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pghbabesonbikes · 1 year ago

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FBX

by Sara Khalil

Alleycats are a fun, low-pressure way to race. That’s why I always try and get people to do them, ha. First, you’ll receive checkpoints & a spokecard. Next, you’ll make a plan to bike to one, many, or all of the checkpoints. Lastly, you’ll follow the spectacular race directors instructions to complete the alleycat and bonus, you’ll feel like a million bucks. You’ll leave the race day with your delicately positioned spokecard in your front wheel for years to come, a small yet important token proving you kick ass.

Every alleycat is organized a little bit differently. Sometimes the checkpoints are literally an address which is definitely a win for the navigation nerds. Other times they’re mediocre riddles or even just a spot on a map (that’s not even drawn to scale 🙃). It’s likely you’ll find all the things you need at them, like rad people to keep you motivated, snacks/drinks, cheerful signs, a much needed floor pump, among other things…

The strategy for attacking an alleycat can also really vary. Buddy up with people, you can do it in a group! If you’re worried about navigating or simply just want to have fun then rely on everyone’s brain for navigation (at your own risk!) and see where you place! More competitive? Wanna see if you have the street cred to really do the thing?? Try and rely on your own navigation to get you through it, whether that is google maps or your experience driving Uber. Honestly, sometimes I just follow the tire tracks and hope for the best…

I work for a local bike share company that hosts 2 alley-cat-style rides each year. I call these alley-cat-style because they aren't races, but more multi-destination rides that are designed to get folks of all comfort levels out for fun, social, urban rides. Even though these rides lack the big race mentality, these rides are really fun for riders of all levels, and ultimately, you can bring whatever energy you want! Bike or Treat is our Halloween alleycat that takes place the Saturday before Halloween every year (a fun scavenger hunt race), and Le Tour De Donut is our April alleycat with 4 checkpoints each stocked up with donuts from local bakeries and coffee.

We don't have registration up yet for Le Tour, but folks can see all of our upcoming events here: https://pogoh.com/events/

My favorite kind of alleycat is the “go fast get there first” classic style - the Frigid Bitch way!

Every year I plan to do it solo, and if someone tries to tag on I always let them know there’s a non zero chance I might ditch them because I’m in it to win it. When the checkpoints drop, I usually bust out a paper BikePGH map to get a feel for where the checkpoints are across the city, highlighting potential routes between each. I’m confident in my ability to navigate most neighborways and bike lanes. I never use technology to navigate because it kinda takes forever to be honest! If I’m gonna skip a few, it’s usually the ones that are on hills, because I’m a slow-ish climber. I have a side plan that if I make it to a certain point by a certain time, then I’ll go for them!

The plan, roughly

This year when the checkpoints dropped, I was kicking myself because I knew almost all the checkpoints from doing the training rides, but I missed the training ride that hit Climax St! Of course it was a stop for FBX. And the south side slopes are kind of my kryptonite - I almost never climb them. This meant I really had no idea how much time Climax st was going to add to my route. I decided to nix Climax and Rialto from my gameplan for the day. I didn’t think I would have time to make them.

Jo at the lake

My first stop was the lake. From there, I promptly guided my pal to a staircase that no longer existed, then to what I believed to be the checkpoint, but what was really the weird statue/shrine in South Oakland. Once we finally found Romeo St, it was a real vibe - we ditched our bikes and ran up the stairs to someone holding a sign that said “You’re a bitch!” which warmed my soul and spotted a friend Jarrod taking photos. We quickly said hi and bye before heading down the new-to-us, fully functioning staircase that connects to Bates and swiftly hiked our bikes down it. We crossed Hot Metal Bridge to hit OTB as fast as possible. Our plan was Grandview next, but somewhere along the way my bud egged me on to try Climax and we split. Turns out, it wasn’t a bad climb (the memory is distant now, ha) ANDDD Venture Outdoors had a s’mores stop at the top. Score.

Photo by Murphy Moschetta

I like to move quickly, so I bombed back down to south side and made my way over to climb back up PJ McCardle. I noticed my front tire was going flat when I got to the overlook and a volunteer, Bobby, helped me pump it up. Thankfully it didn’t give me any trouble for the rest of the race. I continued on, at this point feeling a little beat from climbing up two big hills. I was solo. I hit the point and kept on rolling. Somewhere in the Strip I linked back up with Jo and she encouraged me, yet again, to go for it. I sped up to hit Rialto. The next few checkpoints are kind of a blur. I slid through Polish Hill before heading to the button to see my friend Erin, and roped my way down to the official checkpoint near the water.

Last up, I rushed up to hit the last stop, Bananna-lenaville. I felt an emotional burst because the volunteers were counting down “10… 9… 8…” as I rolled up. I found out later, they did that for a lot of folks… good call team Bananna-lenaville! I started off to the Wheel Mill in hopes I’d get there quick! I ditched my bike on the sidewalk, ran up the stairs, and politely threw my manifest at the volunteer. FBX was in the books. I took a look around to see who was back (though it’s impossible to tell how you did) and started swapping stories. A few popular questions were floating around - “How many checkpoints did you hit?” “Who did you ride with?” “Did you hit Rialto?” Everyone had a different day.

Proof I did it

I finished in 25th place and got ALL the checkpoints. I was pretty stoked about how I finished, but even more excited to announce a little secret my friends and I were a part of - the brand new Pittsburgh Babes on Bikes Racing team! We’re a couple of badass babes who are introducing racing to more women and under repped gender identities, organizing group rides/clinics, and generally getting more folks to get out together to try more on two wheels. Our team aims to add more novice riders as time goes on.

photo by Monica Garrison

If you’ve ever thought about racing mountain bikes, well, this is your year! We’re hosting a bunch of pre-rides out at Yellow Creek State Park in anticipation of one of my favorite races, the YC Monthly Grassroots series. The first pre-ride is March 23rd and the race follows the next weekend. There are three routes available - beginners tackle 8 miles, sport riders hit a 16 mile out and back with a few creek crossings, and experts go after the full 23 mile loop which has some rocky bits. Pick your distance and come check it out with us in March! Frigid Bitch racers get a discount code for race registration.

My most prized collection

I’m looking forward to another year of Frigid Bitch. Less than a month out, I’m full of excitement wondering if I’ll get any new friends or flats along the way. What will the weather be like? What bike will I ride? Am I even going to know where the fucking checkpoints are?? Anything can happen! But it’s nice to know it’s gonna be a surprise.

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rite-te-suli-kireysi-ite · 2 years ago

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Emrey— Survive || OC & Sully Family

Chapter 6: Now or Never Colonel

Summary:

The story about love and family, about beginning and end, about life and death. All shown equally and unfairly, for that is the way it was intended.

Follow the story of the Sully Family as they journey across the seas, seeking sanctuary, only to find war and death.

But they emrey— survive, because their family is their fortress.

words: 3.8k

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

quick warning, there are some spicy thoughts in this chapter, if that is something you find uncomfortable, please feel free to skip ahead, there isn't any important stuff going on in that part anyways.

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There was something about being in an Avatar that unnerved Lyle, the height for one, was the most challenging thing for him to adjust to. Then there was that damn tail that wouldn't keep still, always with the flicking and swishing and knocking into things, and believe him when he says that it hurts like a bitch. Not to mention that he was fucking blue now. Even talking when inside an Avatar was such a drag. If he had a dollar for every time that he bit his tongue or the inside of his cheek, he would have enough to retire and never have to look at that damned planet again.

He was almost jealous of the fact that everyone else was adjusting faster to all this bullshit than he is. Hell, even fucking Lopez was doing better than him and that idiot can't even find his own ass if he had a map and a couple of helping hands. How he got through basic was a mystery to everyone.

And don't get him started on all the shit the lab techs had them do. It was a pain in his ass and something he hoped never to do again. With all the 'what happens when I do this?' and 'how does this make you feel?', Lyle was getting tired of it.

So far it was only Fike, Zhang and Mansk without Avatars, the rest of the team has had theirs for the past few months already. And even when everyone got their big blue cat bodies they'd still have to wait for the Colonel. The techs said that his one would take longer since they were implanting his consciousness into the Avatar, something they don't really know how to do, but they had their fingers crossed.

But he's a marine, he's expected to adapt to whatever gets thrown at him. But god-fucking-damnit is he sick of it all.

He's sick of having spent years on that fucking ship while the lab techs worked on the teams' Avatars. He didn't know why the government even paid for them, didn't understand why they were to go after that traitor Sully, why they had to go back to that absolute hellscape. But he didn't question it, simply because it wasn't his job. He's a very 'do what you're told and don't ask questions' kind of man and he wouldn't have it any other way, because he knew that when he started to question things, he wouldn't like what he'd find.

And what he hated the most was getting his tattoos on his Avatar body. Why couldn't they just do it while he wasn't in the fucking thing so he doesn't have to sit for fucking hours on a chair that was too small and have someone stab him in the arm repeatedly? But nooo, they can't risk the Avatar being damaged and only being aware of it hours later when Lyle gets into it again.

It was honestly just a waste of his time, which he could have spent doing more productive things, like beating Mansk at poker, messing around with Lopez with Warren and Prager (that was his favourite pass time) or training.

But here he was, sitting on a cold steel table in a paper poncho-looking-ass thing that was held together by a few flimsy strings. This meant that the back wasn't fully closed so now his ass cheeks were directly on the cold table, god forbid he relaxes his clenched thighs so his balls touch the cold surface.

One of the techs was poking around in his mouth for whatever goddamn reason and another was poking at that long-ass braid he now had. They had told him why they wanted him here, but if he was being honest, he wasn't even listening. Anything after the words "come to the labs" is lost to him. Walker has told him so many times that he should listen to them, but Lyle wasn't even listening to her so what was the point even?

But Lyle knew that he needs to break this habit once the Colonel was back because he knows that Quaritch will have his balls if he finds out that Lyle was slacking off in the slightest, even if it was simply just listening to people.

Zoning out was something Lyle had become an expert at, he does it a lot these days. He needs to break that habit too, can't have the Colonel catching him staring off into space when he's supposed to be working.

A techy was shining a light in his eyes now, mumbling something about the way his pupils dilated or some other. Blinking away the blotches in his vision he focused on the techy. Curly brown hair, like waves of chocolate falling down her back, dark eyes that don't reflect the bright lights of the lab, seemingly sucking in all the light like a black hole. She had a curvy figure, nice wide hips and full breasts. Lyle bets he could fit his entire hand over one and there would still be supple flesh spilling out between his fingers, even if he was in his Avatar.

Her voice was deep, deeper than he expected, with a hint of an accent that he can't quite place, which just made him want to hear her actually talk, not just mumble. All he wanted to do at that moment was to put his broad blue hands on her hips and pin her against the nearest surface, to feel how small she would be compared to him. He wondered what it would feel like if he were to—

A knock at the door, causing Lyle's eyes to follow the techy's swaying hips as she walks to the adjacent wall, pressing a button to slide the door open. Zdinarsk practically strutted inside, sharp feline-like green eyes focusing on him. He felt pinned under her gaze, ears tipping back just the slightest. She was in her Avatar just like him, looking as deadly as she does when she's human. Lyle can admit that this wouldn't be the first time that he thought about what it would be like to be clamped between her powerful thighs as he ate her out. The thought is even more prominent now when he sees the way her thighs generously fill out her combat trousers, not so dissimilar to when she's human, but now much more tempting.

Goddamn Lyle, get a grip for fucks sake, you work with her and it would be against protocol to fraternize with your squad mates.

He blames the techy, if she didn't look so fucking delectable in that lab coat and button-up dark navy shirt, collar dipped deep enough to put her cleavage proudly on display, and those tight pants that seemed moulded to her supple thighs, he would be thinking of Zdinarsk like this.

Damnit he's hard now.

"Get your clothes back on, Ardmore wants to see you," she said, already turning away, "and maybe deal with your not-so-little problem, don't think she'll like how happy you are to see her." She pointed a slender blue finger at his crotch, a sizeable tent forming in his paper gown. Lyle wasn't even embarrassed, this wasn't the first time he got hard in her presence, but the techy on the other hand, her dark eyes were staring hungrily at his bulge, biting her lip. Lyle thinks he can circle back to that thought he had before Zdinarsk barged in.

He heard Zdinarsk chuckle, looking back he watched her leave, slim hips swaying as she walked away. That little tease.

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"Ah, Corporal, good to see you finally got away from the techs," Ardmore said, turning to him as he walked up, towering over her as he stood at attention. The corner of Lyle's lips quirked up the slightest, the barest hint of a smile forming, "You can say that again, General, felt like I was never gunna get away."

Ardmore chuckled lightly, gesturing him to follow as she turned.

They were in the admin area, specifically the main control area. The number of screens in this place was unreal, Lyle couldn't even tell what they were displaying. He saw a few that were security footage of the defence wall, occasionally someone marched across the screen, gun in hand. Others showed schematics of some of the building projects, the one of the future corporate sites looked promising.

She led them down a long hallway towards the labs. Lyle was now regretting his decision coming, he had just come from the labs, couldn't she have just met him there instead of him coming up all the way here? But when she led them past the med bays, towards where they developed the Avatars, did Lyle think he knew why she wanted to see him.

Standing over the floating body of Colonel Miles Qauritch was an... interesting experience. Lyle never expected to see his commanding officer like this, all blue and floating and naked.

"As you can see Corporal, the Colonel is practically fully developed and will be operating very soon." She turned to look up at him, even if she was much shorter than him when he was an Avatar, her sheer presence made up for the lack of height advantage that she usually used on her subordinates. He had no doubt that she could put him on his ass even if he was almost five feet taller than her.

Lyle nodded, barely tearing his eyes away from the Colonel, having this weird fascination with seeing him just float there, twitching occasionally but overall very still.

Ardmore was quiet for a moment, staring at the Colonel in a similar way to Lyle, most likely having the same thoughts as him. "I want you and your team to be ready for an excursion by the end of the week, you'll be taking the Colonel for a test drive." There was a humourous tilt in her voice, eyes alight with something Lyle can't quite place.

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The jungle hadn't changed a bit from when he last saw it, though this time around it seemed that everything was more vibrant, like there had been a filter over his eyes that dulled the world around him and now it was like that filter had been lifted, and the jungle seemed to be bursting with colour. Even if was wearing his sunglasses, which he was surprised fit on his Avatar, the colours around him seemed to be jumping out at him.

Their guns were held high as they marched, through the underbrush of this god-forsaken jungle, forced to duck beneath branches and step over roots and slide down steep embankments. It was clear that everybody hated it, the grumbling and whining gave Lyle a headache.

His jaw gave a slight twinge of pain as he clenched his teeth just a bit too much, still hurting from the punch he received when the Colonel woke up. He could just tell that it was going to be bruised tomorrow. But Lyle can admit, Quaritch can pack a mean punch, even if he had just woken up from something that could be considered an almost two-decade-long coma. And having the Avatar's strength backing him up, he'll be a force to be reckoned with once he found his bearings.

The jungle was as humid as ever and so fucking loud. It was like every possible thing that was capable of making noise was screaming as loud as it could. It sounded like a warning, like the jungle knew what they were and what they were doing and it didn't like what it was seeing. It only got louder the further they went, with each step they took bringing on a new crescendo of noise, louder than the first.

Alarm bells went off in his head, he did not like what was happening. A jungle should never be this loud, especially when there were people in it.

They slid down another embankment, scattering the leaf litter and loose soil. The noise only grew louder. And louder and louder and louder, and then…

Silence.

Pure silence, like all the sound, was sucked away like it was never there, to begin with.

Lyle's ears rang painfully, the sudden silence worsening the ache behind his eyes.

And then, through the deafening silence, came a sweet sound.

A giggle, high and child-like, something Lyle hasn't heard in so long. It no doubt came from a kid, but what was a kid doing so deep in the jungle? Was the kid alone? Were they here with their parents? Why was Lyle so suddenly concerned about a child he has never met? Who knows.

Another giggle, like little bells, and then the thwip of an arrow soaring through the air and the thud it makes when it has met its target.

The Colonel held his hand up, fist balled tight and they froze. Guns at the ready, they formed a loose circle, and their heads craned up to search the tree tops. They heard it again, the whistle of an arrow and the thud. Over and over and over, the laughing didn't stop either, occasionally joined by a much deeper chuckle that practically harmonized with the sweet giggle.

Then silence again. The deafening quiet that set Lyle's hair on end, waiting and waiting for something he didn't know.

Quaritch lowered his hand, quietly commanding them to push forward, saying something about being sitting ducks. God Lyle should really start listening to people.

The squad moved, changing their formation into a line, each taking turns to swivel around and scan the jungle behind them. This went on till they heard the rustle of leaves, off to the right. Lyle wanted to stop and investigate, but the Colonel had other ideas. He urged them to keep marching.

"My god, was it really necessary to send us out so soon after the Colonel came back?" Prager mumbled, he was towards the back of the group, far away enough that the Colonel didn't hear him. "Watch it," Walker hissed as she smacked the back of his head. Prager growled at her, fully embracing his new cat-like abilities. Walker in turn just rolled her eyes and urged him forward, joining the rest as they marched onward.

Lyle sighed. "Can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with Prager, it's too soon to bring him out in the field when he just woke up yesterday." He ducked beneath a branch, pulling it back slightly so it hits Ja in the face as he was the one behind him.

The branch collided with Ja's face with a nice thwack, making the man reel back, at the same time Zdinarsk said, "Better tell that to the Colonel, Wainfleet," with a tease in her voice. Lopez let out the most absurd snort at the way Ja's face contorted as he spat out the small leaves from his mouth, taking pleasure from his squad mate's misfortune.

"Quiet down, who knows what kinda killers are lurking in this hellscape." the Colonel was quick to silence their laughs, snapping that the team more than he should with a team as skilled and experienced as them.

The team was silent again, marching on like good little soldiers. They took turns scanning each others six's, guns aimed at anything that moved. They continued like this till they heard the rustling again, the team crouched slightly, leaving Fike standing as he searched the tree tops. He had the sharpest eye and best shot out of them all, he could shoot a flee of a bull's hind, he was that good.

He waivered on a single spot before moving on, Lyle was expecting the crackled of the comms as Fike spoke. "There's one hiding in the nearest tree on my ten, how should I proceed?"

Lyle glanced at the Colonel, the man's jaw was clenched tight as he searched for whatever Fike saw. "Act ignorant, make it seem that they have the upper hand,"

"Yessir,"

They stood again and continued onward, now aware of the spying eyes on them. It was tense, Lyle couldn't help but feel pinned beneath the hidden gaze of their watcher, now overly conscious about the way he moved through the underbrush of the jungle.

A few minutes later Brown's voice came over the comms, "I got another one, standing out in the open on a big ass tree, not that hard to miss," Lyle followed his gaze and saw a small figure standing on a branch on one of the biggest trees he's seen in his life. He could see a slim tail swish behind them, clearly indicating their unease.

The figure stood there for a moment before it almost sprang into action, scurrying up a thick vine and vanishing between the leaves and branches.

He heard Quaritch curse softly, likely having seen the figure disappear as well. The Colonel turned back to the group, eyes hard. "We're going to that tree, we can't let it tell the others we're here." The group nodded and followed the Colonel as he cut through the underbrush, making his way to the tree. As they walked, Lyle couldn't help but think about that figure, it was so small, too small to be an adult. Dread sat heavy in his stomach at the thought of it being the child they heard earlier, the one with that sweet laugh.

They were marching to kill the child, the one with the laugh of little bells ringing on the warm breeze.

Lyle was suddenly aware of the absence of their hidden watcher. The almost chill that settled over him. The watcher was probably that child's parent, and they were marching to kill the child, and likely the parent as well. Lyle didn't think he could see through with it.

As they neared the tree, they heard the rustling again. Then a figure swung over their heads, clutching a thick vine as they landed on the branch the child was last saw on. Lyle could tell that this was their watcher, but they weren't an adult, far from it really.

It was another child, a bit older than the first, but a child still.

Their watcher stood tall on the branch, Warren had his rifle pointed at them, waiting for the go-ahead from the Colonel, but the man stayed silent. Their watcher brought a hand up to cup their mouth, and then they heard a loud whoop. Then all at once the sounds of the jungle came back, it unnerved Lyle the way it happened. Once their watcher had finished, thy sound returned like it wasn't gone in the first place.

Their watcher stood rigid as they whooped again, louder this time, almost silencing the renewed noise of the jungle. To Lyle, it seemed that they were calling to the other child, like a mother calling to her own. After the third whoop, it had begun to sound desperate. He chanced a glance at Warren, his rifle still held fast on their watcher, did he not notice that he was pointing a gun at a child? Did he even care?

Then their watcher's calls were answered with high chirps, like the birds from Earth. It seemed so out of place yet fit in so seamlessly.

Their watcher's head whipped up, scanning the tree tops above them, and then they grabbed at a vine and climbed high into the tree, almost disappearing from their view. He heard Warren curse, "Damnit, there's too many leaves in the way, I can't get a clear shot."

The Colonel sighed, sharp eyes trained on their watcher through the leaves. "Then wait for one."

Lyle could barely make the outline of the two children from behind the branches and leaves, he could see them embrace one another, the older of the two holding the small ones face, wiping away the tears that were surely there.

He didn't think he could kill them even if he had a gun to his head.

Soon the two began to climb higher in the tree, the older one seemed to know they were there, watching them as they had. They were almost out of sight again when the older one looked down, straight at the barrel of Warren's gun. He spoke, "I've got a clear shot again, it's now or never Colonel,"

No response. Then...

"Take it."

Warren clicked off the safety, adjusting it slightly. "At your command Colonel."

Then he pulled the trigger.

Their watcher's eyes widened as they dodged, using a vine to swing out of the way of the bullet, letting it hit the thick trunk of the tree, splintering it. The younger one screamed, frozen in place as Warren shot again, still aiming for their watcher. The bullet just missed, their watcher having twisted their body so they pressed tightly against the tree trunk, almost disappearing between the vines.

"Kä, tsyìl Tuk!" their watched yelled, urging the younger up the tree, but they stayed frozen, clutching at the vines beneath their small hands.

"Again." said the Colonel.

Warren said nothing as he pulled the trigger again.

This time he aimed for the younger one, and the bullet collided just next to their head, a clear warning shot. The younger screamed again, pained as the splintered wood shot at their face. Their grip loosened and they began to fall back, hands clutching at their face. Their watcher yelled as they launched themselves at the younger, catching them as they both continued to fall to the ground.

Lyle thought they were falling to their deaths. He was watching two children being killed just because they were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

He felt sick.

But then he heard the cry of a beast. Watched as a winged creature broke through the treetops and dove sharply for the two children, catching them on its back as it soared above them, so close that they could feel the displaced wind as it flapped its massive wings.

"Don't just stand there, shoot it!"

The team all lifted their weapons, and safetys clicked off as they opened fire. The air soon filled with the sound of gunfire, the smoke from their weapons burned Lyle's nose.

But the beast twisted in the air like some winged acrobat, dodging their onslaught of bullets as it entered the thick treetops and soon vanished from their view. The only thing left from it was the powerful wingbeats as it broke through the treetops and entered the open sky, well and truly gone now.

"Base, this is Colonel Quaritch, do you have satellite imaging of my coordinates?"

Lyle didn't understand why the Colonel had such a request but stayed silent.

Soon he had an answer. "Colonel Quaritch, this is Base, why do you need satellite imaging?"

"Because I need you to track something for me."

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translations in order of appearance:

Kä, tsyìl Tuk! - Go, climb Tuk!

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@iwaslikeblah @liyahsocorro

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

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ithillyienseowyn · 2 years ago

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Anywhoo its been like 3 weeks now and really not important to me that much at this point in time? but its been nagging at me since seeing the movie and seeing the offhand comment this past week that I just am {???} about so I feel I'm at liberty to say that I think among the minuscule knit picks you've all had about what was included and what was not from the animation {are fair but a bit silly in hindsight} I'm mostly talking about them excluding the whole I lost her once line when AFTER the fight with Ursula little boo bear Eric swam all through the night {pretty tired from fatigue} AND WAS READY TO HAUL ASS BACK INTO THE OCEAN OUT OF DESPERATION TO GO FIND ARIEL, {really to me that is why that line was not needed also this is why I think they added the whole bit of those two separated after Ursula took Ariel back to the sea. Just so we could see hey these two miss each other and are {MISERABLE} without each other. But here is this invisible-like tether these two share between them.

But the thing that is just nagging at me is people who have said in the past that it didn't even look like Ariel was even interested in Eric in this version or that they toned down the romance from her side {they didn't?} she is very much in love with him just as much as he is with her, perfectly proven in the scene after they get back from their day out in town when he's out here thanking her for getting him out of the castle for a day because my boi is all but suffocated and feeling trapped while there with little else to do, which is probably why he spends all his time in his little library}.

Also there is the whole bit about how he loses his spy glass in the ocean and how the first thing Ariel catches after she see's the ship pass over her alcove is him talking about wanting his freedom and passions and all these other things. And them bonding over his collection of maps and doodads. Like you don't understand how much I LOVED this movie for the fact that they were like lets do away with the 3 days romance but still have it but let these two form a friendship and bond that has more weight than Ariel just needing to kiss Eric it made me so {GIDDY} to see these two fall in love slowly and on their own. I was out here LIVING for the longing silent pining and angst these shared for each other.

IDK there is just something about the little comments nagging on what isn't as big of a deal as others are making it out to be that makes me so defensive on this version's behalf.

#misc #text #tlm text #tbh people's comments over this movie have been so weird to me and got me raising my eyebrow more than once

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otakween · 2 years ago

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Digimon World: Digital Card Battle (1999) - 6 hours in

Back to the PSX for another Japan-only game! I'm already in love with this one. Not only do I get to revisit the super charming Digimon World 1 world, but this time around the gameplay isn't batshit and the writing is coherent. Hurray! So far, the Japanese has been pretty easy and the card game was easy to pickup, so I'm feeling optimistic about getting through this one without much difficulty.

This is definitely going to take me longer than the v-pet style games I've been playing, but I'm actually kind of relieved to have one game I can stick with for awhile. Learning a new game's mechanics every week can get tiring.

Notes:

-That opening CG was pretty rough looking not gonna lie. Greymon looked okay, but they had not perfected furry characters yet in 1999

-Very confusing how this game fits into Digimon World 1. This time we get Babamon instead of Jijimon, but Mameo's still the protagonist. I like to think this is an alternate, wholesome timeline where everything's the same but there's no violence, just card games lol. It's kind of a cool extension of the other game because in DW1 you could buy trading cards (I had to collect them all to get a medal), but they didn't really serve a purpose other than maybe to sell them.

-Babamon's intro was weirdly meta. She asks you for your IRL name and then is like "well, no matter what you really look like, you're gonna be piloting this anime boy for awhile." And then you name Mameo. Like wut? Is my real name every going to be used?? Oh well...

-I picked the "balanced" starter deck, mostly because I didn't really understand the descriptions for the other ones lol. I think one was good at offense and the other was good at defense? Reminded me of Kingdom Hearts when they ask you to choose between magic, defense, and attack power.

-I love the visual novel-esque style of this game! Mameo's character portrait is very expressive and the digimon all have a lot of personality. It's similar to Animal Crossing where they have unique speech styles based on their species. It's super cute. I like how the child-levels are child-like (have messy handwriting, don't understand big concepts etc.).

-Very cool to revisit this setting in Japanese and in a stress-free way! I don't have to worry about my digimon pooping on the ground or being ambushed by a digimon that's too strong. Without these worries I can focus on appreciating the background art and music. I also really like that I have an overworld map now instead of having to walk everywhere (normally I like that kind of exploration, but not when I'm stressed about my digimon's needs).

-I am not an experienced TCG player at all. In fact, I think this is my first legit TCG-based video game. The Betamon tutorial was very gentle and well done which totally alleviated my worries. I like how simplistic the rules are and the card game has a good balance between luck and skill. Also, if you lose, the game doesn't penalize you much.

-I will say that battles last a very long time. I don't mind this, because they're fun, but I only really have stamina for two a day because of this. I think if I did any more than that I'd get burned out by the repetitiveness. I do like that some locations don't trigger any battles at all, so there's visual novel-like bits in-between to give you a break while still progressing.

-I can't find it on YouTube but the soundtrack that plays when the Goburimon bros show up was great, awesome comedic relief.

-Ran into some pretty obscure Japanese slang with the Goburimon telling me to "wash my ass" lol. Apparently it comes from the expression "wash your neck and wait" which insinuates "you better prepare your neck cuz I'm gonna decapitate you." So I guess "wash your ass" means like "prepare your ass cuz I'm about to beat it!" That's some creative smack talk there.

-From what I can tell, the plot is basically the same so far. The digimon are acting strange/have lost their memories due to "bug cards." The new thing is that I have to go find 7 "leaders" who have special cards that act as keys to Infinity Mountain. It sounds like those leaders are all familiar faces from DW1, so that's fun.

#digimon world digital card battle #digimon #PSX #gaming #digimon world #video games

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tears-of-boredom · 1 year ago

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okay im going to find out how different genshin is rn. i dont have money for zelda games so the knockoff gacha version will have to do. if its not horrible still. sorry i just fucking hated kind of everything about sumeru. i mean the aranaras where cute, but their quest line was literally the only one i cared about. and the restrictiveness of it all started to piss me off. you couldnt really do shit. cant catch big animals. cant interact with like anything in the world. cant even buy cooking ingredients with the small ass stock. cant lower the rendering distance. cant do quests because "a character is busy with another one of your quests", like what even is that. just hide the models if you don't want the player to see double of a character. also I really hate the animation that happens when you go to the menu/tab thing. I hate how the counters on choosing stacked objects accelerate. i hate how every character looks the same. I hate how you cant skip dialogue efficiently. i hate the arbitrary limitations in the teapot realm build mode. I hate the pointless dialogue options. I hate how the bounty enemies spawn near other enemies. i hate how the hilichurls have been proven to have sentience but the player has to continue killing them. I hate how limited the "difficulty mode" chooser is. i hate the way you have no indication on if a surface is climable or not. i hate the way trees show no indication when you've gotten all the wood that you can from one. i hate how pyro characters get cold just as easily as others, and how fire from their abilities does not affect the cold meter at all. I hate the way boss enemies cant be hit multiple times in a row, and need a pause in between every hit for them to register. i hate the way ley line blooms have no visible count down to their dissapearance, despite there existing one. i hate how they made a single new bait for every fish in sumeru. I hate how the map doesnt show underground areas. i hate how boss enemies take forever to complete their wake up animation, making surprise plummet attacks impossible. i hate how they're getting kids addicted to gambling. "Fresh and Tasty Chop Suey!". "We'll grill your entire fish!". "Fengen's Ironmongers". "Moonpies! That's what I'll make him!"...

have they released a new nation yet? im most excited about the hydro nation probably. I don't have much faith in pyro, and cryo aka uhh i forgot the name...wtv so i feel like cryo will be too story focused that you won't really get chances to do things on your own. I mean id like some old ass, fancy ass, russian empire stuff. maybe we'll get female characters that dont wear booty shorts and thigh highs. perhaps we'll get slavic faces. although thats just wishful thinking. i doubt that they'll spend money on any more player skeletons lmao. although they really arent doing shit with the models either. actually yeah, even if they didnt want to pay someone to make new skeleton rigs, they could definetly do a lot more with the models than what theyre doing now. like genuinely it would not be hard to alter the models to make each one at least a bit unique. like please dont continue to do that smooth skinny dolls with little noses ass shit. also why are their faces so bare. most there is is when the hair covers a part of their faces. but like,, tattoos? smudges? freckles? moles? scars? birthmarks? piercings? like literally anything omg.

i dont have any faith in HoYo to have fixed any of these tbh. i just like having games that have routine things you can do every day, with no big consequences if you miss a day or a week. ill see what updates i can find on it. ill probably download it either way, even if it still sucks and feels tiring. ill delete it if I hate it so much.

#quite literally this time lmao..#tearful stuff

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spectre-writes · 2 years ago

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I called it a while back, but I'm still disappointed. I would pay full price for a full campaign mode. I am NOT paying for bite sized chunks that they can spread out and force me to pay drastically more than a full game would just to get some actual story conclusion. It's predatory. Heck, I'd pay full price for OW2 if it came with the promise of hundreds of free unlockable cosmetics, new maps/modes, events, all new heroes instantly playable etc. for years to come. OW2 is already a shell of its former self, with everything trying to point you toward the shop and hook you on the idea of microtransactions, the quality of the game is being sacrificed in the name of profit and it shows.

At this point, there's very little for f2p players... battle pass gives you next to nothing on the free track. Can't earn enough in game currency to buy anything (1 skin a year if you grind all your weeklies every week). 'Events' are likewise just an excuse to try and sell you more skins in the shop, with maybe some sprays or name cards you can earn by grinding a lazy event mode (like deathmatch with some new abilities and a limited hero pool is not exciting seriously, or a Rein Vs. kids mode that pretty much already existed in custom games).

Archives is gone. They give out old skins veteran players already have as rewards occasionally because they can't be asked to make anything that requires effort if they can't sell it for sweet sweet money. New hero out? Oh you can't play them unless you hand over your money or grind for weeks... (Hero locks should not even exist, spits in the face of the original philosophy of the game, which was an even playing field with everyone having access to the same tools).

Matchmaking is terrible. Removing end cards was a mistake. Push is boring and I'm not a big fan of 5v5. I don't think they've done anything since OW2's release that I've actually been a fan of?

Like I get wanting to earn money... I get it. But this is plain predatory, and I honestly don't understand how they expect the game to live a long life when they aren't creating anything to entice f2p players back? Overwatch is a multi-player game, it requires a good player count to keep q times down... Sell your stupid $19 skins the the shop if you must, but unless there's exciting content for people who don't want to pay for a battlepass or other microtransaction bullshit, the game will die.

These new story missions might promise 'permanent unlock' but the fact people have to pay $15 to even play them means the player pool will already be small... a few weeks after release, you'll struggle to even play them, they'd have to fill your team with bots... Plus, if the first bundle is underwhelming, you bet your ass less people will buy the next one, so the problem will only get worse.

Look, honestly I'm just tired... I've been playing Overwatch since the first summer games, some 7 years (?) back... about 2000hrs on the clock... longtime fan, it was my biggest obsession for a shameful amount of time. I've bought the art book, figures, clothing, I've watched the OWL, I've drawn fanart and written fanfic, got other people into the game... by all accounts I should be an ideal customer. But because I keep the hell away from any kind of microtransaction or ingame purchase (that's a rabbit hole I don't want to go down) my experience is unimportant.

I made a pledge to myself last year that I wasn't going to give Blizz another cent (not even merch) until they made meaningful change to how they operate and the future of Overwatch, and frankly that's just not going to happen. I've barely touched it for the last couple of months, I think I'll log on to play a few matches in the next week, then uninstall for good. It hurts but I think it'll be for the best. I don't even feel excited about it anymore. Maybe I just play once in a blue moon because it's so familiar.

Sorry for the rant but I just want this off my chest.

Blizzard exec 1: hey, what’s the Worst thing we could possibly do in the middle of all the PVE outrage?

Blizzard exec 2: 😏

#overwatch #i still love the characters but i'm gonna pretend the game doesn't exist and they're something separate

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fandomsandfeminism · 3 years ago

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@anachrolady

Since my replies seem to be giving me some trouble, let's talk about this article you sent me.

See, while this writer did a great job of repeating the same tired arguments we were all taught in middle school history, he doesn't actually give any evidence for them.

"Undemocratic? Absolutely. That’s the point."

I LOVE when people just...admit this.

For example:

That’s why America is not a democracy. We’re a constitutional republic. The Electoral College is part of that

This is just straight up not true. Even ignoring the little rhetorical game of "not a democracy, a republic" (which is like saying a square isn't a rectangle) the EC is not the reason we are a republic. We're a republic because we elect representatives, rather than taking a general election vote on legislation directly. The EC has nothing to do with that.

The Electoral College has other advantages. It asserts that all the states matter, big and small. States are political entities whose elected officials are by definition closer and more accountable to the people they serve...This means states must at some level compete with one another to improve the lives of their residents

This offers neither evidence nor even REASONING for why the Electoral College would mean that states have to be receptive to their citizens quality of life or freedoms. It's literally a non-sequitur.

The Electoral College also makes sure that presidential candidates don’t spend all their time in the most populated areas of the country.

This one is a popular claim, but is also just straight up ignores reality. YES, the EC means that candidates don't just campaign in the states with the largest populations. Instead it means that they only campaign in SWING STATES. Two thirds of the presidential and vice-presidential post-convention campaign events were conducted in just four states in 2012 (Ohio, Florida, Virginia, and Iowa).

Why this is somehow better, no one has bothered to explain.

ethnically concentrated regions of countries all across the globe have seen brutal violence and outright war because their political interests were ignored by far-away majorities who ruled over them. The electoral college helps mitigate that risk by incentivizing presidential candidates to pay attention to all parts of the country.

Not only is "the EC is the reason we don't have civil war" a WILD CLAIM (we DID have a civil war WHILE WE HAD THE EC) it's also built on the assumption that the EC promotes candidates going to all parts of the country. It doesn't.

If you want the presidency, Democrats, win it fair and square.

And this is what I mean when I say the EC encourages people to treat elections like they are a sporting game, or some kind of Risk style board game.

The idea that the *same style of election* we use for EVERYTHING ELSE - govenors, senators, congressmen, mayors, city council, Railroad commisoner- is somehow CHEATING if we were to apply it to the presidency is absolutely mind boggling.

The EC and its points and it's flat red vs blue maps has made people imagine that states are political monoliths. That either you are a Red state or a Blue state and it's a game to see how much of the map you can control and how many points you can get.

This is how the country actually votes. No state is won by larger than a 70% margin. No county or city is 100%.

California had more Trump votes (6 million) than Texas (5.8 million.) Texas had more Biden votes (5.259 million) than New York (5.244 billion). But yall have let those solid red v blue maps rot your brain, and you haven't checked a single claim that supposedly justifies this ass-backwards system.

Do better.

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emilymaxximoff · 2 years ago

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Souls Don't Meet on Accident; Rafe Cameron X Fem!Reader; Part 1

CW: Angst, Language, Fluff, Violence, Mentions of Parental Abuse, Drugs, Mentions of Sexual Activity, 18+ Minors DNI

Description: Life sucks lately and your boyfriend Rafe Cameron has done some pretty messed up things. Despite this you still love him and will do anything to help him. As his life continues to crumble you prove that despite all the shit you have to go through, sometimes people are just meant to find each other.

Word count: 2268

A/N: Sorry this is a bit hard to follow at first. I kinda got ahead of myself but I still like it so here we are. The first interaction with Rafe is just a flashback to how you met and shit cause it made me happy to think about. It gets pretty dark so please beware. Enjoy this long ass piece and it would mean a lot if you reposted if you enjoy. I work for a long time on this one and I liked how it turned out. Love ya!

The Outer Banks was hot and sticky. Living your whole life on the cut ensured you hardly ever had air conditioning but becoming friends with Sarah Cameron gave you access to air conditioning whenever you were at her house and it was amazing. You savored those moments you spent not sweating like a pig but the place you treasured most on these days was John B's house. Even the beautiful Sarah Cameron chose to stay there, despite her cool house in the luxurious Figure Eight. All your friends stayed there and lounged on the sun porch drinking and laughing. It was moments like these that made you forget all the chaos of your life. How you and the other pouges had found a treasure map. How you hadn't spoke to your parents in weeks. How no one had seen Big John in months. But it couldn't get one thing off your mind. Rafe Cameron.

You had known him for a long time ever since you and Sarah had become best friends during freshman year of high school. You had been smitten but you knew his reputation but that didn't mean you couldn't be friends. You still had your crush and it only got worse the more you hung out with him alone more and more. Eventually you noticed how he stopped talking to girls and you saw less and less of the old playboy Rafe you had known before. You brushed it off until the day you overheard the conversation he had with Topper about his lack of prowess.

"Come on man, what is going on with you? She wants to fuck and she's so your type. This doesn't sound very much like the fuckboy I know and love." Topper told Rafe one evening outside the Cameron pool.

"I just don't want to. Not in the mood." he mumbled back in response.

"Ok dude, this isn't like you. Why haven't you slept with anyone in like 6 months?" Topper pushed.

You furrowed your brows as you listened from the open door leading into the kitchen. You didn't mean to start listening when you came down to get some drinks for you and Sarah but you couldn't help it. Rafe had always slept around and you had no idea it had been that long since he had sex.

"I just," Rafe started and paused. "I kinda got my eye on someone. She cool and beautiful and she makes me want to be better."

"Who the fuck you talking about man. The only girl you're not related to that you give the time of day is Y/N." Topper said right before he burst out, putting two and two together. "Oh My God! You wanna fuck your sisters best friend!"

A hand went up to your mouth, surpassing a gasp. He felt the same and you couldn't believe it. You didn't want to betray Sarah but you wanted to walk out there right then and kiss his pink lips.

"Fuck dude. Don't put it like that. It's more than that and you make it sound so bad. And just a reminder you're fucking my sister." Rafe retorted.

"Hey no. I love Sarah that's not fair." Topper said.

"I mean..."

"Omg you love her. Holy shit." Topper said louder then he mean to.

"Bro shut up. Keep your voice down, but yeah I think so." Rafe mumbled.

You sprinted quietly up the stairs back to Sarah's room. You tired to push what you had heard out of your head but you couldn't stop thinking about it. Your stomach had butterflies and you wanted Rafe to come sweep you off your feet so badly.

About 20 minutes after that Sarah got a text that she smiled and laughed at. Before you could ask what she was laughing at, she quickly sprung off her bed to change her clothes.

"What's so funny? Why are you getting up?" you giggled.

"Oh nothing, just going out with Topper." she smiled.

"Ok I guess?" you said looking at Sarah with confusion. "I guess I'll go home then."

"No!" she quickly blurted. "Stay here. I'll be back in a couple hours."

"Ok fine I guess." You were so confused but you just went with the flow and laid back on her bed watching her grab her purse and rush out her door before she turned back to make one more comment.

"Hey Y/N. I just wanna say I love you and your are my family and do whatever makes you happy." she laughed before running down the stairs.

"Love you too dork." you yelled after her before taking a deep breath and picking up your phone to scroll through social media.

Things were quiet for a bit before you heard a knock on Sarah's door. The door creaked open before you could answer and there stood the beautiful Rafe Cameron.

"Hey Rafe what's up?" you asked, confused as to why he was in her room.

"Hey Y/N. I just like- I wanted to talk about something." he said stumbling over his words and looking at the ground nervously.

You sat up straight, crossing your legs and putting your phone down next to you. "Yeah what's up."

"How much of that conversation did you hear earlier and before you deny it, Topper saw you run up the stairs." he said sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Oh ummm I'm sorry I didn't mean to eavesdrop. It's just the door was open and I came down to get drinks and so I'm sorry" you said, embarrassed by your actions.

"But like how much did you hear."

"I'm assuming most of it." you admitted. "I heard everything after that girl wanting to fuck you. I'm not judging though. I get it. It's complicated."

"Shit-" he said under his breath. "So how do you feel about all of that?"

"You're Sarah's brother." you responded.

"That's not what I asked. Also I got the go ahead from her to talk to you about this."

"Is that what the surprise date with Topper was about?" you chuckled.

"Yeah it was. You still are avoiding my question." he said, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes that made your heart melt.

"Ok. If Sarah gave you the go ahead, I do feel the same. At least based on what you said. I have for a while but I thought you didn't really date and all that plus Sarah and I just didn't wanna ruin how close we are. I'd be lying though if I didn't say I've had butterflies ever since I accidentally heard your conversation." you gave a shy smile at the end.

"Sarah is fine with it. I promise no bridges burned there. Plus she is in love with my best friend so it's only fair that I'm in love with her best friend." he smirked.

"So you actually did mean it?"

Rafe didn't answer with words to that question. Every word that he could ever say would never get across how much he loved you. He instead kissed you like he had never kissed anyone before. It was gentle but passionate and it filled you with happiness and warmth. You both struggled to get closer and closer, not wanting to be apart anymore. He pulled you onto his lap and continued to kiss you, barely pulling away to catch his breath. He picked you up and walked down he hallway to his room. That was the first time you slept with Rafe but it would not be the last.

Over the next year you would continue to date and fall deeper and deeper in love but recently he had been haunted by his past. He had to deal with Barry and his relapses. His dad had been even worse, ridiculing him and beating him. It affected him greatly and he often came to your house on the cut, somewhere he never thought he'd go, to escape his dad and to hold you close because right now you were the only one who cared. All your friends hated him for the awful things he had done. Everyone saw him as a monster but you just saw him as broken and in need of help. You couldn't leave him. You loved him and time and time again you would continue to forgive him but now your relationship had to be kept on the down low to prevent all your friends from leaving you. You weren't lying per say but more just not talking about him as much.

Your thoughts about your lover boy were promptly interrupted when Sarah's face fell and she looked at you with dread. You looked back at her with confusion and worry before she got up from her seat next to John B to grab you and walk out front.

"Sarah what's going on?" you said stopping to turn facing her.

"Rose just texted me Rafe SOS." she whispered in your ear. Even though we were across the yard, she didn't want the rest of the pouges to hear.

"What?" you asked, panicked.

"I don't want to go there without you but I have to leave. If things are bad, you might be the only one that can get through to him. We have to go now." she said pulling you towards her car. "Guys! I'm gonna take Y/N and go home! My dad needs me!" she called back.

"Bye guys!" you called back, trying to sound calm.

You both waved as you pulled out of the driveway, acting collected and pretending as if nothing was wrong. You felt tears stream down your face. You were scared for Rafe. You wondered what Ward had done or if he was back on drugs. Rafe would never hurt you but he sure as hell would hurt others if he was pushed far enough. He might even be hurt himself.

You pulled up to the Cameron house and everything seemed normal at first but as you walked inside you saw the disarray the foyer was in. The wall had a hole in it and glasses were broken with a table turned over. Fuck.

Rose rushed over and immediately rushed over and explained what had happened. Rafe and his dad had gotten into a fight and it was nasty. After the fact Rafe had rushed upstairs to his room and they had heard yelling and sobbing through the door. With that you rushed up the stairs towards his room, stepping over debris. You knocked on his door gently but opened it up without waiting for a response. At that moment a mug came flying towards the door, hitting the wall next to your head, shattering into tiny pieces.

You gasped and flinched. It had scared you but when you looked over and saw Rafe staring at you with tears streaming down his face, you could tell he regretted it. He looked at you, regretting all his actions and he started crying even harder.

"Y/N?" he whispered before breaking down and whimpering "I'm sorry." over and over again.

You made your way over to him, wrapping him in a hug and telling him that it was ok. At your touch he crumpled, falling onto his knees and sobbing into your chest. You fell with him, rubbing his back and kissing the top of his head. He finally gained enough composure after what felt like forever to speak to you in real sentences.

"I'm so sorry Y/N. Please you have to forgive me. I was trying to do the right thing."

"Hey Rafe it's ok I promise. Whatever you did it's ok."

"I was doing what I thought he wanted and it wasn't enough. Nothing I ever do will be enough. He just hates me."

"Rafe it's ok. You are enough he just can't see it. Please believe me. I love you. Please tell me what you did."

"I can't say it."

"Rafe you need to tell me what happened."

"I- I tried to get into business with Barry so I could bribe the cops to be on my dad's side."

"Wait..." you looked at him with fear excepting the worst. "Why were you at Barry's place in the first place?"

"I- I was getting more coke." Rafe muttered, knowing he had fucked up again.

You gulped and pulled back, letting your grip slightly falter, knowing he probably still had drugs in his system. It scared you but you tried to stay strong. You knew that even now he wouldn't hurt you. You were glad you came because he would have hurt someone else.

"Y/N I'm sorry. Please I swear to God it's the last time. Please forgive me. Please don't leave. I-"

"Where's the rest of it." you cut him off.

"What?"

"I know you didn't use everything you bought. Where is the rest of it Rafe? I need you to tell me."

He looked at you with pleading eyes, begging for forgiveness. "Top dresser drawer on the left side."

"Ok." You got up and went for the drawer. You grabbed the baggie out from under the stack go shirts in the drawer and headed towards Rafe's attached bathroom. Rafe followed you like a puppy as you open up the bag to pour the rest of the white powder down the toilet, ensuring it was ruined.

"Y/N what are you doing?"

"Tossing it. I'm not letting you have any more. You're done. I know I don't have money right now but if you're worried about that I'll find a way to get some." you stopped and turned to him, tears clouding your eyes and streaming down your face. "I love you. I can't let you keep doing this to yourself." Your voice was breaking and you poured the powder down the toilet and flushed it down the drain, throwing in the bag as well as it went down.

"I'm sorry Y/N. Please I know you're mad but I love you please don't leave. I swear I'll do better next time. I can't live without you."

"I'm not leaving Rafe. I promise I'm not going anywhere." you told him, grabbing his face again. He leaned into your hand and kissed it. You used your thumb to wipe away some of his tears. "I am gonna go talk to Sarah real quick though and then I'll be be back."

You let go of Rafe and he sighed as he nodded his head. You headed towards the door and opened it up slowly, stepping over the broken pottery. You walked down the hallway, shaking, unable to hold yourself together anymore. You slipped into Sarah's room and saw her pacing back and forth.

"Y/N! Oh my God are you ok? What happened? Did he do something to you?" she said rushing over and pulling you into a hug.

"No Sarah, he didn't do anything to me I promise. I just came to tell you what was going on." you said keeping your sobs quiet and hugging her back.

"So what's going on?" she asked

"Rafe tried to make a deal with Barry and Ward beat the shit out of him. I'm gonna stay here and take care of him."

"Wait if he was at Barry's does that mean..." Sarah trailed off.

You bit you lip as tears rolled down your face again and quietly shook your head. "Oh Y/N" she said as she pulled you into another hug and you sobbed loudly this time. "Can I do anything to help?"

"I don't think so Sarah. I do want to ask if I can borrow some shorts though. Rafe's bottoms are always way too big." you sniffed.

"Yeah of course." she said searching through her drawer to find her comfiest pair to try to make you feel better.

"Sarah?"

"Yeah Y/N?" Sarah responded, turning. around and handing you her fluffy pajama shorts.

"I can't live with myself if he gets hurt. I can't lose him. I love him and I don't want to live like this forever."

"I know Y/N. All you can do is try and if something happens, that's not on you."

"Thanks for the shorts Sarah." you said turning around and looking back one more time before exiting. "And thank you for being there for me and telling me that he needed me. I couldn't do this without you."

You closed the door and walked towards Rafe's room once more. You stepped in his room, once again avoiding the porcelain on the floor, and moving to meet Rafe who had already gotten up again to move closer to you. You gave him a warm hug before telling him to get in bed while you changed your shorts and pulled a shirt out of his top left drawer. You moved onto the bed and held the crying boy till he fell asleep in your arms and you fell asleep crying and holding him back.

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Part 2 will be up super soon. I want to do a long series so let me know if that would be something y'all would like and I'd love to hear what you'd like it to be about.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron x you #obx #outer banks #angst

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yooniesim · 3 years ago

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not being in the sims community for a few years (computer problems, couldnt play) and then coming back only to see so many creators have their cc behind paywalls sure was a shock tbh. i dont blame ppl for having patreons for their cc in general, ive seen plenty of creators have patreons with all their cc for free; becoming a patron being just an optional way of supporting them. plus, im pretty sure patreon has unlimited space, so ig itd also be a good idea if u dont have/dont want to use sfs or other unlimited upload sites (also posting pics with the files is a plus)

some ppl tho are like, wild. ive seen ppl charging 20$ a month and only releasing like, at most 3 patron only things per month then complain abt their stuff being shared for free.... like, youre selling 3 items a month for 20$, which is the same price as the base game when it isnt on sale. plenty of ppl already dont pay for the game itself, do u think theyre gonna want to pay the same amount for 3 things??

yeah nonny I'm in the same boat, it was so shocking for me to come back to this lol. I never imagined this many people would have patreons. I think it wouldn't be a big deal if it wasn't almost everyone. But here we are lol.

I remember when patreon tiers were $1 and you got access to everything. When I first saw someone with $3+ it was the most expensive I'd seen for maxis match early access cc, and it really wasn't worth it for that creator. Now it seems like so many people are $5 minimum??? And sometimes you don't even get access to everything? The cost has increased drastically and more importantly- the quality isn't there.

I've had a few items that I downloaded when it became free and tested in game and went, "thank god I didn't pay anything for this". Lack of LODs or proper maps, high poly, holes, improper weights, etc. All of this to me is fine for purely free cc (as long as there's nothing game breaking). But to me, for paid cc, early access or exclusive, is unacceptable. And there is no way to know what you're going to get, and if there's a problem, you're out of luck. It may not be fixed, and you're certainly not getting a refund.

And then there's the issue of the tiny mesh edits. I know for a fact there are many people, if they knew how simple the edit was, they would never pay for certain items. I am not paying anyone for 5 minutes in blender. I would honestly rather pay for a recolor than a lazy ass mesh edit. That's more time and effort than making a hair two inches shorter. You don't even have to edit the texture, just make hat chops, and sometimes not even that! I have literally made certain hairs in under an hour and I'm not even that experienced! Separated the werewolves stuff in around the same time. I made the necklaces I posted recently in a couple lazy afternoons, like ten minutes per. Of course it added up since I did so many at once, but nickel and diming per tiny mesh edit? The ratio of time and effort vs payment is ridiculous. There are so many talented creators that do amazing work that takes days, weeks, etc for free. And there are talented creators that do really awesome items for early access as well, that seem worth the money. So when I see that sort of cheap tiny edit thing... it feels like these creators are taking advantage of the consumer that may not know better. It's embarrassing.

If that $20 was for 3 things that took the creator 5 minutes each to make, wouldn't you be even more upset? And then imagine that creator has hundreds or even thousands of patrons. And doesn't contribute anything to the community other than paid content. No interaction, no gameplay, no chat, never existed before popping out of the womb with a patreon. It's insulting. Is this community just a cash cow? And people wonder why we're all so tired, even if it's following EA's rules.

#there are no enforced standards for this #that's an issue #asks #anonymous #ceci speaks #the patreon issue

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limenysnocket · 3 years ago

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Salsa Lessons

Summary: Let's take a break... to go on vacation. Since Taika is a snowflake and can't handle the cold, take a trip down south to Puerto Rico!

Pairing: Taika Waititi x Reader

Warnings: SMUT-- oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dom Taika, a little bit of degradation, swearing, alcohol, (slight) public sex. 18+ ;)

A/N: One last baecation before I disappear again, and I know this'll be good. I KNOW THIS IS LATE. Like... late LATE. Forgive me.

@honorarytenenbaum @olyvoyl @whatwememeintheshadows @mrtommyshelby @dandywaititi

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"MY FACE IS ON FIRE!" Taika was panting and fanning his burning cheeks. The moms running the stand you both went to were cackling at him.

It had been a day since you both landed in Puerto Rico, and after sleeping off the jet lag and trying some of the fine dining, the first thing to do was explore the city, San Juan, from start to finish. Coincidentally, you both walked right into the outdoor market area, where fresh produce was being bought and sold everywhere. That's when Taika, the jackass, got ballsy and decided to try a pepper from one of the stands. He had been warned.

Oh well... guess you can see how that went.

To make up for the commotion caused, you bought a pineapple and a papaya from the same stand, as well as a couple of exquisitely bottled cokes. Taika was consoled, given a bit of coconut milk, and sent right back down the boardwalk. That was the first and last time he tried a freebie from a pepper stand. He was complaining about how his tongue felt (you would have thought that might make him get a little quieter and talk less), and he didn't stop until half of his bottled soda was gone. He sort of forgot about the pain after that and started looking for souvenirs.

You began your walk with him at eight in the morning, sharp. It was near noon by the time you were finished, and Taika had two big bags of fruits and veggies, exotic jewelry, tour maps, and trinkets. You were starving, and, more than once, tried to steal a kiwi from his bags but he would always manage to catch you and slap your hand away.

"They're for later!" He'd say that or make up a different excuse each time.

Taika wasn't neglectful of your hunger, in the end. He took you to a nearby restaurant after doing some searching on his phone and dropping the bags off back at the hotel room.

The restaurant was quaint, but vibrant at the same time. There were colors, dancers, and live music played on a little wooden stage just meters away. Ordering was fine, but it took some time for Taika.

"I've never seen so many things with pineapple in it! And it's not pizza, so it's bound to be good!" He seemed so excited for the food. It made you happy, but you eventually had to pick for him since the waiter was getting tired of actually having to wait.

"I have something special planned for tonight!" Taika exclaimed, the alcoholic drink of his choice being waved around in his hand. You were already reaching for the napkins, afraid he was going to spill something.

So now he tells you...

"Should I be concerned?" your first question came out with ease.

"Honey, if it's anything with me, you should always be concerned," he was smug, but the look on your face told him he needed to fix his wording. "BUT! Uhm... No, no you shouldn't be concerned about where I'm taking you. It's going to be a blast, I promise!"

"Better not be lying, Taik," you warned, and he just started to grin. That made you nervous, but you put the feeling on hold when the food came out.

Two bowls of Asopao de Pollo were placed in front of you and Taika, and they were devoured briefly in the span of thirty minutes. Extra time was added because Taika decided to add hot sauce to his. 'It's to add a kick,' he said. Yeah, whatever.

The rest of the afternoon was spent snacking, and checking out the more historical side of Puerto Rico. Abandoned forts, old canons, battle fields, you name it. It was truly a blast, even when Taika became cocky around one of the forts you visited.

It was at the Sitio Histórico de San Juan when things got... touchy. You were with a group of people, and you and Taika decided to linger around the back so if something interesting was spotted, you wouldn't have to move immediately. Little did you know, Taika was devising a, "ditch the tour guide and go make out somewhere," kind of plan.

Much to your demise, and to your pleasure, the plan worked. The tour guide hardly noticed the two of you disappear down an unknown corridor and push yourselves deep into a dark corner.

The smell was wet, ancient, and dank. Taika had you pressed up against one of the concrete walls while his hands worked their magic, lifting up the hem of your shirt and immediately grasping for your bra. You let him squeeze and grip through the fabric of it and press his body so close to yours, the waistband of his shorts was rubbing a red line across the skin of your stomach.

Your legs trembled while you completely forgot about the tour itself and your fingers started to run through his curly hair. Taika's thigh was moving to be between both of yours and he started to slowly rub the top of his against your clothed cunt. Slowly. Achingly slow.

Whimpers of his name and the sound of your tongue mixing echoed along the dank walls, and whimpers turned to moans, and moans turned into garbled sentences when his hand sunk into your underwear and sought out your clit. You tried to warn him, this was a bad idea. You could be noticed missing from the group and people could come looking for you. There could be papz right around the corner, needing a good look for a filthy headline. He didn't stop, though. He started rubbing faster, playing with you like you were some toy.

You knew he wouldn't give you anything but his fingers. Yet. Taika waited and waited, getting you closer on just clit stimulation, but just as you reached your brink, he started to pull his hand away. Dazed and confused, you looked up, your chest shaking from all the heavy breathing you had been doing. Your hands were grasping at his shirt, damn near begging to have just the tiniest bit more, but the look on his face said it all. Even through the darkness of the corridor.

"What the fuck, dude? I was so close!" You hissed at him. All he did was click his tongue and say:

"That's for later too."

The rest of the tour was dreadful to you. It was long, and hot, and dank while you found your way back to the group. Taika was nonchalantly following just a ways behind you while you consistently traveled in circles or down a corridor and through the next. As if he knew you were getting yourself lost, he eventually stepped in, and lead you back towards the entrance of the fort, where your tour group had huddled together for the last destination and for the tour guide to say goodbye. Oh well, at least you got to take in some historical views.

After one more cramped trolley ride back to the hotel later, you were utterly exhausted, but you knew your night wasn't over yet. Taika still had something planned, and it must have been on the spot this morning too. If he had planned it any further back, he would have blabbed it all out to you by now. You laid on your bed while you could, right on your stomach with your face buried into the pillow, trying to let your heavy eyes fall closed for a second, but the moment you did, you felt a large hand smack you right on the ass.

You flipped over, mad as a hornet when you looked up at Taika. You hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom.

He had dressed himself up in all black. Black button up, tucked into his black pants and pressed firm with a black belt. He looked like one of those pit musicians you'd see when you go to really good musicals with live orchestras.

"Dirty Dancing cosplay, ooor?" you nipped at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha, you're funny," the sarcasm dripped from him. He then threw a piece of (also black) clothing on. "Put that on."

The reluctance was real, but you followed his orders anyway, grumbling and griping your way through. Turns out it was a dress. A short one, at that, only going down to be just half way down your thighs, but it was comfortable enough. Luckily you had a pair of flats with a slight heel in your bag to pair with it. You had no idea where you were going with him, but you were not about to walk there in heels.

Taika was giving you "the eyes" as you walked out of the bathroom, admittedly messing with the hem of your dress to try and bring it down lower. As a result, came more cleavage that you would have liked, but oh well. At least Taika enjoyed the view.

He took the grocery bags in his hands and in the crook of his arms, and like that, it was time to go.

"We'll be late if we don't rush!" he hurried you. You knew that was just a big fat lie, and he was excited to get to wherever you were going, but you played along for as long as you could.

Taika made you go down the boardwalk again, through flourishes of people while the bags in his arms still jostled from side to side. Eventually, you stopped, just outside of a well lit building, and he took you inside.

He stepped up to a desk, signed something, and set all of the groceries down on the desk. While he did those things, you had a look around. To your left, deeper into the building and with dimmer lighting, there were tables and chairs set up. Almost all of the tables were meant for two, or for four. Before you could investigate further, Taika was back to leading you around, through a few more doors, which opened up to a big ballroom.

A few more people were waiting there, dressed almost in the same fashion as you or even a bit more flamboyantly, and obviously coupled up. Taika wrapped his arm around your waist and made you jolt.

"Care to dance?" he mused quietly and you gulped. You've got to be fucking kidding.

"You're joking," you murmured, but he wasn't, because he took you right over to the group of other couples and started conversing with them while you started to freak out quietly.

Honestly, you had never been the greatest dancer on earth. Sure, you could cut a rug from time to time, but that was in the privacy of your own home or at Taika's place if he happened to pick out a really good song worth dancing to. You knew Taika loved to see you dance, he loved to dance with you most of all, but you both never got into anything fancy.

Now was the time.

Soon, your instructors announced themselves, and the room fell mute while they introduced themselves in their very heavy Spanish accents. You stuck to Taika's side most of the time, even as the mood was set and stone. You would be learning to salsa dance. But what did this have to do with the food? You'd find out later.

To put it simply, things got... touchy. Of course, the one and only Waititi was the one touching you, wrapping his big, strong hands around your hips and making them sway back and forth, but it was personal at some point. His hips were pushed against yours most of the time, and that awakened a more primal sense.

Once the dance had been established, the lavish music and the glow of sweat and cologne heightened your senses, and the lights began to dim or flash with lavish pinks, purples, reds, yellows, and greens. You got lost in the feeling as Taika set his hands on your hips again, his warm palms making your legs ache to feel his skin touch yours. Your back was against his chest while the footwork got complicated. Focused, yet mystical.

All the couples around you, doing the same moves as you, turned to blurry blobs, and your breathing got heavier as the pace of the music piece got faster and faster. Taika's breath drew across your ear, and made you shudder. It nearly knocked you out of focus, because you bumped your hips backwards, and pushed your ass against his hips. Like a chain reaction, you felt his hands squeeze your hips a little more than he was supposed to. So, you bumped your hips back against his again, and suddenly you were whipped around by his hands, and pulled flat against his chest.

The bodies around you still writhed and moved with beauty and grace, then there was you and Taika... in the very middle of the dancefloor while a small hard on pressed against the side of your thigh. He was looking down at you, and through the darkness, just like in the corridor, you could see his expression. It was a look of want. Need.

Before anything could be done, however, the lights flashed back on, and the song had finished. Only you and Taika were out of position. The instructors paid no mind. They just clapped, as well as everyone else. Taika removed his hands from you, but made sure you were close enough to hide the little bump in his pants. You hoped there was nothing other than this, because now you really wanted to get back to the hotel room.

The couples started filing out of the room, back to where the tables and chairs were, and Taika kept you in front of him the entire time, pressed almost a little too closely to him.

"Mr. Waititi," a waitress called to him from the kitchen as you met the front desk again. "Your food has been prepared."

Taika looked at the waitress, then to you. He was debating something. You knew what, but you'd let him figure this out for himself. He was the one with the more visible problem.

"Awesome," Taika sighed, then looked down at you. "Join me for a bite real fast?" He said it through almost gritted teeth. Reluctantly... you agreed.

If it was worth it, that's for you to decide. This place had taken the groceries you bought, fruits and veggies, and made a beautiful dinner with mango kiwi sangria. With the time the lessons had taken, the chefs in the kitchen had made the perfect meal. They had even thrown in a few extra elements like chorizo and perfectly cooked rice dishes. As much as you loved the food, you couldn't forget about the need between your legs. And it was obvious Taika couldnt simply forget about his.

You would watch him squirm in his seat while he sipped on his drink, or you would find him staring at you a little more than usual, and little more intensely with each second. His eyes would gloss over, and his breathing would slow, but he'd snap out of it, only when you said something to him, or a server came out of nowhere to check on both of your meals.

Even if the dinner wasn't as romantic (although more sexually charged than you expected), you still had a fantastic time. As soon as Taika finished his dish, he paid the check and was quick to dash out the door with you at his side. Sure, you managed to have enough time to pack up what was left of your food for later, but that hardly deterred Taika's speed and agility.

The walk back to the hotel room went by faster than you thought. The crowds had started to dwindle, and lights began to dim, because all of the shops and side markets had finally closed down after a long day of work. There was just enough darkness to cover the fact that Taika had his hands all over you. All the way to your room.

The moment you touch the door handle, the frenzy began.

He closed the door with his foot, and with both hands, he grabbed your hips and slammed you against the nearest wall he could find. His lips breathed over yours, whispering dirty praises and hot needs, and his hands reached down to pull up your dress to bunch it around your waist. His hand reached between your thighs, and cupped your wet panties, just over your folds. He started to stroke it, while his lips teased over yours, never kissing you, but needing you.

His strong fingers prodded through the fabric, seeking and searching like he had done with you in the corridor of the filthy base. Filthy actions in filthy places.

You moaned for him, but he seemed busy. He continued to bunch up your dress until your stomach was exposed to him. His parched lips drug themselves down your collarbone, again, avoiding your lips, while your hand shot up into his curly hair.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered, opening his dirty mouth just to use his teeth on you. He bit down on your skin, making a hiss seethe from you through your clenched jaw. "You're so fucking beautiful... making my dick so fucking hard."

You watched him kneel, the position making his pants crumple up, but the bulge in his black pants remained as prominent as ever. His nose brushed over your stomach, and you could feel his tongue prop out softly and hover over the hem of your underwear, just as well as his teeth hooking into them. Your thighs spread on their own, and he started to pull your underwear downwards.

He could see the glisten on your clit and the need drip down your thighs. His tongue poked out again, and you felt it slide across your inner thigh. It crept higher and higher,

He placed sloppy kisses along the soft flesh. The kind of kiss that you could hear. The smack and the pop from the wetness and eagerness to taste more of you and take more of you in. He needed that, and he only got more of it as he neared your core.

"Such a wet fuckin pussy, baby," he groaned and placed his tongue along the lips of your folds. His tongue drug itself along the slit, and dipped in to be right on your aching clit. He swiped his tongue back down, pushing it along your hole. Your legs began to tremble, and he began to dig in like the meal you had gotten at the restaurant only whet his appetite.

He took you seriously this time. The rough pads of his finger nimbly drifting along your hips, tracing every mark, every bump, and every hair, because he wanted to memorize this feeling. He also wanted you to remember these exact moments, when he ate your pussy out on the exotic islands of Puerto Rico.

You gripped his hair so tight, but that only pushed him further into your cunt. His nose swiped along, to add flavor to the sensation. His face, most certainly, would be dripping with you by the end of the night.

How long this went on for? You didn't know. You also didn't know it his goal was to disturb your neighbors, because you got pretty fucking for him at some point. He didn't stop until he was satisfied, and you didn't bother keeping track of how many times you had cum on his tongue. You knew he loved the taste. He loved your taste.

Eventually, you both made it back to the bed for once, after one or two earth shattering orgasms. Thighs shaking, breaths colliding, and tongues twisting. His lips touched yours and your mouth was immediately drenched in your own taste, mixed with his.

He got you out of your dress. You stripped him of his clothes. Skin met skin, and it was an instantaneous bon fire of pure, raw sex.

His hand met your throat and he pushed you against the bed while he sat between your legs, unconsciously rubbing his dick through your folds. His lips were on yours again, and he gave your throat a gentle squeeze from time to time.

"Fuck, Taik, just put it in me," you breathed desperately, and the air grew thick. Your eyes never met his. You just watched the way his hips rolled into you, and took the time to feel his scratchy hair rub against your belly each time. You were addicted.

"You're so soft..." His large hands trailed down your stomach, "I'd rather just play with you and see what would happen if I teased you some more." His snickering and plotting drew a whine from you. It sounded so pitiful, he knew you were on the edge already.

"Aw, pretty girl?" He clicked his tongue in a fake sympathetic way, "You don't like to play games, do you? That's such a shame... I thought fuck dolls loved to be played with."

"Taika," you whined again, and you started to wriggle beneath him.

Taika didn't usually mind it when you wiggled about, but something about tonight, it really pissed him off a small bit.

"You want it?" He hissed. "Fucking fine."

You nearly screamed so loud, the hotel walls would have shook, but he shoved himself in, with hardly any warning, and slapped a hand over your mouth.

"You're such a loudmouth... just shut up and take it," he muttered by your ear, and his hips wasted no time making a fool out of you. While one of his hands stayed over your mouth, the other was planted by your head, almost threateningly, and he gripped the bedsheets. If you had just turned your head a little bit, you would have seen the veins popping on his wrist.

Taika pressed his thumb right on the high of your cheekbone, keeping your mouth clamped shut harder as he lost himself in you. Fuck it, you were gone too. High as a kite as he pummeled you and fucked you up something awful.

He was making your sore already, with the intense clap of his hips that never seemed to slow. He was persistent. He was determined.

You let yourself cum for him way too many times that night, and he knew it. He would watch your eyes roll back, and the way your body would weakly tense each time, like you were recieving an electric shock to the brain. And he kept going. He kept going for a long time.

You just let him use you as the night went on, and the look of satisfaction grew more intensely each time you spilled over. It went on and on and on... until he suddenly just couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh my God," he panted, finally letting you speak out and be more vocal, but he had knocked all the breath from your lungs, so there was nothing you could say. "You're so fucking tight... so fuckin pretty, holy shit."

Taika's head rocked back and his eyes watched the ceiling. Shit. He was starting to give out. Shit, shit, shit.

He hunched back over, his thrusts becoming uneven with the ache of anxiousness and lust. It was a blissful, awful, horrible mix. Taika fucking loved it.

A grunt, a groan, and a brand new hickey to get him through it. He finally gave in, burying his face in the same shoulder he marked you on, kissing, lapping and nipping at your skin, as he came, and filled you up.

His body shook and quivered like an earthquake, and soon he felt much heavier on you. Exhaustion kicked in, and you felt like falling asleep right then and there.

You managed a hand to rub up and down his back, comfortingly, and he would let out the occasional groan in response.

"Do you have any more surprises I should be aware of?" you asked, voice hoarse and very very quiet.

"I might," Taika asked after a long pause of silence. "But those are for later..."

#fineanddandy1kchallenge #fineanddandy #taika waititi #fanfiction #taika waititi x reader #taika waititi imagine #taika waititi imagines #taika waititi/you #taika waititi x you

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zoeykallus · 3 years ago

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The Clone And The Gray Part 10 – About Saving A Good Man

Tech x Fem. Reader

Warning: SMUT 18+ NSFW

SMUT/ PiV Sex/ Fingering/ Cunnilingus/ Thigh Riding/ Slight Dom-Sub/ Violence/ Cursing/ Near Death Experience/ Pain/ Blood/ Stab Wound/ Some Fluff

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Author's Note:

I took some artistical/writing freedom with the one or other thing. Not yet proof read

Still my writing playlist: Playlist

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What Happened Before

Please Stay

Keeping A Secret

The Dark Side

Deep Inside

Perception

No Harm done?

Th Abyss Inside Us

Reaping What We Sow

Hate, Bleed, Love

Part 10 - About Saving A Good Man

"So, there's an Imperial Commander named Thrawn who is temporarly in charge of a base outside of Lessu at the moment. They're still holding Howzer captive there," Tech explained, going over the info and calling up the base he was talking about on the holo map in front of him.

The Batch and you stood gathered around the map looking at what Tech was showing you.

"There are two main entrances, heavily guarded. Overall, our intel says the base is too hot for us. But there is a way to get in, from above, we just have to get up there unseen somehow," he said, pointing to some kind of roof deck.

Echo cleared his throat, looked up from his own holo pad, and said, "There's another option. Have you read through the info on Thrawn that our contact gave us?"

Tech frowned reluctantly, looked up and said, "Of course I have. What are you implying?"

Echo explained, "It says here that Thrawn has a weakness for art and beautiful women."

"So?", Tech inquired impatiently. Hunter chimed in: "We could use this to our advantage. We sneak someone in to give us access from the inside, get past the guards, disable the surveillance technology for the roof, then we could drop some of us in with the Marauder." Wrecker scratched his head and grumbled questioningly, "How do we sneak someone in? I don't quite follow"

"Like I said," Echo explained, "He has a weakness for art and beautiful women, so if we combine the two we might get him interested enough to let our mole in."

You frowned critically "And where the hell are we going to get a beautiful woman and a suitably interesting art object?"

All eyes turned to you. You glanced over your shoulder assuming they were looking at something behind you when it dawned on you. They were talking about you.

"Oh," you said turning your head back again, "I see where this is going." With a sigh, you finally asked, "And where do we get the art object?"

"That's a good question, and we don't have much time to prepare, so we should scrap that plan and come up with another one," Tech said firmly.

It was clear he didn't want to use you as a decoy. Firstly because of the danger you would put yourself in and secondly because he didn't like the idea of you deliberately making yourself interesting to another man in order to deliberately attract his attention. They were selfish thoughts, but they ruled his actions for the moment.

"Tech," Hunter said admonishingly but also gently, "we don't have a lot of options, you'll have to leave that decision up to her."

Crosshair, who until then had remained quietly in the background, suddenly said darkly, "Tech is right. She's not trained for this. It's too risky."

Echo sighed: "Yes it is risky, but let me know if you think of something better".

Your eyes darted back and forth between the guys, unsure what you should say. But something about this idea worried you, aside from being behind enemy lines.

„Don't get me wrong, I want to help, I really do, but I don't understand the first thing when it comes to imperial systems. How am I supposed to shut down any surveillance system?“

"Shoot, I didn't even think of that," Echo groaned.

Hunter rubbed over his face as if he was tired before he said: „I really want to help Rex about this, and Howzer of course, after all back then he pretty much safed our asses. But this might be a bit too big for us“

Wrecker growled: „Nothing has ever been to big for us. There is a way, Tech will think of something“.

Crosshair cleared his throat, "I think I have an idea."

When all eyes were on him he said, "We find an artifact and send Tech in, he's the only one who can get into the system on the fly. Y/N accompanies him, as his secretary or something, that way we connect the two and Y/N isn't alone in there."

Surprised looks were exchanged.

Tech said somberly, "That's surprisingly helpful, and I'm afraid I can't think of an acceptable counterargument. Unless you're not up for it, Y/N?"

The look he gave you was strangely hopeful, he hoped you would back down, he just didn't want you to put yourself in danger. But you couldn't do him that favor. You didn't want to abandon that soldier. It seemed to be important to Rex, besides, the batch obviously owed this man something, you wanted to help pay this debt.

Shaking your head, you said, "I see no reason why this shouldn't work. I'm in. A good idea Crosshair"

The Sniper nodded briefly, barely looking at you. Since the thing with Maul you had hardly exchanged a word, he kept away from you, but you still saw the reflection of his Sniper Scope every evening, so you knew that he was still watching you. Honestly, you didn't know quite how to deal with him, but you suspected that some distance would do you both good.

Tech wore black pants, a black shirt, a dark brown noble leather jacket and matching dark brown boots. Damn he looked fine. You'd never seen him in civilian clothes before and he was wearing a cologne that smelled delicious. You wanted to mount him right then and there, but of course that was impossible.

When it came to choosing the dress you should wear, the men were very divided. Tech wanted you to wear something pretty but chaste, pretty much everyone else wanted you to show some skin. Sighing, you listened to the men argue. Tech fought off all of his brothers' arguments, saying that he wouldn't let you walk around half naked, no matter what they said.

Finally they more or less agreed and Tech brought you a short black dress, it showed no cleavage and had long sleeves, but was really quite short. That was the only compromise he was willing to make. Your opinion was not really asked for.

With a sharp look in the round you said: "It's not like someone asked for my opinion but I think I can wear this".

A few pairs of embarrassed eyes avoided your stern gaze.

You put the dress on in the refresher when you were back on the Marauder. It was really short and the high heels Echo had chosen took you a moment to get used to. You walked up and down a few times until you finally got the hang of it with a slight swing of your hips.

You caught Crosshair staring at your bare legs, which seemed much longer because of the high heels.

"Seems to be working," you muttered, whereupon he hastily looked away and busied himself with something else.

The mini dress had a high lace collar, ruffle detailing, long lantern sleeves and was wrapped around the hips with a narrow belt. It was pretty, the high heels too, but you felt uncomfortable. Not so much because of how you were dressed, but rather why you were wearing it. Another man you didn't know, should be eyeing you up and down, get distracted by you. Then there was another thought, what if it didn't work?

„You look pretty“, a raspy, deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

You looked up at Wrecker with a smile: „Thank you Wrecker“

You glanced over at Tech who stared at you. He had never seen you dressed like this before, not with high heels anyway. You just stared back, because he looked so fine in his civi clothes.

Hunter looked from Tech to you and back again and muttered, "Wow, there's quite a bit of sexual tension in here"

„Sorry“ you hastily apologized and tried to calm your heart again.

The sergeant just chuckled: „You two look great, like civilians but better“

While you, Tech and Hunter discussed the plan, Crosshair had to stop himself from staring at you, it was hard not to undress you with glances. He was annoyed at how fantastic you looked again, or more so that he just couldn't help but feel pure longing. He still dreamed about you regularly and by now he couldn't jerk off without thinking about you, everything else just didn't work anymore, not even holo porn. He knew himself that his fixation on you was completely unhealthy, but he just couldn't control it.

"Crosshair you stay on the Marauder with Wrecker, you two fly the ship. When Tech gives the signal, Echo and I will go in and get Howzer out of there. Once we get him, we'll signal Tech again."

The Sniper blinked.

"Shouldn't I go in with you instead?"

Hunter shook his head.

"No it's easier not to attract attention the fewer of us there are. I need Echo to open the cell door, otherwise I would go alone."

„Everyone ready?“, Tech asked.

A nod and an approving murmur went through the group.

It all seemed to work as planned, so far. Tech and you had organized a meeting to deliver a holocron to Thrawn. At the moment, you were waiting in an atmospheric room where various art objects were already on display. The holocron had been found by Batch during a job some time ago, rather by accident. You had protested when Tech suggested it, but you had no other options.

You didn't like putting a holocron in the hands of the Empire. You decided that if possible, you would not leave the holocron behind.

Tech and you are examining a statue. When you asked, "Do you know what this is supposed to be?"

Tech shifted his goggles and replied, "Looks like Massassi, a long-dead culture that resided on Yavin IV."

"I'm impressed," spoke a deep, smooth voice behind you, "You seem to know your way around. Professor Yettun, I presume"

You hadn't heard him come in at all.

As you turned around, you had to pull yourself together not to stare or otherwise look nervous.

Thrawn was a tall Chiss, surprisingly young for a commander, as far as you could tell, blue skin, slicked back black- blue hair, eyes as red as a Sith's blade.

His appearance had something aristocratic, high cheekbones, elegant narrow lips, high forehead, narrow prominent nose.

When his eyes fell on you, an ice-cold shiver ran down your spine.

"And who is this pretty creature?"

Tech cleared his throat, uncomfortable that Thrawn was looking at you as if you were the artifact, the actual object of interest.

"This is my assistant Y/N"

He winced as he realized he had used your real name, if only the first name.

"Y/N" said Thrawn "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

You tried not to cringe at this not so imaginative pickup line and smiled politely

But Tech had to take care of the technical of the plan, so you had to distract the captain as best you could.

"My assistant is actually very knowledgeable about the artifact we discussed, more than I am in any case," Tech began, "The history of Force users is her specialty."

"Sith or Jedi?" Thrawn wanted to know.

"Both," you replied with a smile lifting up the box the holocron was in and opened it.

Tech had excused himself to seek out the refresher. Which meant he got to work, now it was up to you to keep Thrawn busy for a while.

You knew Tech didn't like it, but he did what he had to do and so did you. Thrawn asked you questions about the holocrons and all sorts of other things about the Jedi and the Sith. He was impressed with how much you knew and listened carefully.

You hoped you could keep him distracted long enough so he wouldn't notice how long Tech had been gone.

"How did you come to start studying all these things?"

"My father," you answered more or less truthfully, "He was into it too, when Jedi were still alive, he was allowed to study in their archives from time to time. He was fascinated by it, this fascination has probably passed on to me. Especially now that they've been eradicated from the galaxy, they have an even stronger fascination for me."

Thrawn smiled barely noticeably and nodded.

"The Jedi were something special, I admit. However, they were traitors"

The word traitor felt like it cut into your flesh. You knew the truth, the truth about Order 66. You wondered if he knew that truth as well and supported the lie behind it or if he merely believed the lie. Of course, you couldn't ask him that question without revealing yourself.

"So I've heard"

He was still smiling as he said, "You sound like you don't believe it."

With a soft sigh you said, "I met a few of them in my youth when I sometimes accompanied my father. They just didn't seem like traitors to me."

Thrawn turned the holocron in his hand and replied, "That's what made them the perfect traitors. No one expected it, no one wanted to believe it. The eternal keepers of the peace, the protectors of the Republic. Almost a genius trick."

"If it had been so ingenious, they wouldn't all be dead now, would they," you returned somewhat sarcastically.

He laughed softly, but before he could reply, an alarm interrupted him.

"Excuse me, I have to take care of this. If you would wait for me here"

You watched him leave the room, anxiously wondering where Tech was. Something must have gone wrong, hence the alarm. But what should you do now? Should you just try to leave? That probably wouldn't work. Should you look for Tech and the others? Or just wait?

Tech, Hunter and Echo were in the cell wing. Echo couldn't open the cell's energy barrier, so Tech had to come in.

"I shouldn't even be here, this is taking way too long, Y/N is alone with Thrawn," he cursed while trying to override the lock.

Since Echo had accidentally set off the alarm while trying to open the cell, the whole thing had become much more complicated. The base had been sealed off.

"You should leave," said a voice from behind the barrier.

A clone soldier stepped out of the shadows of the cell in front of the barrier door. He wore parts of his armor but not his equipment. He had a scar on his left cheek, his dark hair was cut into an undercut, the longer hair on his head slicked back.

"We're not leaving without you," Hunter grumbled.

"It's too risky!" persisted Howzer seriously.

With a clicking sound, followed by a low hum, the energy field finally came up.

Tech grumbled, "Stop arguing and get out of here. I'm going back to get Y/N."

Before anyone could protest, Tech was on his way as well.

When you heard blaster fire, you just couldn't wait. You tried to open the door, but it wouldn't open; Thrawn had apparently locked you in. There was no time to curse or panic. You opened yourself to the Force and used it to feel the lock and finally open it. When the door opened, you looked directly into Thrawn's face.

He walked toward you, pushing you back into the room.

"You seem to have other talents you haven't told me about. How did you open the door?"

You didn't answer, just paid attention to his movements and body language.

"No answer? That's fine, too. An appropriate interrogation will loosen your tongue. Right now I'm more concerned with who this man is that you came here with and who the others are that got the clone trooper out of the cell block."

So it had worked, Howzer was apparently freed. But had they also escaped? Where was Tech?

"Where is the man I came here with?"

Thrawn grinned darkly.

"You don't give me answers but you ask questions. He probably escaped with the others, they left you behind"

For a moment, a chill ran down your spine. If they had really fled, it was because they had no other choice, but it didn't make the feeling of cold hands that seemed to wrap around your heart any better.

"Good" you said softly "Then the mission was successful"

Thrawn scrutinized your face.

"You were traded for a clone soldier, I wouldn't necessarily call that a success. But I guess that is in the eye of the beholder in this case"

You sighed, "I'm tired of this."

With the Force you grabbed his body, flinging him across the room. His body smashed through a glass case and against a statue.

Hastily you grabbd the holocron and left the room, looking up and down the corridor. When you couldn't see anyone, you took the path that you and Tech had come in on.

Tech had taken the gun from a trooper and had to shoot his way back to the room with the artifacts. When he opened the door, however, he found the room empty, shards lying on the floor, but you weren't there and neither was Thrawn.

Panic rose in him - where the hell were you? The thought of what could have happened to you sent shivers down his spine.

His gaze briefly wandered over the shards on the floor before he cursed and left the room again. He followed the way you had come in, on the off chance.

He heard tumultuous noises and thought he heard your voice, moving towards it. When he came to the next bend in the corridor, he looked to the right and saw you. You whirled a few troopers out of the way with the Force as Thrawn approached you from behind with a vibro-knife in his hand. Tech yanked up the stolen blaster and fired at the same moment Thrawn struck.

The pain came very abruptly. Hot and burning deep in your flesh between your ribs of your right side. The pain shot through your guts and made your muscles immediately lose all grip. Your body fell to the ground. You wanted to scream but the pain cut off your breath.

There was a groan and then the sound of another body hitting the ground. You couldn't look at what was happening, you stared at the gray, metal ceiling of the corridor on whose floor you were lying and tried to breathe. You had to cough because your right lung began to fill with blood and the coughing made the pain worse.

The next moment you saw Tech above you, his face worried and horrified. He was talking to you, but you were losing your senses, his words were like a distant echo that you could barely understand.You felt him lift you off the ground, then suddenly everything was dark and completely silent.

When you came to yourself, your environment was different, it was familiar to you. You were in your apartment, in your bedroom to be exact. As you were about to breathe a sigh of relief, the pain in your side reminded you of the injury you had received. Looking down at yourself, you realized that you had been stripped down to your underwear. Your wound had been treated and you had been covered.

Next to you in the bed lay Omega, rolled up and also covered in a blanket. When you tried to move your right arm, you felt her hand on your forearm. Tech was sitting in an armchair to your left, he had changed clothes, was wearing his equipment and had fallen asleep sitting up. Hunter was standing by the window, leaning against it, silently looking at you with a smile.

Wrecker and Echo were sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed and had both fallen asleep leaning against it. Crosshair was sitting there a few feet away in the same position. Then there was another clone, Howzer as you suspected, sitting on a chair near the bedroom door.

When he saw you move, he slowly got up.

Breathing shallowly, you looked around from one to the other. Relief and warmth flooded through you, gratitude for this unusual family that had taken you into their midst. Emotions threatened to overwhelm you, but you managed to pull yourself together.

"Hey," Howzer said quietly so as not to wake the others, "how's our heroine?"

A wry smile twitched across your mouth.

"I don't feel like a heroine, is that enough of an answer?" you returned in a husky, low voice.

"I'm in your debt, anyway," he said softly "That was damn brave, for a civilian"

"Yeah, and it was probably stupid too. But it was worth it, we're all alive and the job is done, you've been freed."

He nodded in agreement.

"I didn't expect anyone to come," he admitted.

"Rex found out you were still alive and set the levers in motion. We saved a good man today."

"That was two days ago," he noted "You've been out of action for a while."

"Oh"

You let your hand slide to the spot under the bandage where your wound was, focusing on the force and your injury, feeling the tingle in your flesh under your skin as the wound healed. It hurt a little too, but only briefly and quickly got better. When the healing was complete, you breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled.

"Did you just heal yourself?" asked Howzer, intrigued.

"Yes. Great thing the force, if you know how to use it appropriately."

He laughed softly with a little pain in his golden brown eyes.

"Yeah, I knew a force user or two".

Hunter stepped closer, sat on the edge of the mattress on your side of the bed, and turned to face you.

"Hey ad'ika, are you okay so far?"

You nodded and patted his hand that rested next to you on the mattress.

"You don't have to sit here, I'm fine".

"We were all very worried about you, we didn't want to leave you alone. Omega really wanted to stay with you and when she fell asleep I put her next to you, I hope that was okay."

"Of course, just let her sleep a little longer"

The sergeant said seriously, "Tech fought for your life for a whole night, you almost died on us a couple of times, your heart had stopped. He has been through hell. He just fell asleep for the first time a few hours ago from complete exhaustion."

The blood was just everywhere, everything was red. It wouldn't stop bleeding, no matter what he tried to do to stop the bleeding. Cursing, he tried everything in his power to save your life, but nothing seemed to work. He kept cursing and trying, saying your name over and over like a mantra, as if he could keep you alive. Then all of a sudden he felt your hands on his shoulders....

"Tech! Tech honey! Wake up! You're dreaming!"

He opened his eyes slowly blinking and saw your beautiful face hovering over him. You gave him a smile and immediately warmth rose in him. The next moment he had a lump in his throat, felt his hands shaking and a flood of emotion wash over him.

Tech reached for you and pulled you onto his lap, pressing you against him as if he never wanted to let you go. He was shaking.

"I almost lost you forever," he said very softly in a hoarse voice.

"I'm still here, Tech, I'm not going anywhere. You saved me, honey," you spoke softly to him, stroking his neck soothingly.

When you looked at his face, it was wet with tears. You wiped them away, kissed him gently on the forehead and showered him with sweet, loving, comforting words. He closed his eyes and nestled his face against your neck.

Later....

His hands wandered along your naked body, stroking, pressing, groping. He was not rough, but definitely greedy. He was still fully dressed, made no effort to undress or allow you to disrobe him.

Tech wanted you, he wanted so much to perceive, love and consume you with all his senses. After you were almost torn out of his life, he needed that, he needed the confirmation on all imaginable levels that you were really here with him.

"Today you have to let me take the helm, Cyare. Without exception," he commanded in a voice rough with arousal. You nodded, gave him your consent, but that was not enough for him.

"Use your words, Mesh'la, I want to hear it," he murmured, giving you a gentle slap on your bare bottom. "I'm giving you full control, I'm okay with it, I want it that way," you said in a low voice. He was so different today. Maybe it was because you had been almost killed.

Tech was much more demanding today, knew exactly what he wanted from you and wasn't the least bit shy about it. You knelt over his lap where he wanted you for the moment. One of his hands spread your buns, his fingers were brushing over you tiny little backdoor, making you shudder. His other hand traveled between your thighs from the front, teasing through your already wet folds, stroking your clit.

In a rough voice filled with lust, he said insistently, "You will cumm by my fingers, my mouth, my cock and maybe I'll come up with a few more things along the way" Everything about his behavior, about this intimacy, was different from the last time. The last time he had been gentle, cuddly and tender. But here and now, he obviously had something completely different in mind. It was exciting, you couldn't deny that, it was one of your favorite fantasies anyway, but it was atypical for Tech and that unsettled you a little. You couldn't help but wonder automatically what was wrong, but you did it silently. For the time being, you let him. You wanted to see where it all really led.

Aside all this, you were already in lustful excitement and enjoyed the attention he gave you.

His lips touched your neck, gently, before he said: „I need to see you shiver, hear you moan, watch you twitch and jerk in helpless lust and bliss. I'll make you beg for me Cyare“

Tech's words rippled through your body lik a wave of heat.

When he suddenly pressed a finger on your backdoor and pushed it in, your body jerked forward so that his head was suddenly between your breasts.

He chuckled and the sound was muffled because he pressed his face into the soft flesh of your breasts. Tech inhaled deeply and released the air with a stuttering breath.

"Oh your smell, that scent, so intoxicating, my cock could get hard just smelling you, if it wasn't already".

His name slipped across your lips in a hoarse little cry, as at the same time he sank one finger of his hand between your legs, into your moist heat and his mouth enveloped one of your hard nipples and began sucking on it.

Tech's fingers in both of your holes began to pump and a high pitched moan followed by lustful whimpers and whines escaped you. He switched back and forth between your breasts, sucked on the nipples and swirled nimbly with his tongue over them teased the delicate buds feverishly.

Between a change he cooed: "Darling you are literally dripping! Good girl! You like that?"

The heel of his hand massaged your pearl while his middle finger pumped inside you. The middle finger of his other hand pumped sloppyly in the tight hole between your buns.

"Y-Yes.... I'm going to cum soon if you keep this up," you warn him breathlessly.

He chuckled and you felt the vibration over the nipple he had in his mouth just shooting into your body.

"That's good, we still have a lot to do Cyare, let go love", he said and picked up the pace with his hands.

Your hands clawed at his armor on his shoulders, your hips moved toward his ministrations.

The glow in your core increased immeasurably, the gentle steady tingle found its peak and twitched through the muscles in your lower body, making both of your holes clench around his fingers.

He looked up into your face, watching you come undone on his fingers and smiled.

"Oh Tech," you sighed in devotion.

He carefully withdrew his fingers, letting you catch your breath for a brief moment.

When you looked down, you could see the bulge in his pants. He must be aching for some touch, you thought, and bent down. But Tech's hands darted to your arms and snapped around your wrists.

You flinched, startled.

He saw the expression on your face, gave you a gentle kiss on the neck and murmured, "Not yet honey."

Tech began to remove the gear from his thighs, spreading his legs a little wider and finally tapping the fabric of his Blacks on his left thigh.

"Come here Mesh'la, sit down".

You followed his instruction expectantly and looked at him questioningly.

"I want you to ride my thigh".

Somewhat surprised, you blinked.

"I don't quite understand. You want me to... rub my..."

Tech nodded.

"I want you to rub your sweet, wet pussy against my thigh until you come." Heat rose to your face and your ears grew hot as you looked at him coyly.

"But your blacks are going to get all dirty."

Tech shook his head "I don't care, I want you to rub yourself on me without restraint".

When you continued to hesitate, he flexed his thigh muscle and pushed his leg slightly upward, into your lap. Automatically, your hips moved with his movement.

Tech grabbed your hips with both hands and dragged you toward him on his thigh and back again, inflicting sweet friction.

Softly you moaned his name as the heat inside you rose again, the tingling in your pussy increased and your clit swelled in need. As if of their own accord, your hands grabbed his shoulders, your eyes fluttered shut and you picked up your own rhythm, grinding your pussy on his thigh.

"Good girl" he cooed contentedly "Does that feel good darlin'?"

You nodded eagerly but were focused on your own movements, the right angle, the speed, the pleasure.

Tech watched you and enjoyed the feel of you rubbing against him, your juices slowly but steadily seeping through the fabric onto his skin. He still couldn't believe how gorgeous you were and that you belonged to him.

His hands gently stroked your thighs while you were grinding on his thigh, seeking that delicious friction for your clit. Your breath went faster and heavier, your moans became higher.

"My good girl, so beautiful," he praised.

Tech grabbed your breasts, gently kneaded the delicate flesh, stroking the hardned nipples, elicited sweet, lustful sighs.

You kept rocking back and forth, intensifying the tingle in your core, feeling your pussy twitch and clench around nohting as you reached your high with a hoarse whimper of his name.

He smiled at you with satisfaction. His cock was hard and aching for some touch, but he still held back.

You looked down in shame, his pants were all wet. “I’m going to wash this” “No, I can do that myself, it was my idea. But certainly not now because I have more plans with you”

Tech grabbed your hips, pulled you off his leg, spun you around and before you knew it you were lying on your back on the bed. He immediately pushed your legs apart with his shoulders and looked meaningfully down your body into your face.

His tongue shot out and licked over his lips. You knew he'd be all over your pussy like a starving man at any moment. The thought alone made your body swim in new surging lustful heat.

When he went down on you, the moan that came out of your mouth, was almost a scream. He spread your folds with his hands, his tounge diving right into your wet heat, literallyt drinking up your juices. The strong, hot muscle of his tounge making you jerk and twitch as it roamed through your pussy in a wild pace.

„Fuck... Tech!“, you exclaimed throaty.

In the next moment he was all over your clit, sucking, twirling his tongue, making you moan his name again and again. It was so intense, you bucked and jerked, couldn't hold still, but he adepted easily to every move of yours, kept going.

His tongue play was wild and demanding, stimulating your swollen, pulsating clit greedily. Whimpers and moans came from your lips as the hot tingling in your core continued to increase. This man really knew what he was doing to you and he loved doing it too.

Tech's name came breathlessly from your mouth as he sucked your clit between his lips and nibbled on it. He pushed you over the edge, falling into bliss once more.

When he let go of you and stood up, his chin was shining with your essence. He simply wiped it with the back of his hand. His eyes were dark with lust and desire as he looked down at you, your legs spread before him like an invitation.

He freed his cock from his pants, hard, girthy and proud it stood out from his body in a gentle curve. He pumped it two three times and said, "You should be more than ready for me by now Mesh'la. What do you think?"

Eagerly you nodded, wanting to finally feel him inside you. As wonderful as this extended foreplay had been, you finally wanted to feel his cock inside you, filling you and stretching you.

"Use your words Cyare, tell me how much you want it".

Heat rose to your face as you said "I want you inside me tech, please don't make me wait any longer"

"How bad do you want me?"

"Very, very much! Please, I need you inside me! Love me! Fuck me!"

Tech smiled, "That's more like it."

Quickly and skillfully he was between your legs, lined up with your entrance and immediately sank into you.

A small cry came from your lips when he filled you so quickly. Tech waited a brief moment to let you get used to the sensation before he grabbed your legs, leaned them against his chest, your feet on his shoulders and bent over you. This way he practically folded you up, you couldn't move under him and were completely in his control.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders and in a hoarse voice you begged him, "Faster... harder... pleeease"

Pleased, he complied with your request, gradually increasing the speed and strength of his thrusts until both of you slid towards your climax, breathing heavily and moaning. He saw you throw your head back, bite your lower lip, and was spellnound.

"Please, faster," you insisted. Even trying to buck your hips to meet his. His hips snapping into yours faster and faster with each thrust, hurtling you to your climax.

His eyes couldn't decide if he wanted to watch your beautiful face or your tits. The way they bounced with each thrust of his hips. Or the way your face scrunched up in pleasure. All because of him. Your hands reached up to scratch at the back of his neck when he hit that sensitive spot inside you.

"yeah... right there, Tech, please!" You squealed, and he made it his mission to hit that spot with each thrust. Moving one of your legs a little to the side to make it easier to hit it.

"I'm gonna-" you told him, and he nodded with a breathless smile. "Me too."

You were a writhing, whimpering mess, nearly hitting your next orgasm. Walls fluttering around Tech's cock as he continued at his quick pace.

You moaned out as his finger rubbed your clit and your pussy twitched and contracted intensely around his cock as your climax washed over you in a hot, tingling, buzzing sensation.

Your sounds and the contraction of your pussy carried him away, his seed shooting into you. The feeling of being full made you whimper as your fingers loosened on his shoulders. A layer of sweat coated both your bodies as you lay beneath him. His cock slowly softened, but he continued to keep it buried inside you.

When you had cleaned yourselves, you had slipped into bed under the covers. Tech had immediately pulled you tightly into his arms, snuggled lovingly against your warm body. He was suddenly very tender, needy and affectionate, very much in contrast to your lovemaking before. You sighed contentedly and nestled your face against his chest, listening to his steady, strong heartbeat.

"I don't want you to go on any more missions," he suddenly said into the silence, hugging you even tighter than before, as if he feared you would try to run away.

In Case you wondered about the dress: Dress

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