“someone might hear us.” Feels like it might have some good potential for Akari and Seven? 👀
Thank you!! 🧡 this has such good akari and seven potential!!
Intimacy prompt asks
Didn't wind up overly scandalous but under the cut juuust in case
It was hard to breath. Akari's breathes came in quick and shallow and full of adrenaline, rivaling even the most intense post performance rush. She couldn't keep the grin from spreading across her face as Seven, barley managing any sort of inconspicuousy, all but dragged her down the corridor and into one of the side rooms used for confessionals.
Seven didn't even hit the lights once she'd pulled Akari inside and slammed the door shut behind them. Her hands immediately caught Akari's waist, pulling her flush agaisnt her, lips immediately crashing into Akari's own.
"I uh," Akari's breath heaved between kisses, hands running down to rest on Seven's hips, pulling her closer. "You," Seven's hands palmed at her exposed abdomen, fingers trialing along tattoos as she deepened the kiss. "Stage outfit is uh its good yeah?" She hadn't been thrilled when its what was selected for her, ripped jeans, a cutoff shirt and a short jacket, but Seven had snuck into the dressing room and taken one look at her before grabbing her hand and headed out the door.
Seven didn't reply, pushing her tongue deeper into Akari's mouth as she slid her hands further down to Seven's thighs, lifting her up as she staggered further into the room. "What if someone hears us?" Akari muttered between kisses, desperately looking for someplace to lay her down, settling on the desk producer Cory has them all sit at for the interviews.
"Its for recording, its soundproof," Seven's breath hitched as Akari kissed her way down her neck, stopping to nip at her collarbone. As much as she hated the stylists, a part of Akari would like to personally thank whoever picked the knee-length black dress out for Seven.
Braced on the desk up above her, she felt like the luckiest person in the world.
"Soundproof huh?" If Akari had any doubts, they were all banished by the sound that tore its way out of Seven's throat as she bit down on her shoulder, kissing the marks as she left them. "You're pretty, you're pretty confident in that aren't you?"
"Akari," the whine was unexpected. Drawn out and raw and sending shivers down her spine. Seven was staring up at her, pupils blown wide, chewing at her bottom lip.
It was the most beautiful sight Akari had seen in a long while. One she wasn't sure she deserved.
"Show me whatcha want then," she growled, tugging at Seven's earlobe, grinning wider and wider at the little noises she kept pulling out of her.
Seven's shaky hands found Akari's own, nerves and excitement all blended up together as Seven guided Akari's hand down to the hem of her dress. Seven's breath was hot against Akari's lips as she kissed her again, rough and deep as she slid her hand further up Seven's thigh.
She couldn't say she loved her yet. Too much too soon. They were taking it slow. So Akari chanted it over and over in her head as she swallowed Seven's screams in deep, desperate kisses as her thumb brushed over her clit, basking in each strangled breath and noise she teased out.
Seven finished with a jolt, legs wrapping around Akari's waist and pulling Akari down flush against her, hands grabbing fistfulls of her jacket as her chest heaved. Laying there, just the two of them in the dark like it was only them alone in the world, no tour, no bands, just them and Akari hopped it would never end.
“i need more of you.” From the intimacy asks for Sierra and Julia, please 👉👈 (only if you want to of course!)
Thank you so much for this ask, friend! It got a little carried away from me I’m afraid, haha.
(This is 18+, so it’s under the cut! It’s also a little more explicit than the last one, lol. Sorry.)
“Sierra, I—please.”
It’s always nice to hear Julia beg for you. You wouldn’t call yourself arrogant, exactly, or proud, but you always feel a certain way whenever you get the great Marshal Charge to whine. She might give the orders on the battlefield, but here and now, when there’s no one else around, the one in control here is definitely not her.
Her head is tipped back, and it’s a lovely view with her long, wild hair set loose, and her mouth parted as she gasps. You’re comfortable on her couch with your legs spread, fully-clothed, but she’s currently bare and has one of your thighs trapped between both of her own. It’s impossible to decide where to look: her face, with her eyes shut tight? The rise and fall of her chest? Or the mess she’s making of your jeans as you lift your leg to press against her? All of these are good choices.
But she seems to make the decision for you. Both of her hands are gripping the couch on either side of your head to support her weight, and she leans forward heavily to duck down and press her forehead against yours. Her breath brushes sweetly across your face as she pants, and you’re shielded from the rest of the world by a curtain of rich, black twists of hair.
“What is it, Jules?” you ask, like you aren’t grinding against her, like you aren’t trying to reduce her to a shivering, spent puddle of a woman.
“I—I need…”
“Use your words,” you tell her when she falters. Where your confidence comes from when you find yourselves together like this is impossible to say, but there’s something about the deliciousness of making her come undone that causes your blood to burn.
Sometimes it frightens you, how much you desire her, especially in such a base way. What you’d give for just another chance watch and touch and listen as she falls apart, and all because of you.
“I… I need…” she tries again. “Sierra, please, I’m so close. I need more of you.”
And doesn’t that do something strange to your heart. It fully skips a beat in your ribcage, a heavy thump that feels like a physical blow.
More of you? What more can you afford to give? Unless… does she mean…
Your mouth has gone terribly dry, and you swallow hard. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know if I can.”
You thought she understood. She’s always understood, and never asked, never pressed for answers when you insisted that she keep her hands, her mouth, to herself. Julia has never once tried to cross your boundaries. Everything has always been on your terms. So why is she asking for more now?
Is it not enough, anymore? Are you not enough?
(Of course you aren’t. You aren’t even human. Maybe she finally figured it out. Maybe…)
Above you, she’s gone still, but you don’t notice until she leans back to look you in the eye. Her brows are furrowed in concern. It doesn’t look right on her, when her face is still flushed with exertion and she should be lost in ecstasy.
For one agonizing, terrifying moment, you think she’s going to touch your face. But she doesn’t, and opts for letting her hand fall into her lap instead.
“Oh, Sia.” It isn’t exactly a coo, but it’s close. “I’m so sorry. I should have been—mierda, I’m such an idiot. I don’t mean it like that. I would never… you never have to do more than you’re comfortable with. I only…”
Now it’s your turn to flush. You feel heat rise to your face with embarrassment. Of course, you had to go and misread the situation. Julia is wrong; she isn’t the idiot here. You are, and now the night is ruined.
“What do you mean?”
Her smile is soft and a little bashful, as if she wasn’t just riding your thigh.
“Your hands,” she explains. “Don’t get me wrong—I love your thighs, really. They’re incredible. But what I really need is your touch.”
And now you wish you were the one melting away. It always makes you flustered whenever she talks like that. Like she finds you desirable, for some strange reason. Before her, you never imagined someone would look at you, and see you that way. It’s so unfair how easily she slipped into your life and changed everything.
It’s also unfair how much she makes you want.
How can you deny her?
You already know the answer—you can’t. Especially now, after you’ve upset her with your wrong assumptions. The least you can do is make it up to her.
Maybe tonight can be salvaged after all, you decide as you smooth your palm up her calf. You caress the bend of her knee and the supple flesh of her thigh, until you finally reach the patch of soaked curls you’re intimately familiar with. Julia shudders a breath as you find your target with ease.
“Like that?” you ask innocently.
“Yes.” It exhaled in a breath. “Yes, just like that. Sierra, please…”
You pick up the same rhythm you had before. It makes her hips jerk, a memory of the way she was rocking against you before. “Good. But I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Have you played the scarlet hollow update?? what have you thought so far??? im chewing on my bars digging through everything
Just got through to part 1 of the update, chewing the bars of my cage...
spoilers below !
KANEEKA DISAPPEARED..... WHERE IS SHE....... multiple times i said out loud "DURING BLACK HISTORY MONTH??" but I know know this definitely because we drank the tea a chapter earlier..... we ended up getting arrested after visiting the forbidden wing with stella and confronting tabitha. wild shit. i'm currently watching my good friends @localcryptic and @firststrikerr do a completely different run from the beginning while we wait for pt 2 and I can't believe how much we missed the first time around. I would prefer no further spoilers tho, that's just how it's been going so far
Your WIP got me curious! Are there any facts you can share about Carmen? Only if you want to!
Hi! Thank you!!! 🧡 and yes! I would love that!
A quick breakdown for anyone curious, Carmen Darrow (she has a surname now!) lives and works in LD as a barber, which is actually how she met Alex. She's Alex's girlfriend (besides Julia).
And now some fun facts :3
She's 34, is 5'11", and her birthday is March 18th
Her parents live in the San Diego area, and they talk very frequently. She tries to go visit once a month if she can.
A moderately okay cook, very good on a bbq though
General coffee order is either a red eye or a latte, depending on how awake she is
Not a morning person
She's partially colour blind in her left eye. It's due to an injury she got as a teenager that ended up requiring surgery
She knows that Alex is a regene and the villain, and she knew this before the end of Retribution (rip Julia). She's cool with it, very laid back for the most part, and good at rolling with what happens. She likes Alex a lot, and the villain thing is pretty hot tbh. Only thing she's in the dark about is the puppet
She has a grapevine tattoo at the small of her back. I drew it in colour but I'm still tossing up between that and monochrome
Dyes her hair pink, it's naturally brown. It's long and curly and cut into an undercut, so it isn't as thick and heavy
Big reason for butch Alex, was unintentionally very helpful to her to figure that shit out.
She's also butch herself
She does have some jewelry Alex stole for her, and does wear it rather often
Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?
THIS ONES SO FUN!!! They would be nice to each other, both have their hangups and would not stick the other in something they know they'd hate. They also have the same fashion sense and extremely blended wardrobe lol
Top-> Seven picks Akari
Bottom-> Akari picks Seven
And bonus silly because I actually had a doodle of this 😂 sorry Sev, its cute!
who's more likely to do something out of spite?
Oh this is a fucking loaded one holy shit.
[Looks at Seven's hookups post breakup] right. Yeah. Seven does. She sure does. She loves Akari so much, there has to be action to make he madder, make her hate, drive the equally smitten Akari away. She reacts. It might not be correct, or remotely proportional, but Seven feels too much too fast and reacts and acts out.
Akari is not much better. But theres the catch that she very rarely does it agaisnt people she cares for. She will spite a stranger or person in her orbit, Akari is mean and not above doing some messed up shit. But it would be an outlier that's very hard to achieve to get her to turn it agaisnt Seven. She'd more likely self-destruct and isolated instead if she even thought about it. If Seven were to piss her off she'd more likely go start a bar fight then do something in actual retaliation
I hope you don’t mind me randomly hoping in your asks, but you have any ideas/headcanons for your steps and their handlers? I love hearing how everybody’s steps were when it came to the farm, especially early on.
(No pressure to answer btw, feel free to ignore!)
Wow this has been in my inbox FOREVER. Had to think on it! Thank you so much, and I absolutely do not mind random asks! I'm just slow lol
Alright I'll do Alex first because I'm not super solidified with hers. And also I keep getting handler and her HG mixed up in my head 😅 they're very similar
For length, I've got to put this all under a readmore, Alex's is first, Valya's will be second. I'm certainly nervous about saying anything about Valya's handler because he is a horrible one to put it mildly. For my own sanity and I'm sure someone else's I'll pop a few warnings before it starts.
Alex's handler was, all things considered, a bit nicer than some of the other ones. Wasn't physically abusive (well, not directly, what the other scientists did she wasn't stopping. Hands off for herself), much more emotional. She had a "mother knows best" sort of mentally. Was outwardly relatively nice to Alex, especially when most other Farm staff were not, and painted the narrative that she was the only person who really cared for her.
There was a lot of break her down build her up. Alex was particularly 'well behaved' if you will. There was a lot of muzzeling and restraining, she was handled roughly at best for any procedures or transportation. But afterwards, Handler would be there to save her. Offer the option to be mad, or a treat, or a quiet place to rest. She was the good one. Telling Alex that she was the only person who treated her right, that others all had ulterior motivations, that people sucked and always wanted something, but she was different.
And for that, she was very hands-off. Someone else handled Alex in the field and on missions, and then when she came back mad and overwhelmed and feeling some kinda way then Handler would be right there waiting to make it all better. It's just the way things had to be, Handler was just doing her job. Give out praise while maintaining loyalty and quality of work.
It worked astoundingly well. Alex holds people at a distance and doesn't trust any of them for a very long time (and even when she does, it isn't consciously acknowledged by her). Everyone's in it to get something out of it. Love is fake. Nobody cares. Just look out for number 1. Only she really cared, and she was trying her best to make things better. Surely she could see that?
This does backfire on her, though, as Alex does get, you know, a little fed up with all these other people poking and prodding and belitting and using her. So she orchestrated her escape, and gtfo after a mission finally provided an opening. She missed Handler and felt bad for abandoning her, they were family. But she was doing being walked all over and used for other people's gain, so she left.
Alex came much more into herself as Alejandra, it was a good start! And between Julia and Anathema, she was beginning to consider that maybe just maybe, her view of things wasn't all there was. Real shame Julia went and abandoned her at the Farm, huh? Really stomped those pathetic feelings down quick.
Second Farm stay, she had a different Handler because, you know, escaped. I don't know much about this one besides that Alex was handled much rougher this time around, even outside the experiments. Alex 500 layer repression makes shit hard for me. This also, unfortunately, did further drive the "nobody cares" nail further into that coffin. She was just tossed around and beaten up and down in any way possible, but she built up walls to deal with that.
Alex's original handler is a big reason why she's so susceptible to Olivia (Hollow Ground). A lot of similarities to her og handler with the family vibe situation, so even though she's going into this planning to simply take advantage and cut and run, it's going to spiral fast. Olivia unknowingly has the hold of a century on her with her controlling older sister ways. Alex, you aren't playing a part you're complying fully and completely. You're letting her change you forcefully into a person you are not (dead baby sister).
Valya time. I most likely won't go into detail but mentions of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse and assault and grooming. Dysphoria and Valya gender trauma, homophobia
Valya's original handler doesn't have a name. In the grand scheme of things, he's a little inconsequential. Young, too green to have a telepathic Regene, too curious. It wasn't horribly long after they decanted that they killed him. Hard to say if it was an accident or not. He wasn't taking numbers as much as he should. He wanted them to feel more comfortable around him because maybe then they'd relax, and medical testing would be easier. Baby telepath, who is hurt and scared, goes around metaphorically pulling wires until something sticks. It wasn't the messing around in his brain that killed him, that was them with the scalpel and some major arteries, but the result was the same. They were 11 in human terms at the time.
Not handlers, but they did that same thing again (though no scalpel and all brain fuckery) on a mission with some lady who wouldn't leave them alone. Valya's first two deaths were fully accidental, overstimuation and mistreatment, and telepathy, very potent mix at times.
They didn't get wiped after that. It was decided best to try and correct their behaviour because obviously they were strong and with the right training that could be redirected and useful. So they brought in a new handler, guy named Caleb, who had excellent results with the previous Regenes he'd worked with.
Caleb, who only has this job because he has family in high places, is what one might refer to as a high school bully but not in school and an adult with a job. Making people feel small makes him feel good. The man probably likes those misogynistic guy podcasts. Needless to say, matching him up with regenes with the intent of dehumanization and obedience was a no-brainer.
And because he was so good at this, he was respected and listened to and really got to have things his way.
Valya was isolated with him. If they weren't alone in their cell, they were with him, exceptions being for tests, training, and medicals where the appropriate Farm staff were present. But he was the only one who worked with them. Their entire world became Caleb because that's all there was. It did not take him long to break them into behavioural success, pain has a funny way of getting fast results.
In reality, obviously, they were terrified of him. But that didn't matter because they did what they were supposed to. A shining example of a regene.
He was the only one to do mission with them, always the same script. Valya was his girlfriend, very soft-spoken and polite, what nepo baby rich fuck wouldn't dream of, right? They were dressed up in fancy dresses, makeup, and wigs and paraded around until they got whatever intell they needed. He kissed them a lot, and they remember not liking that for a variety of reasons.
Valya does have the horrible tag, Caleb is the sole source of that. Nobody else could touch them (the hellish opposite to Alex's handler, making sure Nobody touched her, herself included), they were his. He didn't actually believe they were his girlfriend, but they were his tool to do what he pleased with. And that he did quite often.
The first escape was an accident. Caught in the moment situation. On the way back from a mission, the car they were in was in an accident due to a drunk driver, and Valya got tossed around pretty good. Everyone was yelling, they were bleeding, they just ran.
As their first escape was accidental, he was reassigned to them post HB. And very intent to make them aware that their little stunt previously was unacceptable.
And then they realized what they did and ran more because going back was a) impossible as they were lost and b) certain to have horrible and painful repercussions. So they landed themselves in LD.
(And while we're here, their 3rd and first fully intentional non-farm organized kill was during this time. Saw news of a serial rapist on the news and this was the first time they became aware that their life before and what happened to them was not normal nor okay. They stalked this man for a week and a half before mentally playing with him and killing him. Only Anathema knows this.)
All in the name of science. The experiments were half unnecessary and mostly cruel. But it did further telepathc research, and they made an excellent practice dummy for new regenes figuring out their boosts. Part useful, part torture for the sake of torture.
Doubling down on horrible tag, Valya was his girl, a possession but still, and with the longer hours now, what else is a guy to do? He stopped calling them a thing and exclusively switched to feminine typical pronouns after learning some of their little outside excursion.
Sometimes, they got out of the farm regene overalls for a dress because it was uncomfortable, and they should learn their place. Same different with their post T beard, it was noticeable quick that having that made them uncomfortable, so it got to grow a lot as a punishment and a "look at what you did to yourself" thing. Anything to make them small and hurt, and keep them that was and on their best behaviour. The second Farm stay was leaps and bounds worst then the first in every way possible.
Caleb is still well and alive, and in the event Valya sees him again, well they'd like to say they'd kill him, but in full truth, they'd immediately fall back into line. The effect he has on them in so ingrained into them they wouldn't even question it, just put their head down and do as they're told.
I'm personally manifesting 3rd Farm time for Valya because I like torturing them or whatever. I have it in my head he gets them to the point of beaten within and inch of their life (his has been going bad! 2 escapes? Inexcusable.) and excessively terrified of Julia. Whom I hope can kill him dead for them. (They'll recover, hey, I like hurt/comfot alright?)
If you’re feeling up to it: 3 for Jackal and 17 for Alex for the spicy asks?
Thank you!! 🧡 i already did 3 but I'll put it here too <3 and throw in a bonus so theres something new lol
Spicy Asks
Do they have any area of their body that is particularly sensitive? If so then do they particularly like attention being paid to this area? Or does it rapidly become overstimulating?
While it can be a little hit and miss due to the scar tissue, the area around her left thigh where her augment is can get very sensitive. That whole area/circumference where the port in her leg is connected, where flesh melds into metal, is very sensitive to temperatures and touch. Jackal doesn't mind a partner paying a bit of attention to her leg, her augment isn't the newest model but she can still feel things with how its wired into her nerves, just a bit muted.
She has very sensitive nipples too. Loves attention on them, especially a partners mouth. It does get incredibly overstimulating, especially if shes being kissed or touched elsewhere in tandem but shes into that shit so overstimulate away~
What is your OC’s usual choice of underwear? Would they opt for something racier if they were expecting to be undressing in front of a lover or a romantic conquest?
Jackal rocks a thong most of the time, just her personal preference. Likes the look, likes the feel, likes knowing its there even if her pant situation is fully clothed and baggy instead of cut up booty shorts and fishnets. Commando is also incredibly common. Very laid back chill days with Royal or bad pain days she usually swings for an old pair of cotton breifs.
If she expects to be undressing she will absolutely try to pick out something sexy to wear or again, just wear nothing and let that surprise speak for itself.
Does your OC find certain smells enticing or seductive – perhaps a particular perfume or cologne; or possibly something less obvious such as engine grease or fuel – or even something more…raw, like fresh sweat?
Alex isn't particularly scent driven. A strong smell is more likely to drive her off then pull her in quite honestly. A mild cologne or perfume is fine, she's slept with a lot of girls who wore strong scents and it didn't stop her but she'd be perfectly comtent if the smell of those just wasnt there.
Vice on partners is close as it gets, Carmen smelling like weed or alcohol on her breath thats pretty fucking hot to her
I’m very curious about 14 wasted on nukashine if you feel up to sharing!
YES YES YES 🧡 Babygirl time
Wip Asks
This is chapter 14 of Orion's Journal (and we're gonna ignore the over a year since last updated. Shhhh don't talk about that). It's the first fic I ever posted (and if we don't count original works, first fanfic I ever wrote as well) and it's also my little "write badly" playground! Becuase it is. Written badly. And that's not seld deprivation either, it's fully intentional. Orion's Journal is the first person pov hand written diary of my fallout 76 MC, Orion Carter, so it's written how she would do it to the best I can. Which is to say, grammatically poorly lol
Chapter 14 is the beginning of the Wasted on Nukashine side questline, it's the immediate aftermath of waking up post trip and Orion is going though it no less then she was before getting extreme shitfaced.
Everything up to and including this point can be summed up with this from her Pintrest board. That's it. That's the plot.
The PB has my heartrate clocked at a consistant 185-208 bpm and my bac at .69 across the entire past week up until 3 days ago when things started to level and I woke up. I have honestly no idea how I'm alive still. By all counts I really should be dead. Not to mention how I got myself wherever I am without falling off a cliff or into a hole or getting attacked or accidentally shooting myself while trying to not get attacked. This HAS to be a sign, I'm meant to be out here and away from them. My life is worth living and figuring out and doesn't have to be the one perfectly planned out for me. It's gotta be a wakeup call for me to forget about them and stop second guessing myself.
The bed is in a trailer that is just as grunjy looking and it's in a location that looks just as awful out the busted windows. Dirt and dead.
By some small miricle I still have my bags and what looks like all my stuff. And another great sign is severel tins of high hold pomade. I must've found those at the pie house or wherever we were. I don't remember anything after walking up the stairs to that last house of fraternity row, the one we started with because we figured we'd work our way back into the city to our hotel rooms. There's just a big blank spot where an entire week of life was supposed to be. I don't like that.
The guy is gone. I've been semi awake for 4 days now and I haven't seen or heard him. I don't know if he left me or if something happened to him. As hurtful as it is I hope it's the first one.
