps, fiddling with her fingers and softly talking to herself. "Hey," he said softly, trying not to startle her. "Are you okay?"

Dahlia turned to him, her eyes wide with surprise. "Oh, um, yeah, I'm fine," she stuttered, trying to regain her composure. "I just needed some air."

Ethan nodded, sensing that there was more to her distress than simply needing fresh air. He took a step closer to her, noticing the way she flinched slightly. "Look, I know we don't know each other, but I couldn't help but notice that you seemed upset back there," he said, gesturing back to the frat house. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Dahlia's eyes flickered with gratitude as she looked up at him. "Actually, that's really kind of you. I felt like I was suffocating, and I needed to get out of there," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan nodded sympathetically, remembering how his own anxiety had caused him distress in the past. He had always been shy and introverted, struggling to socialize and make friends. But there was something about Dahlia that made him feel comfortable, like he could open up to her without fear of judgment.

"I get it," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "If it's any consolation, I really like your princess costume." As he spoke, he couldn't help but notice how her dress flowed around her, the gold complementing her honey colored skin. If she was a star, she would be the brightest one in his galaxy.

Little did he anticipate the girl's gentle laughter in response. The sound was akin to the delicate tinkling of bells, resonating through the air and infusing his heart with a sense of warmth. For a moment, he sat there, utterly captivated by the sweet sound, committing it to memory as best he could.

He snapped back into reality when she said, "Thanks, but I'm actually dressed up as Juliet from Romeo and Juliet." Ethan's face scrunched up in confusion as he thought back to his freshman year of high school. Surely, he remembered something from the movie with Leonardo DiCaprio as Romeo. "Is she not a princess?" he spoke, his brow furrowing.

He looked at her and the way she hugged her small body. Her head leaning on her knees for support. "Not really, no," Dahlia responded softly and continued, "she's just wealthy."

"Oh," Ethan spoke, feeling a bit foolish. He cursed his younger self for not paying better attention in English during its Shakespeare unit. There was a small silence before Dahlia spoke up.

"Your costume," she started and turned her body to fully look at him. "What is it supposed to be exactly?" Ethan gave her a small smile. "It's a character from a horror movie, Murder Party. You wouldn't know it if you're a casual horror fan."

Dahlia nodded and took a deep breath. "So you're a horror geek," she said with a small smirk.

Ethan's face began to feel hot from her comment and he had to look away so she couldn't see the blush that was beginning to form on his cheeks. He regretted not having told her it was some stupid last-minute costume. Dahlia noticed his tense nature and felt a bit guilty. "Hey, I'm not making fun of you," she started softly. "I was only teasing. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Ethan let out a small laugh, trying to ease the tension. "No worries, I'm just easily embarrassed," he said with a shrug.

Dahlia nodded and they fell into a comfortable silence. Ethan couldn't help but steal glances at her, taking in the way her hair fell in front of her face softly and the way her eyes sparkled in the dim light. He felt drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of his phone buzzing in his pocket.

Muttering an apology he quickly pulled out his phone to see multiple texts coming from Chad, asking where he was and letting him know everyone was about to leave.

Before he could say anything to Dahlia, Ethan watched as the front door slammed open, revealing the Carpenter sisters in the midst of a heated argument. Tara was trying to walk away from Sam, who was yelling after her.

"Tara, please," Sam pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice. I don't want to see you hurt."

Tara stopped in her tracks, her eyes flashing with anger as she whirled around to face Sam. "You don't get to tell me what to do," she spat, wrenching her wrist out of Sam's grasp. "You don't get to waltz back into my life after five years and act like you know what's best for me."

Dahlia winced at the venom in Tara's voice, and she could see the hurt and confusion etched on Sam's face. Her gaze flickered between the sisters as if trying to decide whether or not to intervene.

Ethan shifted his weight uncomfortably, not wanting to intrude on the sisters' argument. It wasn't long before someone else emerged through the door, his roommate Chad pushing through eyes searching as if he was looking for someone.

As Chad approached, Ethan couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. He had been so close to having Dahlia's attention all to himself. "You were here the whole time? I was wondering why I couldn't reach you," Chad said with a hint of annoyance. Ethan nodded casually, trying not to show any signs of discomfort. He turned his attention back to Dahlia, only to find her looking up at Chad with a soft smile. It was the same smile he had been hoping to receive from her.

"Hey Chad," Dahlia greeted him warmly. Ethan couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He wanted Dahlia's smile to be reserved for him, not for his roommate.

"Hey Dahlia. I see you've met my roommate," Chad said, grinning at Ethan. Dahlia met Ethan's gaze and a playful smile graced her lips, causing his heart to skip a beat. The two sisters' argument that had been raging just moments before was now forgotten.

"Yeah. He's a bit mysterious though. He hasn't told me his name," Dahlia said, still smiling at Ethan.

Ethan blushed once again, feeling a little flustered. He held out his hand for her to shake. "Ethan Landry. Though I could say the same for you, Juliet," he said, attempting to make a joke. Dahlia giggled softly and shook his hand. Their handshake lasted longer than it should have, both of them caught in a trance.

But their moment was interrupted by the shouting sisters once again. "I'm just trying to look out for you," Sam argued.

"Well, don't!" Tara exclaimed, clearly agitated.

Chad coughed awkwardly and moved past Dahlia and Ethan, trying to break up the Carpenter sisters. His eyes darted around, taking in the scene unfolding before him. More people started to walk out of the Frat house, the party seemingly moving somewhere else. The air was filled with the distinct smell of alcohol and sweat, and the thumping music made it hard to hear anything else.

As Chad tried to intervene, Anika and Mindy made their way towards the commotion. Anika excitedly ran towards Dahlia and hugged her from behind. "How are you Dahlia? I saw you leave earlier. I wanted to chase after you, but someone kept me busy." she said, slightly smirking up at Mindy, who only rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's implications.

Dahlia smiled warmly at Anika's affection. "I'm alright. I had good company–" She heard everyone collectively gasp and turned her attention to the unfolding drama. Sam had been drenched by a group of girls walking past, the alcohol staining her clothes and hair. "What the fuck?" Sam exclaimed, looking at the girl who had poured her drink all over her.

"You know what you did," the girl smirked.

With fury in her eyes, Sam shoved the girl by her shoulders and pushed the remaining alcohol bottles in her hand, causing them to smack into the ground and shatter. The sound of glass breaking reverberated through the air, and everyone turned to look at the scene unfolding before them.

"You'll pay for that," the girl hissed, her voice low and menacing.

"I don't think I will," Sam responded, her smirk never leaving her face.

Dahlia winced at the tense atmosphere and made her way over to Sam, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Let's just go, Sam. It's not worth it," she said softly, trying to defuse the situation.

Ethan watched the scene unfold, the feeling of protectiveness towards Dahlia returning. He couldn't stand the idea of anything happening to her. Anika noticed the look on his face and nudged him with her elbow. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, concern evident in her voice. Ethan nodded, trying to shake off the feeling of jealousy and possessiveness he had towards Dahlia.

Sam took a deep breath, her fists clenched at her sides. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded and allowed Dahlia to lead her away from the confrontation. As they walked away from the party, Dahlia turned to Ethan, who had walked up to them.

Ethan pulled out a pack of tissues, holding them out to Sam. "Um, I have tissues if you want tissues," he said, realizing his mistake as he looked down at his hand. "I mean, I have three tissues."

Dahlia smiled warmly at Ethan's awkwardness, and Sam took the tissues, beginning to wipe the drink off her chest.

Just then, Anika exclaimed, "I don't know about you all, but I'm about to pass out!" She grabbed onto Dahlia's arm and asked Sam, "Do you mind if we stop by your apartment?"

Sam stopped wiping momentarily, looking at Anika with a sense of resignation. She didn't really have much of a choice. "Sure," she said with a sigh, nodding in agreement.

Anika was already pulling Dahlia along with her, and she turned back to Ethan. "You too, Ethan!" she said excitedly. Mindy, Anika's girlfriend, gave her a look of disbelief and said, "What the hell?" But Anika ignored her and continued to walk, "Come on, it'll be fun!" with Dahlia right beside her, following behind Tara and Chad.

As they walked away, Dahlia couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in the pit of her stomach. She knew that things were only going to get worse from here on out.

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ragekitsune · 3 months ago

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How a zapling can defend themselves

-Using their hands like electrical paddles used for CPR a zapling can deal dangerous amounts of electricity to a victim, but only if both hands electrical senors (the black pads on their palms) touch the victim.

-Zaplings from the great turf war lack electrical sensors and instead use their suction cups on the underside of their tentacles to electrocute targets. Both tentacles suction cups have to make contact.

-Newer batches made after the great turf war have hand senors but can still use their suction cups if their pads are damaged.

-They can use weapons, but due to a lack of ink, they can't rely on a weapon, unlike normal inklings.

-When a zapling is overcharged and ready to attack, their tentacles will glow like inklings do when their super gauge is full.

#splatoon #splat3 #zapfish #inkling #hybrid #zapling #lore #small artist #ask anything #traditional art

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amnottrak-official · 9 months ago

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Sydney Trains M set

Class of electric train operating in Sydney, Australia

The Sydney Trains M sets, also referred to as the Millennium trains, are a class of electric multiple units that operate on the Sydney Trains network. Built by EDi Rail between 2002 and 2005, the first sets initially entered service under the CityRail brand on 1 July 2002 after short delays due to electrical defects. The M sets were built as "fourth generation" trains for Sydney's suburban rail fleet, replacing the 1960s Tulloch carriages and providing extra capacity on the suburban rail network. The sets currently operate on the T2 Inner West & Leppington, T3 Bankstown, T5 Cumberland, T7 Olympic Park and T8 Airport & South lines.

Quick Facts M set, In service ...

M set

M32 at Sydney Central

Lower deck

In service

2002–present

Manufacturer

EDi Rail

Built at

Cardiff

Replaced

Tulloch carriages

Constructed

2002–2005

Entered service

1 July 2002

Number built

141 carriages

Number in service

140 carriages

Formation

35 4-car sets

Fleet numbers

D1001–D1041, D1043–D1060, D1062–D1073 (driving trailers)

N1501–N1540, N1543–N1560, N1562–N1573 (motor cars)

M1–M35 (full 4-car sets)

Capacity

452

Operators

Sydney Trains

Depots

Auburn

Lines served

Inner West & Leppington

Bankstown

Cumberland

Olympic Park

Airport & South

Specifications

Car body construction

Stainless steel

Train length

81.55 m (267 ft 6+5⁄8 in)

Car length

20,532 mm (67 ft 4+3⁄8 in) (D)

20,243 mm (66 ft 5 in) (N)

Width

3.03 m (9 ft 11+1⁄4 in)

Height

4,381 mm (14 ft 4+1⁄2 in)

Doors

Plug-style, 2 per side

Wheel diameter

940 mm (37 in)

Maximum speed

130 km/h (81 mph) (design)

115 km/h (71 mph) (service)

Weight

207 t (204 long tons; 228 short tons)

Traction system

Alstom ONIX 1500 2-level IGBT–VVVF

Traction motors

8 × Alstom 4-EXA-2144 226 kW (303 hp) 3-phase AC induction motor

Power output

1,808 kW (2,425 hp)

Electric system(s)

1,500 V DC (nominal) from overhead catenary

Current collector(s)

Pantograph

UIC classification

2′2′+Bo′Bo′+Bo′Bo′+2′2′

Braking system(s)

Automatic air, electropneumatic and regenerative

Coupling system

Scharfenberg coupler

Track gauge

1,435 mm (4 ft 8+1⁄2 in) standard gauge

Design

Vestibule

The Millennium train, like the entire Sydney Trains fleet and electric NSW TrainLink fleet, is a double decker. It is a four car consist, with the middle two cars being non-control motor cars and the two outer cars being driving control trailer cars fitted with the pantograph. The Millennium train was the first to be equipped with an AC drive system unlike the Tangara, which has a DC drive system. The sets usually operate in eight-car formations with two four-car sets combined. While the Millennium train concept is an evolution of the Tangara concept (manufactured by A Goninan & Co), the Millennium train introduced new features such as internal electronic destination indicators, automated digital voice announcements for upcoming stops, a return to reversible seating, surveillance cameras, wider stairways, a new safety yellow colour scheme, and push-button opened internal doors. The Millennium Train also introduced crumple zones to absorb impact in a collision. Interiors were designed by Transport Design International.

The train also features emergency help points, allowing passengers to contact the train crew in an emergency. The help points are located on the sides of the stairwell to the upper deck. There are actually two help points in the same location, with a large one at face height with a microphone and speaker, and a lower one with a microphone only. There are also emergency door releases which were retrofitted to the trains. These allow passengers to manually open the doors in an emergency, as recommended in the report for the Waterfall rail accident. The retrofit program was stated as having been completed in November 2014.

Like with the T, A and B sets, the M sets feature Scharfenberg couplers.

M sets are 3.03 metres (9 ft 11+1⁄4 in) wide, being classed by Transport for NSW as medium width trains, which allows them to operate within the whole Sydney Trains suburban network.

Unlike sets M2–M35, set M1 has a slightly different interior design with differently coloured doors and different seat handles for unknown reasons.

Delivery

Stairwell

The cars were constructed by EDi Rail at Cardiff Workshops. The contract included a 15-year maintenance agreement with EDi Rail to maintain the trains at a specialised maintenance centre at Eveleigh. During testing and initial revenue service, they ran as four car sets, with eight car sets commencing service towards the end of 2002 after further testing. All 35 four car sets were delivered by October 2005.

The initial order signed in October 1998 was for 81 carriages, in December 2002 an option was taken up for an additional 60. In February 2017, Sydney Trains exercised an option to extend Downer's maintenance of the trains for a further 10 years.

Criticisms

The Millennium trains were criticised for having several technical problems and causing problems with Sydney Trains, they were referred to in the media reports as The "Mi-lemon" and "Millenni-Bug" as a result. Some of the problems were caused by insufficient power supply on the overhead to cope with the power demands of the more technologically advanced trains causing them to shut down. Software bugs also contributed to the trains' poor reliability.

The Millennium trains were withdrawn from service in April 2003 while the problems were being rectified and a full audit was carried out. They were subsequently reintroduced into service in June 2003 and have since been operating on the T2 Inner West & Leppington, T3 Bankstown, T6 Carlingford, T7 Olympic Park and T8 Airport & South lines. After the new timetable was released on 26 November 2017, M sets began as 4-car services on the T5 Cumberland line on both weekdays & weekends, along with a few 8-car Waratahs.

In service

External Carriage Camera Trial

Trial cameras

In late 2008, two Millennium trains were fitted with external cameras atop of carriages near the doors, testing their use for the then-future Waratah trains. These cameras were subsequently incorporated into the final design of the Waratah train.

Lines serviced

The Millennium trains typically operate on the following lines (normally described as Sector 2):

T2 Inner West & Leppington Line: Leppington or Parramatta to City Circle via Granville

T3 Bankstown Line: Liverpool or Lidcombe to City Circle via Bankstown

T5 Cumberland Line: Leppington to Richmond

T7 Olympic Park Line: Shuttle from Lidcombe to Olympic Park on weekdays

T8 Airport & South Line: Macarthur to City Circle via Airport or Sydenham

Maintenance Depots

The trains were originally maintained at Eveleigh Maintenance Centre.

As with all other trains, these trains are not exclusively kept in Auburn overnight. They only need to return to the depot for maintenance, and at other times, they may be stabled at various yards on the lines that they operate, such as Liverpool and Leppington yards -Anastasia the train girl

I won’t be able to post as much cause mental issues plus I just came out to a friend as trans so I have to deal with that to

sorry for taking so long to respond! I've been busy lately.

9/10 good train (minus the bugs)

(also i hope all goes well for you! I enjoy your train asks, but don't feel bad if you don't want to send them as often.)

#trains #this one was cool #it seemed to sort of introduce concepts that were perfected for modern trains #so that's cool

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purplekoop · 9 months ago

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A simple service bot hoping to keep the streets clean of dirt, debris, and hordes of bot-eating plants, Otto drives in to duty!

Otto is a humble janitorial bot, a model designed to clean human city streets, who fulfills the same role in the new world. He takes pride in keeping his city's streets clean, but has had to face more messes than just mud stains while on the job. Local organized crime doesn't take kindly to a nosy cleaner getting into their dirty deeds, but Otto has learned to take the fight back to them, using both his cleaning equipment and a simple firearm he's picked up along the way to clean up the streets in more ways than one. Despite the rough job, Otto is as amicable as a bot can be, eager to strike a conversation with whoever whenever, even if it's a goon shooting at him. However, with an even bigger mess popping up farther down in the south from his home streets, Otto is eager to take on a new line of work using his unique talents.

In terms of gameplay, Otto is a heavy-duty Utility bot, having the highest and health biggest body of any non-Tank on the roster by a decent margin. This is to fit his role as the cast's semi-tank, who excels when fighting alongside a proper tank who can maintain the frontline while he covers their blind spots. While not as bulky as a proper tank, his freeform mobility lets him pick and choose his fights more than they can, which in tandem with his defensive abilities can make him a more fearsome fighter than his merely modest damage output would suggest. He's one of the more matchup-dependent members of the cast, with some enemy abilities he's uniquely equipped to counter while other abilities can counter his own.

Otto's defining ability is his Power Vac, an arm-mounted high-power sanitation device juiced up to be able to suck in most enemy attacks! The vac heats up quickly though, to the point of being unusable after only a few seconds of constant use, requiring Otto to carefully manage its downtime. This flexible defensive ability though is crucial for denying high bursts of damage, or baiting key abilities. The vacuum stream can't absorb all attacks however, as non-projectile attacks such as melee hits or beam-like weapons will bypass it completely.

Absorbing damage with the Power Vac however has a byproduct: filling up Otto's Junk Gauge. When the gauge is full, pressing the Accessory Ability input will allow Otto to fire off a Junk Bomb, a delayed high-power explosion made of all the random dirt and scrap he absorbed to fill the gauge. This explosion is strong enough to bring most bots to the brink of death at point-blank range, but its large radius makes it a threat even if enemies manage to dodge its full power.

Otto can also swap his vacuum arm for his melee weapon, the Power Mop. This rotating electrical mop rapidly does damage to enemies on contact, but can also clean allies of most debuffs by holding the mop to them for about a second. Cleaning debuffs fills the Junk Gauge, so it's worth giving your pals a touch-up if you have the chance.

When the job gets messy though, that's where Otto busts out the heat with his Auto-Shotgun. This rapid-fire firearm simply fires a spray of bullets in a fixed alternating pattern, making it deal solid damage at close range but becoming weaker at longer ranges. The weapon has 12 ammo and reloads its whole clip at once, making it an adequately consistent weapon but not especially imposing overall. It does however make a fearsome partner to the Power Vac, as it tends to either out-damage or out-range the few weapon types that the vac can't absorb. Otto isn't an efficient assassin by any means, but with skilled play his simple shotgun can clean up nicely.

But to get the job done fast, Otto has to get to the job fast, and that's where his last key ability comes in: Street Mode. Shifting his legs into a set of wheels and tucking in his arms, Otto enters a vehicle mode that increases his basic movement speed significantly. This mode has no cooldown, but he can't fire his gun or launch a Junk Bomb while transformed. Attempting to use Power Vac while in this form will instead use Street Sweep, a niche utility option that allows Otto to clean specific grounded hazards, such as the oil slicks created by some of Martinet's alternate equipment, which will contribute to the Junk Gauge just like sucking in a projectile would. While cleaning though, Otto moves slower than his basic walking speed, and will overheat the same engine as his power vac, but at a much slower rate. The main appeal of Street Mode though is to use it to traverse the map more efficiently, getting in and out of fights faster so you can provide your team the utility you provide.

For specialized messes, Otto has a few alternate tools for the job. Starting with his alternate firearms, first is the Back-Alley Broom, a shady fully automatic weapon that fires a few pellets in rapid fire, trading out burst damage for sustained fire. On the other end is the Street Slugger, a meatier shotgun that fires heavy-duty slugs, which are single projectiles that bypass damage resistance effects.

Street Mode also has a couple modifications which vary the functionality of its extra utility. The Razor Rider trades the street sweeping fans for razor blades that rapidly damage nearby enemies, and build up the junk gauge by doing so, but heats up faster and at the cost of the basic movement being reduced. The Nitro Sweeper meanwhile gives you the option to instead use the Junk Gauge as a fuel source, giving you massive bursts of forward speed when used.

Finally, the Power Vac has several unique variations, all of which additionally change the Junk Gauge's function. First is the Lawn Guster, an inverted tool that blows projectiles away with dramatic bursts of air rather than sucking them in, filling the gauge by dealing damage with the reflected projectiles, allowing you to fire a piercing Junk Missile that does bonus damage to buildings and barricades. The sneaky Pocket Cleaner is a nuisance and a utility at the same time, capable of draining enemy ammo by aiming the vac's stream at them to fill both your own ammo and the junk gauge, which can be used to fire a Recyclo Bomb that restores a heavy chunk of health and ammo to allies in its blast. Finally is the Ultra Vac, a vacuum so formidable its very suction pulls in and damages enemies gradually, which can be overclocked with a full Junk Gauge to increase the size and power of its area of effect.

On the behind-the-scenes side of things, I knew I had to have some kind of bot with a vehicle mode mechanic just about from the start, but Otto went through a few more generic iterations before I settled on the one-two combo of a vacuum cleaner and shotgun. He was originally a much more generic tank character with a simple barrier that changed shape between modes, but he felt "too Overwatch" without much of an identity. I then realized the potential value of an off-tank style character for the Utility role rather than an outright tank, inspired by how Pyro fills that sort of niche in TF2. The key thing then was to have a more "small scale" defensive ability, and while obviously in terms of mechanics the vacuum is functionally fairly identical to D.va's Defense Matrix, the overall idea was more inspired by the Ink Vac from Splatoon 3, including the additional purpose of absorbing attacks being to charge up a powerful explosion. Some other mechanics of the Ink Vac, like its ability to absorb ink directly from players or its status as an ultimate-scale ability, were worked into the alternate variants, while the Lawn Guster is straight up just Pyro's Airblast but with a different ammo system. Eventually this became the core of the character while the vehicle gimmick was kind of left as an afterthought, so it may be something I go back to. I do like the whole street sweeping ability, even if more for flavor than function. I can't imagine there's going to be too many "grounded hazard" abilities in the game, and I don't know if having such a specific hard counter to them is necessarily an exciting interaction, but it's cute so I'm sticking to it for now. The specific nature of the vehicle mode was specifically inspired by Gamma and their super fun "running" animation in Adventure and Battle, and the idea of a character who fluidly went back and forth between shooting and rolling as mutually exclusive actions is a fun visual I've wanted to stick with for a while. If it wasn't obvious, that inspiration seeped into the final design, along with hints of Omega sneaking in too. Still not sure how exactly the transformation works, that's always a tricky thing to design for with just a first draft, but I may sketch out a basic breakdown sooner than later. The shotgun was mostly due to the lack of a basic shotgun user in the cast otherwise, but also was based on a unique gun my more firearm-inclined friend brought up in passing that's, get this: a shotgun often called "the Street Sweeper". It all clicked from there, plus informed this being a more grounded, urban sort of character. I also just like the idea of this big bot with a mundane job being one of the friendliest characters in the cast, he's just happy to be helpful and appreciates the simple things. He's very much a personality I think would be fun to see clash with some of the others.

But yeah, it's Otto at long last! The first cast of 15 is finally shown off, even if out of order. In my head he's more of a foundational member of the cast than his proper reveal timing would imply, compared to Nekross who's a much more experimental character and not as essential in terms of the overall "ecosystem" of the cast. In a version of the game with only 15 characters, Otto's getting in first.

But past those first 15, next up is a much more organic-themed character to clash with the urban Otto. Gotta get some bees to suck up somehow.

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