#so they can just jack up their prices whenever they want

[frogchiro]

I feel like price would be the type of pervert that would be BLATANTLY grinding on reader and like groping her under her shirt in front of everyone and rubbing his scent and musk on her like he would jack off in front of her or he would steal her panties and use them while growling💗

He's awful :(( Under all that heroics, bravery and perfect leader is a possessive and pervy guy who just wants to mark you and have you as his :(( But can you really blame him? He's just a man at the end of the day and when he sees a pretty thing like you parading yourself like a piece of meat in front of a starving dog?? All feminine, soft curves and nice smelling?? Yeah he's a goner.

He knows the rest of the boys from 141 have the hots for you too, but who hasn't? Price sees the way that fucking blond American looks at you, all hot and bothered and biting his lip when you congratulated him with a sweet smile on the recent successful mission and he could basically feel the rest of the soldiers basically vibrating with the need to have you, adrenaline and testosterone still thrumming through their veins.

But the thing is,,they're just boys, at least to Price. They're still young, immature bucks who just want to dump their loads into the first pretty thing they see and move on, John over here on the other hand is the perfect candidate for a partner for you :(( He's the oldest, sure, but that also mean he's technically the strongest, most mature and experienced, exactly what a cute young lady like you needs, a strong man to take good care of you and give you a nice healthy, chunky baby :((

So now Price has this awfully smug grin whenever he goes up behind you and gropes you in front of the whole 141; huge paws gripping onto your soft breasts and kneading them, or sneaking one under your shirt or skirt to touch more skin, all the while he'd be nuzzling his face into your neck and shoulder to coat you in his musky scent to show those brats who you belong to :((

[rileyslibrary]

An Unlikely Duo

Request by ✨ anon: Can I perhaps get a Ghost x GN!Reader, where reader got transferred to TF 141 and has two personalities? Like cold and badass on the battlefield and super friendly and chirpy back at base. So Reader, on day 1, already sees Ghost as a best friend and she loves hugs, so she decides to hug him after a missions success and leaves him frozen and a blushing mess?

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,310

Notes:

Big thanks to my ✨ anon for requesting this. I enjoyed writing it! Hope I did well on my first request!

Fluff (the platonic kind)

Want more?

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You walk behind him, holding a container filled with freshly washed strawberries. His strides are long and confident, making it hard for you to keep up with him as you walk to the truck.

“Would you like a strawberry?” You ask, extending the container to him, but he ignores you and quickens his pace.

You try to catch your breath as you follow him, but it’s difficult. Whenever you think you’re closing the gap, he increases his speed and pulls away again. You break into a light jog to stay close.

“So, I presume... you’re not... a strawberry fan?” You ask, out of breath. Instead of responding, he lets out a dismissive “tsk” and continues walking.

“Why don’t you like str-”

“Get that damn thing away from me and keep moving,” he says as he pushes your hand away. “We have work to do; no time for strawberries.”

You come to a complete halt. “With all due respect, Lieutenant, strawberries are-”

“Just get in the damn car,” he orders, opening the back door and gesturing for you to get inside.

It’s your first day as the newest member of Task Force 141, and the base already feels like a powder keg. But that doesn’t bother you; you’re excited to be a part of such an elite team and contribute as much as possible to future missions. Soap and Gaz were surprised but amused by your cheerful personality when they met you this morning. However, not everyone on the team seems to be on the same page; Ghost was less than impressed. He sized you up from head to toe, looking for any sign that you were ready for the mission. But, instead of finding comfort, he was met by your cheery attitude and endless questions about his fruit preferences.

“What is this, Captain?” He grumbled at Price, “I asked for an explosives specialist, not a fucking Jack Russell.”

“Laswell swears by their abilities,” Price reassured him, “just give ’em a chance, brother...”

Despite his trust in the captain, Ghost remained skeptical. Was it the way you expressively waved your hands while speaking? Was it because you couldn’t stop talking about strawberries? Was it because you couldn’t stop talking in general? Whatever the reason, Ghost was clearly not on board.

He has the same attitude as he sits across from you in the truck, driving to your assigned mission. It’s a look of concern and contempt. as if he can’t believe what fate has brought him this time—like he’s been dealt bad cards yet again.

But that’s okay; you’re used to feeling like an outcast, and you’re not going to let that get in the way of this mission’s success.

“Yo, Lt.?” You ask excitedly, attempting to break the ice by pulling a purple star-shaped charm from your pocket, “Do you like it?”

He looks at you with half-lidded eyes. “You look like you just got out of a toy store.” He comments flatly.

“That wasn’t my question, sir,” you say wryly, “and if that’s the case, then you look like you just got back from trick-or-treating.” You smile and attach the charm to your assault rifle.

“Take that off this instance,” he says, “I won’t let you and your sparkles hinder our position.”

“Okay, first of all, they’re not sparkles—they’re sequins,” you say, waving your gun around so he can see the charm, “and second, they won’t even see it when they’re dead.”

“Stop talking.” He sighs.

“I’m conversing, not talking.”

“Then stop conversing.”

“Like, who doesn’t like strawberries?” you ask, lowering your voice.

“I told you to stop.”

“And sequins are pretty cool, man.” You mutter to yourself as you cross your hands over your chest.

“Shut it and put your helmet on; we’re almost there,” Ghost says sternly.

You fall silent as you gaze out the window at the passing scenery. The tension in the truck is intense, but you refuse to let it get to you. Instead, you take a deep breath and relax.

As the truck comes to a stop, Ghost explains the goal of the mission: get to the door where the valuable information is stored and collect as much intel as possible. After his brief rundown, you quickly exit the vehicle and assume position. It’s game time, and you’re determined to prove to everyone what you’re capable of.

You move fluidly through the environment, using your firearms, knives, and bare hands with precision to take out any targets that come your way. You are agile and swift, never staying in one place for too long and using your surroundings to your advantage. He takes quick glimpses at you every now and then to check if you are okay. He seems impressed yet wary; as if he’s testing you to see if you’re up for the challenge, yet careful enough to not put you in danger. As you work through the guarded area, you keep calm and focus on the task, finally reaching the steel-framed door. However, the door remains unyielding despite using military-grade hammers and refuses to budge.

You turn towards Ghost to plan your next move when you notice an enemy approaching him from behind.

“Get down, Lt.!” You yell and throw a knife at the enemy. The lieutenant is stunned but quickly regains his composure. He turns to thank you, but you cut him off.

“This isn’t a playground, Lt.; I don’t need a babysitter, and I certainly won’t become yours.” You firmly tell him as you push him aside and place the purple star-shaped charm on the door’s lock. “Step back,” you order.

Ghost looks at you, puzzled.” What is-”

“You must learn when it’s the right time for chit-chat and when to listen to the specialist, sir; please take a step back.” You repeat, and he follows your instructions.

With everyone clear of the area, you pull the cord and duck for cover. Five seconds later, your bomb detonates, blasting open the door and granting you access to the information inside. You quickly survey the room and pinpoint the location of the vital information. You approach it with calculated precision, relying on your training and experience to predict potential threats. The room is full of guards, but you’re prepared for them; you take them out, using your weapons with deadly accuracy. The intel is kept in a secure case, and you begin working on cracking it open. You have a special tool for the job, and the lock gives way in seconds. You open the case and extract the valuable information.

After a quick glance at the documents, you are pleased to see that it is exactly what you were hoping for. Ghost calls for backup to secure the scene, collect the documents, and transport them back to the base. As he completes his orders, he turns to the team for a debriefing, but instead is met by the old, cheerful you.

“LT., WE DID IT!” You yell and leap onto Ghost, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. He freezes and raises his hands as if he’s been arrested for a crime.

“Get off me,” he orders with an unusually high-pitched voice.

“No, you deserve it.” You object and proceed to pat him on the back.

“I did nothing wrong to deserve this, soldier; get your fucking ha-”

“Shhh, Lieutenant.” You cut him off by putting your hand over his mouth to silence him. “You must feel the hug.”

“I said-”

“They’re right, Ghost,” Soap interrupts him with a sinister grin, “you must feel the hug.”

“Yeah, listen to the specialist, sir,” Gaz adds, trying hard not to laugh.

Ghost looks at Price for help, who has a satisfied smirk on his face. The captain turns to Ghost and mouths an inaudible “told you so,” establishing you as a valuable member of their team from now on.

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[yandere-writer-momo]

I had this idea in my head but I just couldn’t type it into a story. Chances are it be well near 15k word or more. So enjoy this super depressing head canon/ short story creation!!

Yandere Baki Shorts: One More Time

Biscuit Oliva x Afab Reader x Regretful Yandere Reverse Harem (Baki, Jack, Hanayama, and Katsumi)

TW: Angst and mentions of emotional neglect

(Your name) is Tokugawa’s granddaughter so everyone tolerated her excessive kindness since they did not want to upset Tokugawa. Though it was no secret he was indifferent to her and often ignored her in favor of the fighters of his tournament. She gave a lot of her nuturing love because she wanted nothing more in the world than to be loved in return. Sadly these men were emotionally constipated so they did not understand her affection and unknowingly took her for granted… she had an inkling that they did not like her but she still tried to cheer them up and encourage them to keep pushing through… despite no one doing the same for her (not even her grandfather)

Hanayama ignored her whenever she made an attempt to speak to him, Katsumi was always ‘too busy’ to spend time with her, Baki complained about Kozue all the time to her and would cut her off every time she spoke, and Jack was just mean. Jack was the most vocal of his distaste for her…

- Jack was the one who pushed her off the deep end. She visited him since he wasn’t at the Baki and Yujiro fight to check on him. And she offers him words of encouragement and support but he shut her down by saying, “Of course I’d get sympathy from someone as pathetic as you. Can’t you get the hint that no one wants you around? Why don’t you just do everyone a favor and disappear.”

She felt her entire world fall apart around her but she just asked Jack if she can just sit beside him for five more minutes and then she’ll never appear again. That she will disappear from his and everyone’s life if he just let her sit beside him for a few minutes. Jack relented so she rested her head on his large arm. He was disgusted by her touch but if it meant she’d leave him alone, then he would do it. Jack had no idea she simply wished for comfort since he himself had never experienced comfort (despite her constant attempts to comfort him since she felt he was the most traumatized).

After the promised five minutes passed, she rushed out of his apartment in tears. She ended up leaving her jacket behind since Jack had cried on it (she used it to cover his face since he didn’t want her to see him cry). He sighed in relief and gets back to watching the fight he believes should have been him

(Your name) was there for everyone in her free time. She was there for Hanayama when his mother died, she was the mediator between Baki and Kozue when they argued, she sat beside Katsumi while he was in the hospital, and she was at the hospital with Jack and even pitched in for some of his hospital bills since he sustained so many injuries… she was a very nurturing light but they didn’t appreciate her. No one cared about her.

None of them ever celebrated her birthday with her and they didn’t visit her in the hospital when she was sick. They didn’t know her favorite food or color. They didn’t know her favorite restaurant or her nervous ticks. They hardly responded to her texts if at all… (your name) was so lonely it wasn’t even funny.

So she decided to go to the family’s rumored well for a wish. An old wishing well from an old scroll she found hidden within a secret wall of the Tokugawa estate. It was written by one of the first relatives who wished for the Tokugawa family to become wealthy. Btu there was a price to pay… but it’s blurred out. Regardless of the unknown danger, (your name) travels up the mountain alone with the old map in hand… to make a wish.

Rather than wish for something selfish, she wishes for her friends- no the people she cared about, to have all their desires come true, but in exchange, she offered the spirit in the well her life. She’s never been touched, she’s still pure. (Your name) could be of value, right? But the spirit pitied her so they had her disappear from the Japan for five years... they wanted her tormentors to suffer the heart ache she had for the rest of their lives

The baki men all have their dreams come true… Shinshinkai dojo became world renowned for the best karate, Hanayama was successful as the leader to his family, Baki became the strongest creature in the world, and Jack defeated his father … but they were without her love and affection for five years… they missed her. They don’t feel like they deserved the success because she wasn’t there to cheer them all on. It all felt empty without the unwavering support of the bubbly (your name). They went insane in their search for her but she disappeared without a trace…

Baki often found himself glance at the stands after a fight in hopes he’d hear (your name)‘s voice cheer for him and sing his praises. That she would run over to him to check his wounds and treat him to dinner. He swore he would thank her this time and he’d give her some compliments himself. He had seen some pictures of her and had forgotten how pretty she was…

Katsumi would often unconsciously reach for a bento box on the bench he usually sat on at the dojo. He missed (your name)’s cheery smile as she handed him a home cooked meal. He swore he would make time for her if she asked to hang out with him. Katsumi would take her to every restaurant and fun date spot she wanted to try if she came back through the Shinshinkai’s doors. Katsumi would spend his time researching date spots in hopes of her sudden return. He wanted to make up for all the broken promises he’s made to her over the years…

Hanayama often found himself glance at the door in hopes she would come in and ask to walk through his rose garden with him. He made sure to add an extra chair in his office so she could sit beside him and talk to him as he worked. Hanayama swore he would listen to her her this time.

Jack is the most distraught. He was the last to ever see her and he still had her jacket… he felt so guilty. He hadn’t moved out his dinky apartment in hopes she would walk through his door again and ask to sit beside him. That she would want to share a meal with him and rest her head on his arm. Jack would do anything for her to come back… she was the only one who wasn’t afraid of him. Jack would give her the effort she deserved if she came back to him

Her memories of her so called ‘friends’ are wiped. She can no longer remember any of them or much about her life at the Tokugawa estate. The spirit sent her off to America where she comes to be under the care of a lonely Biscuit Oliva who had lost Maria. He’s instantly taken with her and he helps her since she seems so lost… he was lost too. And they found each other.

She spent five years by Biscuit’s side, where he spoiled her rotten. She was granted her true wish of being loved the way she deserved. Her true wish was granted and the Baki men paid the price.

Biscuit and her have a beautiful relationship. He talks with her and he listens to her. He remembered every small detail she shared about herself, even ones she did not verbally share. He’s so considerate of her and he helps her build self esteem. Biscuit constantly made time for her and always put his best efforts into making her happy. And Biscuit never stopped giving her compliments about her appearance or of a task she completed that she felt was minuscule. Biscuit claimed everything she did was perfect to him and he’d never change a thing about her. She often found herself crying here and there for no reason… like there was a part of her that finally started to heal

Five years later and Baki went to see Biscuit to challenge him for a fight out of boredom. Baki is shocked to hear such a familiar laugh and he runs into Biscuit’s room to find (your name) and Biscuit enjoying a meal together. She looked so beautiful in her designer dress… like a princess from a fairytale… but she had always been a princess now that Baki thought about it

Baki immediately collapsed in front of her and hugged her knees while he sobbed. He told her how much he and the others have missed her. How they were so sorry for the way they treated her, that she could come home… but she had no idea who he was… she didn’t know him. She didn’t remember him and it sent Baki spiraling. Baki is insistent that she’ll remember if she returned to Japan but she declined his offer. She told him that despite not knowing him, she was happy that his dreams came true

Baki refused to leave the Arizona prison until she returned back with him. She said she would so long as Biscuit can come with her. Baki is so thrilled… but the other men are much worse than Baki. So much worse.

When she arrived at the Tokugawa estate, Katsumi is the first to run to her and pull her into a hug. He’s bawling his eyes out as he hed her body as close to his body as he could. He babbled about his accomplishments and how he wished she was there to see them… that she belonged by his side. She just awkwardly pushed him away and apologized to him because she had no idea who he was. Katsumi went silent in disbelief and at first had thought it was a joke… but Baki frowned at him.

Baki explained to the other martial artists that (your name) completely lost her memories. They don’t believe him at first. Especially Katsumi who kept bringing up memories he had of her being at every tournament and by his side in the hospital. He convinced himself she was in love with him. (Delulu isn’t the solulu)

Hanyama just stared at her while she held Biscuit’s hand for comfort. He’s consumed with jealousy (on the inside) when he saw the way she looked at Biscuit… she used to look at him like that.

Hanayama quietly shared how the last five years of his life was without her and of his feelings for her… Hanayama admitted that he couldn’t date or sleep with anyone since she haunted his dreams since her disappearance. Hanayama kept his rose garden beautiful all year round since she loved it so much. Kaoru wanted to walk through the garden with her and pluck roses with her so she could display them in the compound… Hanayama even had a bench placed in the spot she’d always kneel in the grass in… he would be better for her if she came back to him… Hanayama would marry her on the spot

Hanayama offered her a lot of power, pleasure, and luxuries if she returned to his side but she politely turned him down. (He continued to bring it up whenever Katsumi or Baki weren’t speaking… it was so awkward)

Katsumi then spoke up about the last five years without her and about the true love he held for her. Katsumi admitted he searched for her face in the stands every time he had a tournament and he’d search for her when he was training people at the dojo. He never gave up his search for her. He felt awful for not making time for her and all the broken promises he made. Katsumi vowed to make as much time for her as she wanted if she just returned to his side… Katsumi swore that he would be an amazing husband to her. That he wanted to start a family with her and build her dream house… Katsumi poured his heart out to her with a pink blush on his cheeks. He sounded like he was sharing a dream that would never be in reach (delusional mf)

Baki then shared the last five years without (your name).. Baki and Kozue finally broke up for good a few years back due to their differences. Baki didn’t have the (your name) to help him make up with Kozue or to be his voice of reason. He didn’t have the (your name) to make sure he ate or that he rested enough. He didn’t have her compliment him or congratulate him anymore… he missed her motherly affection. He missed someone being proud of him. Baki rested his head on her lap while (your name) sits beside Biscuit. He kept trying to get her to rub her fingers through his hair but she swatted his hands away

Jack remained silent the entire time. He’s trying his best to remain calm but he looked angry… and he is. He’s so upset that she had been fine this entire time and she hadn’t came back to see him… he doesn’t believe she lost her memories because she’s so scared of him. She was never scared of him before… he wants to talk to her alone. His eyes don’t leave her the entire time while he clenched his jaw

Tokugawa brought up how she was always there for all the men in the room and how everyone had missed her so much but not a single person brought up any memories where one of them had been there for her… she asked if any of them knew her birthday and none of them knew. They were ‘so close’ to her but didn’t even know her birthday…

Biscuit pitched in and shared the date and the exact time of her birthday. The older man gave her a big smile before he began to list off her favorite color, food, and her hobbies. He shared all her quirks and her interests. It touched her heart… Biscuit knew everything about her which caused her to burst into tears .

The men all try to hand her handkerchiefs but she rejected them (she accepted Biscuit’s). She can’t explain to them why she started to cry, but she tells everyone that something within her was so happy… that Biscuit made her so happy.

(Your name) sadly had no desire to get to know any of the guys again because she’s happy with Biscuit. She tells them all that she’s happy they achieved their goals and that she’s proud of them but she no longer has a desire to be a part of their lives. Memories or not, from the way they talked about her, it seemed like she was the one who put in all the effort. Not a single one of them brought up a memory in which they did something for her… and that made her sad. Perhaps it was better she didn’t remember any of them

They cannot accept her rejection. Baki and Katsumi begin to beg and bargain. While Hanayama threatened her family (Tokugawa), but Biscuit held her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He began to try to take her away but Baki blocked the exit. He’s frantic and his eyes are crazy. He began to beg her not to disappear again. “I don’t want to live in a world where you aren’t there… I can’t do it again. Please stay.”

She tells him, “Perhaps that was the kind of world I lived in… a world where no one cared about me until I disappeared. Please live a good life and don’t forget to take care of yourself, Baki.”

Baki broke down and that’s when Jack rushed forward and grabbed her. He hurriedly brought her to the garden at the Tokugawa estate at an inhuman speed while the others all chased after him (especially Oliva)

Jack began to scream at her once they were far enough from everyone. He’s yelling on the top of his lungs while his face turned red and tears all from his cognac eyes. He finally fell apart in front of her after he tried to hold himself together for all these years.

“You do remember! Stop lying… you know who I am and that’s why you can’t look me in the face because you remember our last conversation all those years ago…”

“I swear I don’t remember-“

“You’ve never been scared of me before!” Jack screamed, the blonde ran his large hand through his short blonde locks. Jack tried to reel himself in but the emotions broke through the dam he held together for the last five years. “You’ve never looked at me like I’m a monster!”

(Your name) flinched at his sharp tone, her eyes wide in shock when Jack suddenly fell to his knees and held her hands. The blonde placed his jaw in her hands while he cried. The shouts of the others can be heard as they make their way towards the two of them. Yet it felt like it was only Jack and her left in the world in this very moment.

“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to tell you to disappear!” Everyone froze in shock when they make it to the outer perimeter of the garden. Their mouths open like a fish out of water at what Jack admitted… he was the reason? He was the reason she disappeared? “I didn’t… I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

(Your name) squirmed when Jack pressed his lips to her hand in a way to apologize. She didn’t know why, but she needed to leave. She wanted to get away from him because he was scaring her. But his iron grip on her hands prevented her from escape.

“You can hit me… you can do whatever you want to me so long as you come back to me. I won’t be mean to you ever again.” Jack whispered into the palms of her hands as he guided her right hand to cup his scarred cheek. “You can sit beside me as much as you like. You can wear my jacket on your head when you need to cry and you can share meals with me. W-we can go for hikes together and you can sit on my back when I do pushups. I’ll do anything for you to be by my side and to not look at me like that.”

(Your name) can only stand there in shock as the giant man before her now appeared to be more like a lost child eager for love than a man… it broke her heart but he wasn’t her responsibility. If he was the reason why she lost her memories in the first place then he deserved her forgiveness the least.

And that’s when all the memories flooded in. The loneliness. The heart break. The broken promises. The constant rejection. She lived such a pathetic life before she was granted a second chance… these men didn’t deserve her. They never did.

“Jack?” Jack perked up at his name, his breath hitched as he clung to the sound of his name leaving her lips for the first time in years. He missed when she spoke his name. To him, she was meant to speak his name… she was his.

“Yes?”

“Do me a favor and forget about me.” Jack felt himself shatter at her words, the blonde now her her hands tightly to his face. His breathing now erratic.

“What?” Jack was in disbelief. He didn’t hear that right… this wasn’t his (your name). There was no way his sweet (your name) would tell him to forget her. She would never reject him. “I didn’t catch that.”

“Forget about me. Treat me as if I never existed.” (Your name) repeated as she tried to move her hands off his face. “You don’t need to have someone as pathetic as me beside you.”

No… no. No. No. No. No. No. She was supposed to forgive him. She was supposed to kiss his scarred cheeks while she happily accepted his apology with tears of joy in her eyes. (Your name) should know he never apologized and that he truly sought forgiveness.

(You name) snapped her hands out of his hold and turned on her heel to leave. She ignored the men who had once constantly let her down now try to gain her affection. She didn’t need these people. She didn’t need empty promises and sweet words… (your name) just needed her lover, Biscuit Oliva.

“I want to go home.” (Your name) told Biscuit with a smile. She took his large hand in her small one and gave it a squeeze.

“Of course, dear. We can do anything you want.” (Your name) rested her head on Biscuit’s arm as he lead her out of the estate. She ignored the screams of her name and the loud begging of Katsumi and Baki.

They never turned their heads for her when she begged for love and when she’d ask to spend time with them… why should she turn hers?

(Your name) finally had the love she always wanted while they had fulfilled their goals… how could they be so selfish to want more?

“(Your name)! Please stay in Japan! We can get married and I’ll take you on dates every weekend!” Baki shouted while Katsumi tried to one up him.

“I’ll take you out everyday and we can get married as soon as tomorrow!”

“I’ll give you the world if you turn around and come to me right this moment.” Hanayama piped up from behind her. “If you don’t turn around, then the Tokugawa family will be no more.”

Tokugawa began to shout out to the granddaughter he neglected for years in favor of these men who didn’t value him. “Please don’t let him do that. You love your grandpa, don’t you? You can be the heir to the Tokugawa family!”

Poor Jack remained on his knees in the garden. His brown eyes dull as he watched her leave with Biscuit without so much as a glance behind her.

For the first time in five years, Jack and the others have suffered a true defeat. All they wanted was one more time.

Just one more time and they’d make it all right… for they could not accept that they already wasted so many chances to make things right due to their own selfishness. They had lost the one love of their lives forever.

[dilfguzzler]

simon "ghost" riley nsfw alphabet!

f!reader

feel free to send requests! (price and ghost)

over 18's only please

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i think he can be kind of overwhelmed after sex. like i think he is definitely in need of reassurance and kisses and cuddles. he just needs a bit of time to get back to himself, especially if it was rougher

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

dude is shredded and he knows it so i think he can really appreciate his arms like his biceps. he's a big boy and knows that you like his muscles and his strength

honestly, simon can't think of anything that isn't his favourite part of you. you're his favourite everything, he doesn't know if he could ever pick just one thing.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

will cum on you, literally anywhere. just loves to see his cum all over you, claiming you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

wants to fuck you in the ass. is slightly hesitant ever bringing it up cos he's a big boy and would never want to hurt you

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he's had a few experiences, but not much. sex is a very intimate thing for him, and he doesn't often show that side of him to anyone.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

loves doggy tbh. loves pulling you up against him, kissing your neck and having you turn your head to kiss him. he likes how close you feel

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

this man is the king of jokes, so if the moment presents itself for a joke, he will not shy away from it even if he's balls deep inside you.

but for the most part he's, not serious per se, but this time with you is important to him so he's not fucking around too much

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

definitely keeps it under control but doesn't spend a lot of time on it. just keeps it tamed

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

as i said before, sex is a time of intimacy with you. he feels connected to you, not only through your bodies but also in the mind. it's important and he needs the time to be connected to you, to be able to share his love for you through this act. especially since he's not great with words

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

yes, when he's away he jerks whenever he needs. although if he knows the mission is short he'll be a bit of a masochist and hold off until he gets home to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he has a praise kink 100%. loves to be told verbally that he's pleasing you

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

where does he not fuck, y'know.

against walls, in the shower, on the couch, over the counter, in bed, on the floor... that one time against the front door after getting home from dinner

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

knowing that this is his best opportunity to show you how much he loves you. simon's aware he's not the best communicator, not the best at saying how he feels. so if he can fuck you, make love to you in such a way that he can be sure you know how he feels, then he feels accomplished

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

will not hurt you. at all. he might be a bit rough, but will never do anything to even slightly cause you pain. sex is about love and intimacy for him, and he does not hurt those he loves.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves receiving tbh. loves it, not even because of the pleasure it gives him, but just because he loves to feel how much you love him through this act. something that gives you no pleasure (although you'd disagree because his pleasure is your pleasure, and sucking his cock is as close to heaven you've ever felt), that you do just for him. it's special to him

not to say he doesn't love eating your cunt. omg he could spend hours eating you out (and he has)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

sometimes he can come home really pent up and just need a release and in those moments he fucks and he fucks hard (these are the times he needs the most comfort and reassurance after, he needs to be reassured he didn't hurt you)

i think most of the time he likes to take his time and really give it his all, make sure that you've cum at least 3 times before he even thinks about his own release

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he has nothing against a good quickie. although as said previously he likes to be able to take his time. but if that's not possible he will fuck you whenever and break-neck speed

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's up to experimenting with whatever you want as long as it doesn't involve hurting you

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

god he can go for hours. he has a lot of self-control too and is able to last for as long as he wants

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he's not much of a man for toys. he likes to use his body to please you when he's with you. but he does enjoy the thought of you using your own toys while he's away to get off

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's a straight to the point man, doesn't like to be teased and hasn't much interest in teasing you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

breathy moans and grunts. absolute filth comes out of his mouth when he's in a certain mood

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

will always try to avoid wearing his mask around you. and definitely not during sex. he wants you to only know simon, not ghost. ghost is the one who is capable of pure darkness.

no matter how much you assure him you love all sides of him, he still wants to keep ghost and his job as far away as possible from you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

big boy. big big boy with big big balls <3

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

honestly, not that high. when he comes back from missions he feels like he never wants to stop fucking you, but as he calms down a bit, he's pretty satisfied and won't need much

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

once he's sure you're ok, and his mind has stopped racing, he can chill out a bit and relax but he's a bad sleeper. he barely sleeps ever, but these are the only times he comes close to the best sleep he is capable of

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Jacky93Sims' 4t2 Functional VR Headset - Bugfixes and New Features

So I have been playing with the 4t2 Functional VR Headset by @jacky93sims for a while now. While it is an amazing thing to have it at all, I immediately noticed some weird things going on in my game whenever I tried to use it. Initially I just wanted to get rid of these weird things, but this sparked a big makeover of the entire mod's functions, as I felt this object could do so much more with a bit of BHAV magic.

Most importantly, Sims can now use the VR headset autonomously, gain Science enthusiasm (because waaaay too few objects benefit that hobby) and Fitness through it, you are no longer prompted to take a screenshot whenever a Sim puts the headset on or off, and the headset will no longer kill Sims if you leave them unattended.

Note that the download link only includes the main object containing all the code! Please go to the original download page to grab the headset accessory and the child, teen and adult meshes, too.

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The complete changelog is under the cut, if you are interested in the other ways I have changed this object up.

NEW FEATURE: All interactions are now autonomous! All Sims can play or work out if they seek Fun, but Playful Sims are more likely to play with it, and Active Sims are more likely to work out on it.

NEW FEATURE: Sims now gain Science hobby enthusiasm when playing or working out, at a default of 120% the normal speed. (Requires FreeTime, but you can use this updated version without FT, too.)

NEW FEATURE: Sims now gain Fitness when working out. By default the rate is about 50% faster than working out on stereos, to justify the hefty price tag.

CHANGE: Slightly more Fun gain while playing (40/hour -> 50/hour). In turn, higher Energy (-5/hour -> -20/hour) and Comfort loss (none -> -20/hour).

CHANGE: Slightly more Energy (-10/hour -> -20/hour), Comfort (-10/hour -> -25/hour) and Hygiene (none -> -25/hour) loss. Removed the weird fixed -2 Comfort loss when putting the headset on. Active Sims now only gain 50% more Body skill when working out with the VR headset; other Sims still retain the base 150% skill rate gain. I feel like VR would close the skill gap a bit, so...

CHANGE: Made all the gain and loss tunable for those that know their way around SimPE and can change BCON resource 0x1000 (for playing) and 0x1002 (for working out).

CHANGE: Looped the "jumping jack" and "jog" workout animations three times, and slowed them down. Looped the "knee-bend", "stretch side" and "stretch toes" animations twice. It all looked quite odd being at normal speed.

CHANGE: Added a dialogue when a Body Skill point is gained.

CHANGE: Clarified that the object requires University through the catalogue, because it uses a SimVac animation. I also adjusted the catalogue values for Fun (N/A -> 10) and Environment (6 -> 8).

CHANGE: Added a German translation.

CHANGE: Removed some unnecessary resources.

CRITICAL BUGFIX: Sims will now stop using the headset if their fun is maxed or their motives are failing (same thresholds as with any other "Fun" object), so they don't play or work out until they drop dead. This is a similar issue to an unmodded Exercise Bike from FT.

BUGFIX: You are no longer prompted to take a picture when a Sim puts on or takes off the headset. Maybe @jacky93sims did this to create a bit of immersion, but I did not like it.

BUGFIX: Motive changes are now cleared after taking the headset off. Previously, Sims would keep gaining Fun and losing Energy and/or Comfort even after stopping to use the headset.

BUGFIX: If a Sim doesn't have enough room to play or work out after already having strapped the headset on, the "in use" flag and overlays will now properly reset.

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Congrats on 1k! That's amazing and so deserved.

Thank you so much for doing a little event for all of us! Could I please request NSFW Alphabet with Kyle Garrick please? I just love him so much.

Thank you so much!

Ugh. Kyle. My husband. My man. I adore him. I might have found my way to TF141 because of Simon Riley but I stayed for Kyle Garrick. I had so much fun coming up with these. Kyle truly deserves to much love. I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible. Enjoy!

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

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NSFW Alphabet Template (I did make some slight changes for mine)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kyle is an aftercare king. This man is a fucking gentleman. After sex, he’s going to fetch a washcloth to clean you up. He will either make you food, order food, and/or bring it to you. Really, Kyle will tailor aftercare to your needs instead of assuming what you want. He’ll likely suggest several options, and if you can’t seem to decide, he will pick for you. For Kyle, aftercare is as important as the sex itself. He sees it as an extension of the act in every way.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kyle favors his arms because he loves holding you in them. Could be a hug or when the two of you are cuddling, but also loves watching the muscles flex when he’s fucking you. Nothing is sexier to him. His favorite part of you is your hips/waist. It drives him absolutely feral when he can hold onto them during sex.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves putting it inside and on you but the clean up is not his favorite. It’s why he goes through the trouble of putting towels down.

D = Dirty Secret (what’s a dirty secret of theirs?)

Whenever Price pisses him off (which is rarely) Kyle thinks about how he can get you to work so he can fuck you on/over Price’s desk.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced. Absolutely knows what he’s doing, but isn’t arrogant about it. Kyle is confident but it’s because he listens and accommodates to your needs while also expressing his own desires. Kyle is a “is this okay with you?” kind of man.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any that involves him being able to look at your face while you come.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

More so serious in the moment but knows how to laugh when something happens. Sex isn’t perfect. It is messy and loud, and sometimes a trainwreck, but he’s good natured about it.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Kyle is well-groomed. Period. Full stop. Literally don’t need to say more on this matter.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Kyle craves intimacy. I would argue that it is his favorite part of sex. Getting off is all well and good but Kyle wants connection with his partner. If there isn’t any connection or intimacy, what’s the point?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Kyle doesn’t like to masturbate unless you’re watching.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Mirror sex, or anything that allows Kyle to watch him fuck you or watch you fuck him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home, specifically on the bed or sofa. Kyle wants both of you to be comfortable. Plus, he likes to take his time and you can’t really do that anywhere else.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Enthusiastic, verbal consent. And by that I mean “I want you to [insert thing you want done to you here], Kyle.” Man is fucking gone. Chomping at the bit. His only response is “yes ma’am/sir” and then it’s on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Voyeurism. He doesn’t want to watch others and doesn’t want others watching him and his partner. Age play or being called “daddy.”

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Equally enjoys receiving and giving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends! If he simply needs to be inside you for a quickie, expect it to be fast and rough, but he’d rather take his time. Slow and sensual with lots of foreplay and intimacy is his preference.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kyle enjoys an impromptu quickie now and again, but Kyle enjoys intimacy with his sex, so I can’t see him having quickies often.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolutely down to experiment but also needs his partner to know that even he has hard limits and will respect that. Won’t take risks in the bedroom unless the two of you are trying something new. Public sex or potentially getting caught is up in the air. Would be down for a quickie at work but anything that might actually get the two of you in trouble is a no.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If Kyle has the entire day to have sex, I would say five rounds and that includes a round of just oral. However, if this is after a long day, he could probably get one in. Just because he does what he does for a living doesn’t mean Kyle has energy for sex after work. I’d say his recovery period between would be the average standard amongst men his age.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I can’t see Kyle using toys on himself but absolutely for his partner. He does not shy away from them and would absolutely incorporate them into the bedroom. But he would also make sure that the toys are something you both consent to and pick out together.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A bit of a tease but not much. Kyle is more likely to tease when he’s feeling a bit playful. When it comes to general intimacy and connection, physical touch is important to him. Kyle is more likely to tease just day-to-day than during sex.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud at all. Kyle has a softer voice in the bedroom, but communicates a lot. Loves to praise and speak softly to you. Absolutely groans and whimpers.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Enjoys cock warming between sex sessions.

X = Xtra (an additional headcanon)

Loves it when you praise him back.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Decent. He could definitely have sex every day but he doesn’t see it as a requirement in a relationship.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kyle wouldn’t fall asleep until aftercare is done. He’ll check to make sure you’re completely satiated and taken care of first before settling in.

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Ghost NSFW Alphabet

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He loves to take care of you before, during and after sex.

He is very affectionate and he always makes sure to clean you and that you are taken care of.

Are you hungry? Thirsty or you just want to sleep? He got you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of  their partner’s)

He loves everything about you, especially your legs.

How they wrap around him and keep him in you, he loves to put them around his shoulders when he eats you out. He loves running his hand up from your ankles to your waist.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn't really have a favourite place to cum. He would do wherever you want him to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You.

You are his dirty little secret no one knows about. It is to keep you safe, not even Price knows about you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Surprisingly, he doesn't have much experience.

Sure he had sex before, but the level of love and affection he feels towards you is more than just sex. At first, it scares him because he doesn't have experience with love.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You on top.

He's big so he's often worried he would crush you, so when you are on top, he doesn't have to worry.

He loves watching you bounce on him, grabbing you everywhere he could as you take what you need from him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious.

Much like on the battlefield, to Simon, intimacy is very important, but if you are being goofy, he surely wouldn't mind and play along.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't particularly mind having hair but if you don't like it, he would make sure to shave.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Touchy, he loves holding hands and saying meaningful things during sex. He always wants to be sure you know just how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Very rarely does he masturbate.

During missions, he can get his frustration out by shooting. But he does sometimes, in the darkness of a room touches himself while thinking about you. He would always recall the last time you two had sex, and it helps him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes to pull your hair and grab your waist, but he has a kink for putting his thumb in your mouth and you suck on it while he pounds you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Always in private, when there is only you two.

He is a very secretive man, and he doesn't like to give the chance to anyone to be able to see what's his.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The simplest kindness can turn him on.

But seeing you dance would be a huge turn on for him. Watching you cook dinner and slowly swaying your hips gets him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Daddy kink is actually a trigger for him. Given how his father treated him.

You once called him Daddy, trying out something new and the way he froze, you knew you ruined it all.

You never called him Daddy after that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is a giver, he enjoys you just sitting on his face.

But he also enjoys it when you go down on him.

69 is actually one of his favourite positions.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes a fast pace. Given his size, he thinks that is a normal pace.

You have to tell him that it is fast, but you actually really like it.

He also likes to take his sweet time and do it slowly. On the floor, when you two couldn't make it to the bed.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't exactly like quickies.

He does like to take his time but it doesn't mean quickies don't happen with Simon.

Quickies are mainly whenever either of you feel up for it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Simon likes it whenever you come up with a new idea, let that be a new position or any roleplay you might come up with, but he doesn't come up with any ideas himself. The biggest risk he has ever taken was when he leaned you against a window and fucked you from behind.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Simon could go forever. It's not him who gets tired first.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Simon is not against toys, if you are up for it, but he wouldn't particularly be the one to come up with the idea of toys or bringing toys into your sex life.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing king.

He loves to see you frustrated so teasing is in his nature.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Very very quiet.

Simon barely makes any noise. But if he does, be prepared to cum on stop because it's the sexiest thing ever.

He would always tell you how much he loves you when you two are connected.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Huge.

Simon could pass for a porn star for sure, but you also prefer people not to see his cock, it is all for you after all.

He doesn't even know he's big. He can only assume since you look so tiny compared to him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He loves sex, but more of the aspect that he's making you feel good and that he can be so close to you.

He is a man, so he does enjoy it, but he prefers the intimacy and the closeness.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's rather quick to fall asleep, especially if you are holding him. He knows he is safe so why wouldn't he just go to sleep straight away?

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The Oar in the Sand - Chapter Thirty: Crossroads

I’m sure some of you have been waiting patiently for this. I hope I’ve done this chapter justice. Let me know what you think :)

As always, enjoy! 

AO3 Link because I always forget. 

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The sky blurry, a chaos of cloud. Overgrown grass is creeping through the pavement slabs, three blimps humming over the skyline. Playing cards rippling like kites in the wind. Hey? Can you hear me? Grass brushes my knees, the stems glittering with blood. Wet bone crunch beneath my feet. I think she might be dead. Have you even checked her pulse? The sky bleeds amber, now crimson. It wells from the horizon, light speckling the grass. Beads of rain under a blood sky. The moon has a headache. Careful with her. Just put her here. Clouds swell over concrete skyscrapers. The storm screams across the sun, shutters of thunder. What do we do now? Talk us through it. It hungers, bulges, breathes sparks into the city. The labyrinth unfurls once more. 

‘You’re awake.’ 

I opened my eyes, squinting under the patter of rain. It took a couple of seconds to work out where I was. I was still in Shibuya, the crossing just barely recognisable beneath the grass and foliage. Except, my body ached all over. My shin in particular was throbbing, and I didn’t dare move it. I was lying on the tarmac with my head resting against Chishiya’s leg. He was propped up against a car, now bleeding from a second bullet wound to the chest. 

‘What happened?’ I tried to ask, as a sharp pain reverberated through my lungs. There was a tight heaviness in my chest, and it was difficult to breathe.

‘Don’t talk. You’ll make it worse.’ 

Wincing, I cleared my throat and tried again. My voice was strained. ‘You’re…’ 

‘Ah, about that,’ Chishiya said. ‘Usagi appeared right after Niragi shot you. Naturally he tried to do the same to her.’

You took the bullet? 

No, that couldn’t be right. It was so unlike him. For as long as I had known him, I could count on one hand the number of times Chishiya had risked his life for another person. 

As if reading my thoughts, Chishiya explained, ‘I wanted to do something uncharacteristic. I guess I paid the ultimate price.’ 

‘But why?’ 

‘Kuzuryu was the King of Diamonds. At first, I thought he was trying to determine the value of a life. But it turned out he just couldn’t bring himself to decide how much a life is worth.’ Chishiya paused, as if he was still unsure of what had happened. ‘He sacrificed his own life because he couldn’t bring himself to kill me. Apparently it went against his ideals.’

I had known all along that Chishiya would be the one to clear the King of Diamonds - and likely the Jack too. But it didn’t surprise me to hear that the Beach’s very own second-in-command was also a civilian here in the Borderlands. Nothing surprised me anymore. Even if the King of Spades blimp suddenly appeared in Shibuya, it wouldn’t be unexpected.

‘I thought maybe I should try to do something different.’ Chishiya said. ‘Because of Kuzuryu and Arisu, their ideals. And you. I thought you were dead.’ 

Dead? Was I dead? 

I looked down, finally noticing the blood staining my shirt. With one hand, I slowly lifted the fabric, revealing the bullet hole between my ribs. A square of clear plastic - like the cover of a dressing - had been taped over it on three sides. Every time I inhaled, the plastic would stick to the wound, and whenever I exhaled, the free corner of the square lifted slightly. 

A one-way valve…

Now that I was aware of the sensation, I could feel the stickiness of tape on my back. There must have been another square of plastic there too. There was no way Chishiya could have treated me in his condition. He didn’t say anything, but I had a feeling it was Arisu and Usagi who patched me up while Chishiya talked them through the process. They must have raided a convenience store for dressings and tape. 

‘You’ve got a traumatic pneumothorax,’ Chishiya said. ‘After Niragi shot you, the bullet went straight through your lung. You’re lucky you’re alive, though you’re on thin ice right now. If you move too much, you’ll bleed more and the plastic will stick to your skin. And if those two don’t clear the Queen of Hearts soon, you’ll die without treatment.’ 

By ‘those two’,  he must have meant Arisu and Usagi. If what he said was correct, that meant every other game had been cleared and there was just the Queen of Hearts remaining. We were almost home, and this was just the final hurdle. Chishiya himself looked weary. His face was pallid and there were bags under his eyes. 

‘You’ll die too.’  

He hummed in agreement. ‘Looks like we’re in the same boat.’ 

I closed my eyes, feeling the cold rain against my skin. Although it couldn’t numb the pain in my fractured leg or the ache in my chest, the cool sensation was refreshing, and it helped to wash away the worries of this world. But as I lay there with my head against Chishiya’s leg, listening to his steady breathing, a thought struck me.

‘Kuina… where is she?’ 

‘Who knows? The last I heard she completed the Jack of Spades.’ 

So she’s alive. 

But alive or not, she wasn’t here. The last time I had seen her was right before the Jack of Hearts, when she had hugged me so tightly and demanded that Chishiya look after me. Was that really the last time we would see one another? There was no way I could reach her now. 

‘I never got to see her again.’ 

Kuina had been by my side no matter what hell this world threw at me. It broke my heart knowing that I might die before I ever saw her again. However, Chishiya didn’t seem as troubled as I was.

‘You will,’ he said simply, ‘when we get back.’ 

He sounded so sure of himself, but I just wasn’t convinced. ‘What if Usagi and Arisu… don’t finish their game?’ 

‘You have such unwavering faith in them,’ Chishiya said dryly.

‘They’re up against Mira,’ I told him. ‘She’s the Queen of Hearts.’ 

‘How did you find that out?’ 

‘From the King.’ 

There was a moment of pause. ‘So you were in the King of Hearts. That explains a lot.’ 

It didn’t explain anything. Unless Chishiya had been looking for me, or he’d heard differently from another player. 

Seeing my confusion, he added, ‘I waited at the furniture store.’ 

You waited for me…

The news felt like a punch to the gut. He must have been waiting after his games, having figured that I would come back eventually. And when I did return to the store, it was likely that I had just missed him. If only I had been there earlier, or if I’d never ventured into the King of Hearts game at all, we could have avoided all of this mess. 

But then I never would have met the King. 

‘Chishiya…’ I struggled to find the right words to explain everything I had learned about this world and the last. And when I spoke, I had to stop every few seconds just to breathe. ‘So many times my dad used to say that… he was in his right to command respect…  and that we had to respect him at all times…’ 

Chishiya scoffed. ‘Just like a tyrant.’ 

‘A lot like a tyrant… He would say the same thing over and over… but I don’t think he realised… the moment you command respect is the same moment that you lose it… I know that now.’ 

There was a silence, and I knew that Chishiya was listening to every word. 

‘I did the same thing as he did,’ I said. ‘I just expected you to stay by my side… and let the others deal with the games… I didn’t think about how you were feeling… And even when we joined the Jack of Hearts… I still expected you to stay with me and leave everything to everyone else—’ I coughed suddenly, and Chishiya warned me again to be careful. ‘I’m sorry… I realise now, communication works both ways… This whole time, I should have asked you what you wanted to do.’ 

Once again, he was silent. I could feel the tension between us, and wincing a little I angled my head back to look at him. He was staring at the ground, his expression empty. 

‘It’s okay if you don’t see yourself as having any value… or if you don’t have any will to live,’ I whispered. ‘Because I’ve got enough for the both of us.’ 

Despite the blood on our hands and the agony we were in, I knew I had to tell him how I felt. He could fight against it all he wanted, but he needed to know that I refused to let him self-destruct. And just as the rain cooled our skin and cleaned our wounds, the tension disappeared in an instant. 

‘I thought I would know,’ Chishiya said suddenly. ‘After completing the King of Diamonds, I thought I would understand the value of my life. I wondered why I’m even here in this world, what my purpose is, why I’m even surviving at all. But I just felt empty. I realised this whole time, I’ve just been an empty shell of a person.’ 

‘You’re not empty.’ 

‘Yes, I am. I once threw away a letter from a patient containing his dying wishes, just because I couldn’t be bothered giving it to his family.’ 

I didn’t know what to say. It was such an awful thing to reveal about himself, and so unnecessarily cruel at that. But that was the Chishiya from the past. Would he do the same thing now? Somehow, I didn’t think so.

‘Maybe you did… but you’re also the same person… who saved my life so many times… and you gave me those books to help me learn Japanese… you treated my arm in the pharmacy too…’ 

‘That was only because I wanted to use you.’

‘I know,’ I said. ‘But it was the start… of us.’ 

Chishiya didn’t reply. I felt the softness of his breathing and nothing more. He didn’t seem particularly annoyed, but I could sense that he was thinking deeply as he always did. I wondered if this was enough. If we died here in the rain, entangled with one another like this, would we have said enough to put all of our skeletons to rest? Or would there still be parts of ourselves left unburied?

And then Chishiya muttered something under his breath. ‘別の実現があった.’ I realised something else too. 

He shifted a little as he reached into his pocket. Then I felt his fingers around my wrist, and he pulled my hand up towards his lap. He fumbled a little, slipping something onto my finger - my ring. In awe, I held my hand up so that I could see it better. The bright green stone and the tiny silverwork sun glinted even in the grey daylight.  

You had it all along. 

And then I realised that something was amiss. ‘Chishiya… it’s on the wrong finger.’ 

The left ring finger is only for… 

I tried to wiggle it off so that I could put it on the right finger, only for Chishiya to stop me. 

‘Leave it.’

‘But, that means—’ 

‘I was thinking about what you said, before I left.’ His voice lowered and I could scarcely hear him over the rainfall. ‘I don’t just want to be near you.’

I stared at the ring on my finger until tears threatened to spill down my cheeks. The first time he gave this to me, we had been standing on the soft riverbank as the Beach burned behind us. He was so certain that it was simply a piece of metal. Proof and nothing more. 

It rained back then too. 

‘You don’t have to cry every time I give you something.’ 

I sniffled, wiping my face with my sleeve. ‘Yeah, well, I still hate you… Shuntarou.’ 

‘Ah, it seems I’ve finally been upgraded to first-name basis.’ He closed his eyes, sinking back against that car door. ‘It took you long enough.’

‘I didn’t know… which name you preferred,’ I protested. ‘In the past you would have killed me… for calling you by your first name.’ 

‘That’s a slight exaggeration.’

‘Anyway,’ I gestured to the ring. ‘I thought you didn’t care… about this stuff.’ 

‘I don’t,’ he said. ‘But you do.’ 

I smiled, glad that his eyes were shut and he couldn’t see my face at that moment. I was probably blushing with the embarrassment of how well he knew me. Especially the dream I had told him about all that time ago in the jewellery store. 

You remembered everything.

‘What will you do… after all this is over?’ I asked. 

‘You mean if we survive?’ He hummed, unfazed by the idea of our uncertain deaths. ‘I’m not sure. In the past I was never really living. I just existed and got by however I could.’ There was a brief hesitation. His eyes cracked open. ‘And then I met you.’

He didn’t explain what he meant by that statement, nor did he seem to want to. 

‘I imagine things will be different if I go back,’ he said. ‘But I don’t know what I’ll do yet.’ 

I could understand his hesitation. The normal world would take some getting used to, and after everything we had been through and everything we had seen, was it even possible to continue with our normal lives? Perhaps not. I couldn’t unsee the blood, the bodies draped and dangling. All I knew was that I needed find my brother and somehow sever ties with my father. It wasn’t something I was exactly looking forward to, but it had to be done. I had to be stronger now. 

And of course, I had to find Kuina in the real world too. Maybe after all of this, we could sit down and have a drink together. 

Time passed in silence, and although the sun was setting the Queen of Hearts blimp still lurked over the skyline. Part of me wondered whether Arisu and Usagi failed the game, but that way of thinking would get me nowhere. I had to have faith in them. They were our only hope now. 

Eventually the rain drizzled to a stop. Chishiya’s breathing was more haggard than before. His leg was cold beneath my head, and when I looked up at him his eyes were closed. If not for the rise and fall of his chest, I would have thought he was dead.

‘Shuntaro,’ I whispered, as a cough rattled my chest. I tasted blood on my tongue, and I knew that I was running out of time too. ‘Hang on a little longer.’ 

His hand brushed against my hair as he picked up a strand and played with the ends. ‘Worry more about your own injuries.’ 

‘I’m fine.’

‘I heard that cough. There’s no point in lying.’ 

‘Stop deflecting—’ 

A new voice interrupted me. It was a voice that I had heard so many times before, and if I was honest with myself, I had hoped never to hear it again. 

‘You two never shut up, you know that,’ 

Oh god no. 

‘Niragi?’ I tried to pinpoint where his voice was coming from. It sounded like he was somewhere behind Chishiya, perhaps near one of the other cars ‘How are you even alive? Why are you alive?’ 

Wherever he was, he scoffed. ‘Bitch. I could say the same thing about you.’ 

Really?

Niragi was unbelievable. Even if I couldn’t see him, his presence alone had ruined everything. ‘I should have strangled you… when I had the chance.’ 

‘I should have shot you in the fucking head. My mistake.’ 

Chishiya snickered, but it quickly turned into a cough. Beneath his wry expression, it was clear that his injuries were getting to him, although he would never admit to it. I felt awful using his leg as a pillow like this, but it would be far too painful to sit up. 

‘Try not to goad him on,’ he said. ‘If you move too much, your lung could rupture even further and fill with blood. If that happened, I wouldn’t be able to do anything for you.’  

‘Fine,’ I muttered. ‘I just wish he didn’t exist… He’s a waste of cells.’ 

‘Oi!’ The response was instant. ‘I heard that.’ 

I didn’t reward him with a response, and instead diverted my attention to the sunset. The sun was sinking slowly over the concrete buildings, staining the sky a warm pink and lilac. As the light faded, stars began to appear. I wanted to trace them with my fingertips, but I no longer had the energy. I could barely move my arms, and the pain in my leg and chest was quickly becoming unbearable. 

It would have been so easy, so gentle, to close my eyes and sink into sleep. In a world like this, sleep was a luxury — one I would never take for granted again. I only realised that I was slipping away when Chishiya’s voice roused me. 

‘Stay here.’  

His voice dragged me back from the darkness, back to this awful world. It took a conceited effort just to keep my eyes focused and avoid drifting away again. 

I’ll stay with you. 

It was only after an incredible length of time that a familiar screech of metal sounded in the distance. My eyes shot wide open.

I know that sound! 

The Queen of Hearts blimp exploded against the stars. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, because at that moment I knew we had won. 

‘Shuntaro?’ My voice was gravelly with blood. ‘They did it… We can go home now.’ 

Chishiya gave a distinct hum. ‘So they did.’ 

Somewhere in the dark, I heard Niragi complain. ‘Fucking finally.’ 

The moment the blimp crashed to the ground, fireworks in every colour lit up the night sky like chrysanthemums, bursting and fizzling into dust. Who had set them off if all the civilians were dead? It was one of the mysteries of this world. Either way, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at the sight. Beside me, Chishiya was lazily watching the fireworks with a satisfied smile.

A voice boomed across the city like an intercom. 

‘ALL SURVIVING PLAYERS WILL BE PRESENTED WITH TWO CHOICES. PLAYERS MUST NOW ALL DECIDE WHETHER TO ACCEPT PERMANENT RESIDENCY IN THIS COUNTRY, OR DECLINE IT.’ 

Two choices. To remain or to leave? The Queen of Diamonds had hinted as this very moment right before her life came to an end.

‘Like you, I was inquisitive for knowledge. I also wanted to find out more about this place, and so I chose to stay.’ 

My brother was waiting for me back in the real world. He could be hurt, or worse. However, here I could live life without restrictions or limits. I was free. 

But would I be living or surviving?

I looked back at Chishiya. He appeared uncertain, or at least unconvinced by the options. ‘What do you want to do?’ 

‘I was going to ask you the same thing,’ he said. ‘Either way, it doesn’t matter to me.’ 

I smiled, knowing deep down that even though I was free in this world, there was only one true choice for me. 

‘I’m declining it. 手にしない.’ 

Chishiya looked away, his face half-buried by darkness, half-lit by fireworks. I could see him thinking carefully, measuring his life. Finally, he spoke. 

‘I’ll decline it, I think.’ 

I reached back and slid my fingers around his. For once he didn’t fight me away or pull away. Instead, he turned to his right and spoke into the shadows. 

‘What do you think you’ll do?’ 

There was a pause, then Niragi replied with, ‘I don’t want it.’ 

After all that, you too…

It felt monumental. Everything we had fought for had come down to this very moment. I continued watching the fireworks light up the night sky, listening to Chishiya’s steady breathing, our cold fingers touching. 

One by one, I noticed the windows of the buildings becoming brighter. At first, it seemed like the light of the fireworks reflecting in the glass. But they continued to glow in the dark, the light from each window blurring into one another like torches. Suddenly, there was a tugging sensation, a drag of unreality pulling me away from this place.

It’s time…

And with that thought, the labyrinth erupted in a blinding white light. 

[wxnheart]

Can I get a price x civilian reader? Like maybe they were on their period and having really bad cramps and price comforts them or smth idk. I JUST LOVE PRICE.

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐆 - Cpt. Price x Civilian!Reader

note: so I changed it up, anon, and decided to center your request around the reader and Price's reunion whenever he's away on duty. also, I headcanon that his s/o calls him Jack so both names will be used interchangeably throughout the list. thanks for sending this wonderful request!

If there's one thing that Price stressed from day one, it's that his job was time-consuming and it would keep you two apart for indeterminate periods of time.

Strength of will—you had it in spades, doll. But even then, you couldn't deny the loneliness. You missed your lovely Jack. And he missed you with equal measure.

The hardest part was always when he left. You took it like a champ, with your head held high and the firm belief that he would come back to you. And he always did.

And Price, as battle-hardened and tough as he was, had his moments. When he was alone, cigar alight, basking in the temporary peace, his thoughts were of you and your wonderful hugs.

That was the stuff dreams were made of, and it made your reunions sweeter.

You called it Operation Cuddle Bug. Every time Jack came home, he wanted nothing more than to be in your arms and you in his; you both basked in the affection. You both needed this, needed the rest, reassurance, and most importantly, the reinforcement.

The first time he sees you, he always hugs you so damn tight. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, committing your scent to memory yet again. You reciprocate and it's some time before you two part. If he could, John would hold you for eternity. He kisses your forehead after you part and you've fallen in love all over again.

Oh! He also loves to shower with you. Yeah, he'll hold you in the shower, and hell yeah, it's kisses and laughter galore. And oh shit, you've run out of hot water—

After a nice meal, you'll rest on the couch. You'll either be sitting comfortably in his lap, plastered by his side or hell, splayed on top of him. And Price takes it all in stride. He's missed this so damn much. The soft glow of the lamp, music playing low in the background, you in his arms... yeah, Jack's home. He'll cherish the moment and it gives him all the more incentive to come back home—to you—again and again.

And yeah, it feels like forever since he's had a good night's rest, and it's all due to feeling your warmth resting snugly against his back and your arm around his waist. Yeah, he's missed that.

Of course, sexy times will come later. Of course. But for now, you and Jack will savor the time you have until it's back on the road again.

And you'll be refreshed; you'll hold your head high and you'll know deep in your heart that he'll return to you. He always does.

Yeah... you'd say Operation Cuddle Bug was a success.

[callofdudes]

Guys, guys! I know there are a lot of AU's out there but I am BEGGING you to consider a Space/Astronaut AU!! I'm begging!

Like Ghost and Soap wearing those cool pants and the shirts. The outfits alone. And Soap knows all the really fancy space stuff and likes to fix up odds and ends of the space station.

He likes to thrust himself off the walls and whatnot when he's bored.

Ghost sits upside down on the ceiling of the space station. Just close his eyes and crisscross on the ceiling. Or laying flat on his back and Soap will come over under him and they just talk like that.

They get to spend a bunch of time out in space looking at everything around them. Existential conversations and cool space stuff.

And they get to go around outside the station in their suits to fix something up. They can flirt in the middle of space!!

And it's calm and quiet and all that good stuff. If Price and Gaz are up there with them that would be amazing.

And they get to actively shit on Graves who works down in the control station because he's a living nightmare. Hates Soap because he got into the program instead of him so now whenever they ask for more supplies he specifically takes off certain requested items just to be petty. And he can get away with it because he's Shepherd's golden child.

Ghost and Price talking shit about the food packs they get while Price sits in one of those fancy chairs and Ghost talks to him from upside down on the ceiling. 😭

~~~~~

"You better keep your head up Johnny, I ain't going out there to rescue you if you float away."

"Awa' an bile yer heid."

Simon chuckles, watching Johnny on the camera control as he fixes up the docking port for a new shipment of supplies they were to receive in a weeks time.

"You think they'll get you those cookies??"

Johnny scoffed. "Ah doubt it, that guy in mission control seems to hate my guts. What's his name?"

"Phillip..." They both drawl in unison.

~~~~~

"I wonder how long it would take us to get there."

Price sighed. "Simon, we talked about this. No more talking about jumping into black hole."

"But it's a giant vacuum. Would rip me apart. Would rip us apart."

"No talking about dragging your mates into black holes either."

Simon chuckled, continuing to swipe through the photos the satellite had taken earlier that morning while bobbing along the ceiling.

~~~~~

"Looks like someone ran out of gell." Kyle snickered when Johnny hopped up from his pod.

"Oh shush." Johnny patted his hair, attempting to get it to stay but it was no use. "bloody space gravity." He cursed.

~~~~~

*Insert intense GhostSoap space kiss*

~~~~~

Kyle took a deep breath, immediately regretting it and choking on air. "Oh fuck-" He wheezed.

Simon squinted. "Ew... Earth..."

Johnny bent over, feeling his spine being crushed as Price patted his back and helped him with his throw up bag. A regular occurrence.

"Why is it so... Moist. I don't like it." Simon crossed his arms, feeling 30 years older than he actually was under the new gravity.

Johnny kept throwing up.

"You ok son?" Price asked, patting his back.

Johnny just gave him a thumbs up.

"We look stupid as shit right now." Kyle whispered to Simon as their entire space team and friends and family watched the scene.

Simon nodded in agreement. "Yeah, yeah we do..."

~~~~~

Guys please there is so much potential I want to write a GhostSoap space/astronauts AU for them y'all. I have so many ideas and thoughts in my brain for this I wish I could get it all out coherently but I'm choking back dumping it all on you guys right now.

I know Jack shit about space but that won't stop me!

[guardian-of-storytelling]

Katherine x Jack oneshot

"You're not him."

- Katherine's Diary -

Dear diary

It's now been exactly 1.095 days after Jack became Jack. We are now in the year of 1936, and I am sitting here - in Big Root - all alone in my old childhood bunk bed, writing this paragraph. It's New Years Eve, and all of Santoff Claussen is celebrating the new year excitingly; with Jack making it a "snow day," as he likes to call it, for everyone. I wish I could join them. But something just feels so off to me lately, I was not able to tell what it is or where the feeling originated from - until now. Whenever I look at Jack, something just doesn't align anymore. It's like a sting in my heart, so quite the opposite of "butterflies in your stomach." You'd think by now I am used to his new appearance. But no... I -

Just at that moment, Jack came in running and burst the door open, swiftly closing it behind his back. Breathing heavily, in and out, the boy lifted his head, staring at a completely perplexed Katherine. The children had set up a snowball fight, and Jack was obviously, to his own surprise, losing. It was also long past their bedtime already, hence why all the children were awake, still.

The night filled the air with a swift cold breeze, and the stars shimmered in all their glory. But every year at New years Eve, they were allowed to stay up longer than the parents usually permitted. It was a highly priced event for the kids because in that night, they could see the constellations Katherine had told them about in all her stories. For the big wrap-up of the night, Ombric sets up his huge telescope for them to watch the constellations up close, which always causes great excitement amongst the town's children.

However, Katherine closed her book quickly, hiding it behind her back. She didn't want Jack to feel like she was hiding something from him, but Jack knew it was more than obvious that something wasn't alright. He knew his Katherine better than she wanted to admit. As his heavy breaths calmed down, he approached - and sat beside her. Katherine rubbed her arm nervously, trying not to lock eyes with him. She then clutched to the sheets of her bed, trying to ease her tension somehow. When Jack made note of that, he immediately reached for her tensed hands and placed them within his own rather cold hands. Moments later, Katherine could feel her chin being lifted after she'd calmed.

"Katherine. I can sense you're overthinking about something. Mind telling me what it is? You've been very distant toward me lately." His soft-spoken words made the girl ease her expression and the grip she had on his hands. "Take your time. I'm here to listen." She took a deep breath, then nodded. "Look, Jack. I-" Katherine stopped, pulling back her hands. "I don't know... it's just... When I look into your eyes, I see HIM. But you're not him. You're just ... Jack."

Jack tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. He was obviously quite confused and tried to understand her words. "You're speaking in riddles. Who's 'he'?" he questioned. Katherine's face lowered again. She appeared rather troubled and sad because she knew Jack was purposefully wiping his memories of the past and wouldn't stop doing so.

"Nightlight." she finally managed to say - there was just so much agony in that voice of hers when mentioning that name. "You mean the boy you're always talking about to me, right?" Katherine nodded in agreement. "You miss him. I can sense that. From all the stories you told me about him, I think you were really close." Katherine nodded again but turned away when a tired honk was heard from a corner. Kailash had just awakened from all the noise that was going on outside of Big Root. She waddled up to the both of them and huddled beside Katherine. Petting Kailash's head, she continued. "You're talking of Nightlight as if he was a different person. You're him, but you're NOT him. And that's the problem. Nightlight is gone, and he'll never return."

As tears start to form in her watery grey eyes, Jack tenderly wiped his finger over Katherine's cheeks as they flow down, removing them. "Katherine, look. I know I am not him as much as you know. But maybe it's time to see me as who I am now, not as whom I used to be. I may never compete to the legacy of Nightlight, but I know he was always there for you. And I am trying my absolute best to do the same. Now, how about we go watch the constellations and teach them to the kids like you taught me, shall we?" Jack suggested, grinning. She silently agreed and bent sideways to kiss his cheek, then proceeded to walk outside. "Thank you, Jack. Nightlight would've wanted me to do the same."

[sullustangin]

SWTOR Secret Santa 2023

This is for @levedor-legacy for the SWTOR Secret Santa 2023 – thank you @frauleiiin for running this!

Here’s a Life Day story starring “a deadly can of Arizona Iced Tea,” the Himbolorian himself, Orriel Devero.

~~

Orriel stared at the Galactic Trade Network.

…Math was hard.

Life Day was one of Orriel’s favorite holidays of the year.  He knew it was expensive, so he made it point to pick up a few extra bounties.  He even did some of the silly ones that really didn’t require a bounty hounter, but hey, if they were willing pay to see him get mauled by an agitated loth cat stuck in a tree, Orriel would do it. 

He went to scratch his head, but then he remembered that he still had his helmet on – always did on Vaiken.  The problem was the Life Day sales.  Were they really sales?  Or had the prices been jacked up a few weeks before and now there was a ‘sale’?  Orriel wasn’t a genius, but he was streetwise enough to know a few tricks people used to boost sales. 

Sale or not, credits came in on the regular – Orriel was a damn good bounty hunter.  Hell, he was the Grand Champion of the Great Hunt.  That said, Gault was the one who tracked the credits and investments, and Mako made sure all those credits continued to exist for Orriel – not Gault. 

Somehow, though, whenever Life Day rolled around, Orriel felt uneasy about whether he’d have enough.  Anxiety wasn’t his thing but… he wanted to get it right for everyone. 

…well, almost everyone.  Orriel still wasn’t sure what to do about the newest crewmember.  It probably hadn’t been the best idea to pick up a new crewmember from Belsavis, the Pub’s secret prison planet.  At the time, Orriel had needed a hand, and he never really knew how to end a contract with someone…

Ok, so he did, but that was going to be a mess for 2V to clean up, and even droids deserved Life Day.  And Skadge seemed like one of those guys that would always turn up again, even if he was dumped on an abandoned asteroid.  Fortunately, he kept mostly to himself underdecks.    He had little interest in the other members of the crew.

It wasn’t just the new crewmember that had Orriel worried about the finances for Life Day gifts.  There was Mako.

…she was his best gal.  His only gal, if he was really honest.  He wanted to get something special, but… whenever he looked at the ads for rings and stuff like that, none of the women were like Mako.  They didn’t have dirt and oil under their nails, and they definitely didn’t seem to know their way around a blaster or a kolto probe.  In the type of work they did, a ring that could get dented, broken, or have the stone fall out was no good.  Or it could get stuck on her finger and have to be chopped off – Mandos liked women with scars and battle wounds, but Orriel was pretty sure Mako wanted to keep all of her fingers, regardless of how hot he thought it was.  

A group gift from the entire crew was considered, to play it safe… but Orriel wanted it to be from him – just him.  Advice for personal gifts to girls was also not probably going to be found on-ship; the only person he knew that had a girlfriend in the past was Gault, and that apparently didn’t end well for her. 

“Orriel!  Su'cuy, vod!”  Orriel turned at Torian’s greeting. 

“You got everything you needed?” Orriel asked. 

“Had a plan.  Carried it out.  Easy enough,” Torian replied.

“Ori’jate.” Orriel eyed the GTN kiosk.  “…did you get a gift for everyone?”

“Yeah.  Having trouble?”

Orriel nodded.  “No idea what to get for someone who makes the ship run.  How do you express how much you appreciate them?”

Torian sagely nodded.  Then he told him, “Explosives.” 

Orriel stared at Torian.  “Seriously?”

“Don’t overcomplicate things,” Torian advised him.  “I know we buy Blizz ordinance weekly, but sometimes ‘more’ of a person’s favorite things is exactly what they want.”

Oh.  Orriel touched his hand to his helmet. “Thanks.  I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Then he stopped, and slowly, surely, he had a thought.  “Torian, did we keep the scraps around from when we recast my helmet?”

“Think so.  Have to check the cargo bay.” 

“Great.  Grab a crate of iced tea from the station cantina, and I’ll meet you back at the ship.”

~~

Somehow, accidentally, Skadge was left at Vaiken.  Somehow, for unknown reasons, none of his messages were getting through the main comm boards. 

Blizz told Orriel that he’d fix it … after Life Day.  “Blizz need to fix engine room.  New guy messy.  No system!”  Orriel had been completely unaware of any system of organization created by Blizz, but he took the little guy’s word for it. 

Torian had been right; Blizz just wanted more explosives, and he was happy as a droid in an oil bath.  “Thanks, Boss!”

Gault, as usual, had printed “GIFT CARDS OR CREDITS” across the top of his LIFE DAY GIFT LIST.  He had plastered numerous copies of the list to the interior of the windshield of the Mantis, so Orriel would get the hint this year.  He did.

Torian’s gift was one that that Orriel took some pride in.  He’d managed to source some spare parts for Torian’s antique techstaff; it’d been passed down on his mother’s side for centuries.  Techstaffs themselves hadn’t evolved very much, but that particular model had been discontinued way, way before Torian was born.  Orriel knew a guy who knew a guy, and the well-packaged crate had arrived well ahead of Life Day. 

Torian hadn’t said much – never did.  But Orriel didn’t miss how those blue eyes sparkled at the sight of the parts and then how quickly he’d disappeared off to the ship’s worktable.

Orriel smiled at the small pile of gifts on the dashboard.  He wasn’t that hard to shop for:  give him gas canisters and cartridges, a vibroknife, and explosives, and he was happy. 

That said, Mako had done the best:  she got him a new weapons rack that latched into both of his closet doors.  When the door was opened, it expanded out to its full size, but when the door closed, it got all nice and compact.  Mako was the absolute best. 

And when the chrono clicked over and Gault came up to the cockpit, it was time for Mako to get her gift. 

Gault clapped his shoulder.  “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

Orriel gave Gault a quizzical look, then he headed below to the crew quarters.  Mako, being the only girl on the ship, got her own little partition, and that’s where he found her, scrolling through the Holonet on her datapad.  She immediately looked up when Orriel leaned in her doorway and gave him a smile.  “Hey.”

“Thanks for weapons rack.  How’d you get it in there?”

Mako got up from her bunk and walked past him into the hallway.  “Blizz says we need to do duct maintenance.  Really dusty in there, and the last thing you want is any mouse – droid or otherwise – nesting in there.” Mako tossed a teasing grin over her shoulder as she made her way toward the big viewport.

“Blizz is awesome,” Orriel said, as he followed her.  “He seemed really, really happy with all the ordnance.”

“I don’t want to hear it when one of you blows your hand off.”  Mako rolled her eyes, but he knew she was teasing him. 

And that was his opening.  “Yeah, and see, that’s why I didn’t get you a ring.  Hand blown off, no more ring!”

Mako looked at him as if he was nuts.

“You’d still be cute, but I didn’t want you risk losing anything because of our line of work – statistically more likely to get injure—”  Orriel trailed off at she continued to stare at him like he'd grown a tail.

Ok, probably not the best idea to talk about casualty statistics with her on Life Day right before giving her a present.  “But I still want to give you something you can wear, all the time.”  He tapped his armor’s chest pocket, and the hydraulics hissed open.  “So I’m always with you.”

Her face immediately went soft at those words.

Carefully, Orriel fished the chain out of his pocket.  He held it up to dangle between him and Mako.  The ring threaded upon it spun and reflected the light of some nearby sun shining through the viewport.

Mako stepped forward, her eyes large, to gently cup the bottom of the chain in her hand, letting Orriel hang onto it for now.  “It….it’s green.  And the ring– pink –”  She stared at it a moment longer.  “It’s from your armor?” she whispered.

Orriel nodded, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand, ruffling up his red hair.  “When Torian and I recast my helmet, we saved the scraps and the shavings for patches, but then…you.” He rested his hand on the back of his neck for a few moments before gesturing toward her.   I—Listen, I don’t know how you feel about the big, big long term – but you should know –”

“Shut up” was the only warning Orriel had before Mako pounced on him, sending the armored figure clattering to the floor, still valiantly holding up the necklace –

Which was soon snatched away and quickly worn.

It was a most excellent Life Day.

[thebardisabird]

I have my reasons for asking this but

The boys as sugar babies. How would they feel about it/their reaction be?

I just wanna see what your input on this would be...for science...👀💦

I think I got something for you, Aryll darling. 🤔 (I made this more sfw than not tho sorry lol - if you'd like an update, I can swing something!)

Some headcanons for the sextuplets being sugar babies, under the cut:

Osomatsu

He gets money whenever he wants and can DO whatever he wants and all he has to do is throw around some dick?! Sign him UP!

Literally doesn't make a change to his lifestyle whatsoever, he's very simple with what he wants: to not have to do jack shit and still have everything he needs.

So to know that he can do exactly that AND get laid? Yeah, he's 100% down to be a sugar baby.

Karamatsu

He gives it much thought, especially when Osomatsu tells him about how much fun he's having doing whatever he wants. Would it be so bad to not have to worry about his finances?

When he does find someone to support that lifestyle, he actually finds loves it! He's able to afford all sorts of musical instruments and travels across the world whenever he likes. The sex is also nothing to sneeze at as well, but...

He realizes after a long while that this type of life isn't meant for him. While he loves what he can afford - the hopeless romantic in him wants genuine connection. Sex without strings and love without a price tag.

Choromatsu

Ever the straightman, he finds that lifestyle something he could never imagine himself being a part of.

Yet when the offer comes to him - Choromatsu realizes he doesn't want to say no. There's too many benefits on his end, too much good that could come out of having his hobbies and NEET lifestyle funded for him.

He prefers to keep whether there are physical relations or not on the low. Very much treats it transactional outside of him and his sugar parent.

Ichimatsu

Doesn't entertain the concept in the slightest...until...

He miraculously ends up in a more escort-ish kind of situation. A much, much older, wealthy woman who honestly just wants company. She has a few cats and an old dog, which Ichimatsu helps her take care of. Perhaps even take walks around the park with her or go grocery shopping. And in return - she pays him handsomely for his time. No sex involved, just honest companionship.

He ends up treating it completely normal, has no problem telling her he loves her even, because deep down, he does. They end up bonding tremendously in a non-romantic way.

Jyushimatsu

He honestly thinks he's being propositioned to join a baseball team at first lol so he asks about his contract, how many seasons, etc.

His sugarparent actually finds this charming and offers him a generous allowance for just to kind of be around. Jyushimatsu enjoys physical connection - but he'd truly have to trust and feel emotions toward someone to want sex, and that may not be the case with this relationship in particular.

With that said, much like Karamatsu, Jyushimatsu may end up wanting a genuine partner rather than meaningless sex that ends up with money in his hands. Now if he was getting money just for someone to watch him swing his bat around all day...🤔

Todomatsu

He's living his best fucking life! Much like Osomatsu he is very down to be a sugarbaby. Who wouldn't want to be given money to do whatever they wanted all the time?!

Totty however is a little smarter - he takes a page out of the Rental Girlfriend Service's book and uses his cutesy attitude to get the upperhand on everything. He doesn't mind there being any physical aspects on the table either as long as his sugar-parent is good at it.

The most successful of the sugar babies. Loves to call his brothers from Dubai or Belize whenever he can to rub it in their faces

[quietwingsinthesky]

91 Owen/Anyone and/or 41 Jack/Tosh or Gwen :3

i will feed u. both.

"No. I'm not doing this. It's humiliating," Owen protests, slapping Jack's hands away whenever he tries to get a grip on him. "Don't you dare!"

"Should have thought about that before you took a dive out of a third story window," Jack says. He makes another grab at Owen and nearly gets him before Owen wriggles so much that Jack has to let go. Owen's the one who pays the price as he ends up jarring the leg he injured. (Broken? Probably not, unless Owen's stubborn enough to bitch his way through it. Jack can't tell, and they don't have time to argue about this, let alone for Owen to examine himself.)

"I was following you," Owen snaps.

"You trust me enough to jump after me, but not enough to let me carry you to safety?" Owen exhales loudly. There's a slight tremor in his jaw. Jack's been on the receiving end of just about any kind of pain imaginable. He knows what it looks like when you don't want to admit how bad it hurts. "You're not getting out of here on your own two feet."

"And you're not carrying me off like I'm your wife!"

"God, no. You'd be a terrible wife." Very briefly, Owen looks like he's about to argue that point, too. Jack almost wants to hear what he'd come up with. Unfortunately, Owen catches himself too quickly and goes back to grimacing. "Alright, fine. We'll do it this way." Jack turns his back on Owen. He hears Owen let out a sharp breath, as though he thinks Jack is about to leave him behind. Jack puts a hand out behind him, and too quickly, Owen grabs hold of it. "No, up around my neck. Grab on."

Owen hesitates. "You're serious?"

"Get on, Owen. Now." Owen shifts behind him, doing his best not to move his leg wrong. Jack feels him grabbing his shoulders. "Don't waste time feeling me up." That gets him a snort as Owen's arms wrap around his neck and lock as tight as they can. Jack grasps behind him to get ahold of Owen. He's not half as heavy as Jack was expecting. Enough still to make him stumble up to his feet, but Jack has him. Owen grunts, his head dipping to press his mouth against Jack's shoulder to muffle himself futilely. "Got you," Jack says, more gentle than he means it to be, than Owen would usually allow without something snarky in reply. Owen sucks in a breath. "Got you now. Bringing you home," Jack continues as he carries him.

He gets Owen back to the car. Toshiko, who was with them and was also not foolish enough to jump out a window, is already there. Owen tries to bat her away the same way he did Jack when she helps him settle into a seat, but Tosh slaps his hands right back and stares him down in the backseat while Jack drives until Owen, grumbling, lets himself be helped.

~~~~

Toshiko knows something is up from the moment Jack begins to grin from across the table. It never means well, that smile of his. It's mischief at best and life-threatening peril at worst. Despite herself, Toshiko leans in over her lunch, expectant, her heart already beginning to beat faster in anticipation.

"I've heard a rumor about this place," Jack says. He's trying for nonchalance, but he's clearly too excited to manage it. Toshiko tilts her head and raises an eyebrow.

"What kind of rumor?" She's going to be very upset if it's got something to do with the food. She's already finished, and it was really good. They can't lose yet another lunch spot to possible alien interference. Or worse.

"That if you want a free dessert," he starts, and he reaches into his pocket as he speaks. Toshiko follows his hand, curious. "All you have to do is propose." Jack pulls out a tiny box, unmistakable. Toshiko's eyes go wide.

"You are terrible," she says, with barely restrained delight.

"I know." He casts his gaze about, making sure that there are plenty of witnesses.

Toshiko watches as he stands and walks around to her side of the table. She pushes out her chair to face him. He shoots her one last smile before he gets down on one knee, as showy as he possibly can be. They have people's attention. Toshiko flushes when she notices, and she makes herself focus on Jack instead. He takes her hand in his, placing the other over top of it, and when he turns his face back up towards her, he looks completely serious.

"Tosh," he says, "I have something to ask. Would you"—Out comes the box again. Toshiko gasps and brings her other hand up to cover her mouth. She's very proud of her acting. Jack pops it open, revealing a ring that's… far more real than Toshiko had been expecting.—"do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Jack Harkness?" Toshiko misses her cue, caught off-guard by the ring, long enough for Jack to improvise, "or… Harkness-Sato? We can work out the details later."

She smiles as brightly as she can. (And that doesn't require much acting at all.)

"Yes," she says. Then louder, for their growing audience, "Yes! I will!" She hears someone cheer. Jack rises to his feet, and she wraps her arms around his neck, dragging him close. It's only meant to be for a triumphant hug, but, if they really are trying to sell this…

Toshiko kisses him, and Jack plays his part perfectly.

He cups her face, and when they finally break apart, he touches his forehead to hers. "Think that worked?" he asks.

"You still have to give me the ring," she reminds him.

Jack lifts her hand. She extends her finger, and he slips the ring on. It's… too large for her. She lets out a breath of relief. Part of her almost thought he'd actually have it in her size.

Now, more importantly, free dessert.

[lylia-horrow]

LYLIAAAAA DEOP AN ASTER NSFW ALPHABET 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐒𝐒𝐒🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Oh man, this took me forever! But here you go Anon. Now gimme your soul!

ASTER NSFW ALPHABET

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aster doesn’t care about aftercare, he just wants to sleep after the act. He’d definitely squeeze you tight like a plush toy before falling asleep, he needs to make sure you aren’t leaving him. Things can be cleaned when he wakes up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, Aster loves his ears the most, how can he ever live without them. Plus the piercings make them fun to touch everytime. On you, he loves your hair the most. And if you have body hair, even better! He loves touching soft things, getting to touch your hair or even facial hair will be the world to him.Other body parts are just food source, but hair, he can’t eat hair, so touching is the second best thing.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cum is salty = Possible food source.

He’s going to suck you dry.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Being with you is fun and all, but sometimes, he wishes an old friend of his could be here as well. His only dirty secret is, well, he still keeps his friend’s skeleton somewhere. He loves to lick them whenever he’s sad. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Been living for over a century now, Aster has a lot of experiences thanks to Ricard’s employees. They always drag him to fun parties, get him super drunk and you get the picture. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s down with any position, he’s a super flexible guy! He can bottom for you if you want, but it comes with a heavy price!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Aster finds sex just another way to have fun, he never takes it seriously. What is serious to him though is hand-holding, he only holds his favorite buddy’s hand, no one else. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Down there is a forest, good luck trying to get him to shave. The colors are the same as his hair, if you’re curious.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said before, only hand holding is serious to him. Getting to touch your hand, he might cry. The last person who touched his hand like this is gone now, he missed the warmth, the soft feel on the palm. He wants this moment to last forever.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you, he likes to do it outside, behind a tree, about twice a week. He finds it really annoying to do, since he never does it properly so he couldn’t fully satisfy himself. He asked Ricard for help once, and he just ran off. Rude. 

But now, with you, he can finally satisfy himself properly!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He doesn’t really have any kinks, normal sex is good enough, but you’re creative, maybe you can help him find out more things about himself. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He doesn’t get why people are scared of doing the deeds outdoors, the air is fresh, the grass feels nice on your feet and the space is endless! Yeah, you can get dirty but where’s the harm in that, just go back home and take a shower when you’re done if you hate dirt that much.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Touching him. Giving him affection. Being with him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He hates hates bondage, he doesn’t like being restrained, it reminds him too much of the old times.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He can do both! His teeth are sharp, but he will promise to not bite you off. 

When at the receiving end, he might get a bit more aggressive when he’s close, might scratch your head so you should be careful. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can try to be slow at first, but he won’t be able to contain himself the longer this keeps going. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s fine with them. You can always ask him, and he’d gladly do it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

All day, everyday baby! If you can promise that it can be fun, he’d love to try anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Aster has the stamina of an ostrich. He can go for a long while, but doing it for too long will bore him, so he’d end it after maybe 3 times. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

This is pretty silly, but he has never seen a toy before. Ricard never let him touch them, his employees do show him the toys sometimes, but they never let him use it. Probably because Aster might break it in a minute.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Aster doesn’t tease, if he wants something, he’ll do it immediately. He only teases his prey, giving them a little chance to escape, then getting them right at the exit is his favorite.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

L O U D

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

His ears and tail are really sensitive, licking them will make him yelp.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

About the size of a weisswurst

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Just mildly high. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

With you secured in his arms, he’ll fall asleep in a few seconds. But, he’d still wake up immediately if he feels any weird movements or sounds.

[nenyabusiness]

the hands of a smith, the face of a king, the eyes of a god

Pairing: Haladriel Rating: E Words: 900 Summary: Part character study, part angst, part dream sharing smut.

bind yourself to me: a collection of nsfw ficlets and vignettes

His human raiment no longer serves its original purpose—to deceive, to scheme, to hide in plain sight—but he’s kept it anyway. She’s well aware that his reason for wearing it in their shared dreams has nothing to do with nostalgia or personal preference. He’s turned his physical form into a weapon, designed to hit her where it hurts the most.

The hand pinning her down on the bed is strong and unyielding, encircling both of her wrists with ease. His skin is marred by burns and scars, revealing a lifetime of heavy hammers meeting scorching metal. The calluses on the fingers buried in her cunt aren’t real, but the story behind them is.

He may be a jack of all trades, but at his core, he will always be a smith.   

He takes pride in his ability to twist grains of truths into intricate lies, but his deceptions come with a price. Whenever he adds a new detail to his physical form, her understanding of the ancient being hidden behind it grows. At this point, she probably knows him better than anyone ever has—possibly even better than he knows himself.

The knowledge does, unfortunately, go both ways. He curls his fingers upwards, immediately finding the spot that makes her mind go blank. Her entire body strains against his grip, her hips buckling in search for more pressure, more friction, more anything, but his slow, agonizing rhythm remains unchanged. He knows exactly how to push her to the brink of her climax, and he’s become an expert at keeping her there.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” he murmurs in her ear. “All you have to do is ask.”   

When he says ask, he means beg. He never settles for anything less than an unconditional surrender. She hurt his pride once, back at the very beginning of their secret war, and she’s been paying for it ever since. He doesn’t want her to simply tell him what she wants—he wants her to break.

Every night, she falls apart for him, and every morning, she puts the pieces back together. The cracks are crooked and ragged, and sometimes, she wakes up with shards broken beyond repair. There are parts of her that no longer fit the way they’re supposed to. She doubts they ever will.

“I… I want you to…” The sentence hitches in her throat. Westernesse is not the native tongue of either of them, but it’s the only language she knows that can properly describe the obscenity of their actions. She should be used to it by now, but the specific word he’s looking for still leaves a taste of filth in her mouth every time she utters it.

“Go on,” he says, almost pushing her over the edge as his thumb grazes her clit. “Say it.”

She lets out a frustrated groan, her pride battling against her need. His lips are busy trailing kisses down her neck, but she can still feel his smirk. She can easily picture the look on his face. Confident. Ruthless. Relentless. It’s the look that once convinced her that he had to be something more than just a smith’s aide. Despite his low Man charade, she saw the potential of a ruler in him. She saw a future king.

She was right, yet so very wrong.

“Fuck me,” she finally whispers. “I want you to fuck me.”

“You can do better than that.” His voice is strained, but they both know that at this point, he’s got more patience to spare than her. He’s already won.   

Her cheeks heat up in humiliation as she adds a desperate, “Please.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He leans back to give her a satisfied grin before removing his fingers, leaving her achingly empty before his cock takes their place. With a snap of his hips, he buries himself inside her to the hilt, forcing her body to adjust to his girth—and somehow, it complies. She closes her eyes, and for a brief moment, she feels whole again.

When he finally starts to move, she finds that the time for teasing is thankfully over. He unapologetically uses her body to chase his own relief, pounding into her with enough force to push every single coherent thought out of her mind.

“Look at me,” he growls, sneaking a hand between their bodies to speed up her undoing. The power in his words makes her eyes snap open, and once he’s caught her gaze, she can’t bring herself to look away. His true self has risen dangerously close to the surface, making the flecks of gold in his irises flicker like embers.

The unrestrained hunger in his ancient eyes hits her like a tidal wave. She cries out the name that she keeps promising herself to never use again as her climax ripples through her body. The embers in his irises flare up, revealing a glimpse of the being hidden beneath the human raiment—of the wildfire burning behind the façade.  

As she stares up at him, something inside her cracks. The walls around her heart cave in, leaving her defenseless against the feelings she’s not supposed to feel—the feelings she can’t allow herself to feel. She’s falling apart again, and she won’t know for sure if the pieces are mendable until she wakes up. His physical form truly is a weapon, designed to hit her where it hurts the most.

The hands of a smith.

The face of a king.  

The eyes of a god.