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Lights Out...And We're Off! (1/?)(Lewis Hamilton/Black!OC!)

SYNOPSIS: Lewis Hamilton finds himself drawn to an unexpected rival: a fiercely talented female driver ambassador/reserve driver representing Aston Martin. They soon form an unlikely bond, bound together by their shared love for racing and the unspoken chemistry that crackles between them. But as they navigate the twists and turns of their budding romance, they must confront the challenges that come with their paths in the sport.

WARNINGS: drama, angst, cursing, mild sexual content, not-so-glamorous life in the racing world, significant age gap (twelve years age difference), mentions of online bullying/doxxing, media rumors. RATED M (18+)

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aisha Bell-Okafor (faceclaim is Naomi Schiff)

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Few things changed in order to make the story flow better. This chapter is short because I don’t want to reveal too much! Please let me know if you wish to be added/removed from the taglist. Anyways, enjoy! Dividers by @inklore!

CHAPTER One: Da First, Not the Last

"...and in an exciting turn of events, Aston Martin Aramco Cognizant F1 Team has announced W Series and F1 Academy driver, Aisha Bell-Okafor as their new driver ambassador and reserve driver. Aisha will be Aston Martin's first female driver ambassador in over seven years as well as the first Black female reserve driver in F1 history!"

Aisha could feel the intensity of their stares as she walked through the paddock, her pace quickening with each step. Even though she had always dreamt of becoming a professional driver, the sudden fame and attention was overwhelming. She had always been an introvert, preferring to let her driving skills do the talking, but now she was thrust into the spotlight, with everyone wanting a story, a quote, a photo.

Ever since the news broke that she would be Aston Martin's first female driver ambassador in seven years, and also a reserve driver for the team, Aisha couldn't escape the constant barrage of attention.

At first, she had been exhilarated by the idea of breaking barriers and making history. But as the reality set in, she couldn't help but feel the weight of expectations bearing down on her. If she messed up in any way, it would reflect not just on her, but on all women in the sport. And if she did well, it would only increase the pressure on her to perform even better.

Aisha felt like a goldfish in a piranha tank, constantly being scrutinized and judged. And now, with the added responsibility of potentially being the first woman in over fifty years to drive in a Grand Prix, she felt even more trapped. The thought sent shivers down her spine. But she knew she couldn't back down now. She had worked too hard to get to this point, and she couldn't let her fears hold her back.

Racing was her escape, her passion, her purpose. The F1 Academy was where she honed her skills, pushing herself to the limit on the track, always striving for perfection. After back-to-back wins in the W Series, Aisha was signed to drive for Mercedes AMG-Petronas in F1 Academy, and she did very well, so much so that she was soon offered to join Aston Martin. Part of her role as the driver ambassador involved various media appearances and other marketing duties, which was the main reason why Aisha had been invited to attend the Monaco Grand Prix as Aston Martin's VIP guest. It was her first time attending a Grand Prix as a driver ambassador for a team, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and excitement.

The Monaco Grand Prix was known as one of the most challenging circuits in Formula One. The narrow streets, tight corners, and unforgiving barriers made it a demanding race for even the most experienced drivers. As she made her way to Aston Martin's hospitality area, Aisha was greeted by a swarm of media members, all wanting to ask her questions and take photos of her.

"Let's give her some space, thank you!" grumbled Aston Martin's Team Principal, Mike Krack.

"Aisha! Aisha! Are you going to compete in a Grand Prix this season?!" one reporter yelled.

"What does it feel like being the first Black woman in Formula One?!" another reporter called.

"Move aside, for Christ's sake! If she's racing in a Grand Prix, you'll be the first to know!" Mike exclaimed angrily as he escorted Aisha into the team's motorhome. He led her upstairs to a small dining area and gestured for her to take a seat.

Once they were both settled, they shared a meaningful look before Mike spoke up.

"How are you? Is the hotel nice?" he asked.

"It's amazing, very comfortable," Aisha replied with a smile, causing Mike to do the same.

"I apologize for that chaos outside. We didn't expect such a crowd," he said before signaling for a waitress. "I'll have my usual coffee with two creams and no sugar, and avocado toast. Aisha, what would you like?"

She winced slightly at his mispronunciation of her name. "It's pronounced Aisha, like I-ee-shah, not Ay-shah."

Mike's face turned red almost instantly. "Sorry about that, Aisha."

"Yes," she confirmed before turning her attention to the waitress and ordering an oat latte, parfait, and butter croissant with strawberry jam on the side.

"So, how are you feeling about your first Grand Prix as a driver ambassador?"

Aisha's smile widened at the question. "I'm excited and honored to be here representing Aston Martin."

"And we're happy to have you here," Mike replied. "You've been doing great so far as our driver ambassador, and we hope to see more of your skills on display in future races."

"Thank you for believing in me and giving me this opportunity," Aisha said gratefully.

"You earned it, Aisha. Your talent speaks for itself," Mike replied confidently. “You’ll spend most of your time here doing media. As you can see, everyone wants to speak to you so we will have you in a conference with other drivers in about an hour. A person from the communications team will escort you over and give you the rest of your schedule. Any questions so far?”

Aisha shook her head, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement for the upcoming conference. She couldn't believe she was about to sit among some of the top drivers in Formula One. “Nope.”

After they finished their breakfast, Aisha followed Mike back downstairs where she was introduced to one of the team's communications officers, Jenna.

"Hi Aisha, it's nice to meet you," Jenna said with a warm smile. "I'll be your point of contact for today. Are you ready for the press conference?"

Aisha took a deep breath and nodded confidently. "Yes, I'm ready."

"Great! Let's head over to the media center then," Jenna said as she led Aisha out of the motorhome and towards the bustling media center. As they walked, Jenna briefed Aisha on what to expect during the conference and gave her tips on how to handle difficult questions from reporters.

Once they arrived at the media center, Aisha was greeted by even more reporters eagerly waiting for her arrival. She made her way to take a seat at the far end of the couch, next to teammate Lance Stroll. The moderator began introducing each driver in attendance, starting off with Lewis Hamilton then Charles LeClerc, Lando Norris, Valtteri Bottas, Lance Stroll, and finally Aisha.

"And joining us today, making her Formula One debut, please welcome Aisha Bell-Okafor. She will be representing Aston Martin as their driver ambassador and the first female reserve driver. Aisha, how does it feel to make history?"

"It's an incredible feeling," Aisha replied, trying to keep her nerves at bay. "I'm honored to be representing Aston Martin and grateful for this opportunity. I’m literally starstruck right now. So happy to be around some of my favorite drivers and to be on this platform."

Lewis couldn't tear his gaze away from Aisha as she spoke. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her confidence radiated like a steady flame in the midst of a whirlwind. There was a magnetic energy about her that drew him in, a fire that burned brightly within her soul. He had always kept a close eye on the rising stars in F1, and Aisha's name had been on his radar for quite some time. Just like everyone else, he was shocked that Aston Martin announced her as their reserve driver, and to be honest, it took them long enough.

His passion for diversity in motorsports, particularly in Formula One, was evident to anyone who knew him. Seeing someone who looked like him and shared a similar background succeed in the sport was a sight he loved. And it didn't hurt that she was stunningly beautiful; her hair styled in perfect curls and her makeup highlighting her deep brown eyes and full lips. But what caught his attention the most was her skin, a mahogany tone that perfectly complimented her tiffany green team suit. Despite being on rival teams, there was no denying her talent and attractiveness.

The moderator continued, looking impressed. "You've had quite the journey to get here, from karting to junior leagues. Can you tell us a bit about your experience?"

Aisha smiled, feeling more at ease as she began to talk about her journey in motorsports. "It's been a long road for sure. I started karting when I was just 8 years old, and it quickly became my passion. My parents were very supportive, and they sacrificed so much for me to pursue this dream. My father’s British, so we moved from California to England in order for me to race. I went through the ranks in junior leagues, making my way into W Series and then F1 Academy."

"And you've also been quite vocal about your desire to break barriers and increase diversity in Formula One. Can you tell us more about that?" the moderator asked.

"Yes, it's something that's very important to me,” Aisha said. “I’m sure Lewis feels the same way. We’re the only minorities in F1. Growing up, there weren't many racers who looked like me or came from similar backgrounds. Being a woman of color in this sport is still rare, but I hope to inspire other young girls and boys who may not feel represented in motorsports.”

Lewis nodded in agreement, his admiration for Aisha growing even more. "Absolutely," he chimed in. "Diversity is key to the growth and success of any sport, and Formula One is no exception. I've been fortunate enough to have a platform and use my voice to advocate for diversity and equality within the sport. I’m also very excited to race with Aisha; I’m genuinely excited to see her behind the wheel, like it’s giving me goosebumps to finally see a woman race at this level.”

The moderator cleared his throat before continuing with another question. "Speaking of racing, Aisha, as a reserve driver for Aston Martin, you'll have opportunities to test drive the car during race weekends. How do you plan on making an impact with your limited track time?"

Aisha's smile widened as she thought about all the possibilities that lay ahead of her. "I'm incredibly grateful for this opportunity with Aston Martin," she began. "I plan on making the most of every moment I have on track by working closely with my team and learning as much as I can from my fellow drivers. Of course, I would love to compete full-time one day," she admitted with a small shrug. "But right now, I'm focused on putting in my best effort whenever called upon by the team."

“I would totally have you drive at any moment,” Lance gushed, causing the reporters and moderator to chuckle. “No, seriously. If the need arises, I’d be so happy to have Aisha take my seat.”

"Thank you, Lance," she said sincerely. "That means a lot coming from you."

As the press conference continued, Lewis found himself listening intently to Aisha's answers and admiring her poise and confidence. He also noticed how easily she connected with the other drivers, laughing and joking with them like they had been friends for years.

After the conference ended and the drivers all dispersed for their various engagements, Lewis made his way over to where Aisha was surrounded by reporters asking for interviews and photos. He waited patiently until they all left before approaching her with a smile.

"Hey Aisha, I just wanted to say congratulations on making your debut. It's well deserved."

Aisha's eyes widened in surprise as she turned to face him. "Thank you so much, Lewis! Coming from you, that means a lot."

"It's no problem at all," Lewis replied with sincerity. "I've been following your career for some time now and I'm excited to see what you can do behind the wheel."

"Thank you," Aisha repeated, her cheeks warming with a light flush. "I've been a huge fan since forever. You’re amazing. I mean, you’re the GOAT.”

“Thanks,” Lewis chuckled, feeling a bit flattered by Aisha's words. "And if you ever need any advice or tips, don't hesitate to ask,” he replied with a wink.

"Thank you, Lewis," Aisha replied gratefully. "I'll definitely keep that in mind."

They chatted for a few more minutes before Jenna came over to remind Aisha of her schedule for the rest of the day.

“Sorry to intrude, but we have to head back,” Jenna said.

“Oh, yeah, thanks Jenna.” Aisha turned back to face Lewis. “I guess I’ll see you around? This weekend is going to be busy for the both of us but—”

"Hand me your phone," he commanded playfully. Aisha couldn't help but hand over her phone and watch him enter his number. "I’m putting in my number. Text me whenever you're free and we can grab lunch or something."

Aisha laughed nervously, feeling a tingle run down her spine. "Yeah...that sounds great."

"What's wrong?" he asked, staring into her eyes with his charming gaze.

Their eyes locked for a moment and Aisha couldn't help but appreciate how handsome he was up close. She had seen pictures, but in person he was even more striking.

"Is it normal for you to be this forward? Just casually ordering me to take down your number?"

"Only for special people," he replied, flashing her a boyish grin. "I'm serious about that lunch though...or dinner. Whatever you want, I'll make time for you."

"Mmhmm," Aisha managed to say as she watched him leave, taking in how good he looked in his Mercedes team suit.

Now that’s a man, Savannah, she thought appreciatively.

After taking a moment to compose herself, she joined Jenna and they made their way back to the team's motorhome.

"We have a lot of media commitments and sponsor events scheduled for you," Jenna reminded her.

Aisha's excitement about her debut was slightly dampened by the thought of her packed schedule. She knew that along with the thrill of racing came a heavy load of responsibilities off the track.

"I understand," she replied with a small sigh. "I'll do my best to keep up with everything."

Jenna gave her a sympathetic smile before handing over a detailed schedule for the day. Aisha quickly scanned through it and saw that she had interviews lined up with various media outlets, including big names like BBC and Sky Sports.

"Don't worry about a thing," Jenna reassured her. "I'll be right there beside you, making sure you don't miss anything."

Feeling grateful for Jenna's support, Aisha headed off to attend her first interview with BBC.

The rest of the day flew by for Aisha as she navigated through a series of interviews and events. By the end, she was exhausted but also exhilarated by all that had transpired. As she returned to her hotel room that evening, she flopped onto the bed with a sigh of relief. Rolling onto her stomach, she scrolled through her phone in search of Lewis's contact information. She went back and forth, typing out messages and then deleting them before finally settling on something to send:

Aisha: So you make time for me?

A few seconds passed before his reply:

Lewis: Of course 😉 How was your day?

Aisha: Tiring. Dinner tomorrow then?

Lewis: We can do that. Tell me where you want to go & we’ll go

Aisha: I’ll keep you updated. Goodnight, Lewis

Lewis: Goodnight, gorgeous

TO BE CONTINUED……

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melpomene-writes · 9 months

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revenge

im nayeon x fem!reader // smut (minors dni)

everyone has their own kryptonite. something that makes you weak beyond comparison, but you're drawn to it regardless, because it has that allure you can't quite place.

nayeon's kryptonite is lipstick. on your lips, specifically.

there's something about the way the pigment glides across your lips that sets her on edge. she can't look away when you apply it. when you reapply it after she kisses it off you. the tantalizing little mark it leaves on the bronze skin of her neck when you gently kiss it, whispering for her to take you home. the stubborn stain of it on her shirt when she pulls you in for a hug — deliberately before your freshest coat dries — as a subtle reminder to people that she's happily taken. even the way it tastes (that weirdly pleasant chemical flavor they insist on adding to every formula, even though you're not supposed to ingest it, but you can't help licking your lips afterwards, you know?) drives her mad.

but there's nothing that renders her quite so weak as the sight of your lipstick smeared against the lilac silicone of her strap as the heat of your mouth envelops the tip.

it's always fun to watch her knuckles grip the arm of your vanity chair in fleeting patience as you languidly suck her cock, putting on a little show for her, knowing she's seconds away from giving in to the carnal desire it fills her with and pounding you into the nearest surface. you never have to take it too deep, just deep enough for the paint on your lips to coalesce with your spit, leaving a few streaks down the side of the plastic.

up until today, you never realized that this little performance didn't have to be completely aesthetical.

today, there isn't just memorization in nayeon's eyes as she drinks in the sight of your lips straining around the girth of her cock; there's also concentration. you have one hand firmly pressing down on the base of her harness, rocking it upwards against her clit with every careful bob of your head. it's thick enough to make your jaw ache, but fuck is it worth it to hear the pleasured pants falling from her lips.

your stomach flutters at the slight twitching of her hips, feeling her restrain herself, fighting the urge to thrust her hips forward and fuck your face in search of her orgasm. the thought of her surrendering to that instinct makes you ache.

relaxing yourself as much as you can, you close your eyes and try to take her an inch or so deeper than comfortable, unable to stop yourself from choking a little on the toy.

"easy, love, don't hurt yourself," nayeon quickly breathes out, stumbling on a gentle moan as you grind the base against her on your way up, removing your lips carefully.

there's conflict in her brown eyes as you open yours, now ever so slightly watery. "you know, you can move your hips," you mumble against the silicone. there were several pink rings adorning its length now, perfectly smudged.

nayeon hisses softly, her breath hitching at the words. "i want you to be comfortable—"

"i will be," you assure her, smiling against the tip of the cock, beaming internally as the apprehension begins to melt from her expression when you give her the best doe-eyes you can muster. "please?"

"how do i stay no to that?" she mutters breathlessly.

victorious, you draw the tip into your mouth once more, pulse quickening as her hand cups the back of your head a little firmer.

this time, your head remains still, the ball now wholly in your lover's court. nayeon tests the waters with a slow, shallow thrust, and you maintain the harness' pressure against her clit with one hand as you bury the other between your thighs. there's nothing surprising about the river of slick you find there.

the heat against your fingertips makes you whimper around the toy, and the sound seems to flip a switch in your lover's mind. inhibitions to the wind, nayeon sets an undemanding tempo, sighing lowly with pleasure as she gently thrusts into your mouth. every sound leaving her lips found its way between your legs, blossoming into a licentious tandem with you humming in return.

a slight slip of your hand seems to press the strap against her at a more agreeable angle, for she unabashedly moans at the new sensation, hips bucking with far less control. "fuck, that's good," she breathes.

keeping your hand there, you enthusiastically stare at how her chiseled abdomen rises and falls with increasingly labored breaths. more of those gorgeously unadulterated sounds pepper themselves into her steady stream of pants. the thinnest sheen of sweat glistens against her tanned skin. as her hips seem to stutter more and more, the hand sandwiched between your thighs desperately rubs your slick heat.

"shit," she groans, sensual, guttural, tightening her hold on your head, thrusting a little deeper, a korean curse slipping from her lips in response. the depth makes you drool around the silicone, and the sight is enough to send her over the edge. nayeon whines as a hazy orgasm washes over her. her head lolls back, showing off the kissable column of her neck, leading down to her gently heaving chest underneath the confines of her sports bra. it's a sight you'll never forget.

as her body recovers and you withdraw from her strap, she laughs breathlessly. "i've... never done that,” she admits, the faintest of bashful pinks illuminating her cheeks.

"would you do it again?" you ask, wiping your chin and rising to your feet. nayeon grins, coaxing you onto her lap, seemingly through with her momentary display of shyness. you take a seat atop her thighs, shuffling forward until your chests are flush against one another.

"only if you would," she hums, her hand closing around the wrist you just had stuffed between your heated thighs. she lifts your wet fingers to her lips, tongue darting out to clean them of your slick, sighing at your taste. "fuck, did you look good with my dick in your mouth," she groans pruriently. the words make you throb.

with a leg situated either side of her hips, you grind forwards, sighing as the ridges of her strap brush against your heat. her hands greedily grab at your upper thighs, and you lean forward, hoping to ensnare her lips in a kiss.

nayeon, however, tilts her head to the side, brushing her lips against the corner of your mouth instead. you whine in indignation — you just let her fuck your face, you deserve a little kiss — but she doesn't yield, instead trailing kisses along the length of your jaw. "you've had your fun," she murmurs, low and sultry, against your skin. "now, it's my turn."

she rises from the chair, her strong grip on your thighs keeping you supported as she carries you over to the bed, lips latched onto your neck to further deny you your kiss. you're dripping with anticipation by the time she lowers you onto the mattress, carefully resting your head on the pillows. with one final peck of her lips, she reaches to the other side of the bed, grabbing another cushion.

"hips up," she hums, extra smug when you obey without hesitation. she slides the pillow underneath you, keeping your hips elevated. cheeks burning with desire, you try to guess how she's planning on taking you.

seemingly satisfied by how you're spread for her, terribly turned on but oh so well behaved, she reaches for the draw of the bedside table, taking out a bottle of lubricant: the special stimulating kind she insists on splurging for, just for your pleasure.

but that's not all she withdraws. there's a small toy in her hand, a well-loved bullet vibrator, something your lover considers to be a fantastic teammate in the bedroom.

oh, i'm fucked.

wickedly smirking, nayeon squeezes a generous amount of lube into her hand and begins to coat the strap, agonizingly slowly. both of you watch with parted lips as the smudged paint of your lipstick bleeds into the sticky liquid. as the excess runs onto the harness, you can't help but nibble your lip in anticipation, pondering just how rough she intends to be with you.

something of a laugh escapes her as she feasts her eyes on your core, undoubtedly glistening and swollen with arousal. condescending, almost. "this wet, all from sucking strap, hmm?" she purrs, keeping your legs spread either side of her hips.

you don't have time to shudder at her cocky attitude before she nudges the head of her cock against your clit. the chill of the lubricant makes you gasp — a stark contrast to the warmth of her hand caressing the apex of your thigh.

slowly, with care, she guides the bulbous tip into your heat. you can feel yourself stretch around each rib of the strap; it's so thick, if the soreness pricking at the corners of your mouth is testament to anything. overwhelmingly thick, in the best possible way. the pillow underneath your hips welcomes the strap at a sinful angle, leaving you lightly panting before she's fully bottomed out.

nayeon's eyes shamelessly roam your splayed frame, lingering on your breasts, the faint bite mark framing your nipple, the mess of your spit-slicked lips and back to where you're spread so nicely for her.

there's no haste to move when she's fully hilted inside you. she towers over you on her knees, smiling at the first breathless 'fuck' that escapes you as you adjust to her indulgent size, the scar above her lip quirking when you involuntarily clench around her.

"where'd all that confidence go?" she muses, shifting her hips deliberately, forcing the strap against the spot she knows far too well, knows exactly what it does to you. you choke on a moan as she gives a deep experimental thrust. her tongue drags across her canine as she grins, " you can take me fucking your mouth, but not your pussy? oh, honey."

whimpering, you reach down to where her hand rests on your hip, needing a bit of sympathy from the demon splitting you open. wordlessly, nayeon gives your palm a squeeze. her fingers trace the gemstone centered on the silver band decorating your ring finger, eyes tender with adoration as it glitters in the lamplight. she searches your gaze for apprehension, for an indication of discomfort, a sign that her words are too harsh, anything.

you smile up at her through drooly lips. nothing more needs to be said.

neither of you have the patience to prolong the moment. she unsheathes her cock from your warmth, licking her lips at the lavender silicone streaked with your lipstick and essence. then, with tenacity, she drives her hips forward.

precisely, her cock bullies itself against your sweet spot, undulating inside you with a roughness you'll feel tomorrow. mewling, you claw at the pillow beneath your head, immediately thrown in the deep end of pleasure. she's always merciless after you get on your knees for her, but this is different. there's no climb to the precipice. she wants to ruin you after the stunt you pulled.

groaning at the pressure of the strap against her still-sensitive nerves, nayeon fucks into you with deep, steady slams of her hips. the ribbed shaft drags against you intensely, refusing to give you a break from stimulation, slick dripping from your stretched hole. as your back arches viscerally, the tip nudges against parts of your heat you forgot existed, promptly sapping any thought from your head. all you can process is her size. she's so big, fucking you so mean, and you're so full.

strangled, pitchy, pathetic little sounds fly from your lips as she hooks her hands underneath your thighs for leverage. with your legs bowed, forced apart by her corded forearms, she's able to bury her cock deep in your guts with primal intimacy. flyaway hairs from her braid cling to her scarred bronze skin, sweaty with exertion, but it's a workout she takes great pleasure in, especially when your eyes are half rolled back in bliss.

"that's it, nice and deep," she coos. she drags out the syllables, accentuating them with two particularly cruel thrusts, making you see white.

her name escapes you in a whine. nayeon simply chuckles, continuing to snap her hips into you, well aware that the thoroughness of her fucking will have you keening and wailing embarrassingly quickly.

the bedsheets strain beneath your fingertips as you clutch them for sanity, the pit in your stomach growing dangerously close to swallowing you whole. losing yourself in the euphoric pounding of her dick, you gnaw on your bottom lip.

you don't even remember the bullet resting against the side of the pillow beneath your hips. hell, you don't even register the loss of one of her hands as she picks it up, clicking it once, then five times in quick succession until the toy vibrates with maximum intensity, the sound of buzzing cutting through your moans and her pants.

oh, you're fucked.

immediately, your eyes widen, finding a devious look on your lover's face as she smooths her messy hair with the back of her hand, pinching the vibrator between her fingers.

she laughs darkly at your expression. "what, did you think i was going to go easy on you? after what you did to me?" her eyes are clouded over with a nefarious fog. the golden glow of her brown irises may as well be nectar straight from the fruit of eden, harboring nothing but decadent lust.

you can't beg for her to turn it down a notch before she's holding the toy flush against your clit. a blinding pleasure seizes you, crawling into your skin, your bones, possessing you completely. crying out, you dig your nails into the bedding, hips stuttering under the unrelenting force of the bullet on your clit. nayeon presses it firmer against you, rocking small circles onto your nerves as her cock grinds deeper, carnal circles inside of you.

dumb with ecstasy, you moan something utterly incomprehensible. some slurred, pleasure-drunk variation of her name, presumably, but as your legs tremble with your orgasm being ripped from you, you can’t muster a shred of control over yourself. you feel yourself shake, drip, toes curling and back arching, coming loudly as the cord snaps.

"fuck, there you go, beautiful," she groans, stilling her hips to hover over you, keeping the vibe snug against your clit. "make a mess for me, damn," she curses.

you're not given a shred of compassion, zero time to recover, because she isn't showing any indication of removing the bullet from your too-sensitive nerves. her lips swallow your overstimulated cry heatedly, kissing you sloppily. you wail, tears swimming along your waterline as your hips try to squirm away from the onslaught, but your legs lock around her waist and your nails carve furious lines into her back.

nayeon keeps you full of her cock, keeps that evil toy circling your stiff, throbbing clit. "nayeon—" you manage to sob, drawing blood from the taut muscle of her back.

"take it, angel," she moans, stealing another bruising kiss.

a slew of curses is muffled against her hot mouth, not that they'd be coherent in any case. the stimulation hurts, but it hurts so fucking good, and if she stopped before you came again it would kill you. the primitive need to come for her, to be her good docile girl, to ensure her strap leaves you twice as wet as it entered you, overwhelms your fucked-out brain.

there's no warning as that pressure boils over a second time. mascara streams down your cheeks as the tears spill, your body shuddering violently against nayeon's hold. she kisses you gently as you sob, clicking off the vibe and tossing it to the side, murmuring praise and sweet nothings in korean against your quivering lips.

in your rawness, you struggle to reciprocate, lips parting but unable to meld against hers. but she's patient, as always, in these moments. a word rolls off your tongue — probably a curse, unintelligible and desperate — while waves of bliss ebb and flow through your core.

"breathe for me, baby," she whispers, the sexual deviant from moments ago replaced by your loving, wonderful fiancée. her clean hand moves to caress your cheek, thumb tracing a line up, then down, beckoning for your breaths to follow her rhythm. breathing is hard when you're so full, but you try, for her, clutching the angry scars cutting into her bicep for needed support.

heartbeats quickened by two different kinds of exhaustion gradually calm down, and after a few minutes, they find synchrony.

you find yourself smiling against her lips, boneless underneath her. a hand moves to brush over the raised scar tissue cutting into her nose. delicately, you press your lips to hers, half-lidded eyes catching a glimpse of the lazy, content smile on her face.

when nayeon pulls back, you drink in her beauty. her strong yet soft face you're convinced was hand-carved by a deity. unruly curls trying to break free from the braid tickling your shoulder. sweet, perfect lips that you'll never tire of kissing.

admist your admiration of your lover, need begins to stir within you once more, intensified only by the tenderness in your core, the gentle pulsating of your walls against the toy still nestled inside of you. if you're still yearning for her after two mind-shattering peaks, she's undoubtedly aching.

"can we keep going, without the vibe this time?" you whisper sweetly, twirling the end of her braid between your fingertips.

nayeon kisses your temple, still careful not to adjust her hips. "of course, sweetheart," she smiles. "should i be gentler—"

"no," you interject with more clarity than anticipated. her brow raises in surprise at your firmness. "you won't come again if you're gentle with me," you breathe out, tracing a pattern into the muscle of her shoulder.

her eyes darken at your words. she takes a steady breath, exhaling with a low whistle.

"are you trying to kill me?" she murmurs, her tone husky enough to make you twitch. god, she's deliciously easy to rile up, you think as your heart flutters.

before you can reply, she eases herself out of your heat. you whine at the sudden emptiness, missing the stretch her strap brings within seconds, pulsing around nothing.

nayeon pushes up onto her knees, giving you a wonderful view of her glistening abs, the messy silicone between her legs, and most tantalizing of all: the dark patch of fabric on her boxers, soaked through by her arousal and your spend.

"get on your front," she orders, raking a hand through her hair, smirking hedonistically. "ass up, keep the pillow where it is."

stammering, you roll over, positioning yourself as she demanded while hiding your excitement in the pillow by your face.

a broad hand massages the flesh of your behind as the tip of her strap teases your slick folds.

"you're not walking tomorrow."

not proofread, i'm lazy and tired and drained from work. no update for the next few days, taking a little break.

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1. New Jersey Governor Declares State a 'Safe Haven' for Gender-Affirming Care

New Jersey’s Democratic governor has a message for the LGBTQ+ community. He issued an executive order on Tuesday indicating that, unlike in some Republican-controlled states, New Jersey is open and welcoming to everybody regardless of sexual orientation or gender identity. In addition, he says New Jersey is a “safe haven” for those seeking gender-affirming care.

2. Watch Ocean Cleanup remove the 200,000th kilogram of plastic from the Pacific Ocean

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3. Finland becomes 31st member of NATO, doubling the alliance's border with Russia

Finland has become the 31st member of the Nato security alliance, doubling the length of member states' borders with Russia.The Finnish foreign minister handed the accession document to the US secretary of state who declared Finland a member.

Then in bright sunshine in front of Nato's gleaming new headquarters, Finland's white-and-blue flag joined a circle of 30 other flags.Finland's accession is a setback for Russia's Vladimir Putin. He had repeatedly complained of Nato's expansion before his full-scale invasion of Ukraine.

4. Captive orca Lolita set for release into 'home waters' after 50 years at Miami Seaquarium

The killer whale known as Lolita appears one step closer to returning to its natural habitat of the Pacific Northwest, after performing at a Miami tourist attraction for decades. It was taken from the ocean in 1970. But after a long-running dispute over where Lolita belongs, officials from various parties announced Thursday a "binding agreement" to take Lolita -- also known as Tokitae or Toki -- to its "home waters."

"Lolita will receive the highest quality care as the team works to make relocation possible in the next 18 to 24 months," Miami Seaquarium said in a statement Thursday.

5. Nature prescriptions shown to reduce blood pressure, depression, anxiety, and loneliness

A new study published in The Lancet Planetary Health suggests that nature prescriptions, which recommend spending time in nature, can provide both physical and mental health benefits. Patients who followed these prescriptions had reduced blood pressure, lower depression and anxiety scores, and a higher daily step count.

Research shows that contact with nature reduces harms, including those from poor air quality, heatwaves, and chronic stress, while encouraging healthy behaviours such as socialising and physical activity. This can help to prevent issues including loneliness, depression and cardiovascular disease.

6. Library Receives Flood Of Donations For Beloved Cat

The Ashville Free Library recently began a fundraiser to help pay for the aging cat’s veterinary care. After a story on Libby was published, donations to the library poured in. Director Kristina Benson called the community response overwhelming. As of Thursday, more than $2,900 had been raised.

Benson reported that Libby, the cat — who has recently been suffering from a cold — is now doing much better now that she has her medicine. Benson expects to keep the GoFundMe up until sometime next week.

7. Mother and baby reunited in Turkey nearly two months after earthquake

A mother has been reunited with her baby in southern Turkey after a DNA test confirmed it was her daughter, almost two months after the devastating earthquake, the country's family ministry said.

The three-and-a-half-month old "miracle baby", called Vetin, was pulled out of the rubble of a building in the province of Hatay more than five days after the Feb. 6 quake with no health problems.

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utilitycaster · 17 days

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Can I get your opinion, since you seem to be a pretty straight shooter ?

Do you think that Orym is lying to himself when he says he doesn’t want the sword for revenge or isn’t motivated by revenge? In the same way that Laudna was lying to herself and the others about why she wanted the sword?

I’ve seen a lot of ~discourse~ over whether or not orym is being truthful here and tbh I don’t know what to make of it.

My short answer: I suppose it's possible revenge might be among the many factors motivating him, but I don't believe it's his primary motivator.

My real answer? Who fucking cares.

There has been a pretty consistent pattern in which a lot of people who defend Laudna (and Imogen, for that matter) are so laser-focused on their motivations that they utterly ignore the actual consequences of their actions. Because that's the thing, right? You can make speculative claims about motivations; there is no true way to prove that Orym has absolutely no vengeful bones in his body since there's a myriad of reasons to go after the Vanguard and its leadership of which revenge absolutely is one. But you can't deny actions without someone inconveniently pointing out the truth that the action was, in fact, performed by a particular character. So it's a popular focus for people who don't actually have any evidence of their points.

Intent and motivation is, obviously, useful in understanding what a character might do. It's useful in understanding whether they could perhaps be swayed one way or another (eg: Liliana's intentions are in fact of vital importance for that reason, because if they understand what drives her, they might be able to change her path). But it's useless in judging harm done to other people. If someone kills a pedestrian in a crosswalk because they fell asleep driving because they'd stayed up all night for a charitable cause, or if they kill them because they were drunk driving, someone's still dead because of their actions. (For that matter, and I said this in an earlier post, the pedestrian is also equally dead if the driver were drunk driving because they are a well-intentioned alcoholic who fell off the wagon vs. an asshole who doesn't think the rules apply to them.) I don't blame the victim's family for hating the driver in any of the scenarios, even though I think that the some of the above drivers are far more likely to be people who will attempt to rehabilitate themselves and for whom I as a person more removed from the situation may have more pity.

Ultimately, how others see a character in-world is going to be a measure of their actions. So, for example, it does not actually matter if Imogen floats allying with the Vanguard because she wants to connect with her deadbeat mom; Orym is still justified in being hurt and offended because she said something insensitive in front of him. It's better that Imogen is doing this out of an idealized desire rather than malice; I think far better of her as a character and believe there is room for growth; but that doesn't change what she did and that it was, in fact, insensitive. It speaks well to her that Laudna's pressure point is "this sword could hurt your friend" and not "hey what if you could have a sick evil sword of your own", but she did still attack her friend in the middle of the night even with good intentions.

If Orym wants to kill Ludinus out of vengeance for the deaths of his family or if he wants to do so because Ludinus has done immeasurable harm already and very well might destroy the world (and I certainly do believe Orym is motivated by the latter, even if the former plays a role), Ludinus still ends up dead. Sure, if he's motivated only by revenge it might change how you interact with him, the way how Bells Hells treat Keyleth quite differently than they do Ira, but in terms of analyzing whether any specific action was helpful or harmful? Utterly fucking irrelevant.

Anyone making the argument that Orym might not have the purest motives either, as a means to defend Laudna, is either too dumb to even find the correct questions to ask or deliberately throwing up a smoke screen, and as this post indicates, doesn't fucking matter if they're stupid or malicious - they're a waste of your time. Don't even bother.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 10 months

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Cat, my ask is inspired by 'care- @yourheartonfire' I really hope you like it!

Please write a married!! villain who religiously indulges in their skin care, and a hero who really can't care less what they put on their skin. One night after them spending 2 rounds in horny jail, they're both up at 4am and after cleaning themselves, hero observes the villain indulging in their skin care routines, and upon spotting their lovely spouse the hero, they find their new target to perform skin care at.

Just when they remove hero's bath gown to apply body lotion (after much convincing ofc) they notice the array of hickies covering their entire body after 2 religious rounds of them in horny jail. Villain now needs to resist the hero, and take care of the hickeys and their hero's poor skin, but notising the way hero melts when they get their face massaged, and the little shivers passing thru them even after being for hours in hot shower, villain cant help but go for round 3 in horny jail!! and tho hero makes them promise no more hickies, they happily let themselves get carried away with their villain.

Well I hope ur comfortable writing this, absolutely no pressure :D I read @yourheartonfire 's care so many times its actually one of my fav!! But I would love to see a bit of your touch to it, really hope you don't mind and write a snippet like this one (with all your own touches obv)

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“I’ll be sore in the morning.”

“That’s the goal.” The villain’s smirk was undoubtedly of vicious nature. They could be quite sweet with all their big date plans and expensive vacations but the hero knew them by heart, knew their darkest sides and usually, the hero was the one in charge.

However, today, the villain seemed to be yearning for more than usual. Which wasn’t a bad thing, obviously.

But it made the hero wonder.

“Is this some new scheme of yours?” the hero asked as they got pushed back into the sheets. The villain found their neck and tried gentle nibs which, despite the carefulness, made the hero squeak in pain. The villain drew back and tried another spot, choosing kisses over teeth.

“Love, believe me. I would find kinder methods to stop you from working. I know you love this job,” they mumbled. “I can’t take that away from you, I’ve learnt that a long time ago.”

For a moment, they just stared at the hero and the hero really, really felt lucky to have married someone so diligent. The villain was always eager to do more than was expected of them. Their goals were beyond reachable which was exactly why it could be quite frustrating to face them in battle.

The villain’s fingers ghosted over the hero’s collarbone and then, very sweetly, they kissed the hero. It reminded them of their first kiss. Very innocent. And it intensified the feelings they’d had for this entire evening — not only lust but also gripping love.

“You tell me when it’s too much, alright?” the villain whispered. The hero recognised guilt in the question and it squeezed their heart a little too hard.

“Of course,” they answered. They let their thumb brush over the villain’s bottom lip and then added this just to tease them. “I’m not someone who comes home injured and bleeding all over my spouse during sex.”

“Oh, come on. That was one time,” the villain said and let their hand slide down to their thigh.

“It wasn’t fun.”

“I know, I apologised.” The villain had already reached their destination with their hand and the hero was truly astonished that their spouse was doing so much today. It felt like heaven, sure, but the hero couldn’t help but ask themselves if everything was alright.

Growing up in a…troubling household had left them anxious of every micro change in their spouse’s mood which, no matter how hard both of them tried, wouldn’t go away.

“I’m just worried about you,” the hero said. “I’m really worried sometimes.”

They went through the villain’s hair several times, letting their fingers comb through it carefully as the villain’s kisses travelled lower and lower.

“It’s okay, I can take care of myself, love.”

“Yeah, but that’s the thing. You don’t…” They wanted to say more but the villain had found a sensitive spot. They breathed in, breathed out and tried to concentrate. “…you don’t have to.”

The villain started to use their tongue and the hero’s mind couldn’t comprehend their surroundings anymore. But they wanted to make a point, they remembered. They pulled the villain’s face up and guided them back to their mouth.

“Sometimes…I just wish you could talk more with me. We’re a team. Maybe not at work but…at least at home.” What a cruel sentence to say but the villain seemed to understand. “You don’t have to carry around everything.”

“Yes, you’re totally right. I’m sorry, I just don’t want to be a burden,” the villain said. They tried to get back down but the hero’s grip on their jaw held them in place.

“You’re not a burden,” they clarified. “You never have been, okay?”

“Okay,” the villain whispered and for the first time today, their shoulders seemed to relax. “Okay.”

They kissed the hero yet again very softly but the hero knew this wasn’t it.

“They’re sending me on a mission next week,” the villain said softly. “Some say it’ll be suicide.”

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 7 months

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Twas I who sent in the request for the rankings and information of the yanderes as fathers! I loved it so much, and don’t worry you didn’t mess anything up! It was way too good. You seriously put so much effort into everything you write, it’s all too beautiful! You’re going to have to do a Part 2 Continuation of the rankings again once you accumulate a new descent sized group of yanderes (so a new 16?…)

I’m also thrilled to hear that you love writing scenarios and have been waiting for a request like this. I agree, scenarios are such a fun and easy way to add more background to characters for audiences. Really helps you connect and enter the characters’ psyche.

So this is a bit of a follow-up request I suppose, but now I’m kind of wondering how the yanderes would react if their child (let’s say their son specifically) shows yandere traits, or otherwise a very similar personality to their father? I’m also imagining now how it’d be so funny if the yandere sons went to their mother and hogged all her attention for x time period just to spite and mess with their father…Cause they know they’re untouchable as long as they’re with their mommy and are crying to her.

Lastly, I’m not sure if you’ve read this person’s ABCs of their OCs, as you’ve mentioned you’ve read others, but I find this person’s ABCs to be the best ever! @wordsbymae is the person. I think a mixture of SFW and NSFW would be great for you. I know you don’t do blatant lengthy smut, and I want to make sure you’re always comfortable with what you write and don’t feel pressured to do what others want of you. So the NSFW sprinkles of the ABCs would be like what you currently write, implied. Again, write in your comfort zone only! Besides, seeing some cute fluff never hurts anyone.

Yandere! Men and their Yandere children

LMAO OKAY THIS ONE IS TOO CUTE TO NOT IMMEDIATELY WRITE UP!

Also, thank you for suggesting the user for the ABCs! I'll look into it. For now, i'll be closing the requests to answer the questions once more!

Thank you for being patient with me owo

YAN! ARTIST

Arlen will be somehow happy that his child is of the same disposition as him. Alongside the kid, he'll probably teach the kid to paint you. Although, the kid hogging your attention will be something of an irritant to him.

YAN! DRAGON

Yeah, sorry. Vincent will probably be upset and do some kind of corporal punishment on the kid for hogging your love. He is a dragon after all. A yandere at that too. But, if the kid is only a yandere but not to you, he will be a proud father really.

YAN! THEATER ACTOR

YAN! BUTLER

Zero will be intrigued, more or less. The child he reared produced with you is also a yandere? Did the experiments Zero performed on himself in order to conceive a child somehow affected the kid's personality to match his? Well, in the end, Zero would be like a devil's whisper on the ear of the kid. Telling them that they should do everything for their darling. Although, if the kid is a yandere for you, Zero has no qualms about finding a way to remove the yandere trait, one way or another.

YAN! SUGAR DADDY

Rowan will be proud, like really proud. His kid is also the same as his? Yes please. That's a godsent. If the kid is yandere for you? Feisty squirt, hogging all their mommy's attention. But the mommy always comes back to Rowan's arms. Hello probably rile the kid up for fun.

YAN! JOCK

Damon doesn't really have feelings for family. So when he saw his child is a yandere, he's just "meh". This is one of the rare times Damon won't put up a facade since the child will probably see through him. He actively fights for your attention too, but also making sure not to hurt the kid.

If this was earlier years of the kid's living life, then him not hurting the kid will probably due to you. But later, he will not hurt the kid due to the child being his kid.

YAN! ASSASSIN

YAN! EX-BOYFRIEND

Lee's the same with Damon. He doesn't feel that much for family other than you, so he's more or less annoyed when he realized his child is the same as him and the child's special interest (for now) is you. Probably will actively put the kid in playdates to awoken the child's special romantic interest.

YAN! COWBOY

Knoxx will probably be really proud also. Although, with the kid's special interest being you, he will be annoyed as fuck. He will not be actively finding a person to partner the kid up with, but he will probably pray everyday that the kid will find a special romantic interest.

YAN! EMO

Ashton is sensitive and is self aware as time goes by, so he's probably the only one amongst the yanderes that will be sad that his child is one. Being so obsessed with one person is not that much fun, he says. And with the kid being yandere for you, he'll see this as an opportunity to try and ween the kid off of the mindset before it's too late and the kid finds a special romantic interest.

YAN! WEREWOLF

Lyall will not see it at first because werewolves are naturally territorial. The kid is being possessive over you? Just clingy. The kid bit him because he approached you? Again, clingy and territorial. It will be too late to diagnose that the kid is actually a yandere when the kid is already grown up, and has probably killed a person.

YAN! EX-HUSBAND

Iñigo will have mixed feelings. Does this mean that being a yandere runs in the genes? How is that possible? And then, he will also be annoyed at the kids when they hog your affection and actively fight him. He sees them as nuisances. Also will put them in playdates to find their special interests.

YAN! HOSPITAL CHAIRPERSON

Xavier, the paranoid man he is, will be nervous of the prospect of the kid being a yandere also. What kind of yandere the kid will be? Does this mean he has to give the kid a separate house whenever the kid decides to kidnap? Does he need to help clean the kid up whenever the kid decided to kill? But in the end, he's supportive of the prospect. Although, with the kid being yandere with you, he's not really pleased with it.

YAN! VILLAIN

Eros will see this as a win win situation. Such a kid, doing everything for their special interest. Isn't that amazing? So he'll tolerate the kid's actions, even if it meant having to share you for a bit until the kid finds a special romantic interest for themselves.

YAN! POLITICIAN

Maximus will be a bit apprehensive, especially the earlier years. He needs to watch over the kid's actions in public for his family's reputation. He doesn't mind the kid being a yandere, as long as the kid will watch over their actions. He'll probably also help the kid (once they're grown up) to clean up crimes they did.

YAN! MAFIA BOSS

Hades will be really confused, more or less. He wanted the child to be after you, not him. And the kid is also "clingy" with you? It's not really ideal to him. So with a frown, he'll probably also be partial to the kid being a yandere. At worst, toleration, at best, a passive supporter.

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genderkoolaid · 1 year

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abstract thoughts about how men are also viewed as sexual objects by the kyriarchy both in a like. [to a toddler] "is this your girlfriend?" and in a "men are just such sexual beings they cant help themselves". it removes agency both from women ("you are helpless to refuse men") /and/ men ("you are helpless to refuse yourself")

and thus both straight women & straight men are denied legitimate relationships w/ each other, even in a friendship; the first point removes agency from men to decide what sort of relationship they have and simply states that any relationship with the "opposite" gender must be romantic because they are both helpless

Very true! This gets brought up in The Will to Change, specifically thinking of this paragraph:

Little boys learn early in life that sexuality is the ultimate proving ground where their patriarchal masculinity will be tested. They learn early that sexual desire should not be freely expressed and that females will try to control male sexuality. For boys this issue of control begins with the mother’s response to his penis; usually she does not like it and she does not know what to do with it. Her discomfort with his penis communicates that there is something inherently wrong with it. She does not communicate to the boy child that his penis is wonderful, special, marvelous. This same fear of the boy’s penis is commonly expressed by fathers who simply do not concern themselves with educating boys about their bodies. Sadly, unenlightened approaches to child abuse lead many parents to fear celebration of their child’s body, especially the boy body, which may respond to playful physical closeness with an erection. In patriarchal culture everyone is encouraged to see the penis, even the penis of a small boy, as a potential weapon. This is the psychology of a rape culture. Boys learn that they should identify with the penis and the potential pleasure erections will bring, while simultaneously learning to fear the penis as though it were a weapon that could backfire, rendering them powerless, destroying them. Hence the underlying message boys receive about sexual acts is that they will be destroyed if they are not in control, exercising power.

Being taught that your sexual desires are inherently gross, creepy, violent, etc. makes it hard to have a normal, healthy relationship with your sexuality, or to have healthy sexual relationships. Women are sexual objects, in the sense that they are viewed as having no autonomy or personhood, only existing for sexual gratification. But men are obliged to be sexual actors, while our culture also treats sex in a fucked-up way that does not equip them with the understanding they need to have a healthy relationship with sex. Sex can't just be something they enjoy, it is forced to be this power dynamic thing where their desires are at once mandatory and restricted.

I know there a lot of men who have been pressured into sex they didn't actually want to have, because "men always want sex", so not having sex would make them a pansy, or would be taken as an insult, or a sign of cheating. Men get pressured to perform straight sexuality (esp. when it comes to gay and asexual men) because not being sexual is taken as a sign of failed masculinity. & when it comes to marginalized men, they are stereotyped as overly sexual and sexually dangerous- its assumed that they must be aggressive and dominating, oftentimes creepy and disgusting in their sexuality as well.

The thing about domination is that it can feel great to dominate, but you constantly have to fear what happens if you aren't always doing that. It keeps you in a constant state of chasing dominance, because if you stop, you'll be dominated and a failure. Being an object is fucking awful, but there's another, special kind of pain when your body and being is made into a weapon. On one hand, you have a weapon, and you can attack. On the other hand, you are always a potential threat, and violence is made into a permanent part of your being. Its hard to be normal about relationships when you are viewing yourself as a loaded gun waiting to go off.

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kanna-kizuchi-enjoyer · 3 months

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Analyzing the versions of Terusai

How well it fits within canon and with the characters general personalities

Explanations:

Kokomi and Kusuo: Theyre already close friends and Kokomi has been shown to have a crush on him, when his powers went away, he stared at her and did say that her face would be considered pretty. Also the combination of gorgeous and psychic would be unstoppable.

It would also help both of them out, both of them get considered more than human, by their family especially. Kusuo already considers Kokomi to be a regular girl which is part of why she likes him so much, platonically or romantically. I think that opinion would do wonders for her, she would be allowed to have a break and wouldn't have to keep up her performance around him. And for Kusuo, Kokomi doesn't know him extremely well as shown by her fantasy version of him. However, she could get to know him better as time progresses. Even if she does learn about his powers, she would be shocked at first obviously, however she would grow to accept it, and given how shes been treated and how she is favoured by God, and her ability to guess people thoughts on her with extreme precision (see: average boy from the 3 legged race) her experiences border on psychic, this would allow her to be able to see Kusuo more as a regular boy than most people who know do, an example being Kuusuke.

It would also most likely help with their familial issues given the similarities. Both their older brothers have their issues, albeit different degrees, this would allow them to understand each other's problems and therefore let each other work through it.

Makoto and Kusuo: Who doesn't like enemies to lovers? They hate each other but they keep interacting, one time Makoto even halfway hugged him, strange behaviour to a guy you hate, not to mention how many times Makoto has randomly showed up at Kusuo's house unannounced. Also, Makoto is shown to be very jealous of Kusuo due to his friendship with Kokomi, a good twist on this would be that he's jealous of Kokomi but can't handle those feelings so he copes in the strangest manner. This would improve Makoto's character and the fanbases opinion on him. He is definitely the most hated Saiki K character, why? Because of his blatant obsession with his own sister, if you remove that, you can focus on his better qualities more. He's a funny and interesting character with a great design but that gets overshadowed by the sister thing.

Aside from that idea, it still works even if you keep the sister issue. Learning to love someone else would be good for him. His obsession hurts him and especially Kokomi, so being separated from her would give both her time to heal and him time to learn to love someone else, and allow the siblings to develop a healthy sibling bond.

Kokomi and Kuusuke: I believe it would be toxic as hell. Kuusuke has been shown to be actively hostile towards her (and most people) and given how much of her pride he shattered, she probably holds a deep grudge against him. I think if they were to date they would act nice to each other around people but it would be very strained and fake, but they would end up trying to best each other constantly, Kuusuke because he dislikes her, and Kokomi because she dislikes him and to regain her damaged pride. They would be like the couples who actively despise each other but Kuusuke and Kokomi would not tell people that.

However, in the scenario of a healthy relationship, It could benefit them in some ways. As I said with Kusuo, Kuusuke doesn't consider Kokomi anything more than a regular girl, (he actually believes that she's less than that, or more accurately, all humans are, except Kusuo and he likely places himself between the two categories.) Since he doesn't consider her godlike, she could be free to be herself, and be somewhat free from that pressure. On top of that, Kuusuke figured out her entire characters based on about 20 minutes with her, so there wouldn't even be a point of being a perfect pretty girl since he already knows who she is. I would say it would help him get over his competitiveness against Kusuo, however, I doubt he thinks highly of anyone else's opinion so Kokomi's input would have no effect on his behaviour. However, seeing the Cambridge scenes, he seems extremely lonely, so companionship, romantic or not, would benefit him.

Makoto and Kuusuke: Honestly, there's no telling how they would react to each other, they have no dynamic to go off of. However, everything I said about Makoto and how Kusuo would improve him, goes for Kuusuke as well so it would impact Makoto at least, and with Kuusuke, as with Kokomi, it would help dwindle his loneliness. Also, they have a lot of comedic potential, they are both very eccentric and strange men, being around each other's influence would probably amplify those traits. Imagining the amount of disapproval Kusuo and Kokomi would have about it is great on it's own. Overall, they are up to interpretation, they can be whatever the viewer wants them to be, and that in of itself is wonderful potential.

My personal opinions on them

What does "Positive but neutral" mean? It means I like the ship but I do not indulge in actively shipping it. Other than that, I post about Makoto and Kuusuke everyday without fail, I love Kokomi and Kusuo's friendship and see them more as best friends rather than lovers, and I am not very fond of Kuusuke and Kokomi (as a ship, as characters I adore them)

Overall, I respect all ships and the people who ship them.

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slowpiracy · 7 months

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We see Stede bumbling more than we've seen him in a while when he's fighting with Zheng, and with good reason, he's completely unequal to her, but I think it's more than that. We've seen Stede get out of sticky situations with some wily moves in just the right moment. There's a parallel with his duel with Izzy from S1 - in that fight, he was able to catch Izzy off guard and throw gunpowder in his eyes, but with Zheng, Stede's attempt at throwing dirt at her (?) is an abysmal failure. Nothing he tries works like it has in the past.

Earlier in the season Izzy says that he doesn't understand how Stede is still alive. Stede says he thinks he just works well under pressure. And we do see that's true in his "I did a punch" moment and with the immolation.

But when he's fighting Zheng, he is no longer so lucky. Later, he also tries to fight the English soldiers and needs to be saved by Zheng. At first I thought this was because he's so outmatched up against a pirate queen. He is, as Zheng pointed out, a mediocre man who thinks he's exceptional.

But I think something shifts when they get to the beach. Suddenly he's able to beat some of the British soldiers and hold his own against them. He's still no where near as good as Zheng, and he does need her to help him remove his sword from a soldier's body, but he got it in there in the first place and that's a big difference from how he was performing a few minutes earlier.

And I think what has changed in that moment is that Ed is nearby. Ed is returning to him. They're both on that beach and even before they're physically together, they know they are reunited. And suddenly, Stede is a better version of himself. He's a better pirate.

It might be that Ed's return has removed a weight of sadness and fear from Stede's mind. But I think it's also that he feels supported, and just having that support from someone you love (be it Ed, or the crew) makes everything easier. Makes it easier to be the best version of yourself.

Ultimately, this show is about love and about community and how much both matter.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #gentlebeard #edward teach #love #community #even when they don't talk it through as a crew they do good #zheng yi sao #stede bonnet

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epiclamer · 1 year

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fluffy after-hurt comfort would be very nice

Dedicated to my beautiful wife, who is trying her best and I am so so so proud of her <3 @save-the-villainous-cat

Genius Bottom

Villain had dealt with every injury they had ever gotten, even when it got so rough they couldn’t touch it without tears rolling from their eyes, they never asked for help. Convinced they didn’t need it.

Ultimately, that was false. Just because they hadn’t received the help they deserved as a kid, didn’t mean they didn’t need any at all. Being independent meant knowing when you could handle something yourself, and being grown enough to reach out when you couldn’t.

The criminal hadn’t quite learned that last part yet.

Hero stood, unfazed, as they stared down on the villain sat against the floor. They were cradling their knee with both hands hovering just above the bruised skin.

In one hand, Hero held a tensor bandage, in the other, an icepack. Standard procedure for a nasty bump like that, without making it any worse. The tensor bandage was a precaution; if something was bumped out of place it could keep it steady until they found out. While the icepack was a classic, able to reduce swelling and cool down any inflammation or even numb the whole area.

Fidgeting slightly in their spot, Hero tapped their toes impatiently into the ground. Increasingly bothered by the freezing of their hand against the frozen pack.

“I don’t need your help.” Villain seethed, refusing to make eye contact, they held their ground—or knee in this case.

“Sure you don’t. Just as much as Jack didn’t need any help getting on that door.”

Villains eyes flicked upwards, dangerously dark and bloodshot from being knocked in the nose. “Don’t be a smart ass.”

Hero grinned, one opening after another. “I thought you liked my ass? You always say it looks good in my suit…”

“Shut. Up. I’m trying to deal with something right now, if you couldn’t tell.” They exaggerated with overly pronounced gestures waving at their knee, it was effective at getting their point across but it also caused them to flinch at the sudden movement.

Overall, Hero rated the performance a six out of ten. Multiple lost points for pain infliction.

They leaned onto one knee, placing the icepack down gently yet fast enough to avoid Villains attempts to stop them. When it touched their skin the criminal gasped and recoiled, but Hero held them steady. Pulling them in carefully as they helped adjust the pack against the bruise. Hearing the villain’s heaving breaths at the pressure, they lessened up slightly until the villain seemed to regain control over their lungs.

“See?” Hero tilted forwards even more, lips brushing against the shell of villain’s ear. “That’s not so bad is it?”

Villain shivered, both hands coming up to grip the hero’s shoulders for stability and grounding. Everything hurt so badly, their ribs, their face, their knee.

“That’s— that’s the last time I ever take a fight for you.”

They groaned in complaint when they saw the hero fiddling with the wrapper to the tensor bandage. Unravelling it once they shed it of its outer plastic confinement and they smiled up at the other.

“You said that last time.” Hero hummed, setting aside two metal clips that looked like evil dragon claws to the villain. Then they slowly removed the ice and began to wrap neatly around their joint.

The villain winced again, but the cold had numbed most of the area down which was a great relief. They didn’t say anything but drop their head into the crook of the hero’s neck, sputtering some nonsense about this being the “true last time”, but both of them knew it wasn’t. Villain had been taking the hero’s fights more and more often lately and every time they swore it would be the last.

Hero smiled into the villain’s hair once before continuing their work. “Someone’s a bit protective, huh?”

Villain didn’t even try to deny it.

Instead, they were focused on the hero’s hands. The way they gently pressed against the joint, all the anatomy behind it flooding their head as they carefully tested each muscle, tapped around each bone and softly tested the lengths of its mobility. Admittedly, they were also a bit touch starved and feeling the hero’s warm hands exploring and massaging their leg was heaven on earth. Even if in certain spots it ached or shocked their system with pain.

“Good news; nothing is torn or broken. No bones out of place and definitely not a fracture. Just a nasty ol’ bruise. Should be gone in a week tops.” They removed their hands much too early and Villain almost wished they’d keep checking, keep examining for something that wasn’t even there.

They grumbled and sat back up, pushing off the hero’s collarbone. “You’re such a nerd.”

“Hey, I thought that was my shtick—” Hero laughed, clipping the silver barrettes into their bandage, Villain decided that was a good name for them.

“Mmmm, sorry~” They definitely weren’t, but they couldn’t help it if it was the first thing to slip past their lips.

Again, the crime-stopper’s hands were on them. Hoisting them into the air in a bridle carry that made them squeak. They always hated if not secretly loved when the hero picked them up. In truth it made them feel so much better to be so close, pressing their ear to the other’s chest in an attempt to hear their heartbeat. Matching up their breathing patterns as they were brought to their bedroom and laid on the sheets.

Hero ran a hand through their hair as they helped them under the covers. Brushing hair out of their face in the process as their thumb delicately traced their lips. “No apology needed, pretty. What’s mine is yours…” Hero ended their sentence with a wink as they slipped under the blankets and joined the freezing villain.

They latched on like a lifeline the second Hero was cuddled in, warm and steady, breathing slow and eyes half-lidded. Perfection. Per usual. Their nights always started like this, the villain rolling on top and the hero already half asleep once their head hit the pillows.

Smirking, Villain squeezed the hero’s inner thigh, watching in twisted delight as their eyes shot wide open. “Everything that’s yours… is mine?”

The hero matched the glint in the villain’s eyes, a not-so-innocent smile greeting them right back. “Everything, love.” Both their hands landed on the villain’s hips. “Between five AM to nine PM. Not after.”

Villain rolled their eyes at their lover, cursing how much they were enjoying the power play, before they dragged their hand back up and onto the hero’s chest to rest.

“Smart ass.”

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miz-orque · 3 months

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Sooo here's my silly little Monsoon concept in the Cyberpunk universe. This took some time, but I had a lot of fun doing it. You'll find a few things repeated on paper as my thought process was a little all over the place. The notes and layout on the pages may be a little unorganised. What's written on paper is reflected in the text, plus extra.

Yeah, this is longer than I thought lol so it's really appreciated if you do take the time to read it. I think I went a little ham 👀;

Apologies for image quality. I still have yet to get a scanner.

Cyberpunk!Monsoon.

General info

Typically, I would fashion him in: an Edgerunner's jacket (which is generally a mix of military armour and pedestrian materials woven together (this jacket is the Valentinos dual-weave Edgerunner)), simple black yoros and yoru no samurai kicks - the last two items being reminiscent of his ninja design in his canon universe. His utility belt and sais are also kept the same, tho the end of the sai's pommel glows when in use for combat.

He has a multitude of implants and cybernetics which include:

Memory boost - optimises sync between the brain and cyberware. An additional neuro chip implanted in his frontal lobe allows him full control of his unique cybernetic arms, including detaching and reattaching his arms, and control of his hands if they are several metres away when detached.

Self-ice - prevents him from getting a neuro virus.

Kerenzikov boost system - essentially a reflex booster

Custom Kiroshi optics: the Oracle (more details of this later)

(outdated) magnetic segmented cybernetic arms where each segment has a neuro link for full control (more details of this later)

Second heart - if his current heart stops beating, the second one activates.

Adrenal boosters - helps body maintain performance under pressure (in game stats detail less stamina usage when engaging in melee)

Micro rotors - increases attack speed

Adreno-trigger - increases attack speed for several seconds whe entering combat

Synaptic accelerator - a neuroprocessor that regulates hormonal balance during threatening situations (in game time is perceived slower for a few seconds when in combat. This implant can be used repeatedly after a 60 second cool down, but he's not looking to have a fight for longer than a minute)

Sub-dermal armour - exactly as it sounds - armour beneath the skin. He has this installed on his neck, torso, back and legs (before they were replaced)

Proxi-shield - the closer an attacking enemy is, the less damage they deal

Bionic joints (eventually replaced) - support of joints. He had this in his legs.

Dense marrow (eventually replaced) - increased power behind melee attacks. He had this in his legs

Dermal implant of a Tyger Claw tattoo - This implant directly links the user's optical implant to the weapon's system, offering real-time data-tracking of the weapon info - he only has this because he was a member of Tyger Claws for a few years, but he decided to keep it as he found it useful and for sentimental reasons

Fortified ankles (eventually replaced) - allows for greater distance covered when jumping

Iron lungs - is able to take in and utilise more oxygen. This was useful when he had his organic legs. This cybernetic has become rather redundant to him now that he's more metal than meat, tho he finds it useful for when he's smoking, he doesn't cough, however they're due for a cleaning from his habit.

Blood pump - supplies body's cells quickly and efficiently with oxygen - again no longer required. He eventually gets this removed

Further info

In this canon, Monsoon has albinism. His original eyes were replaced at a young age due to his poor vision and he received dermal implants to protect his sensitive skin from UV radiation.

Originally, his cyber optics were designed after his real eyes. These were standard optics that allowed him to see as the average person. The eyes were later replaced with Kiroshi the Oracle optics when he was recognised as a competent attack dog. These new eyes, however, were again based on his real eyes. He did not obtain his custom black and red optics until he joined Tyger Claws

The Oracle line allows the user to detect enemies (even under cover) within 17 m, turrets and cameras within 35 m and explosives and traps within 26 m, as well as 10x optical zoom in. He later got these functions upgraded when he opted to change their appearance. They were eye wateringly expensive.

The cyber threading on his face (the lines) are based on the veins surrounding his eyes in his original MGR concept art.

Likewise, the barcode on his forehead from his original concept, has been repurposed as evidence of being an unfortunate victim of human trafficking. Human trafficking exists across the globe in the Cyberpunk (CP) universe. The barcode that was tattooed on his forehead as a child was produced for the underground market to audit their stock. These markets are also owned by corporations who donate some of the profit made to charities (to look good to the general public), to law makers (for manipulation) and to crime syndicates (as pay).

As previously stated, Monsoon obtained custom black and red Kiroshi optics when he joined Tyger Claws. He thought they looked intimidating and cool. He was 15. And he still stands by this decision in his 40s. The black and red are also based on his MGR concept art.

For the record, Monsoon's unique eyes and visor in his original MGR concept design are some of my favourite things about him. Respectfully, these were omitted as I felt they didn't completely suit the environment I placed him in for this au. Sure, visors exist in CP, and of course there are characters like the Maelstrom group and even River (2077) that have robust optics, however:

Monsoon in this canon doesn't work as a corpo cyborg based in Denver with henchborgs under him; he is the henchborg and he's really fucking good at it

His visor holds his electromagnetic generator. In this canon, he doesn't have the ability to separate his entire body, just his arms. It would be redundant for him to have it unless he wears it for the aesthetics. I'm on team Practical Monsoon here so...

Maelstrom essentially believe in transhumanism. Monsoon does not believe in this (him becoming a cyborg in MGR is a consequence of him not wanting to die) and the glowing eyes would give his position away if he's being stealthy.

I think River's too broke to get a better looking eye lol. Monsoon may not be rolling in it, but at least he can afford eyes that provide wider perioral vision and allows him to blink his eyelids.

I just wanted to show off the emotions in his eyes. Can't do that if he's looking like: ⚫👃⚫ "I luv u"

I've designed him bulbous eyeball connecting visors that help increase his field of vision to act as his CP au visor. (A little on the fence with this)

Regarding his arms, their design is outdated. Further information will be provided later in the post, tho I thought I'd keep this here as this was used as reference for myself.

Ken doll Mons and his bs (backstory obvs)

Born in 2031 in Cambodia, Monsoon grew up in poverty. He was abducted as a young child and sold in the black market to an organised crime syndicate. Originally, he was going to be used as an actor for the growing extreme braindance (XBD) market, however, due to his aggressive and tenacious nature, he was taken to be trained as an attack dog instead.

Mention of a several years' mission is present, but this will be touched upon later. The two images are of Monsoon before and after this mission.

Pre-mission:

Most of his body is organic, tho he has a number of internal implants (as mentioned previously)

As stated, unlike his original canon design, the additional segments are omitted. Due to CP lore, and considering Monsoon's upbringing, he would have succumb to cyberpsychosis ages ago (would have gone on a spree like James Norris in Edgerunners). A super bog standard definition of cyberpsychos is a condition where the person dissociates from society when they have too many implants and not a great support system (if they even have one). (It's a theory that David's support system is the reason why his tolerance for something as extreme as his sandevistan was high). If the chassis was kept, I would have had to abide by this rule; Monsoon at this point would have been a slender version of Adam Smasher. (Not a bad idea, but that's literally what he is in MGR but with MG lore in place). Omitting his chassis meant that there was more freedom to explore the world of CP with Monsoon. Also I wanted to see him in sneakers.

Also, his design wouldn't suit the Night City (NC) environment. In his original canon, he's the only WoD member that isn't wearing a coat. In NC, he would need to be naked to fully utilise his abilities. Not to mention, the city itself being so busy, I feel as if his magnetism would cause some damage to certain technology, if his segments don't catch onto a vehicle or a building or a fellow cyborg's butt. If anything, reference of his original design (torso and legs) would be for cosmetic purposes.

Post-mission:

He lost his pelvis and legs during the mission

As he was out in the desert at the time of this incident, his legs were replaced with robust mechanical legs provided by a nomad ripperdoc.

His legs were later replaced with a sleeker and more modern design. He also got that Mr Studd installed 😉

His cyber legs also include reinforced tendons (can literally double jump/jump great heights), Jenkin's tendons (accelerates sprinting for a few seconds - recovery time is just as quick when he's not sprinting), fortified ankles (jump great distances) and lynx paws (quiet footsteps). These are to mimic some of the attributes he has in his original canon.

His cyber arms are eventually replaced with an upgraded and custom pair.

He has cyberpsychosis. Treatment includes therapy, medication and being around his support system regularly. Of course, due to the nature of his work, slaughter does help relieve the aggression he gets from his psychosis.

After being sold to an organised crime syndicate to become an XBD actor, his aggressive nature had them think he would be better suited as a protector. He was repurposed to become an attack dog. For fun, he was given a pair of sais to train with, tho his mentor was compassionate enough to train him well. Tho he was born in Cambodia and spent his early childhood there, he was migrated to Japan after being sold. He spent the rest of his childhood serving the Yakuza as their favoured attack dog. From 15, he was stationed at Night City, being a body guard for a high ranking Yakuza member, but he decided to join Tyger Claws instead.

Additional notes:

The crime syndicates involved are primarily a mix of Triad and Yakuza members, smaller groups and groups outside of Asia are also involved, taking advantage of the state of Cambodia (it's not great). Particular corps are also involved and it's rumoured the Khmer Rouge may also be poking their noses into this black market (they exist in the CP universe. Like in our real world history, they did have their influence, however they were expelled from Cambodia and ended up ruling over Laos in the turn of the 21st century) in hind sight, Monsoon was pretty lucky

He was sold at the age of five.

The XBD market involves things like murder, torture, sexual assault - basically any instance that involves very extreme negative emotions (and is obvs very illegal). Monsoon would have likely been put up for murder and maybe even have cyberpsychosis induced on him

The Yakuza viewed Monsoon as disposable, but thought to have him at least trained in fighting. When his teacher taught him how to use the sai (which he picked up quickly), the members he often interacted with saw his potential. On the field, Monsoon was aggressive.

He was named Monsoon because he was purchased during the season. The name stuck because of his extreme behaviours: eerily calm when he's not in a fight, frightfully violent when he is.

His first implant were his eyes. The following cybernetics were implanted on him without his knowledge ie he woke up one day with his hand replaced with a cybernetic one lol. He freaked

When he arrived in Night City, he offed the Yakuza member he was meant to protect and joined Tyger Claws swiftly after. It was rumoured that this particular was to be disposed of once a negotiation with affiliate groups was made. Monsoon didn't care and killed him anyway. He's never forgiven them for what they did to him.

Because of his upbringing, he speaks Japanese fluently. Being the favoured attack dog, he wasn't required to learn any additional languages, especially with the advent of the translator, however, he did take up learning English when he learned he was going to visit California for an unknown amount of time. Much to his chagrin of learning the common conversational sentences English, when he arrived at Night City, particularly Japantown, he was disappointed that everyone around him was speaking Japanese. That didn't stop him from actively learning tho. Unfortunately, he doesn't remember much Khmer if at all.

The crummy tattoo dermal implant on his back depicts Reahu, the demon king in Cambodian mythology. It's described to be a head without a body and devours the sun and moon, but because of its lack of body (and therefore stomach), it's a perpetual cycle of devouring these celestial bodies.

His stoic and serious nature proved him to be a valuable member to the Tyger Claw gang, getting some recognition from high ranking members, including a glance or two from the up-and-coming fixer, Wakako Okada. He was given a few private jobs, one of which awarded him his extraordinarily unique magnetic arms at around the age of 18. Tho his peers didn't care for the attention he received, a small group of Tyger Claws grew jealous of him, even denouncing him as a member for being an outsider.

During a mission out, the small group turned on him, disabling his arms and taking advantage of his shock. He did defend himself to the best of his abilities, however, he was outnumbered and beaten to near death. Before completely blacking out, he called Wakako.

Once recovered and his arms repaired, he left Tyger Claws and sought vengeance on those that tried to kill him. No longer a member, he happily attacks any member that so much as looks at him funny.

Additional notes:

His position in the gang would have been pretty much the same in his original canon. He did participate in some drug dealing and trafficking, however he enjoyed fighting the most.

He was out cold for a couple days when he was picked up by Wakako and taken care of by a doctor of her choosing

Monsoon was growing tired of the gang anyway and thought he would be successful if he left. The group that attacked him provided him a really good reason to leave

He wanted to remove the Tyger Claws tattoo on his back, but decided against it as he gave it a new meaning: continuously devouring the clan

It's an exaggeration to say that he attacks any TC member if they look at him funny. He attacks them if they touch him in any way, shape or form.

Despite the fact he was a member for about five years, he has never crossed paths with Jimmy. Jimmy was locked away being a cringe teenager editing edgy braindances and wearing black eyeliner.

Ze arms

Gifted his magnetic arms at 18, adapting to fully cybernetic arms was a challenge, especially with the unique ability to desegment at will. Tho they are rumoured to be of Arasaka make, his provider advised it was from an underground yet promising corporation.

Previous arms

Neural connection between brain, arms and segments.

Powerful electromagnetism, however best performed away from the busier parts of Night City

Electromagnetic generator located in shoulder joint.

Silicone connection inside and outside of elbow.

Upper half of arm matches skin tone. Forearms and hands are black (right) and red (left).

Palm and fingertips padded; sensors are quite sensitive

Range began at 10 metres, but increased to 15 when his arms were repaired

New and current arms

Possess the same elements as the previous arms, but with a sleek design

Arms are completely black apart from the left forearm and hand being red.

Generator hidden in shoulder

Fingertips have highly sensitive sensors

Edge of segments glow red when in use (when he gets his magnet on)

Carbon fibre material

Faster movement

Range is about 30 metres max.

Additional notes:

The arms are quite expensive. He has to visit a reputable doctor that is well educated in electromagnetics and whatever the fuck else his arms possess because they're pretty insane

It took him a good month to get used to using fully cybernetic arms and even long to actually master the use of its magnetic abilities. He would say about a year.

The underground corporation used both Arasaka and Militech to craft the arms. Monsoon's unknowingly a guinea pig, however he does eventually meet the people behind these.

Said people provided him with the new arms

He exclusively uses his magnetic abilities in combat. At least, that's what he says. Monsoon has used his abilities to get something out of reach, get something from another room, and trip Jimmy (when he didn't like him) - now he uses them to pull Jimmy towards him

Sundowner

Monsoon became a solo mercenary after he left Tyger Claws. Mainly working with Wakako, he would sometimes do gigs with other solos. More often than not, he would find himself working alongside this heavyweight merc, Sundowner. At first, he found him to be rather loud and obnoxious, but eventually he found him to be a worthy and competent ally to the point he's glad to see him in his group of mercs.

Additional notes:

They met for the first time during a meeting with a fixer at Tom's Diner. Monsoon mistook him for a patron as Sundowner was chowing down on a burger and commenting loudly about the music. He wasn't particularly excited to learn that he would be working alongside him for this mission

They only ever hang out at bars or eating establishments, and the occasional visit to a braindance club.

Okay, maybe sometimes they visit Dogtown for the thrill and chaos

Monsoon's been to Sundowner's humble abode once for bbq. It's in the Badlands

They once infiltrated a Scavs base because Sundowner thought one of them stole his keys to his truck. They killed them all. They did not find his keys because he suddenly remembered where they were kept.

They once got into a random scuffle with Sixth Street

And the Voodoo Boys

And the Valentinos

And the Animals

And Tyger Claws (Monsoon enjoyed that one)

All started by Sundowner.

Sundowner is gun heavy in this universe, only using Bloodlust when he wants to get messy, but keep his hands clean.

Of course, Sundowner has the Gorilla Arms cybernetic that grants him immense strength as well as the Reinforced Tendons implants

Coming from Alabama, Monsoon's not quite familiar with the terms Sundowner uses that isn't Night City lingo. Sometimes he uses his translator which isn't the most reliable due to Sundowner's accent. He did eventually grow accustomed to his way of speaking

Sundowner most definitely did partake in the Corporate War of 2069.

Sun became a fan of Jimmy's unnecessarily violent XBD edits

The above drawings are of them in their twenties

Legs and mission

The mission

At around 25 years old, Monsoon with Sundowner was given a secret gig by their mysterious fixer. Like most gigs, survival was not guaranteed, however, the payout for this gig was huge if they did survive. This gig involved them and a small group of other mercs, techies and netrunners to travel outside Night City across the country. The mission was so secretive, contact outside anything that did not revolve around the mission was forbidden, this meant that kin were left in the dark about the whereabouts of their loved ones.

The gig proved challenging; some members lost their lives. Monsoon almost lost his life being involved in an incident that had him lose the lower half of his body. He carried out the rest of the mission in a set of robust cybernetic legs that included storage for his stoma bags. The difficulty of this mission did solidify and strengthen his friendship with Sundowner.

After the mission, which ended up lasting five years, and of course receiving his massive payout, Monsoon got himself a new set of legs, a built in bladder, rectum and a Mr Studd (with Jimmy's assistance). He also developed cyberpsychosis which is handled by his medication, therapy sessions and time spent with loved ones.

Additional notes:

The payout was six digits

The mission itself was arduous. Flat lining tended to be the bulk of the mission, tho the men would argue it felt like an underground war. Really, it was corpo shit trying to keep governments outside of their business. Infiltration and assassination proved more difficult than initially thought, especially when theft of technologies was involved

Monsoon did find it difficult to not get in contact with the people he cared about during his gig. He obviously worried about Jimmy the most because he's a danger magnet. He forced him to get the Shock-n-Awe implant as a means of defence, but he also told Jimmy not to wait for him.

Monsoon's lower body was crushed by a massive structure that collapsed after a bomb went off.

He often wrapped cloth tightly around his abdomen to keep his storma attachments extra secure. The last time he didn't have that security, he dookied on Sundowner when he tried to parkour. They still laugh about it.

He lost his legs about two years into the mission

His psychosis developed rather quickly when his legs were swiftly replaced with robust cybernetic legs.

He was fully prepared for Jimmy to have moved on. Much to his surprise, he waited for him and started gaining immense success in his work.

He also learned he became a cat dad

Ze legs and pelvis

His replacement legs right after the accident were standard metal robotic legs that helped him get around, tho it hindered his athletic abilities. He was happy to have them finally replaced with a more competent model. These legs include:

Matching skin tone

Sensors included that allows him to detect pressure, temperature changes and pain

A faux butt with padding

A Mr Studd that acts similarly to a natural penis - of course he misses his real one, but he's glad he can pee out of this one and relieve sexual need. Special sensors in the phallus connected to a specific neural link allows him to feel aroused when stimulated and lead to an eventual climax, of course it's not the same as it once was. His sex drive is also quite low.

Faux testes included for aesthetic purposes - they look and feel almost like the real thing! 😃 A TRT device was considered to be included in his pair, but he opted to take injections whenever he wanted to. He doesn't think the lack of testosterone hinders his abilities to carry out his duties as a merc. Before he changed his legs, he wasn't on testosterone regularly.

Reinforced tendons, Jenkin's tendons and Lynx paws installed

Height increased from 6'2" to 6'5" - he had a high calorie and nutritional diet due to being trained as a fighter, however, that isn't to say he didn't receive painful procedures to increase his height to appear more intimidating

Has replacement organs with sensors

Artificial butthole works fine 👍 (don't lie, you were curious)

He takes rather strong immunoblockers

Additional notes:

Jimmy paid for some of the costs. He insisted.

Recovery was relatively quick, tho he had to take the time to get used to his new legs and make sure sensors worked well.

Jimmy's aware of Monsoon's cyberpsychosis. It kinda turns him on. And he loves to admit it.

....yeah Jimmy did select the junk to be Monsoon's replacement sausage

Khamsin

During a few of his gigs, he had Khamsin as his "wheels guy". His chatter and loud music gets on Monsoon's gears, but Sundowner like Khamsin, plus he's an excellent driver. Most of the time, Monsoon zones out when he's around Khamsin, but with enough drinks, he'll chuckle at a joke or two.

Additional notes:

Khamsin's truck looks better than how I drew it. I'm just bad at drawing vehicles

Khammy also has cybernetic legs

Mons doesn't hate him, but he wouldn't invite him to his place

Sometimes he gets taunt ideas from Khamsin

Mistral

Monsoon has been a well established solo when he met the young and snarky woman who goes by Mistral. Tho she's solo, she also dabbles in netrunning, proving her versatility. At first the two didn't get on so well. She taunted him about being an old fogie, and he retorted her about being a naïve and obnoxious little girl with pink hair, even tho their age difference is approximately 15 years.

Sundowner kept wanting her on the team despite the bickering as the group worked well together and he enjoyed her accent. When the group finally did decide to hang out together at a bar, Monsoon and Mistral bonded over their annoyance with Khamsin and their love for Jimmy. As the two got closer, Mistral gifted Monsoon a couple of sakura hair clips she won at a fair. He invited her to his place to see his cat.

Additional notes

Mistral's married to Courtney lol. Courtney's a corpo, but they hardy spend time together due to their work

Mistral's a fan of Jimmy's XBDs.

She's visited their place multiple times and has designated herself as their cat's aunt

Monsoon loves the hair clips, even tho he doesn't express this out loud

She's a gun user - I'm basing this off her time as a soldier, plus I'm not sure where her lance fits in the CP universe. The geckos would be more like her and Courtney's freak children than her tools

Monsoon does not like her freak children

Weirdly, her and Jimmy became good friends. They text each other on a regular basis

She also hangs out with the two if Courtney's busy with work

She playfully throws things at Monsoon. Monsoon draws on her face when she's netrunning

She came to Night City directly from Algeria. She misses the food there

Fighting

Monsoon's fighting style is more or less identical to the original canon moveset, save for his lack of magnetic segmented legs and torso. When he had his natural legs, he utilised reflex implants to boost speeds and force behind his kicks. Now that he has his cybernetic legs, he's even more dangerous in a fight. He has implants that increase his resistance to hacking. His arms can be disassembled by skilled hackers, a hell of a disadvantage if he's using his sais to attack from a distance. He carries a multitude of grenades with him which includes explosives, EMPs and smoke grenades.

Outfit

Monsoon dresses in kitsch style clothing. His wardrobe consists mainly of vests and short sleeves, and perhaps five pairs of bottoms. As he's often doing gig work (and beating up Tyger Claws), he favours no sleeves for their practically and ease of wear. He does own at least a handful of long sleeve shirts, bombers and hoodies which he wears on special occasions, such as when he doesn't want to use his magnetic abilities.

Additional notes

He owns a couple neokitsch style clothing (clothing that only the wealthy can afford) because Jimmy likes to spoil him. He only ever wears them when he's visiting Embers

Jimmy likes stealing his jackets and hoodies.

Monsoon on occasion wears Jimmy's jacket to feel like a villain - Jimmy doesn't take offence to this.

Monsoon wears his clothes until they fall apart. It annoys Jimmy because he knows he can afford new clothes.

He also hates going clothes shopping with Jimmy

Apartment

His apartment is located in Japantown, Westbrook of Night City. He keeps the apartment clean and free of clutter, the only decorations he has are books/magazines and a dragon statue that holds incense (came with the apartment). Eventually, his apartment transformed into a lively little abode when Jimmy entered his life. After becoming accustomed to the company, the apartment now includes horror movie posters, memory chips dotted everywhere, cute little momentos, cans of Spunky Monkey in the fridge, an additional toothbrush, additional clothes in the wardrobe, sex toys and numerous Polaroid photographs of the two.

Additional notes:

Sometimes they use each other's toothbrush by mistake

He has a plethora of plants. He likes nature. Jimmy's a little freaked out by the plants especially when they touch him

He doesn't smoke in the apartment

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