austajunk · 1 year ago
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Maybe 20 & 27 with Makoto/Martina?
(Yes its a ship) :D
Omg, anon. I never consider Makoto and Martina, but now that I am, I LOVE THEM AS A SHIP. I need to draw something for them sometime but please take my fic offerings.
Triggers: Past abusive memories, dirty talk, slight objectification, blowjob, takes place after all the events in the game!!! So spoilers!
“You look very nice tonight, Miss Electro,” said Makoto, pouring a glass of white wine for the woman across from him.
And she did. Martina Electro had abandoned her former Amaterasu uniform for a simple blouse and a thin, pencil skirt that traced the curves of her body. A normal outfit that she would typically wear whenever she was not involved in clean-ups or renovation projects around Kanai Ward. Even more admirable than her elegance and her beauty was how much she had changed when she had stepped out of Yomi Hellsmile’s shadow. It had not been easy for her and Makoto Kagutsuchi couldn’t help but to want to check in on her every other week to make sure she was still moving forward.
This was one of those days. Martina took the glass of wine and stared at it absentmindedly between her fingers. A soft smile appeared on her lips and she nodded. “That’s very kind of you to say, sir. Thank you,” she said, taking a brief sip. “I actually cannot stay long. There’s still more work to oversee in the Marunoman District.”
Makoto leaned against his arm on the bar, tucking his legs behind his stool. “Yes, that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. You shouldn’t be overworking yourself as you have. I’ve noticed that you’ve been taking on double the projects around Kanai Ward lately.” He shook his head and frowned behind his mask. “It’s admirable, but doing so much can lead to fatigue and then even mistakes or accidents. I would rather you not put yourself in that kind of situation.”
“Oh?”
Pausing briefly to savor her wine, Martina let out a simple chuckle that Makoto found somewhat judgmental.
“Did I say something wrong?” He pressed.
“Hm…it’s only that you work twice as hard as I do, sir,” Martina said thoughtfully. She gazed towards the large window of his penthouse, watching the rain beat down against the pane. “I find it rather amusing to see you advocate for me to slow down.”
“Ah.” What could Makoto say to that? When she was right, she was right. “But that’s different. I’m the CEO of Amaterasu Corporation and the protector of Kanai Ward. It is my privilege to serve and protect everyone in this city.”
Martina merely nodded to him, but kept her quiet smile. That was just a bit irksome to Makoto, but he knew what she meant. She had a point. If he worked himself until he wanted to pass out, he would have no room to talk about how hard she pushed herself. Well… perhaps he could bypass that thinking a little.
“Regardless, I’d like you to take the rest of the week off and get some well-deserved rest.” He gave a sincere look behind his mask, wondering as often as he did if translated through his voice. “In fact, take my penthouse. There’s plenty here for you to enjoy and relax with.” At least, if she was using his penthouse, he could make sure she was actually getting some rest.
An awkward frown replaced Martina’s smile and she shifted uncomfortably on her stool. Crossing her legs, she shook her head. “Sir…I…it would make me happier to continue my work.”
Makoto cut her off before she could continue her protests. Was there something she wasn’t telling him?
“Is there something worrying you, Miss Electro? If there’s anything I can do to put you at ease, I will do it.” He said with certainty.
He knew how much Martina was striving to make amends to Kanai Ward, but there was no need to push herself so much. As far as he saw (at least for her and not him!), the work would always be there for her to complete another day. Martina was one of his precious allies in the efforts to rebuild and protect this corner of the world he had carved out for himself and the rest of the people he loved, so he wished he could only express that he needed her to be at her best.
“It’s…ex-Director Yomi,” said Martina after a moment of silence. She placed her hands together and Makoto noticed a slight tremble run through her body. “When I’m alone… when I’m not working on something, I find my mind drifts back to him so much. I can’t forget his voice…or his touch…”
Makoto let another brief silence hang between them. If anything, Martina deserved that. She deserved respect and peace. It was no one’s fault that someone like Martina fell into Yomi’s path of influence and abuse, but Makoto felt the sting of guilt and rage anyways. It bubbled beneath the surface of his calm demeanor and he was grateful for the mask that hid the more unpleasant sides of him that his anger brought out.
But his feelings about how Yomi Hellsmile hurt and scarred his beloved Kanai Ward didn’t matter at the moment. Martina did.
How could he bring her respite?
“Sir, this isn’t right for me to ask or request…” Martina began, shaking Makoto from his thoughts. “You’ve given me everything, including my life back. I am so grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I could never do enough to measure up to your forgiveness…”
“That’s not right at all,” Makoto pushed earnestly. When pushed towards the proper path, he knew Martina was capable of beautiful and wonderful things. All the people in Kanai Ward were. It almost hurt to see her be so modest, but he wasn’t sure why she inspired that feeling in him. “But still, what can I do for you, Martina?”
He was almost surprised how well her name rolled off his tongue. Makoto wondered if she would ever call him by his name and not “sir” or “CEO”. What would it be like?
“Can you…touch me?” Martina bit her bottom lip to stop the words that already left her mouth. And yet, she had already said them. “And can you talk to me like he would?”
Makoto blinked behind his mask. “Martina…” It was such a painfully honest request. He could see the muscles in her face tense as she let it out. She even averted his gaze and tilted her head down to stare at her lap.
“I just want to forget him. I don’t want to think about him anymore. The work helps. I can busy myself with the task ahead and move forward, but whenever I slow down…I hear him. I hear the insults. I feel his hands on my hair, pulling me closer to him. I remember his body heat and his scent all over me.”
“I see.”
Makoto stood up. This was hard to swallow. Was there a way to be cruel to Martina like Yomi was in order to help her forget him? It didn’t feel right. But this wasn’t about his feelings, he decided.
He would have Martina stay in the penthouse and get some well-deserved rest at any cost.
“Your lips really do wrap so prettily around my cock,” said Makoto, stifling a moan in his throat.
Goodness, Martina was trained quite well. Beside the bar in his penthouse, the curvaceous former Peacekeeper was on her knees servicing his cock with those beautiful, soft lips. Her eyes were closed and Makoto wondered, even as he groaned from her tongue working along his length, what she was thinking of. Was she in the moment here with him? Did she enjoy being with him or was she losing herself to the memories of Yomi using her? The latter needed to be obliterated, but Makoto would take small steps to achieve that goal.
His hand cupped her cheek as she mouthed down his shaft, taking in his bittersweet taste between her lips. Not a single strand of hair was out of place no matter where he pet or grabbed her. Martina Electro was simply immaculate.
“I’ll never get over this side of you, Martina,” Makoto whispered to her, his breath progressively getting more labored. He rolled his hips and savored her warm tongue. His hands grasped her head and held her there to take him completely down the back of her throat.
“Do you like when I use you? Is it better than him?”
Makoto sighed. That tongue was working the vein underneath his shaft and he couldn’t help but to pump her throat like a common sex toy. He took her all in. Every tremble. Every swallow and sputter. She was so beautiful, especially as the exasperation and work brought color to her pale cheeks.
Makoto hissed in pleasure and tightened his grip. “There’s s-something about you…I just want to see you dirtier—!” He panted, pulling his cock back. The saliva and precum drooled freely from his open slit, leaving a smear across Martina’s cheek.
“S-Sir…” Martina gasped.
She opened her eyes to watch him. It was unfair that she couldn’t see how badly he wanted to fuck her and use her. To forget his kindness and morals and simply go to bed with her forever. It kept her on edge. That was how Makoto preferred it. By the end of the night, she would absolutely be coated and shaking in his love and appreciation for her. He would see to it.
For now, that smear of precum on her cheek made him grit his teeth. What about Martina brought out this vicious need in him?
“I need to see you…utterly stained…is that alright?” He told her. Gripping her hair, he tugged her back to his cock and planted it upon her lips to worship. “Touch yourself for me, Martina. I need to see how much you want it…”
Those piercing, beautiful eyes adored him in attention, captivated as she lowered her hands beneath her thin skirt. It traveled up her round hips and she sank her fingers beneath her pair of black panties. He watched her breathlessly rub her pussy folds, then insert a finger inside of herself. As she did so, he mercilessly tugged her back upon his cock.
Her lipstick was smeared and her eyeliner smudged. He had to ruin this beauty, this temptation that Yomi Hellsmile had built her up to be. Makoto would tear it down entirely. She was a human being with so many needs and he would make her see it.
“You want this so bad, Martina… it’s what you were meant for.” The words were quiet and commanding. He enjoyed those twitches whenever he got more forceful with her. He could watch her pleasure herself in front of him forever, but a warm shudder ran up his spine as his cock pulsed between her lips.
“Damn…ngh…”
Those beautiful features were painted in a translucent white coat of his seed. He pumped his load over her cheeks, her lips, and the bridge of her nose. Anything to ruin that beautiful face and remind her of what she truly meant to him.
Makoto found he adored her. And she was already wet for him.
“S-Sir… ah…” Martina licked her lips, glancing up to him.
Makoto took both of her hands in his. He was still half-hard and he led her to the bed in the other room. “I want to fuck you until you’re absolutely sure you can’t leave this penthouse for a week, Martina.” He said brightly. Sitting down on the bed, he pulled her closed until she rested against his lap. His cock prodded her slick folds and he groaned. His hands rested on her waist.
“Thank you, s-“
“Makoto,” Makoto told her quietly. His hand slid back into the silky locks of her hair, petting the strands back again. “You’re not allowed to call me anything else.”
Martina blinked. Then, that smile appeared. She brushed her hips against his erection and felt push inside of her, a low gasp leaving her.
“M-Makoto—!”
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checosims · 7 months ago
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babblingstacey · 3 years ago
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RIP Amrin Ishii, Gen 6. Preeminent Partner/Bestselling Writer/Friend of the World/Single Mother.
Honestly, a difficult gen for me. I think Amrin is quite possibly the prettiest of all of my gens - she's so beautiful - and parts were fun and different than my usual gamestyle. I also enjoy college gameplay and living in the city. But game challenge of having a Good Sim with a Friend of the World trait and then having to drift apart from her marriage partner AND have low relationship with her child (while adopting a toddler) - it was impossible. Relationships do not decay with that trait and since she was good, she wasn't going to be mean to anyone. Since I got tired of cheating things, it's what made me decide to forge my own challenge with divorce (which is why Hazel's father Markoto is not sharing a grave with Amrin) and adding other tasks. Also the perfectionist trait? REALLY annoying when writing books. But i do like the story of a single mom who wants to be friends with everyone in the world but can't talk to her daughter. The festering grudge from Hazel as a toddler really helped.
So not my favorite Gen, but it inspired me to create the stories I want to tell. Plus she was a perfect Sim for both of the new SIms 4 CAS kits - I wasn't that interested in them but I got them anyway and they were perfect.
RIP Amrin.
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filisariyosevani · 4 years ago
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Ceritanya nih, pulang beli jajan sidoi melenggang kangkung dikaki kita. Doi tau ada yang enak nih di plastik bening.
Baru diletak ke meja, doi makin kepo isinya apa aja, sambil ngerayu kita katanya "mak.. mamak cantik, enak nih, buruan dibuka dong". Alih alih ngikutin kemauan doi, kita sih mau ngasi cuma ada syaratnya. Sidoi wajib duduk mania lalu tos markotos sama mamaknya baru dikasi deh mamam nyamnyam. Eh rupanya saking ga sabaran sidoi malah fokus ke bungkusan jajan ga ke omongan mamaknya.
Yah, kita kecewa dong sidoi ga mau nurut.
Simamak ga habis akal.
Sidoi kita suruh milih jajan apa maunya. Waa, doi mau roti ternyata. Kita ingatin lagi dong aturannya harus apa.
Sidoi sebel ngambek, duduknya ngadep ke arah lain biar dikira ga butuh.
Lucunya, sidoi gengsi dong minta lagi..
Terus pura pura menjauh sidoi sambil ngintip ngintip berharap dikasi.
Hahaha adaadaaja yaa, gomush 🤗 aw 😘
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ambermarkoto · 4 years ago
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Check out my new design or Hill Cow will smite you with sour milk products.
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pinkprogram · 5 years ago
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Princess Markoto Tokinico by Solomen
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merisaseana-blog · 7 years ago
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Merisa Seana Daerah Ini Dapat Penghargaan dari Kemenag karena Kerukunan Umat Beragamanya Top Markotop Artikel Baru Nih Artikel Tentang Daerah Ini Dapat Penghargaan dari Kemenag karena Kerukunan Umat Beragamanya Top Markotop Pencarian Artikel Tentang Berita Daerah Ini Dapat Penghargaan dari Kemenag karena Kerukunan Umat Beragamanya Top Markotop Silahkan Cari Dalam Database Kami, Pada Kolom Pencarian Tersedia. Jika Tidak Menemukan Apa Yang Anda Cari, Kemungkinan Artikel Sudah Tidak Dalam Database Kami. Judul Informasi Artikel : Daerah Ini Dapat Penghargaan dari Kemenag karena Kerukunan Umat Beragamanya Top Markotop Kota Tomohon dapat hadiah dari Kementerian Agama RI usai memperoleh penghargaan Harmony Award. http://www.unikbaca.com
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ridhoramdhani-blog · 7 years ago
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Lagi viral nich hanna anissa.... cantik,sexy... goyangan nya top markoto...
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babblingstacey · 3 years ago
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After witnessing the death of her mother, Amrin was still feeling down. A spur of the moment invite to the romance festival from a man she was dating seemed like a good way to cheer her up.
After a few too many drinks, she found herself agreeing to marrying him on the spur of the moment.
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It wasn't the best decision but Markoto was handsome and she felt very alone.
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After the night together, she took a pregnancy test in the morning because she felt off. And it was positive. She was concerned it was all too rushed - she hadn't yet graduated from college - but maybe this would be something that would be good for her, after losing both of her parents so recently.
However, when they went out so she could tell him, he almost immediately started flirting with someone else - right in front her her!
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That was the last straw. She shouted forbidden words at him and divorced him on the spot.
But what would she do now, with a child she didn't plan for and didn't really want, right as she was starting her career.
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ambermarkoto · 4 years ago
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