#i should just stick to playing on console

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I love having to open *counts* FIVE programs on my PC just to play mass effect the way i want too

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𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 | dbf!Joel Miller x reader

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summary | you're stranded, you need help—of course, Joel Miller is your savior.

content warning | listen. i wrote this in 3 hours, idk what to say. i had a thot and it went from there. its completely p w/o p, dbf!joel, age gap, moodboard is for aesthetic and reader is mostly not described aside from hair long enough to be put up, unhinged popsicle eating, eye-fucking, public-ish unprotected p in v car sex. listen i'm on my period rn don't look at me and thank you for my love, my twin, @chaotic-mystery for constantly supporting my gremlin behavior

word count — 3.2k

Out of all the people you had the chance of running into—of course it was Joel.

The chances were slim, but not impossible. You knew his work schedule well enough, similar to that of your fathers. He worked early mornings into the late evening, taking his commute home just as the sun was starting to set.

You gripped the gas can in one hand as you made your way down the side road, the other hand placed over your eyes like a visor to block the sun away. You didn’t even have a cell signal out here, so the walk seemed fruitless.

But, you had to find a gas station. 

You thought you could make it home, which was clearly poor judgment, and the hair falling from the haphazardly tied knot on top of your head was sticking to your neck, eyes squinting as the truck pulled up next to you.

“Now, darlin’—the hell are you doin’ out here in the middle of nowhere?” Joel asks, the blast of AC hitting you in the face as he rolls down the window, arm leaned over the console as he looked you over. 

It was clear you’ve been out here longer than you should and Joel doesn’t even take a second to hesitate before he’s popping the handle on the passenger door and inviting you inside the cooler cabin of his truck.

“Where are you comin’ from?” He asks, shifting the truck into drive before he rests his palm over the gear shift.

“A friend, I thought I had enough gas to make it home but,” You shrug, waving vaguely at your car parked on the side of the road as he drives by.

What took a fifteen minute walk to where Joel had picked you up was only a minute or so drive back. Joel looks at you wearily and turns up the AC, blasting the stray hairs away from your face but the immediate burst of cold feels like absolute heaven.

“Grab a water out of my cooler, sweetheart,” He gestures with a thumb over his shoulder and you scramble, leaning over the center console with your ass popped up in the air.

Joel assumed it had to have been a pool party, the skirt covering your bottom half doing nothing to hide the thin, strappy bikini bottoms you wore underneath. 

Joel doesn’t mean to stare, but he’s worried that you might hurt yourself, his hand reaching out to wrap around your calf in an effort to keep you steady.

A subtle smirk plays at the corner of your mouth as you reach for the water inside the cooler and pop your head back up, your ass grazing his hand on the way down as you twist back into your seat.

Little touches were never a big thing with you two, normal and constant and nothing unusual.

A hand on your shoulder at family cookouts, his hands engulfing yours as he popped open the cap on your beer, a squeeze of his hand at the back of your neck when he hugged you after a month or two of not seeing you around your father’s house due to college or work, whatever was keeping you so busy. He didn’t try to pry, but you’ve been around less and less with each passing summer—so this unsuspecting time with you, he didn’t mind. It was nice.

Really nice.

You twist at the cap and take a drink of the water, so thirsty that it starts to drip out of your mouth, a small droplet down your chin, reaching your chest and down the center of your breasts.

“It ain’t goin’ nowhere,” Joel jokes, squinting his eyes as he hides the growing grin on his face with his usual frown.

“Sorry, being out in that heat like that…” You take a breath, recalling the bottle and putting it in the drink holder, “I just feel so stupid for thinking I could make it.“

When the street lights come into view, you know you're closer to actual civilization. And, just as Joel takes a right on the next intersection you stop at, there it was.

“It happens,” Joel comforts, “but you were lucky I was drivin’ home—can’t even think about what could have happened if I didn’t pass by.”

Joel pulls into the gas station and turns off the ignition.

“Well,” You flash a bright smile, squeezing at his shoulder—he’s got on a dark shirt plastered with the logo of the construction company he worked for, faded and slightly damp from his own sweat, “you did and I’m thankful for it, Joel.”

“Hand it over,” Joel motions toward the gas can, “I’ll fill ‘er up for you.”

“Joel, you don’t have to—“

Joel tilts his head toward the gas can at your feet, eyebrows raised and hand held out expectantly.

“Just hand it over.”

You sigh softly and relent, reaching between your legs to grab the plastic jug, knowing of the eyes that drag down your spine from the open back of your top, tied just as your neck and the side of your breasts spilling out of your swim top.

Joel knows a snag, just a simple hook of his fingers would send them spilling out into the cool air, nipples perked up under the mesh fabric of your top and—

“Joel.”

Joel’s eyes pull up suddenly, his face flushed but he’s lucked out by the redness of hot, summer heat on his face.. He clears his throat and grabs the gas can.

“Be right back,” He tells you, “stay put, alright?”

“And where would I go?” You retort playful, “I’m sure you’d find me again anyways.”

Joel chuckles to himself with a shake of his head as he departs into the store, handing a ten to the clerk before he takes a quick glance back at you, fanning yourself with your hand and chugging down another swig of water.

“Actually,” Joel pauses for a moment, holding a finger up as he lingers down the aisle toward the freezer and grabs out two popsicles, hoping that would quell some of the heat, even if for a moment—plus, he knew you had quite the sweet tooth, “there, just put whatever’s left on the pump and I’ll use that to fill it up.”

The clerk nods and scans the items, handing Joel off the receipt and he’s half jogging back toward his truck—quick to toss you the keys and the two popsicle’s he’d bought.

“What is this?” You ask cheerfully, eyes lighting up as they plopped into your lap.

Joel kept the driver's side open as he filled up the gas can, watching as you peeled eagerly at the popsicle, the red dye immediately dripping down your fingers as you pulled away the plastic.

“Just throw it on the floorboard—I’ll clean it up later,” Joel notes as you look around, placing the lid back on the gas can before climbing back into the truck, “you mind openin’ mine?”

You place the cherry flavored popsicle between your lips with an eagerness that forces Joel to look away, the sound of you peeling away plastic in his ear as he pulls out of the gas station and makes his way back toward your car.

“Thank you, baby,” He says casually—not all that odd either, he’s got a million nicknames for you, some trickier to let slip around others but there was an unspoken agreement. You never minded, never cared.

He was only ever Joel to you and he didn’t mind that either. 

“Of course,” You smile, before dragging your tongue along the bottom of the popsicle and back up, sinking it back between your lips.

Joel just bites at it, not one to savor things very often.

You giggle and roll your eyes, the popsicle tip just as the edge of your lips before Joel is looking over at you curiously, ignoring the red stain of popsicle on your tongue as it peeks out.

“What?”

“Just—you’re not even trying to enjoy it, Joel.”

“It’s meant to be eaten, right?”

“It’s hot—it’s a cold treat, you’re supposed to make it last a little. Come on,” You hold the popsicle out for demonstration before licking up the side, sinking your lips back down in a show that was more for yourself, knowing how he constantly looked at you—if Joel chokes on the bite of flavored ice in his mouth you don’t see it.

It wasn’t a secret, how he looked at you. It’s been a few years since you left for college and teetering that line, nearing your mid-twenties now it seemed like it had only gotten more and more obvious. Joel’s never made his own advances aside from the one time your drunken state made you a little too confident, sliding between his legs at one of your family parties late at night, pressing a kiss right against his lips that ended far too quickly. 

He did kiss you back though, you do remember that.

“Alright, alright,” Joel waves his hand at you nonchalantly, “you can cut that out.”

You raise an eyebrow, feeling the sticky sweet juice slip down your fingers as the popsicle starts to melt, nearly finished as Joel had already downed his own.

“I’m just eating the popsicle,” You brush him off, “that you bought me—“

“You know what I’m talkin’ about, sweetheart.”

You do, but that half second of lingering pause makes Joel worry he has read the situation completely wrong.

“What? Do you not like it?” You tease him, “Doesn’t it turn you on, Joel?”

You finish up the last bit before tucking the stick into the plastic and back on the ground, suddenly realizing the red dye had stained the front of your top, causing a frown to form on your face as you rubbed at the material.

“Shit,” You curse, ignoring the heated look on Joel’s face at your words, practically oblivious with the sudden distraction. You pull at the tie on the back of your top and bunch up the fabric as you stuff it between your lap, meeting Joel’s half-dumbstruck look as he tries to keep his eyes on the road but also can’t draw his eyes away from you, “what—I got it all over my shirt?”

Joel pulls to the side of the road in an instant, forcing the truck into park, “What are you playin’ at?”

You look at him with confusion, narrowing your eyes.

“What? Why did you pull over?”

“What are the chances of me findin’ you out here? On this road?” He raises his eyebrows expectantly, “Hm?”

You feign innocence for a few seconds before you cave, smiling with a devilish glint, resting your chin in your hand as you lean against the center console, your bikini top doing nothing to cover the plump of your breasts as the press against the fabric.

“Well, I mean—I figured they were pretty likely but—“

“Is your car even out of gas?”

You chew at your bottom lip thoughtfully, eyes tilting upwards in thought—truth…lie. 

Joel seemed set on getting the truth. So, you give it to him.

“No, but I had you going, didn’t I?”

Joel is silent for too long and you raise your eyebrows in question before Joel reaches forward, tugging at the lever under his seat to send him scooting back.

“Come here,” It’s simple. An instruction. 

But the look on his face—the intimidation shakes you to your core.

“Now, don’t back off,” Joel challenges, “it’s what you wanted, right?”

“As if you don’t want it either,” You counter, “you’ve been eye-fucking me since I got in your truck.”

Joel doesn’t even deny it, only waits. A simple nod of his head in a gesture for you to climb over and into his lap.

So, you do.

His hands immediately find your thighs and push up the denim skirt, your own hands resting at your sides as you scoot until your cunt is pressed up against the hard line of his zipper, the denim of his jeans so sensitive against your bare skin, feeling like all your senses were dialed up.

“We do this,” Joel starts, “there’s no going back. So, I need you to think if you really want this or—“

You surge forward, forcing the back of his head into the headrest as you swallow his words in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, tongues clashing with the taste of sugary sweetness.

“Gotta be quick,” Joel tells you, his words lost on deaf ears as your hands drag down his front, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne, the ironic freshness despite having worked in the heat all day, “can I fuck you, baby? S’that too much to ask?”

You shake your head, peppering soft kisses against his lips, along his jaw, feeling his fingers reach for each tie at your hips and pull, his hand immediately sliding over your cunt, cupping you with the warmth of his palm.

“Get it out, baby—got my hands a little busy right now.”

The heat in his words makes your pussy clench, but your hands move even faster, dragging over the front of his jeans and pulling at the zipper swiftly and Joel lifts his hips enough to get them down his thighs but that was it, hissing at the instant your hand closes around his cock.

“You got a problem with me fuckin’ you like this?” Joel asks, a true gentleman, but you roll your eyes. “Don’t even know why I asked—you’ve been beggin’ for it.”

You tilt your head, smiling at him playfully before you lick at your fingers and taste the remaining sticky sugar before pressing them along the center of your cunt, mixed with the already growing slick—Joel nudges at your entrance as you watch, the tip of his cock notched against your hole and your pussy quivers with the anticipation as he drags his cock up, down, up, before sliding in all at once.

It’s slow, but intense. Your eyes close, brow drawing together as he pulls you further and further down his cock.

“Open,” He breathes out, “open your eyes and look at how you’re takin’ me, baby.”

You blink quickly, grabbing onto his bicep for purchase as you look down, his hands squeezing at the tops of your thighs as he admired, watching the way his cock has you on the edge of near tears—a mix of overwhelming emotion and intense sensation.

Joel pulls at your top gently and it falls without much struggle, he bunches the material up and tosses it aside with your bottoms, massaging the swell of your tits under his palms as you rock your hips slowly, hearing the soft grunt behind his closed lips as you lean into his touch.

Flicking his thumb over your nipples, he admires the way the nubs hardered, like he’d imagine earlier—he tries not to dwell on how you both got here, like it wasn’t years of built up tension finally crumbling underneath you both.

“Don’t be shy,” He tells you, “take whatever you need, baby.”

As does he, leaning forward to press his lips against your breast, tongue lapping over the pert nipple before he sucks it into his mouth, drawing a soft sigh out of you.

You lift your hips, in time with the hand of his own that drops to your side to quicken your pace, “Wanna take my time with you but we can’t,” Joel admits, “gotta get home.”

You nod, knowing he had his own responsibilities as a father—you don’t argue, placing your hands against the headrest and raising your hips nearly off of his cock before sinking back down quickly, keeping that pace for as long as your body will allow, shared breaths into each others mouth as he hands travel from your tits to your face, the largeness of his palms engulfing your face as he brings his lips to your mouth again, again, soft whispers of words you know he doesn’t mean. Promises you know are fleeting and easy to break. 

You couldn’t be with him, but you would take whatever this is.

“Just like that, baby,” He murmurs, grunting harshly into your ear as you tuck your head into his neck, his hand buried into the hair at the back of your head as you sink down onto his cock desperately, crying out into the side of his throat as he snaps his hips roughly, hitting so deep inside of you it makes you clench, biting down gently on his skin, “I feel it, I felt it.”

You snake your hand between your legs, finding your clit quickly and rubbing over the swollen nub, and Joel can tell by the neediness in your tone, moans broken into his skin as he fucks into you, haphazardly scanning the road for any passing cars—but he knew this place was always deserted, a shitty road that no one ever took.

Not even you, but today—it wasn’t a coincidence. 

“That’s right, baby,” Joel sighs, head thrown back as he groaned out, “gon’ let me use this pussy, yeah?”

You nod instinctively, willing to agree with whatever Joel asked.

“Wanna fill her up,” Joel admits, forcing you to lift your head and look at him, head tilted down slightly to meet your eyes, “that alright, darlin’?”

You nod again, but coherent this time. 

He loosens the reins completely by then, practically hauling you over his shoulder as he pounds into you, encourage the hand on your clit as he squeezes a handful of your ass under his palm, marking the skin with a few firm slaps that has you moaning out loudly into the sacred space of the truck.

“Joel, please—“ You gasp, “I’m gonna—right there,”

“I know, baby. I know.” He says softly, but the strain in his voice is obvious, groaning through clenched teeth as your orgasm crests, warmth spreading as you gush over his cock, the momentary bliss of sensation making your forget where you were, suddenly wishing that this had been a little less impulsive, wondering how Joel would treat you within the walls of his bedroom, buried in the sheets of his bed.

When Joel comes, it’s intense. His hands squeezing at your waist hard, his hips jerking out of rhythm as he stills you, coming inside of you with a deep groan, pulling you in for a frenzied kiss, laughing at how your faces uncoordinatedly press together, your nose smushed against his own and he kisses at the tip of your own as you pull away, his hair messier than when you started from your insistent grabbing and pulling during the heat of your orgasm.

He looked a complete mess, actually.

“You okay?” He asks after a long pause, his hand rubbing at your back, cock still buried inside you on the side of an empty road. 

“Mhm,” You nod drearily.

“Baby, you gotta drive home now.” He tells you and you know—it doesn’t make it any easier, though. “Don’t pull this shit again, alright?”

If he’d see it any other way you would have flinched, but it was soft and comforting—not a warning.

“You need somethin’, you come knockin’ on my door.”

And you know he means it.

“Okay, I will.”

“Swear,” That was an order, “I need to hear it.”

“I swear.” You reply quietly.

Joel doesn’t push you away, though.

If anything, he savors the few moments he has in this dreamy afterglow, a taste of what could be—but you both know never will. 

divider creds: @/cafekitsune

[astrotruther]

Astro Observations

relationships (i)

📍For compatibility, it's important to consider both the synastry and the composite chart. Some couples have synastry that screams sexual tension—Venus-Mars conjunctions, Pluto squares, the whole deal—yet they have all the spark of coworkers splitting a spreadsheet. Why? A bland composite chart. Without fire (passion) or water (emotional depth), even the juiciest synastry can feel oddly platonic. I’ve seen Venus-Mars pairs that should be electric, but they interact like glorified roommates because their composite lacks intensity. Synastry is the spark, composite is the flame. No fuel? It fizzles.

📍Celebrity couples who give off PR-relationship energy? Check their composite. Capricorn stellium (10H) = curated public image. Aquarius stellium (11H) = internet presence, collective approval. The relationship may not be entirely fake, but it definitely thrives under public gaze rather than private intimacy. One person's Venus overlaying the other's 10th house can have a similar effect. Glen Powell and Sydney Sweeney are the perfect example of this. Glen credited Sydney for the Anyone But You promo buzz, saying she “knew how to play the game.”

📍Gemini-Aquarius Venus compatibility is lowkey overhyped. Yes, they’re both into unconventional love and mental stimulation. But the devil is in the details. Gemini Venus, being mutable, craves constant verbal interaction—banter, check-ins, spontaneous conversations. Aquarius Venus, being fixed, needs long stretches of solitude to recalibrate. And when issues come up? Underdeveloped Gemini Venuses have a habit of brushing it off with humor or distraction. They’ll talk for hours about some obscure indie band but shut down the moment emotional transparency is needed.

📍People forget that Venus, when isolated, can be shallow in its expression. It tells us what we like—not always how we handle love. Take Pisces Venus: often romanticized as the dreamy lover, but in real life? They can be emotionally elusive. One minute they're soul-gazing, the next they're flirting with their ex on social media. When called out, they play the victim, and somehow you end up consoling them. They're not necessarily malicious. Neptune's influence brings a bit of delusion so they are being truthful, it's just that their truth is a funhouse mirror.

📍Water Venuses can be serial daters—not necessarily because they’re shallow, but because they’re emotional seekers. Pair that with a Fire or Scorpio Moon and suddenly relationships become a coping mechanism—a way to externalize unprocessed feelings. They chase emotional high after emotional high, mistaking intensity for intimacy. What they really need is solitude. Stillness. Time to reflect and deconstruct past dynamics. Once they learn to self-soothe, their relationship patterns shift dramatically.

📍Mars deserves just as much attention as Venus in love astrology. It tells you how someone acts on desire, not just what they’re drawn to. A Water Venus with an Air Mars might come off emotionally sweet but act detached in love—classic mixed signals. On the flip side, someone with an Aquarius Venus (usually seen as aloof) but a Libra Mars could lean towards deep commitment, craving harmony and stability over flings. The Mars sign often explains the follow-through—what they actually do once they’re interested.

📍When Venus / Mars falls in Cardinal signs (Aries, Cancer, Libra, Capricorn), there’s usually a strong desire for commitment and forward movement. These people tend to initiate and build. Mutable sign placements (Gemini, Virgo, Sagittarius, Pisces), on the other hand, tend to either fear commitment or feel like they need to experience everything before settling. They like options, and they like time. Fixed signs (Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, Aquarius) are all-or-nothing. It’s either eternal devotion or a two-week fling that meant nothing. There’s rarely an in-between. What’s constant is that they stick to their relationship philosophy—stubbornly.

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── .✦ Mama’s boy

Masterlist

Pairing :Dad¡idol! Lee Minho x reader

Word : 733

Genre : fluff

Warning : none

Yn hadn't even had time to put her bag down when a miniature tornado had already pounced on her legs.

- Mummy!" cried the little boy, his arms raised and his cheeks red with happiness.

She laughed softly, crouching down to hug him.

- "Hi sweetheart... I missed you too."

Ever since he could walk, their son had only had one obsession: Yn. She had to carry him, stay by his side, eat with him, sleep next to him - sometimes even accompany him to fetch a toy from across the room.

- He refused to eat until you came," Minho said from the kitchen, arms folded in mock jadedness.

- You could help me, you know. I'm the one he sticks to all day."

Yn raised an eyebrow, amused.

- "You mean you suffer from not having my attention for three hours?"

- "I mean that there are two of you to make me jealous, and I feel like I'm the second choice in this house."

She burst out laughing, straightening up with their son in her arms.

- "You're jealous of your own son?"

Minho came over to her, resting his hands on his hips.

- I loved you before him. I should have priority rights."

The little boy grunted when he saw his father too close to his mother, which didn't help. He reached out and pushed Minho's torso with an authoritative gesture.

- "No! Mum to me."

- "That's what I was saying," Minho growled. "He's stealing my girlfriend."

Yn sighed, shaking his head.

- "You're worse than two brothers fighting over a console."

- "A console? I like you a lot more than a console, babe."

She giggled, as their son hid his face against her neck, as if he wanted to melt his jealous dad even more.

- "You know what?" she said to Minho. "You can have the bath tonight. Maybe it'll make it up to you."

- "I'll try," he replied, falsely solemn. "But if he sulks me again, I'll sleep with you and he'll go to his bed."

- "You say that every night and you always end up cuddling him."

- "Shut up."

And despite the ridiculous rivalry, Minho smiles. Because deep down, he loved it. This noisy, sticky, loving life.

The bath was going to be... eventful.

Minho had prepared the water, chosen his favourite toys - the yellow duck, the blue whale and that damn frog that sang a song as soon as you pressed it. He had armed himself with patience. And towels. Lots and lots of towels.

- "Come on, champ. Here we go."

But the "champion" in question clung to his mother's neck like a little monkey, eyebrows furrowed.

- "No. Mommy too."

- "Mum's staying here. She's going to cook dinner. Dad's giving you a bath today."

The look he gave Minho could have made a kitten cry.

- "Mum too!"

Minho rolled his eyes.

- Are you serious? You're throwing a jealous fit over shampoo?"

Yn, who was watching the scene from the corridor, bit her lip to keep from laughing.

- "Do you want me to come? Just to save you?" she asked in a corner.

- "No. I can handle it. I'm his dad. He's going to figure out eventually that I'm just as cool as you are."

- "You think so?"

- "No."

But he eventually picked up his son anyway, taking him upright, potato sack style.

- "Treason!" the boy shouted, arms outstretched towards his mother.

- "That's it, call social services, go on."

Yn followed them with her eyes to the bathroom, where she soon heard splashes, protests... and laughter.

A few minutes later, Minho came out with their son wrapped in a towel, looking triumphant.

- Mission accomplished. He even said I was 'almost' as funny as Mum."

- "Almost?" repeated Yn.

- "I'll take what I can get."

They set their son down on the living room carpet to play for a while, and Minho took the opportunity to slip an arm around Yn's waist, pulling him against him.

- You're mine now. I've earned the right to five minutes of cuddling."

- "You say that, but in three minutes he's going to call you."

As if he'd heard, their son looked up.

- "Mum?"

Minho hugged Yn tighter.

- Shhh. She's not there. It's a mirage."

Yn stifled a laugh against his chest.

- "You're stupid."

- "But you're mine."

And for a few seconds, just a few, it was true. No screaming, no toys flying, no jealousy fits. Just them. Their little chaos of love.

[elletheactualmenace]

Amazing

Pairing: 10th Doctor x Fem!reader

Summary: Uhh…No plot smut…?

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, light hearted teasing, tit!play, fem!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

a/n: @abbygraceasd Im done!! Thanks for the request! Also first time smut writer so, uh, sorry if it’s horrible😭 Also, also The Doctor might be a little ooc. Anyways enjoy!

“You are amazing,” the Doctor mumbles against your lips. He leans his body closer to yours, stopping you from escaping his touch.

Your body is squished between The Doctor and your bedroom door. But, you aren’t mad at the situation you have found yourself in. In fact you're happy, as the Doctor moves the hand against the door to trail up and down your clothed body. 

You could stay like this forever, you think as your arms wrap around his coat to the back of his neck to grasp at the hairs there. He groans as you tug.

“How was I amazing?” You tease trying to get him riled up more. He leans back slightly smirking at the question.

“You were bold, and brave and you looked so sexy in that outfit you picked out.” He leans in kissing your neck, leaving wet patches on your skin. “And don’t get me started on the touchiness. You knew what you were doing.”

You chuckle out, amused.

“Oh? And what was that?” You ask running your fingers through his brown hair. He hums as he pulls away from a kiss to your shoulder. “You wanted to get me in here.” He pauses, not sure if he should say what he's thinking. 

“In you,” He finally whispers, but the second you smirk at his shyness he regrets his tone of voice.

“You’re not wrong,” You purse your lips waiting for his next move. He looks down at you for a moment, taking in your face and the parts of your body he can see at this angle. Oh, how he wants to see you under him, begging for him to cum inside you, to make a mess of you.

The Doctor can feel his already tight pants tighten. He squeezes his eyes shut as he takes a deep breath trying to calm down and take it slow. Just how he knows you like it.

“Okay, enough talking,” He decides and bends down to pick you up into his arms. You let out a gasp of amusement as he pulls you into a heated kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you over to your shared bed.

“Sometimes I forget that you are strong.” You smile into the kiss. The comment causes him to pull back and give you a very offended look. You quickly apologize with a kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll have you know that I am a lot tougher than any bodybuilder you can find on Earth.” The Doctor sticks his head up high with pride. “And,” He adds, “I don’t want to hear it from you, you didn’t lift a finger when I asked for help fixing the console,” He's not actually annoyed, he's just messing with you. You know because of the way he rolls his eyes with a smirk.

“Please! It was 4 am and we had been up all night because of you,” The Doctor feels his cheeks heat up at the memory. You couldn’t handle another round, but the Doctor still had loads or energy to get out. So he went to fiddle with the console, and you refused to get up from bed. So, It was a fair point on your part.

“Right…” He says with a grumpy pout. You smirk again.

“That’s what I thought-“ He cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours, letting his tongue run along your bottom lip before diving in. His tongue rolls against yours and he can taste the gum you were chewing earlier. He hums, almost moans, into your mouth as he runs his tongue along every inch of your mouth he can reach.

Your legs tighten around him. You tug on his coat attempting to get it off. And then suddenly you’re dropped onto your soft mattress, gasping for air.

Before the Doctor does anything more, he lets his coat fall to the floor. He loosens his tie, and unbuttons and pulls off his suit jacket and shirt, leaving his tie on.

Your eyes trail over his body slowly, making sure he knows you're doing it. You bite back a groan as his hands brush the bare skin on your hips. He pulls down your pants leaving you in your panties, they are tardis blue and the Doctor smirks. You roll your eyes pulling him by his tie against your lips.

This kiss is soft, slow, and you can really feel the tingle of his warm lips. It makes your stomach tighten in excitement. You can feel the build up of wet heat in your blue panties. 

Lord how you want him right here right now.

“Take these off,” you mummer against him, pulling at his trousers. But the Doctor shakes his head pulling away from your reach.

“Oh, no no no,” The Doctor tuts, “I'm in charge here,” his eyes get dark with want and need. The look in his chocolate eyes makes your breath hitch. He leans in again, but this time targeting your thighs.

His mouth meets your soft skin, and he begins sucking gently, looking up at you through his lashes. He runs his hands up and under your shirt, making you squeak at his cold touch. His hands make their way up to your covered breasts. He kneads your chest with his large hands, and you finally throw your head back when you feel his wet tongue press against the fabric of your panties. The only thing separating his needy drooling mouth from your hot wet cunt is a thin piece of fabric.

“Take your top off.” The Doctor demands with a whisper. You comply ripping off your top and throwing it to the floor. The Doctor looks up with lustful eyes.

“Bra too.” You roll your eyes at him as you reach back to unclip it.

“Good.” He smirks.

The Doctor moves to grab hold of the edge of your painties with his teeth. Once he knows his grip is firm he pulls them down. He uses only teeth to pull your underwear all the way down to your feet.

You laugh at his idiotic antics and when he successfully throws your panties to the floor he smiles too.

The Doctor crawls back up your body, and stops when he meets face to face with your bare cunt.

“You look so fucking pretty right now.” You breathlessly whisper as his breath feathers over your slit.

“Mmm” He hums taking in your alluring scent. “But not as pretty as you,” he loops his arm around your thigh giving each a kiss before pulling you flush against his awaiting mouth.

The Doctor moves quickly, spreading your arousal with his tongue. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you feel his lips wrap around your clit, leaving just enough room for his tongue to poke out between his lips and swirl around your clitt.

You fight a groan as his lips suck and his tongue circles. Your body quivers and the Doctor has to use the arms around your thighs to keep you down. 

He moves back down to your opening and sticks his tongue in as far as he can get it to go. A growl bubbles up in his throat at the way you squeeze around him. The slurping noises further fuel The Doctor. He doesn’t know how much longer he can go without being balls deep in your drenched hole.

He laps at your cunt a while longer before he pulls back, licking his lips of your arousal. He uses the back of his hand to wipe the excess mess on his chin. All while keeping eye contact with you. It makes your head spin, and you haven't even cum yet.

“Think you're ready for me?” The Doctor asks as he climbs up your body making sure to eye your perky nipples longer then he should.

You only whine and nod in response. The Doctor smiles leaning in to peck your soft lips.

“Say it,” He insists nipping at your neck. “Out loud,” He sighs as he feels your hands run through his hair, the gesture making him lean into your touch with a soft noise of content.

“Y-yeah ‘m ready,” You whisper just loud enough for him to pick up. He smiles, and then pries your mouth open with his tongue. Once he's in, your tongues glide against each other. Moving as softly and swiftly as silk.

The Doctor groans as he pulls back and says, “Good,” with a smirk. He then dips his long fingers into you, where just a few moments ago his mouth was. He streches your tight cunt, trying to loosen you up before he shoves himself in you.

You can feel his bulge against your leg, and you swear on every dalek you ever have and ever will come across that you can feel it growing. You whimper and reach down to undo his pants, desperate for the agonizingly sweet stretch of his cock in you. 

“Okay darling,” He chuckles out at your eagerness. “Im working on it,” He tugs his pants down and with them his boxer briefs. His cock springs up, hitting his stomach in excitement.

“Come on, come on, come on,” you ramble out quickly in an attempt to get him faster.

“You need to calm down, or I won’t fuck you.” The Doctor threatens. “And I know how much you want me to.” He whispers the last part in your ear making your checks burn in embarrassment. But, you nod stilling your body, and even through your embarrassment you look up at him with desperate eyes. 

The Doctor moves to line up with your entrance and you hold your breath, waiting. As his tip sinks in you. The Doctor lets out a gasp he didn’t know he had in him. And then slowly the rest of his hard cock. 

The stretch stings, but it feels so good at the same time. And it is addicting. It’s like fire, so beautiful and welcoming yet it can be lethal if not used with precaution. But oh, how you wanted to swim in the fire. You both slot together like two pieces of a puzzle. So snug, so warm, and so perfect. You never want to leave, even if you end up burning yourself.

“What did I say? Amazing.” The Doctor moans out shuddering at the tight squeeze. You have limited vocabulary at the moment, but you manage to squeak out, “Another to add to-'' You get caught off guard when he pulls out of you almost fully before slamming right back into you. “T-the list, oh fu-fuck,” You studder out, finishing the thought he cut off.

He pulled out again this time faster, and he didn’t wait for as long before pushing in once again. The squelching sounds leave you a babbling mess. You're at The Doctors will. And he knows it just as much as you.

“Please, faster,” You say and The Doctor doesn’t falter in his response, “Why? Do you want me to fill you nice and full with my babies?” He asks, quickening his pace, per your request. You whimper at the idea of bearing his kids. You would be so swollen and full, and he would baby you, fuss about you. 

The Doctor's own words fuel his need for you even more than he thought possible. He would love to see your stomach swollen and huge with his heir. He would love to suck on your squishy, fat, breast as he fingers you. He would love to take care of you with his mouth, to help rest your aching body.

“Yes,” You spurt out, “Please,” You choke on your saliva as you watch his body move with yours. The bead of sweat on his forehead. The way his eyebrows scrunch with every movement he makes. His hips hitting yours with enough force to break the bed if he isn’t careful.

You grab hold of his swinging tie tugging it, bringing him lips to meet yours in a passionate, loving kiss. The stretch of his dick in you leaves you whimpering and whining into his mouth.

“Mhhhm,” you moan, you try to move your hand down to your clit. Needing the extra bit of stimulation to get to the beautiful edge sooner. Before you can reach in between the two of you The Doctor snatches your hand, pulling away from your lips.

“Oh, you really are greedy,” he tuts keeping his pace. “Tell me what you want and then I might give it to you.” The Doctor's hand reaches to grope your breast and flick your nipple as he continues to push in and out of you mercilessly.

You whimper and squirm as your eyes water. Your body tingles so close yet so far from where you want to be. 

“Please-,” you whine, grasping at his bare shoulders. 

“Just make me c-cum,” you babble out quietly. Desperate. Needy.

“How?” The Doctor teases, making you groan in annoyance and pleasure. When you don’t respond, he stops his thrusting completely. 

“W-why did you-“ 

“Use your words or I’ll stop.” He growled out, with his eyes glaring at you. You breathe heavily blinking to get your thoughts straight. The look on his face telling you this was just as hard for him as it is for you.

“Use your fingers,” you pause as he runs his finger against your perched nipple. He raised a brow waiting for you to continue. “On my cli-“

You don’t even have to finish the sentence before he begins pounding you, faster this time. He kiss you cheeks sloppily and whispers into your ear,

“As you wish,” he moves his hand down to your clit, wetting the tips of his fingers with your slick. He runs his fingers up to your swollen, awaiting bud. 

He twirls his fingers as his cock stretches you open. He pinches your clit and pounds your cunt, and you swear you can see stars.

“You're perfect.” The Doctor states breathlessly. “So beautiful, so tight and so perfect.” Your hips thrust up to meet him as his words. His voice and body are a song you can’t stop yourself from turning up.

“I'm going to fill you up so beautifully,” he moans out quietly, his heavy balls slapping your ass.

“Fuck-“ you cry, so near your peak. His thrust only gets faster with the sounds you make. His fingers move in quicker circles. The tingle of finishing so close.

“Go on,” he prompts, dipping his head down to suck on your neck. “Cum, for me.” 

His words are the final push into the pulsing pleasure. Your body shakes and twitches as he pounds you through your high. He moans softly as you pulse so tightly around him.

“Oh,” he moans, shuddering, “right there,” he grunts not far behind.

You can feel his hips falter and his pace slow. He moans so loud and so beautiful, it carries your high on longer than you thought possible. 

“Doctor,” You moan into his ear.

“Milk me sweetheart,” he groans as his hips thrust slower than before. His cum spurts into you, the warmth making you whimper for the hundredth time. You pull rope after rope after rope from his cock.

“So good, so fucking goo-“ he cuts himself off with a soft moan of your name as his eyes roll back. The Doctor's breathing gets jagged as your high turns into a fading buzz. 

You feel him come to a slow stop on his wobbly arms. His softened cock slowly pulls out of you. You both hiss as the loss or closeness, and The Doctor finally collapses onto the bed, right next to you. Your naked bodies pull the other one close.

You sigh, contently into his hair. His face squished against your boobs, just how he loves it. He chuckles as he helps you pull the blankets up and over your bodies. 

“You're right,” He comments, his breathing slowing down. You don’t respond for a moment, trying to think of what he means.

“Well of course I am,” you scoff softly. “But, just for the sake of the conversation, what am I right about?”

“There is one more thing to add to the list,” he replies simply, nuzzling into your chest.

“What?” You joke, “Being a good fuck?”

“No,” he says slightly taken aback, but the slight smile gives his true intentions away.

“Being a good wife.” He states calmly.

You chuckle and place a kiss on his messy head of hair.

[kaasiand]

What's up with the 3ds grudge?

Basically the 3DS tried to be too many conflicting things at once, and ended up being a bad DS as a result. It's... fine... in its own right (minus the poor audio) but a lot of what worked strongly on DS just took so much of a back seat here, in favour of Trying To Be The Handheld That Doesn't Want To Be A Handheld. If someone ever made another DS, they should iterate on the original DS, rather than continue where the 3DS left off.

Screens have different dimensions (both in the sense of resolution and in the 2D/3D sense), meaning anything cool that the DS could do by swapping the screens or making them form one long screen, was a lot more awkward to pull on 3DS. Don't even think about holding it sideways (like a book or the Mario Bros. game & watch) if you want to use the 3D feature.

On DS, games had a choice in their design (to put the gameplay on the top or bottom screen) since the screens were basically identical except for touch, but the 3DS basically pushed for everything to be on the top screen (that's the bigger screen and that's where the 3D is!). The touchscreen often felt neglected, or only there because "they had to" (= the DS had a bottom screen and this thing needed to play those games too so we keep a bottom screen here too).

It also felt like the 3DS wanted way more games that tried to be full 3D home console games except crammed onto a handheld (the switch does this better by... actually being a home console) like it didn't want to be a real handheld at all. Turning the system on and off was also slow as hell and so it takes longer to actually get to your game (same problem the wii u had).

It also moved the dpad into an awkward spot where it makes DS games feel worse to play on it, and tried to make the circle pad essentially a replacement of the dpad, when the two excel at different things and should not be treated as a direct up/downgrade of the other. Metroid: Samus Returns for example feels genuinely awful to control with the circle pad imo and while Dread made the stick movement feel a lot smoother I really don't like that the 3DS kinda killed dpad controls for 2D nintendo games. The controls are also no longer symmetrical, so anything the DS could mirror for left-handed controls would work worse on 3DS.

Also I just kinda personally prefer the more pixely and crunchier feel of DS sprites, fonts, models and compressed textures. 3DS doesn't hit the same and instead only has low quality audio that I never want to listen to and a screen that funnily enough looks more crisp when held the wrong way.

[silverb0wties]

Lemonade - Part 5

leah williamson x alessia russo x child!reader

Summary: When something bad happens to your Mummy and Daddy, you end up living with your Aunty Lessi and Aunty Leah.  But is there room for you considering they have a new baby on the way?

Chapter Summary: the aftermath of your concussion

Warnings: pregnancy, self-harm, disordered eating, bullying

a/n: sorry if this chapter is a little bit dark in parts. if you're still reading the series, thanks so much for sticking with me. I appreciate it more than you know.

|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 ||

PART 5

You woke up on a plastic bed in a room that smelled like the awful cream your Mummy would rub on her legs after Netball, surrounded by a million different kinds and colours of sellotape.

You could hear voices, and you looked over to the corner of the room to find your Aunty Leah consoling your Aunty Lessi as she cried.  She looked distraught, her eyes red and puffy with tears.

“I should have known it would overwhelm her.  I was just so excited to share this with her…”

“Babe, she’s going to be okay.  We’re still learning all this, yeah?”

“But we’re meant to protect her, and… and I- I…” Aunty Lessi choked on her words before Aunty Leah cut her off.

“And I should have had a tighter grip on her when I saw she was panicking.  Like I said, we’re both still learning how to do this.  The medics said she’s got a bit of a concussion, but she’ll be alright.  We know how concussions work, so we’ve just got to keep our eyes on her and make sure she gets lots and lots of rest.”

There was a quiet knock at the door, before an important looking lady with a clipboard came in.

“Less, sorry but we need to know if you’re going to play the second half or not?” she asked.

As your Aunties turned toward the door, they realised that you were awake.

“Oh Bunny, sweetie, you’re awake.  How are you feeling?” your Aunty Lessi rushed over to you, her hands coming down to gently cradle the sides of your head.

You looked up at her a bit stunned, rather confused about why you were where you were and why everyone seemed so upset.

“Does your head hurt?  Do you feel sick or dizzy at all?” she asked, her hand softly brushing through your hair.

You tried to think about if you felt sick or dizzy, but all you could really feel was a powerful throbbing rattling through your head.  You also felt really, really tired.  But you had just woken up, so that could perhaps explain that.  You don’t remember going to sleep though, which was starting to concern you.

“I feel okay,” you replied, trying to brush away your Aunty’s concern.

“Alessia, sorry, we need t-” the lady at the door began to ask again.

“I won’t be playing, sorry.  My family is more important right now,” Aunty Lessi told her.

“Less, you should go play.  I’ll stay with Bunny and make sure she’s-”

Your Aunty Lessi whipped around to face Aunty Leah. “No, Leah.  I’m not leaving her.  She’s hurt.   We’ll get a car to take us back to the training centre so we can go home early,” she insisted firmly.

Aunty Leah replied with a sad smile and a nod.  “I’ll go get our stuff packed up then, yeah?”

“I’m okay Aunty Lessi, you should play!” you tried to insist.

“No Bunny, there would be no point in me playing anyways.  I would be so distracted out there and worrying about you I would probably kick the ball into the wrong goal by mistake.”

By the time you finally got back home that night, your head was still pounding and you were struggling to stay awake.  You were trying your hardest to be big and brave and pretend like you were okay, but as soon as you stepped into bath, your whole façade fell apart.  As the warm water lapped at your tense muscles, which you now realised you’d been clenching in an effort to distract from the pain in your head, your resolve melted and you began to weep.

You brought your knees up to your chest and dropped your head forward, your hands entwining at the back of your head as your little body shook with each sob.  The tears and jagged breaths only intensified the pain in your head though, which in turn caused more tears and jagged breaths.  You tried your hardest to stay as quiet as possible, but you were aware that your cries were becoming increasingly vocal.

There was soon a soft knock at the door, followed by your Aunty Lessi’s voice.  Whilst making sure you still got clean and dressed, your Aunties had always tried to give you your privacy while bathing and dressing, which you appreciated.  They were your Aunties, but it still felt weird being undressed around people who weren’t your parents.

“Bunny?  Are you okay?” she called through the closed door.

“It hurts” you cried in response.

“What hurts honey?”

“Everything.  My head hurts most.”

“How about we give you some medicine to make it hurt less, yeah?”

“Okay.”

“And then we can get you to bed, and you can try and get some rest, alright?”

“Okay.”

There was a short pause.  You’d assumed your Aunty had gone away to get the medicine, but then you heard her voice again.

“Bun, you don’t always have to try and be big and brave y’know?  If you’re hurting, you can tell us.  Always.  I promise you won’t be in trouble or we won’t make fun of you or anything.  We just want you to feel okay.”

“Okay.”

You didn’t fully believe her.  You wanted to, but a part of you still believed that there was only so much love and affection to go around and you needed to space that out at least until Lemonade arrived.  You didn’t want to use it all up on this incident.

So you tried your hardest to push the pain down and away as you quickly washed yourself.  You managed to get yourself up and out of the bath and wrapped in a towel before there was a knock at the door again.

“You can come in,” you mumbled, making sure the towel was secured tightly under your arms.

Your Aunty Lessi entered with a little cup filled with pink medicine and a cup of water.  She kneeled down to your height as she offered it to you.

“Now it says strawberry flavoured on the bottle, so hopefully it won’t taste too bad.”

You gingerly took the cup and gulped the medicine down, wincing at the distinctly fake strawberry taste.  You quickly grabbed the cup of water from your Aunty’s other hand and skulled that down to wash away the lingering flavour.

“Good job, Bun.  Now let’s get you into your PJ’s and into bed, yeah?”

By the time you were under the covers, arms tightly wrapped around your beloved Arthur, the pain in your head had dulled to only a mild ache.

“Goodnight sweet girl” your Aunty Lessi whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“Night Aunty Lessi” you mumbled back.

It was the first time you slept through the night without waking up to a nightmare since the fire.

--

You woke up to the smell of Aunty Lessi’s lasagne wafting through the house.  However, as you opened your eyes and came to your senses, you immediately panicked. 

You were not in your own bed. 

You were in your Aunties bed.

You had no idea how you’d come to be in their bed.  The last thing you remembered you were lying on the floor in the loungeroom studying one of the books the Arsenal girls had given you about football.  You were trying to understand where all the different positions were on the pitch and what responsibilities each position had.  You had been figuring out the difference between a centre-back and a full-back when you had… fallen asleep.

Bad. Bad. Bad.

Whilst it had been a few days now since your accident and you’d had a couple of days off school and your head no longer hurt, you were still feeling extra extra tired from your concussion.  You’d spent most of that day at school trying to hide your yawns from your teacher and classmates.  When you’d been given some free time after finishing one of your activities ahead of the rest of the class, the same group of students that always seemed to catch you at your weakest had caught you dozing off in the corner of the room where you’d been reading.  They’d tied your shoelaces together and were starting to draw on your arm when you woke up.  You hadn’t realised they’d also put rolled up pieces of paper in your hair braid until your Aunty Leah pointed them out when she picked you up.

You’d tried to brush it off and said it was just a game all the kids were playing with each other, but the concerned frown your Aunty gave you implied she didn’t quite believe your lie.

“You know you can tell us if there’s anything going wrong at school, yeah?  If anyone’s picking on you or calling you names or anything?”

You just nodded.  There was no way you would ever tell your Aunties what was really happening at school.  You would just deal with it like a big girl.  Push through.  Be brave.  They had bigger things to worry about than some kids putting paper in your hair and saying mean things.  Your Aunty Leah was growing a human AND mending her busted knee for heaven’s sake!  You could deal with some silly paper in your hair.

When you’d got back to the house, you went straight to your room to undo your braid and pluck all the little pieces of paper from your hair.  You’d counted them (23 in total) before scrunching them up and throwing them in the little wastepaper basket beside your desk. 

As the paper hit the basket, a tiny ball of raging heat began bubbling in your chest.  You didn’t know what to do with it or how to describe it, but it made you want to stomp your feet and hit a wall and scratch at your skin.  You’d never been the best at describing emotions, but you were pretty certain this wasn’t sadness.  Perhaps, this was anger? Frustration? Disappointment? 

The tiny ball continued to bubble and grow as you lunged for your bed where Arthur lay.  You attempted desperately to use your tried and tested method of rubbing his ear against your cheek to calm the feeling, and whilst it felt nice, it did nothing to soothe your need to stomp or hit or scratch.

You searched your room urgently for something else to ease the searing heat in your chest, even gulping down the remnants of a cup of water on your bedside table.  But nothing worked.  You needed to stomp or hit or scratch.  You knew couldn’t stomp your feet or hit a wall, because that would be loud, and your Aunty would hear and come ask what was wrong.  So, you decided to scratch. 

You had to pick somewhere not too visible so that if you left a mark, nobody would see and ask what happened.  So, you tugged up the hem of your school dress and pushed down your tights and began scratching at the skin at the top of your right thigh.

The relief was instant. 

The second your nails dug into your flesh, the little ball of heat in your chest began to cool.  You scratched and scratched, and scratched some more until it finally, finally disappeared.  By the time you eventually stopped, your skin was stinging, and your fingers were cramping.  But the little ball of heat was gone, and that was all that mattered.

There was a gentle knock on the door as you speedily pulled your tights back up, wincing as they brushed against your newly tender skin.

Your Aunty Leah popped her head in through the door, “Bun, do you want a snack? I got some blueberry muffins from the bakery…”

“Oh… um, yeah, I’ll be right down, just getting that paper out of my hair,” you mumbled, quickly running your fingers through the ends of your messy blonde mane.

“Alright, I’ll pop them in the microwave to warm them up,” she replied before heading back downstairs to do so.

As you heard her footsteps fade away, you turned around and pulled your tights down again, trying with all your might not to release a pained noise as the fabric ripped away from your newly raw skin.  The area you’d scratched was an angry red colour and the skin seemed wet, but there was no blood, which whilst a relief, made no sense to you.

Not wanting to keep your Aunty waiting, you hastily pulled your tights the rest of the way off and threw them in your laundry hamper.  The house was warm enough, but you decided to grab your soft little blanket that had purple and grey clouds, as well as the book on football you had been reading and the little notebook you’d been making notes in (and Arthur of course), and head downstairs.

“Perfect timing Bun, just took them out of the microwave.  Do you want a drink?”

“I’m okay.  Thank you, Aunty Leah, this looks lovely” you replied, climbing up onto a stool in front of the kitchen bench where a little plate with a yummy looking blueberry muffin sat.

“Well, we all know the kitchen is Aunty Lessi’s domain.  That woman can cook like a dream!  But I’m not too shabby at picking out a good pastry.  I guess you could say bread and bread-adjacent foods are my domain,” she teased.

You giggled as you tucked into your muffin, appreciating your Aunty Leah’s silly jokes about how bad at cooking she was and how limited the range of foods she ate was.  Your extended family often seemed to tease her a bit about being a picky eater and she would usually laugh it off or join in on the joke.  But you knew it was something she was actually a bit self-conscious about. 

A few days into your stay here you’d gone to the fridge to grab some milk for your cereal and had accidentally knocked a container off a shelf.  As you bent down to pick it up, you noticed a little letter stuck to the lid that read “Leah, my love, it’s okay if you can’t eat this.  I know you tried and I’m proud of you.  Please just make sure you eat something or at least have a protein smoothie.  For you and for ‘L’.  Love you – xx Less.”  You’d immediately felt guilty for reading it as you rushed to put it back on the shelf, knowing you’d intruded on a bit of your Auntie’s privacy.  You’d seen a few similar little notes stuck to containers since then.  At the time you’d been very confused about what “for you and for ‘L’” meant, but you had since figured out it meant ‘for you and for Lemonade’. 

When you finished your muffin, you wriggled off the stool and headed over to place your plate in the dishwasher.

“Are you done with your plate too, Aunty Leah?” you offered.

“Oh, thanks sweetie, you didn’t have to do that,” she replied as she passed you her plate with a smile.  “Feel free to watch something on the telly if you want.  I’ve got a bit of boring adult housework stuff to catch up on before Aunty Lessi gets home.”

“Is there anything you need help with?” you asked.

“No, no.  I’ve just got to do a couple of loads of laundry and there’s no way I would make you deal with Aunty Lessi’s gross smelly training socks!  It’s bad enough poor little Lemonade is stuck with me and can’t escape from it,” she laughed, jokingly shielding her belly from the smell.

“Is it okay if I just read in the loungeroom?” you asked.

“Of course it is!  Just remember if your head starts to hurt or you’re feeling too tired or anything, to have a rest, yeah?” she smiled at you, stroking her fingers affectionately through your hair.

“I will, thank you.”

So, you made yourself comfortable in a little spot on the loungeroom floor, surrounded by a couple of cushions, the blanket you’d brought down from your room and, of course, Arthur.  Soon you were laying on your belly, nose deep in the book and jotting down notes in your notebook all about what a penalty shootout was and what circumstances led to one.  You drew a little picture of the goal and the line markings and where the goalie had to stand and where the other players had to stand, before turning back to the book to read about in-game penalties when slowly but suddenly you… were… asleep.

The next thing you knew you were waking up in your Auntie’s bed to the smell of your Aunty Lessi’s lasagna.

The realisation hit you like a hundred bolts of lightning.

You’d slept in someone else bed.

Bad. Bad. Bad.

Bad things happen when you sleep in someone else’s bed.

The last time you’d slept in someone else’s bed, your house burned down, and your Mummy and Daddy had died.

You jumped out of the bed as though it was burning you, panic rattling all through your little body.

“Bad. Bad. Bad.”

Your right hand began hitting at the side of your head before you even knew it was happening.

“Bad. Bad. Bad.”

Your other hand clawed at the skin of your neck, scratching determinedly at the tender skin there.

“Bad! Bad! Bad!”

You tried so hard to stop them, but your feet began to stomp loudly, your whole body seemingly moving with a mind of its own.  Everything around you seemed like it was spinning.  You thought you could smell smoke and when your eyes began to water you weren’t sure if it was because you were crying or if it was because there was actually smoke. 

You vaguely heard a commotion and saw the door swing open, but everything around you continued to spin making you feel like throwing up.  You couldn’t throw up in your Auntie’s bedroom!

“Bad! Bad! Bad!”

“Bunny?  Sweetie, what’s going on?”

You could hear your Aunty Lessi’s voice and feel her presence, but the only word you could think was ‘BAD’.

“Bad! Bad! Bad!”

The word kept falling from your lips and you continued to stomp and hit and scratch.

“Okay, Bun.  I’m going pick you up so you stop hurting yourself sweetie.  I need to make you nice and safe, alright?”

Again, you heard your Aunty but all you could think was ‘BAD’.

“Bad! Bad! Bad!”

Carefully you felt your Aunty wrap her arms around you, trapping your arms and lifting you off the ground.  You struggled as your body fought to keep hitting and scratching and stomping, but she gently tugged your hands away from your neck and head, tucking them tightly against her chest.

“You’re okay, lovely.  You’re safe, I promise.  It’s just you, me and Aunty Leah here okay.  Nothing bad is going to happen alright?  We’re safe.  You’re safe.  Everything’s okay…”

“Bad. Bad. Bad.”

“What do you mean by bad, Bun?” Aunty Lessi asked.

You shook your head, unable to explain yourself.  All you could say was “bad.”

“Oh sweetie, you haven’t done anything bad.  You’re not in any kind of trouble.  I promise.  And nothing bad is going to happen either, okay?” she whispered.

You began to slowly unclench in her arms, comforted by the soothing way she was swaying gently.  Eventually you opened your eyes to see your Aunty Leah standing in the doorway watching on, her face red and blotchy as though she’d been crying.

You immediately came back into your body, realising whatever you’d just done had upset your Aunty Leah.  You tried to wriggle slightly to free yourself from your Aunty Lessi’s grip, but she tightened her hold.

“Not yet sweetie.  I need to what’s going on?  What happened?” she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed with you in her lap.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.  I didn’t mean to be bad and upset Aunty Leah.  I’m so sorry.  I promise I’ll be good.  I promise.”

“Darling, you didn’t upset me” your Aunty Leah assured you as she came over to sit next to Aunty Lessi on the bed.

“But your face is blotchy like you’ve been crying” you replied, your Aunty Lessi finally loosening her grip on her as your reached toward Aunty Leah.

“Well, it’s because I have been, but it’s not because you upset me.  I’m just worried about you is all.  Why were you hurting yourself?” she asked, taking your hand in hers.

“I just had to.  I don’t know.  I just did.  I was bad.”  You jumped off Aunty Lessi’s lap and started pacing on the floor in front of her and Aunty Leah.   “I woke up in this bed and I had no idea why I was in your bed and all I could think was ‘bad’ and I just did it without realising.”

“I washed your sheets and they’re in the dryer.  So, when you fell asleep on the loungeroom floor, I just put you in here for your nap.  I didn’t mean for it to upset you so much, sweetie,” Aunty Leah explained, tears still rolling down her cheeks.

“You didn’t upset me, I just I don’t want you and Aunty Lessi and Lemonade to die too!”

You heard your Aunties gasp at your explanation, but you just kept pacing, trying to figure out a way to stop the inevitable from happening.

“Bunny, oh my goodness, why would Aunty Leah and Lemonade and I die because you had a nap in our bed?”

“Because that’s what happened when I slept in Mummy and Daddy’s bed!”

You watched as your Aunties exchanged a series of looks.  The seemed confused and shocked, which was confusing and shocking to you, because it all seemed so obvious.

“Darling, your Mummy and Daddy didn’t die because you slept in their bed,” Aunty Leah tried to tell you.

“Yes, they did!  They did.  They DID!  I know they did!  It’s the only thing different I did that night from all the other nights.  I had done so so good all summer getting into my big girl routine and kept it up really well for the first couple of weeks of school.  But then… then I slipped up, and I was bad and I asked to sleep in bed with Mummy and Daddy that night.  And and th- the fire happened.  And if I had of been in my own room, I could have got myself out.  Because we’d practiced.  Daddy made sure we practiced.  And and and then… then Da-Daddy wouldn’t have needed to get me out and he could have helped Mummy because of her leg.  And they could have got out too.  But I was bad.  I slept in a bed that wasn’t mine.  When I should have just slept in my own bed, like a good girl.  Like a big girl.  And now they’re dead.  They’re both dead.  And it’s my fault.  And now what if you die too!?”

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Mad

Debut: Wario's Woods (NES)

Whoa! This mermaid is Pissed! Though I guess "Mad" could just be a shortening for something beautiful and elegant like "Madeline" or "Maddison" or perhaps "Madwoman". Either way, she is one of seven bosses that Toad can fight in Wario's Woods, a drop-down puzzle game for the NES (and SNES, but we'll get to that in a minute) most notable for being the last officially-licensed game released on the console, a whole four years into the lifespan of the SNES! We've already gone over most of the Wario's Woods denizens in a couple of posts, but with the exception of the NES bosses!

Original video credit: NintendoComplete on Youtube

The bosses in this game all play pretty much identically, summoning enemies and occasionally teleporting around. To damage them, you line up the thingies of the same color next to them, as you can see in the gif above. Yuppppp. She also appeared in Super Mario-Kun, where she is shown to be a shapeshifter!

I searched everywhere for more, but since Super Mario-Kun is apparently both very poorly archived and approximately three infinities long, here's some highlights courtesy of her Super Mario Wiki page! Wario has enthralled her by poisoning the lake she resides in, and after a fight, Mario and co. cure her by....... having Yoshi drink and subsequently urinate her out. Turns out this mermaid really was Pissed after all I guess.

Anyway, after that, her true form is revealed: a big fat anthropomorphic fish in a dress. If you don't think she's just as beautiful, get out of my sight. That's where I’d leave off the post normally, but as you may have noticed, we haven't yet touched on the SNES release of Wario's Woods. This brings us to the second half of the post...

Original video credit: World of Longplays on Youtube

Name: Aqualea

Debut: Wario's Woods (SNES)

Finally, someone calls Toad out on his trademark foolhardiness! Yes, Wario's Woods (SNES) includes a mermaid boss just like its NES counterpart. The odd thing here to me is not just that they went to the trouble of making a unique character that still sticks so close to Mad's design rather than outright cutting and pasting her into WW(SNES); but that of WW(SNES)'s seventeen non-Wario bosses, only one of them seems to bear any similarity to WW(NES)'s six.

Why go to the trouble of designing unique boss casts across both releases? Why not just distribute WW(NES)'s comparatively scanty lineup into WW(SNES)'s, which is almost three times as large? I mean, as a writer for a blog which hinges around novel and bizarre designs in the Mario franchise, I should really be thankful, but from a development standpoint it is just so odd! Especially considering both versions were designed and released concurrently! I think the most likely explanation here is poor coordination between design teams, though they did still have one member in common, so who's to say?

Anyway, all of that is to say that the circumstances surrounding Aqualea's conception are kind of infinitely more interesting than her design itself. Sorry, Aqualea! Although my sapphic sensibilities make it pretty hard to write you off completely, your cute-girl-ness can only get you so far, and novelty is unfortunately very much not on your side here.

Above, you can see how the boss gameplay differs from WW(NES). Instead of taking place on a single field, it now takes place across two, as is more traditional for competitive drop-down puzzle games. I really enjoy the unique SMB2(USA)-style sprite sets every boss has for this purpose. Seems like a good opportunity for a very niche ROM hack, if you ask me!

Every boss is also given a unique "lose" sprite for when you've defeated them. These are usually just a given boss's face in a distraught expression, but Aqualea is exceptional in that regard. I will now leave you with what is, in my opinion, the single most charming lose sprite of any boss in Wario's Woods (SNES):

[himbocoups]

˗ˋˏ CRAWL ˎˊ˗ | 18+ Only

SYNOPSIS: If there is anything about the Devil, it’s that he always keeps his promises. The problem is, he’s mad that you seemed to have forgotten his promise. Crawling for the Devil is the least of your problems.

PAIRING: devil!yjh x reader (afab)

GENRE: fantasy | smut, pwp

TAGS: featuring: sub!ksy, artist!xmh, housemate!jww | auditory voyeurism, pegging (m receiving), fingering, hickies, face sitting, oral + face fucking (m receiving), tail play, degradation, crawling, spanking, swallowing, toys, manhandling, pnv

WC: 5.2k

A/N: hello! currently working on my thesis so writing this was a way to blow off steam. I also wasn't going to write another devil!jeonghan fic so thank you to @whenyourenothere for convincing me! this can be read as a standalone fic or a part two of red horn. special s/o to @junkissed for helping me figure out the tags for this fic bc there's a lot <33 - nu ♡ | tagging: @jjeongddol

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It is a rusty metallic foldable chair that you sit on that squeaks and creaks even with the slightest movement. You try to readjust your posture — definitely not sure if you should sit up straight with your back against the dusty chair or with your hands folded neatly on the edge of the devil’s table in front of you. In fact, you’re not sure whether or not you are supposed to touch the devil’s office desk, so you choose to lead with the prior option. And the metal chair reacts, drawing out a long and uncomfortable creeeeak as you shift your weight backward. 

Maybe you were just lucky last time, led by the Devil to believe that maybe you were worthy of being somebody special in this vast world. In this underworld where the universe’s menagerie of creatures visit with last hopes of finding a solution, you are finally coming to a conclusion that you’re only but a speck of dust in a world that knows no bounds. 

The small office room feels humid and stuffy; its previously supposedly beige wallpapers are now a darker shade of brown that peels in large patches to reveal dirty and white painted-over bricks. Splotches of mold line the edges of the patches, and you find yourself wishing that mold spores aren’t a thing that exists in Hell. But it’s Hell, and anybody who dealt with mold before knows that the process of treating mold is basically hell. The navy colored carpet looks old and worn out. Several flat and black pieces of gum stick to it, already dried and surprisingly shiny in color. 

On the desk and pushed to the corner is an old and vintage PC, the kind with the square monitors and the back that protrudes outwards. You can feel the heat from the computer console blow against your skin and leave a faint burnt metallic scent in its wake. Not sure what to do or if you’re supposed to do anything, you sit in silence as the devil behind the computer screen slowly types and moves his mouse on top of his mousepad to fill out the information he has in the giant manilla folder spread out in front of him. 

You retract your lips inwards and bite the gummy and smooth underside of your lips while you stare at the stack of business cards pointed toward you. Craig. His name is Craig with no last name. Demon. So you’re wrong. He’s neither a devil nor is he the Devil with a capital “D” whom you were previously introduced to. He’s just office worker Craig, the demon you were assigned today. 

“Do you think it’s too stuffy in here?” He asks you while lifting his mouse from the mousepad before setting it back down to readjust the roller ball underneath. Not once does he turn to look at you or make eye contact with you.

“A little,” you reply feeling awkward and a bit burdened by the question for almost no reason at all. 

He nods his head while tracing his long and crooked finger against a line on the stack of papers in front of him before typing in the data in his computer. He sniffs and snorts his phlegm while clearing his throat. It was just small talk; there is no way an office worker in Hell would care about your wellbeing. You find yourself wondering if central cooling is a thing in Hell while trying to peek at the contents of your surprisingly large folder with no avail.

This room, this office worker, this situation…none of this is the same as the beautiful and luxurious office space you imagined stepping in for the second time. Long gone is the plush gray Persian rug and the mahogany desk that belongs to the owner himself. And your large file that is spread out before the demon you’re assigned, you cannot help but think about the event or even events that could have possibly added to the flimsy pieces of paper the Devil flipped through when he first met you. And the thought of Craig reading your file only causes your face to heat up in embarrassment. 

“Um.” You force yourself to break the awkward silence. “May I use the restroom before we start? You still haven’t asked me what I’m here for, and I think I accidentally came under the assumption that I would be assigned to the same person. I’ll be quick in case you need me immediately.” 

“Down the hall,” the demon mumbles while hunching his back to allow himself to squint closely at the screen in front of him. 

Picking yourself up from your seat, you basically fling yourself out of the office while thinking about the fresh air that awaits you in the hallway. No thoughts about the demon nor suspicions regarding the fact that the demon didn’t really point you towards a particular route to the restroom floated in your mind. Coming here was a mistake, and you are willing to face any repercussions for walking out of a meeting with a demon if it means having to save yourself from the embarrassment of having that demon read your file regarding your previous request with the Devil. 

However, what awaits you on the other side of the door isn’t the hallway from which you entered the office you were in. Instead, you find yourself in an oddly familiar bedroom. Light navy blue floor-length curtains cover the window with their original pleats from when it was first purchased about a year ago still intact. Pushed against the window is the full-sized bed with the orange-stained wooden headboard and the mess of frost blue blankets haphazardly strewn on the mattress. The soft and rotund tiger plush lays threateningly close to the edge of the bed, able to be toppled over even with the slightest movement on the mattress. 

The owner of this bedroom is in the middle of it all. Kwon Soonyoung kneels on his bed with his legs spread and his ass up. He already looks so fucked out. His left cheek is pressed against his mattress while he looks back at you with his hands tied behind his back. The position he’s in doesn’t seem comfortable at all, but his expressions, demeanor, and soft whimpers coming out of his mouth digress. 

“Please,” he practically begs you from his pitiful position. You can see how his lean thighs tremble while he struggles against his restraints. He wails with such desperation, “I want it. I want it so badly,” so much that it almost sounds as if he is going to cry from your lack of action. 

You don’t realize it until now, but an object manifests itself in your hands. A thick and ribbed silicone dildo, one that you’re too familiar with, is being stroked by you unconsciously. You feel the girth of it and how the lube it’s coated with prepares the toy for insertion. 

Then comes the teasing. You find the words naturally flowing out of your mouth: “Conciseness in your language, Soonie. What is it that you want?”

But the thing is, you know what comes next. You know what his response is as you slowly make your way over to him.

“Peg me. I’m ready,” he gasps while a tiny translucent pearl gathers at the tip of his dangling cock. “Blow my back out.”

You already know exactly how many times you will yourself to slap his ass to prep him before his legs give in. You already know how lewdly he would gasp as you insert the tip of the toy, how he would bury his face in his blankets as he moans out loud. You find yourself repeating actions as if being controlled by a machine, yet you don’t hate it. You’re magically stuck in a limbo between reality and déjà vu, presently recreating the past. 

You feel his walls sucking in the toy, taking it in so well. Like a special switch in an escape room, once you grab onto his aching cock to stroke him while you peg him, the scene immediately switches.

Naked and in the middle of a studio apartment that reeks of paint fumes and essential oils, you look at yourself through the standing mirror in front of you. Despite the fan blowing in the background and the apartment windows propped open, you don’t feel cold at all. Instead, your skin pricks with heat as the sensation of arousal gathers itself at your core and spreads to the tips of your fingers. Beneath you is a mop of platinum blonde hair of the artist who sits by your feet. 

Xu Minghao gently grabs you by the waist so that he can angle you so that you can get a better view of his artwork on your body. You remember that with him, you always felt safe and appreciated. He traces his slender finger along the length of your thigh, bringing it up to your ass. He makes you feel valuable through your soreness, the entirety of your right ass cheek covered in his carefully placed hickies. Your pussy throbs with eagerness, waiting to be filled before all of the juices run dry. 

“My work of art,” he mumbles before he brings his lips to your ass cheek. In the open space where the bruises connect, he bites it with his teeth and swirls the flesh in between his teeth with his tongue. His left hand makes its way to your opening, thumbing the smooth nub that immediately makes your knees buckle. So he positions himself behind you, strongly wrapping his long right arm around your legs to keep you steady as he nips and sucks while he takes your time to circle your clit before he finally slips his finger in your core as if the action is like second nature to him. 

Pleasure builds in your soul and makes your body scream with pleasure as Minghao meticulously massages your inner walls, stroking and tapping your spongy insides as you writhe in his arm. He adds another finger, filling you up and building your high, scissoring you while you moan his name as your liquid drips down his fingers and collects in his palm. 

“Done,” he breathes as he shifts his body so that he sits between your open legs. You can feel how his warm breath hits your skin as he speaks with his lips nearly on your cunt, “Flower on your ass. Sweet and puffy rose sitting on my face.”

Before you can re-experience all of what it felt like to sit on Minghao’s face like a chair, you find yourself in another room. This time, you’re in your own place in the room next to yours. From the placement of the desk to how the bed is pushed against the corner of the room, flush against the wall, the layout of this room directly mirrors your own. There are a lot more notecard art prints taped to the wall than you last remembered. The LED lights built into his mechanical keyboard softly pulses as it switches colors. And there is the all too familiar smell of his laundry detergent and dryer sheets that fills his room — he had just unloaded his laundry from the dryer, but didn’t have time to fold his clothes as they still sit in the laundry basket placed in front of his closet. 

You’re not sure if you’re allowed to be here at all. It’s not often that you find yourself in Jeon Wonwoo’s bedroom, but when you do, you’re usually near the threshold of his door. And to be sitting on his plush gray sheets, you think it feels too intrusive. Still, you’re not sure if you should move from your comfortable position despite the fact that you’re not close enough to him to enter his bedroom just to chill without him present. And the worst of all, you’re pretty sure you’re still soaked from your previous encounter with Minghao. And that you’re still definitely in hell because there is no way you would ever allow yourself to feel this close to coming on Wonwoo’s bedsheets without his permission. 

Two soft knocks on the door diverts your attention to the closed door. 

“Yn,” Wonwoo's deep and tender voice calls your name from the other side of the door. “Is everything okay? I’m coming in.”

The thing is, this occurrence with Wonwoo had never happened before. You’re stuck in a scenario far different from the other two. So, you shouldn’t be as surprised as you are when you saw him walk through his bedroom door. Instead of the tall and built housemate that you sometimes find yourself secretly fawning over, is the sinister yet charming man you haven’t seen in ages. 

Yoon Jeonghan steps into your housemate’s bedroom with the irresistible charm of his while flaunting an oversized black t-shirt whose sleeves almost touch his elbows. The Devil is here, and he knows everything that you’ve been hiding from him.

He slams the door behind him and takes long and fast paced strides toward the bed until his figure towers over you. And the Devil himself smirks as he purposely leans down until his bangs dangle in front of his forehead and your entire upper body is pressed against Wonwoo’s sheets. His right hand presses into the space next to your left shoulder as he looks down at you with a pitiful look on his face. 

“What?” He almost scoffs at you in his beautiful light and airy voice. “You didn’t once stop to think that maybe all of this was my doing? That you would relive your memories with who was it? Kwon Soonyoung and Xu Minghao? You’re more fucking stupid than I remembered. Were you fucked too hard by Seungcheol that you lost a few braincells? Or was it with Joshua when you accidentally hit your head too many times against the inside of his car door?”

He cocks his head to the side as he grabs your chin with his left hand. Cold to the touch, this miniscule action has you struggling to catch your breath. He tilts your head left and right as if to carefully inspect what is his. 

“My pet,” he coos while letting go of your chin. Where his cool fingertips touched your skin now pricks with burning heat. And he takes his time to kneel on the bed while still hovering over your body. “This is the bedroom of the guy you get off to? You don’t think I know about how often you touch yourself while he fucks the people he brings over to this bedroom? And now you’re horny again? You want to fuck on the bed of the guy you want so deep in your gut?”

As stupid as you are, you find yourself shell shocked and in awe at the Devil on top of you so much that you unconsciously nod in agreement to every single humiliatingly detailed sentence that comes out of his mouth. The topic isn’t about Jeonghan and you, but the sexual tension established between the two of you knocks on your pussy and makes your mouth go dry. Fuck, maybe he is right. Fucking other men over the span of time since you last saw Jeonghan could never amount to what you felt when you were fucked by the Devil. Lost in your delusions, you could only get off to what you couldn’t have. And when the world’s most untouchable creature is currently so close to you that the collar of his black tee hangs so low that you can peek through the hole to see the expanse of his lean body, the warning signals your brain is desperately trying to send you are unfortunately dispelled by the eagerness of wanting to take a second dip. 

“How much do you want me?” 

“Enough,” you reply while staring straight into his eyes.

He wastes no time by pulling out his cock from his sweats as you sit up from your previous position. Cold and hard are the two adjectives you can use to describe the feeling of him tracing his cock along your open lips. But he won’t let you touch him. He won’t let you kiss him. He lets you starve as your eyes flitter between his cock on your mouth and his deceivingly beautiful face as he pumps his cock. And he taps his member on your lips, telling you to open your mouth wider. And you can feel him slip himself through the hole you made, how the veins on the underside feel against the smooth and warm inner part of your lips. You’re hungry. Starving. Basically wishing that he’ll let you close your mouth around him and suck him to the point you’re reminded that he had no soul to begin with. 

So when he commands you to suck, you do as he says. You lick the tip, wetting and coating it with your saliva. Swirling your tongue around the length, you warm up the member in your mouth as more of his salty taste coats your tongue. Then you close your lips around him in a perfect “O” while shifting yourself on your knees so you can take him better. 

You suck, hollowing your cheeks while gliding your mouth along his length. God, how you bend so easily for him. Your eyelids flutter as you continue to take him along his curved length. And moan while your mouth is plugged, a muffled moan of ecstasy when you feel him twitch while sandwiched between your lips. To make matters worse, whenever you look up at him as you edge yourself to take him in further, you see that he looks perfectly composed. 

“Wider, slut,” he tells you while pumping what you can’t take. His hand is on your jaw again, and he squeezes your jaw between his long fingers so that it stays open. Your pool of saliva escapes the corners of your lips and trails along your chin before it drops on Wonwoo’s sheets. And he fucks himself in your mouth by manually moving your head along his length, barely giving you enough time to flatten your tongue against the whole of his length. He pushes his length into your mouth and groans when you gag. 

He fucks your mouth to find satisfaction and get off on your uncomfortableness, watching you moan while struggling to keep up with his pace. His hand leaves your jaw and attaches itself to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of hair as he uses it to swing your head back and forth like the ping pong ball attached to a paddle toy. The two of you know that the rate in which he fucks your mouth is too much for you, yet you find pleasure in being used by the higher being while he fucks your mouth to the sounds of you struggling against his cock and the wet smack of your lips when you spit him out after he comes. You swallow what you have and hurriedly wipe the liquid white off your chin and lips. You watch him tearfully as he finishes with his cock in his hand and his seed on the bedsheets and your thighs. 

“I- I’m sorry,” you stutter as his angry red length bounces in front of your teary eyes. You want to lean in again to put him between your lips before he can punish you. You want him to call you names and make you feel bad about yourself. You want him to pump himself while he looks at you attacking the slit on his tip like how you want him to eat you out. You want to swirl your tongue around the spongy smooth surface before using the tip of your tongue to dig into the area in which his precum emits. 

Your thighs rub together to ease the unsatisfied throb of your core. You need stimulation from him in any way. Just a kiss. A touch. Anything from Jeonghan would probably edge you to completion, but he doesn’t want to help you. And you don’t want to give up this opportunity with him.  

“I’m s-sorry Jeonghan. Jeonghan, I’m sorry. Please…,” you plead as you watch him look down on you with a face of disappointment. You want to physically reach out to him to tell him you’ll do better, to tell him to give you another chance. But you see him take a few steps backwards and you’re sent into a state of frenzied lust and panic. You’ve never been so desperate to please, to complete a request from a man. You’re so deluded by the Devil that it feels as if your entire world will end if you don't please him or hold yourself up to his standards. 

Gone is the man who called you his Angel the first time he met you. In front of you is the Devil who willfully draws you in, who has you stumbling off of your housemate’s bed just so that you can crawl your way over to him in your blissful haze. The more Yoon Jeonghan steps backwards, the more your vision tunnels on his body as you crawl across the bedroom floor, not caring about how uncomfortable the hardwood floor is underneath your palms and your knees. 

When you come to your senses, you realize that it’s a different kind of hardwood underneath your body. Your naked body is displayed on all fours on Jeonghan’s large mahogany office desk like an object on display. You don’t even remember if you had your clothes on in the first place. But it feels as if the Devil suddenly wanted to bring one of the several trinkets he has displayed along his office wall to play with at his desk. You were confident that you could show him how much you’ve changed since you last saw him. Yet he has a way of proving how wrong you are. You’re no match for the Devil, and he intends to keep it that way. And in a way, to be displayed in front of him, it makes you feel as if you’re one of his prized possessions. 

Your eyes watch him as he circles around his desk while he looks you up and down. He’s no longer in his t-shirt and sweats, but in a classic white button-down with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a pair of black tailored slacks. Golden and thin-wired circular glasses sit on the bridge of his nose. Protruding from the top of his head are his red horns. And this time, the long and forked tail that he previously kept hidden swishes behind his back. He brings the length of his long tail up to his left hand before tightly coiling it around the palm of his right hand like a long red rope. And one look from him through his glasses, a satisfying smirk and an arched brow, you know that you’re done for.

He takes the tip of his tail and traces it along your naked body, causing your body to jolt and shudder in response. He uses it like a teacher’s pointing stick, the tip running smoothly along the curvature of your body. He’s purposely toying with you, watching you try not to squirm every time he traces his tail anywhere near your glistening cunt. 

“Do you think it’s too stuffy in here?” He jests while planting himself at the edge of his desk behind your ass. It hits you that you heard this question before, and only now do you realize that the Devil has been playing with you all along. You feel him trace his tail along your cunt, letting a prong trace along your folds as if it were his finger. 

“Fuck!” you gasp out loud. “That was you?”

You feel the stinging pain on your ass after you hear the crisp slap ring into the air. Your stomach tightens as your pussy clenches in response.

“Shut the fuck up Yn,” he grunts. “Cumsluts can’t talk.”

You moan when you feel his tail go underneath a fold, causing your thighs to go weak. But he pulls his tail away from your core to tap it against your outer thigh. Hold yourself up, the action seems to say. So you gather your strength to maintain your position, ignoring the soreness in your knees and the fact that he’s been with you ever since you stepped into “Craig’s” office. When you spread your thighs, your sensitive cunt opens up like a flower in bloom, warm and wet against the stale office air. Jeonghan doesn’t ravish its beauty like how Minghao often does. He doesn’t want to. 

Although your forearms are tired and your thighs burn from exhaustion, your pussy pulsates like it’s its own living entity — full of life and eager to be filled. Right now, only Jeonghan can grant these conditions. And you’re willing to wait even if your horniness drives you mad. 

He firmly grabs your ass, angling it so that your glistening pussy is in full view. 

“From this point on, I’m going to make you scream my name like a requiem made for angels.” He forcefully pulls your ass back so that it’s pressed against his stomach while he leans over your figure so that his mouth is near your left ear. “I’ll ruin you if you try to crawl away. But I’d like to see you try.”

You’re pretty sure you already soaked his shirt in the place where your core was pressed against the fabric. It amazes you how he easily flips your body so that you’re laying flat on his desk with your legs propped up against the wood. Any further back, you would be in a mating press. 

You wonder if he can read your mind, how much you want to ride him up and down his length and for him to coat you so much that you’re left with soft and silken skin. Even if he tied your hands behind your back, you would still go on your knees to unbuckle his belt with your teeth. 

He’s been sensing your urgency since you summoned him. Looking at your sopping cunt and dragging the tip of his tail along your clit, he decides to ease the heat in your stomach by slowly pushing his tail into your core. You moan in response as you slowly adjust to its size, feeling everything from the way it fills your walls to the way it is as smooth as a glass dildo. You shudder at the way he pulls it out of you for a mere second before pushing it back into you, causing your stomach to twitch and your thighs to close around his hand.

He leaves his tail in you while he pries your thigh apart. 

“What’s the use in thinking about mounting my cock if you can’t even keep your legs open? What’s an ego if you can’t even embody it correctly?” he mocks you before bringing down the hand that once held his tail against your heat. The impact feels as hot as the way your arousal burns. You cry out in elated pleasure; one convulsion is enough to push the tail halfway out of you. “Useless excuse of a human,” he laughs at you before grunting as he pushes his tail back inside, twisting it as he plunges it in and out of you. “You’re all talk, yet you bend at the thought of me.” 

Cock-deprived, you clench around his tail as you gasp for air. Your pussy sucks the tail in and refuses to let go, making you mewl for Jeonghan to fuck you hard while he thrusts his tail in and out of you. “Nn-nh. Jeonghan! Ah- Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Use me.” You squeal and moan out loud as your high builds at an incredible speed. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your back arches off the desk and you feel as if you’re levitating. “I’m gonna come.” 

“Come.”

You cream at his command, coating his instrument in a thick and white sheen. Your stomach folds inwards as you whimper from the pleasure. He pulls his tail out of you while coaxing more out of you by lightly tapping your nub as you convulse. Overstimulated, you come another time, babbling his name and telling him how good you feel as you squirt against his slender fingers. 

“Look at you,” he coos. “You made a mess on my table only from my tail. What’s going to happen when you take my cock? You’ve already folded yourself into a fucking fetal positon, Yn.” 

You can feel your liquid drip from your pussy to your ass before it pools on the table underneath you. You feel so relieved and relaxed from your high, but there is still this insatiable need for the Devil to fuck you.

When he does, his cock fills you and squeezes you dry. His head rubs against the top of your walls while his veins work like a ribbed toy — adding more pleasure than you have ever experienced. Fingers digging into your thighs, he pulls out and slams back into you, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. You want to scream out his name as you clench around his length, sucking him in and never wanting to let go. But the image in front of you is a sight to behold, leaving you breathless as you watch it unfold.

You watch him through your half-lidded eyes, the scene of him as he throws his head back. You can see the way he swallows your cum that coats the tail he sucks in his mouth, how his Adam’s apple bobs when the liquid travels down his throat. You’re nothing but an instrument for his pleasure, and he sure knows how to show it. 

He bucks his length into you so that it kisses the deepest parts of you, causing you to gasp and quake in your stomach. And he keeps it there with his legs pressed against your ass and the underside of your thighs. Slowly grinding against you, he revels in how you choke from the size of him and how you clench and unclench as if you’re struggling to hold on. 

He pops the tail out of his mouth, a long string of saliva like a web between the tip of his prong and his tongue. He looks like a character from a lewd illustration, so beautiful yet so deadly. And you find yourself into another dimension as he thrusts further into you, grunting as he watches you scream for him.

“Fuck!,” you scream as you squeeze your eyes shut. “You’re going to tear me apart.”

“Gonna,” he grunts between every thrust, increasing his pace with every word. “Make. You. Feel. Everything.” 

Your entire body trembles with pleasure, your breathing erratic. He continues to thrust into you, talking with his sweet tongue about how your slick and puffy pussy drives him insane. 

“There’s nobody in this world who can fuck like I do,” he reminds you. “Now squeeze me hard as I cum in you. We’re going to be making a new type of liquid.”

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fuma as a crush and bf ₊˚ෆ

crush/bf!fuma x fem!reader 0.7k words requested!

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When fuma has a crush on you, he’d..

(♡•♡) give you small smiles whenever you enter the room, whenever you open your mouth to speak, whenever you make eye contact.. It’s just his way of saying hello without sounding like an idiot. 

(♡•♡) stutter whenever you talk to him. It’s part of the reason why he likes to stick to small smiles. Not because he hates your presence, he just hates the fact that he stutters so much around you, his cheeks burning red as he bats his eyes to the floor, finding his shoes extra shiny

(♡•♡) be protective over you. He likes to call himself subtle, but anyone walking by can see the glares he gives to men when they try to even take a glance at you. You don’t know it yet, but you’re his girl, so no one is going to be looking at you in any type of way >:(

(♡•♡) follow you like a lost puppy. Or should I say, “she said she likes this, so I’m going to do the same thing” knowing good and well he despises whatever action you’re doing. If you decide to put bows in his hair, he’d be cringing on the inside, but hey, at least you’re happy 🤷‍♀️

(♡•♡) confess when you’re trapped inside a run down elevator. Usually fuma would like to keep his feelings to himself, but he hates when he begins to second guess the situation, thinking about all the possible ways something could go wrong. It limits him from being happy, and he hates feeling trapped inside a box. So as you’re sitting there in silence, he’d randomly blurt out the feelings he’s been holding back, finally able to get them off his chest. He doesn’t expect you to like him back, so to say he was a little shocked when you got up and kissed him was an understatement. 

When you’re dating fuma, he’d..

♥‿♥ want to go grocery shopping together! He’d insist on carrying all the baskets and paying for all your purchases, your only job is to point at the things you want so he can get them for you. Likes to socialize when waiting in the checkout line, his arm wrapped around your waist while he pushes your head to his shoulder; he’s not exactly a pda type of guy, but he does crave your warmth from time to time :3

♥‿♥ put his hand on your thigh whenever you’re in a dinner setting. This isn’t to rile you up in any type of way, just like a comforting reminder, chanting the words, “I’m here,” if you somehow manage to forget. He’d also feed you snacks if you’re out on a picnic or something. It honestly reminds me of High School Musical, the scene where Troy and Gabriella are trying to throw grapes into each other's mouths. It’s romantic yet silly, something fuma cherishes.

♥‿♥ want you to go to the gym with him. You don’t even have to work out, he just likes it when you’re watching him do his form. He feels powerful almost, knowing he’s the reason why you drool, which keeps him motivated to do better 😋

♥‿♥ be your #1 supporter. Like I said before, fuma doesn’t like being trapped inside a box, so he’d encourage himself to step out of his shell and face his fears, the same goes for you. He understands why you’re scared, but he wants you to understand that he will be with you every step of the way. When you finally face your fear, fuma would be so proud of you, spending the rest of the day (or week (or month)) spoiling you, celebrating your victory. And if you didn’t, fuma would console you, because at least you tried your hardest, you know?

♥‿♥ nag at you. Fuma is not only your boyfriend.. He’s your mother atp. Nags at you for going outside without a jacket. Nags at you for staying inside and playing pokemon all day. Nags at you for refusing to eat your vegetables – he’d give you one stern look, and right then and there did you know that you messed up. He doesn’t want to seem mean, but he wants you to take care of your health is all :(( 

︴bonus! @kehnarii, i told you were thoughts were in good hands!!

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Ask Masterpost #7 (Admin Asks) -- 3/15/2025

Maybe I should change the posting date of these to Sunday so I stop procrastinating them on Saturdays, LOL.

Anyways, this is the first edition of non-blog focused asks (fun questions, personal questions, etc), so I'm not going to write up a summary since none of this is essential information for submissions or anything like that :).

Since I'm writing it up so late in the day I'm going to post it with my answers, but Mod Rae may update it with their answers so feel free to check back! In the future hopefully I'll be able to write it up in enough time to give them a chance :').

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@foulwinter asked: Ever heard of either of Sonic CD's soundtracks? I grew up with the US soundtrack but I love both of them. I think the war between which soundtrack is silly when you look at it from the perspective of having MORE Sonic CD music

Admin: I have never been a big sonic fan, so I have no horse in this race :'). But I do agree that it's nice to have more soundtrack per soundtrack!

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@pearlhoardingdragon asked: If you had to stick with one family of consoles for the rest of your life, would it be playstation, nintendo, or xbox?

Admin: PC 4 Lyfe (I never had enough money for consoles growing up </3). I'd probably pick Nintendo though, since I like the switch and DS.

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Thoughts on Yoko Shimomura?

Admin: LOVE HER!!! I haven't played a lot of the games she has worked on but from what I've heard from her she is 🔥🔥🔥🔥

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who's your favourite villain in ffxiv?

Admin: The only Final Fantasy villain I know is Sephiroth... and I think he's cute and silly 💔

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stance on Nerdcore video game songs? (Miracle of Sound, Aviators, JT Music, etc) both as submissions and just in general.

Admin: I don't think I have a strong/opinion-worthy stance on any genre of music, because all music that I like regardless of genre is good music. Simple as.

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Would you say you've gotten fulfillment out of starting this project? I remember you have it posted somewhere that you started this blog because you wanted to listen to new music, so what's it been like? Any favorites that stand out?

Admin: Yes!! This has been really fun and ESPECIALLY so since I finally figured out some things to help me maintain it without messing with my insane schedule within the last few months. I definitely need to make a proper list of my favorites but I think my most favorite song that I discovered 100% from submissions alone is #212, Tenebre Rosso Sangue from ULTRAKILL. (this wasn't an anon ask, but I forgot to write the blog name before deleting the ask to clear it from my inbox... </3)

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what is your favourite kind of bread, actually?

Admin: Any flatbread!!!!!! Pita bread, naan, roti, and especially tortillas <-- put it in my mouth

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out of every song posted, do you have a least favourite? if so, what?

Admin: The Ao Oni chase theme (#125) because it scared me.

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thank you for all your hard work hosting this blog. question: has it been fun to discover so many songs through the blog? the level of variety is really cool. out of curiosity, how much of the music would you say you have personally already known before they were submitted?

Admin: I'd say I've probably only heard 5-10% of the songs submitted here before :'). But that just means that this blog is highly effective at helping me find new music!

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my favourite kind of results are what i like to call the penis results. it usually happens when "like it/first time hearing it" gets the lead while "like/sounds familiar" and "don't feel strongly" take like 10-12% each. are there any specific poll results that you've found particularly interesting for any reason

Admin: 1. I'm calling that phenomena penis results now and 2. #689, which has the highest 'Like and Familiar' result of any song at 49.60%. The average % for this category is 19.19%.

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Have you ever gotten a submission on this blog that you’re disappointed more people don’t know?

Admin: EVERY NIER SONG EVER!!!!!!!! GO PLAY NIER REPLICANT RIGHT NOW IT IS 60% OFF UNTIL MARCH 20TH.

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Do you have a series you expected to get a lot of requests for, but haven't?

Admin: There's surprisingly few Persona requests, which I expected to be more popular. There's also one song in particular (not from persona) that I'm surprised I haven't seen yet (not naming it, I don't want to invite inorganic submissions!)

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what is your favorite piece of music outside videogames?

Admin: This is hard because my favorites are pretty much always changing (other than the one song I listen to obsessively multiple times a day, of course) and I can never pick just one anyways... I think I'd have to go with (as of writing this) 'With All Its Complexities' by Kyoumeni from her album 'And Then I Woke Up.'

[riediaries]

part 1

eight am marks the first ever class of your daughter and it's now seven am, satoru's still busy perfecting his daughter's braids.

"ah.. this is so hard." he groans as he brushes her hair to start again.

his daughter looks up to him in the reflection of the mirror she's infront with. seeing her father crouched down on her little mirror to match her height makes her giggle.

"should mommy take over now?" you opened the door.

he chuckles nervously as he eyes you on the door through the mirror. "nah, daddy will finish this in a blink of an eye."

as silly as him is his daughter, she makes a cute face as she blinks and looks at her dad. still struggling to do her requested braid for her first day of school.

"daddy is a liar." she accuses him silly and sticks her tongue out.

this made satoru halt the movements of his fingers on her hair and kiss her cheek. "no, he's not. daddy just loves you too much, baby." he gives her another kiss on the other side of her cheek, paying them equally of his attention.

she giggles at the affection of her father giving her at the moment and turns to you. "mommy, kiss!"

you obeys her and crouches down for your lips to meet her cheeks.

"how many times did daddy make your hair a mess?" you tease him as you question your daughter.

she raises her hand and puts up a three fingers, indicating that satoru is indeed having a rough time braiding her hair.

"what about pigtails, baby? you don't want pigtails anymore?" you suggest to help your husband.

"i want braids so badly." she whines. the similarity is real. satoru also whines when he's not getting what he wants. "i wanna have a curly hair after school!" she exclaims.

"and i want daddy to do it!" she adds.

of course, satoru can't deny his sweet daughter that's why for the past seven days, he tried very hard to practice braiding using your hair.

you even got mad at him one time when he barely untangled the hair he messed up.

you sigh.

sure, satoru is stubborn but her daughter is more than that.

you glance at the clock. it's now seven fifteen, thirty minutes more before the school bus will pick up your daughter.

"you need help, honey?" you ask your husband as he continue to struggle.

he turns his attention to you and smiles. "yes, please." and that became much more easier. mommy knows best, after all.

"it looks... good." you hum and give his back a pat.

he looks at you in horror. "you paused!" he accuses you. "it's not, right? please tell me it's not!" he dramatically hugs you and whines on your ears.

"what? it was not the greatest but you did your best." you scoff and pulls away after hugging him back. "well, at least your daughter loves it." you tell him as he turns to her.

she's busy checking herself out on her mirror, admiring the hair his father and with the help of her mother braided.

"thank you daddy! i love it!" she excitedly put on her backpack as she runs through the door, her school bus waiting for her by their gate.

"uh-huh. where's mommy and daddy's kiss, young lady?" you point at your cheek as you crouches down at her level.

she runs back to the both of you and give each of your cheeks a quick kisses but for satoru, he can't release his daughter just like that.

he hugs her as he pepper her face little and little kisses. on the side of your eye, you can see his hand sneaking on her backpack.

you raise your eyebrow at the activity, eyeing warily your husband.

"be a good girl, okay? and don't tell mommy this."

he kisses her once again before letting her run off to the bus.

"bye mommy! bye daddy!" she waves both of her hand for the both of you. of course, you also wave your hand to exchange goodbyes.

it was your now turn to question him.

"what was that?" you give him a stare that made his body freezes up but he plays it well.

"i may or may not sneaked a chocolate bar on her bag." he cheekily said.

"what?!" your eyes widened. "sato—"

"it was to console her about her hair, okay?" he gives you a quick kiss on the lips and runs off to the door.

you could only mutter sigh and went inside the house, thinking of how will you hide the sweets from now on.

[moriitis]

Cool, now write an angst about his reaction be if their child died into early childhood years-

(Should probably name myself...🫐/🔮 Anon or something like that)

LEAVE THIS MAN ALONE.

Forgive me for the crimes I am about to commit.

MASTERLIST.

CONTEXT 1.

CONTEXT 2.

Content/Warnings; child loss, death of a child, descriptions of a corpse, depression, suicide, anxiety, mentions of vomit, murder, funerals, self inflicted harm, drownings.

It was a freak accident. He looked away for two seconds, no, no.. less than that. He wasn't sure, it seemed nothing more than a millisecond and as soon as the turned back - the child was gone. Toby understood games, hide and seek being the favourite game amongst him and his child.

"Where ya hidin'?" he called out, expecting a little giggle to emerge from behind the tree to his nearest left. But when all that followed was silence, a sinking feeling in his gut emerged. Shit, maybe the kid had just gotten better at hiding? So, settling the chunk of wood down and his hatchet beside the pile of fresh logs he had hammered down, he stepped toward the tree.

The brunette creeped at first, wanting to scare his child a little as he almost tiptoed between sticks and shrubbery below him. The idea of catching the kids face, the little yelp and giggle that followed after only exciting him more.

Only, when he turned the corner harshly, pouncing almost with a little 'boo!' that followed suite, confusion was plain across his features. The kid wasn't there and now, just ever so slowly, he could feel his pulse quicken.

"Alright.." Toby uttered, a little flabbergasted in total honesty at the skill his child had managed to acquired over night. "Where are ya?" he called out again, glancing around his shoulder and scanning the forest line ahead of him. Perhaps the kid wandered off, saw a butterfly or feather that interested them. With the silence, his anxiety only nipped further away at his being as he rubbed his chest with the palm of his hand - trying to soothe his heart that was rapidly picking up the pace.

It wasn't all quiet - no, for the rushing lake beside him bubbled and spluttered against each rock that peppered along the water itself. The water wasn't dangerous, per say; but for any child that didn't know how to swim, it's current was violent and unwelcoming.

And that's when Toby's anxiety really began to bubble and quickly he rushed around each tree in the area, calling out the child's name in a calm, collected manner - the undertones of his anxiety evident in each waver and strain on his voice box.

"This ain't funny!" Toby called out helplessly. "Look, kid - you win!" he threw his hands up, surrounding, but no child emerged and as time ticked on, that overwhelming urge to vomit only increased.

'The water isn't that deep, it's not- I can swim, it's only-'

Fuck! The kid was just fucking there! Sat behind him, playing with pebbles! He looked away, one fucking second!

Now he was scanning the water, eyes desperate and heart aching as reality began to slap him further and further into madness. Losing the kid, what would he say to you? How could he come home.. without the fucking kid?!

He couldn't care about his clothes as he dove straight into the water, feeling for anything child like under the murky water. Calling out the kids name, trying to find something that looked like a body - as much as he didn't want to.

But minutes ticked on to hours and there was no sign of the kid. Toby too distraught to even consider walking back home to tell you, god forbid it, no - then that would be him admitting defeat. So he dropped to his knees for a moment to calm his thoughts, to try and think things through. Every parental thought and instinct within him screaming to get up and look for his damned child!

Toby just knew, a sick, twist in his gut that told him everything.

So, with his head down and chin tucked to his chest, he trudged home, childless. He could barely form the words to you, could barely console you as you collapsed onto the wooden flooring of the cabin, screaming. He knew you hated him and right now, he hated himself more than anything because how could he let this happen?

A search was conducted within seconds, Slender heard the screams from a mile away and sensed something was wrong. Everyone was on board to find the child, to check the water, any trees. Jack using the kids shirt as scent while he tracked along the river edge, the darkness being nothing unusual for him.

You could barely find yourself leaving the cabin to look but as far as you were concerned, you were still a mother. Perhaps the toddler just got lost, everything would be okay. It would be fine. With flashlight in hand, Toby on your shoulder and fighting tears, you both stepped along the stream. The both of you walked for so long that the ache in your legs were nothing compared to the pain you felt in your heart. You should be home, reading a bedtime story to the kid.

Then Jack stopped, hands dropping to his sides as a smell filled his lungs. A smell you wouldn't be able to smell yet.. but a smell a bloodthirsty demon could.

There, by the waters edge, was the child. Pale, lips blue, bobbing slightly against the beat of the water.

It wasn't real, it wasn't true, but the child had the same nose as you.. the same, beautiful eyes as Tobys' which were half lidded and staring off into the distance.

The days that followed was a blur. That night was a blur. All you could remember was holding a cold, stiff child to your chest and crying out into the star riddled night.

The funeral was small, fitting for such a small child. It took a lot of convincing for Toby to come out the bedroom to attend it. The death hitting him a lot harder than you. He trudged out looking.. deflated, lost, not even a spell of anger in his eyes as he couldn't bare to even look at you.

You buried the child behind the cabin, in a little meadow with butterflies and flowers. The meadow you sat in a lot with the child and Toby, making flower crowns in the summer, snowmen in the winter.

What a cruel, cruel world.

When Toby lost the kid, he lost a part of himself too. Which is ironic really because when the kid was born, a part of Toby came back and now, that part of him died with the child. He spent a lot of time sleeping, rotting away and barely able to dress himself. Some nights you awoke to him crying, other nights you awoke to him just staring at the ceiling. You felt the pain, the hurt, but that sadness radiated off him in waves that felt suffocating.

Encouraging him to go out was.. hopeless. Toby went through different fits of grief, rage, anger, sadness and guilt and it ate away at him every single day.

It ate away at him so much that he slit his wrists one night while you were asleep. It was another failed attempt and so when he got stitched up, he disappeared for months on end. A part of you fearing that maybe he went and succeeded elsewhere.

But no, he just directed a lot of his anger out on other people instead. So much so that Slender had to tell him to back off the killings a little.

The kids bedroom collected dust, untouched toys with stories that would never be spoken of again. As for Toby? He disappeared. Both of them being nothing but a painful, broken memory.

yikes srry i rushed this because i crave sleep.

anyway, big up toby for losing his child. father of the year award?

[ripdragonbeans]

Love In The Darkest Of Places // Modern!Aemond x Reader

Chapter 2: The Aftermath and the Sapphire

Summary: After Aemond is permanently injured, you take it upon yourself to help him.

Warnings: hospital setting, talk of loss of body part

Masterlist

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Somewhere after the second hour, Alicent called Criston Cole, her new husband, to bring over blankets, books and Aegon’s Nintendo Switch. He had work later that evening so he wasn’t able to stay. Between the books and the game console, you, Helaena, and Aegon were thoroughly distracted. Cozied up in your blankets, you passed the time talking, reading, and watching Aegon play his game. The hardest thing for Aegon was to watch his mouth. Alicent chastised him when he swore the first time. 

Two hours passed. Then three. Then four.

“Ughhh what's taking so long?” Aegon complained.

“The doctors said they had to go in and do an emergency surgery since it was his eye that got cut,” explained Alicent. “I don't know exactly how long the surgery is going to take but I don't want to leave. I'm sure Criston wouldn't mind picking you up and taking you home. We've been here a long time.”

Aegon twiddled his thumbs. “No, it's okay. I wanna stay here.”

“You can always take a nap,” Alicent offered to her son.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe.” He looked over at you and Helaena. “Do you want to go home?”

You shook your head. “Absolutely not. I'm waiting for Aemond.” 

“I'd like to stay, too,” said Helaena.

Alicent nodded her head as she looked at all of you. “It's settled then. We'll stay here.”

Four hours later, Alicent was called to the back to get Aemond. She rolled him out on a wheelchair and brought him to you, Helaena, and Aegon. Even though the white gauze over his left eye covered most of the stitches, you could still see a few poking out.

“Hey, brother,” Aegon was the first to approach him. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel weird,” Aemond slurred out.

Alicent put a hand on Aemond’s shoulder. “The anesthesia is still in his system so he's not feeling one hundred percent.”

“Luke cut me, mother,” Aemond whispered.

Alicent tried to hold back her sob but you heard it. You still couldn't believe that Luke cut him like that. No one was actually supposed to get really hurt. A few bruises here and there maybe. A small cut and a splinter, too. Surgery, though? That never should have happened.

“It's my fault,” Aegon croaked out. There were silent tears streaming down his face. “I was the one who suggested we play stick fight.”

“No, it's not your fault, Aegon,” you tried to reassure him. “It was Luke. All the blame is on him.”

“I hate them,” whispered Helaena. “I'll never forgive them.”

Alicent stepped in. “Now, now. Let's wait until we get home to talk about this. We shouldn't be discussing this here.”

The three of you nodded while Aemond still sat there quietly. Alicent rolled out Aemond in front of the rest of you while you all followed behind. When you got to the car, you and Aegon helped Alicent get Aemond out of the wheelchair and into the car.

“I'll be right back. I need to return this,” said Alicent.

For a few moments it was just you and your best friends in the car.

“I'll get them back one day, brother,” Aegon told you all. 

“And I will never love them,” you added. “No one hurts my friends.”

All Aemond could do was hum. His head lolled slightly to the side as he listened to the three of you talk. Slowly, he pulled down the sun visor and opened it to reveal the small mirror. He used it to look at you guys and smile every now and then since he couldn't turn around to quite hold a conversation.

When Alicent returned to the car, silence fell amongst you all. It was a tense ride back to the house. You all knew that the ones to blame were Luke and Jace but you couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible. Guilt settled in your stomach. Maybe if you had a better relationship with your brothers everything would be fine. Maybe if you weren’t so close to Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond he wouldn't have gotten hurt.

When you arrived at the house, all of you piled out to help Aemond. He was still woozy from the anesthesia and couldn't walk straight. Carefully, the group of you led him to his room. After Alicent tucked him in, each of you wished him goodnight.

“Can I stay here?” You asked Alicent once you were back in the living room. The implication you'd stay with them forever. You were curled up next to her. She had always been a mother figure for you.

“I'm not so sure, sweetie,” she admitted.

“Can I at least stay the night?”

Alicent sighed and gave you a small squeeze. “Yes, but you have to go back tomorrow. I'm not going to steal you from your parents.”

“They wouldn’t notice if you did.”

“I think they'd take legal action, sweetie.”

“That's stupid. They don't even care about me.”

“Don't say that,” Alicent tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “They do love and care for you, just in their own way.”

You sighed, not wanting to fight. “Okay.”

“Come, let's get you tucked in for bed. I’ll get your extra clothes.”

Alicent helped you get up from the couch and gave you a quick hug before going to get your things. Because you spent a lot of time here, Alicent asked your mother to send over extra clothes. It took a while for her to bring them but she did so eventually.

“Mrs. Alicent?” You asked her as she brought in your clothes into the extra room you were sleeping in. “Do you know why my mother treats me like this?”

“She’s…” Alicent struggled to find the right word. “...Jealous. We were very close when we were younger. Very close. But when we stopped talking to each other it was a bad falling out. I can only assume that your mother is jealous of you fitting in perfectly with our family.”

“She's told me she's only wanted boys before.”

 “Your mother always dreamed of having boys. Why? I don't know.” She sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to her. “Our friendship had already crumbled a bit when she had Jace and Luke but I remember her being absolutely in love with them.”

“Do you remember me?”

Alicent paused. She didn't want to tell you but knew you deserved to know the truth. “Your mother held you and cared for you well when you were a baby but I could tell she put in less effort with you.”

You settled yourself under the blankets of the bed and curled up.

“I'm so sorry, sweetie.”

“I never did anything to her.”

“No,” Alicent agreed. “You didn't.” She sighed. “But know that I love you and I will take care of you as much as I can. You are always welcome here, my dear.”

A lump formed in your throat and tears began to track down your face. You couldn't find the right words to fully explain how much that meant to you. How much this family meant to you. So, instead of words, you hugged Alicent with all your might. When she began to rub your back you let out a sob and soon found yourself crying into her chest.

After a few minutes, you were able to calm down. Sniffling, you looked up at Alicent with bloodshot eyes. 

“I think I'm going to sleep now,” you told her.

“That's a very good idea, sweetie.” She leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “Sleep tight, my dear.” And with that, she left.

In your dream, you re-lived Aemond losing his eye over and over again. Each time you were frozen. Each time you couldn't do anything. All you could do was watch as Luke carved into his face. Even your screams didn't work in your dreams. Jace would be there sometimes, too. He'd be next to Luke and laugh.

“See what you did to your friend?” Dream Jace spat out. “It’s your fault he lost an eye.”

Aegon and Helaena appeared next to Jace. They spoke in unison. “Leave us alone,” they said. “We don't want you anymore.” 

Your brothers and Aegon and Helaena laughed at you as they turned around and faded into a mist. All that was left was you and Aemond.

“I hate you,” he said.

Then you woke up.

Cold sweat covered your body. Something told you it wasn’t even morning; you just didn’t sleep long. You couldn’t. Even after you had woken up, you just stayed under the covers for what felt like hours. You couldn’t face the possibility of your dream coming true. It terrified you. If Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond left you, you would have no one. You’d be all alone.

There was a quiet knock on the door. 

“Are you awake?” It was Aemond.

At the sound of his voice, you immediately crossed to the door. “You should be resting,” you told him. 

The gauze over his eye shone brightly against the moonlight. He shuffled around a bit. “Once I started feeling more awake I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

You nodded your head. For a while the two of you stood there in the doorway, not quite knowing what to do. 

“Is anyone else awake?” you asked him.

Aemond shook his head. “I don’t think so.” 

Again, the two of you just stared at each other.

“Wanna come in since we both can’t sleep?” you offered.

A smile ghosted his face. “I’d like that.”

Moving out of the doorway, you let Aemond in. You hopped on the bed and waited for Aemond. He was moving slowly. His hands were outstretched to feel around his surroundings. For a moment you had forgotten the loss of his eye. 

“Aemond, I’m so sorry! Let me help you!” You quickly hopped off the bed and went over to him. You turned on the light to make it easier for him to see. 

The light was bright but your eyes quickly adjusted. Taking one of Aemond’s hands, you led him to the bed, careful to guide him along the way. When you got to the bed, you placed both of his hands on the sheets. From there he was able to guide himself and sit on it. Once Aemond was seated you plopped down next to him.

“How do you feel?” you asked quietly.

“I…I don’t know. Weird, I guess,” he replied. “It feels like my eye is just covered up. When I blink I can tell there’s nothing there to move. It’s all just unreal, I guess.”

“I hate that this happened to you.” You moved a hand to cover his. “I will never forgive my brothers for this.”

“You shouldn’t do that. They’re family.”

“They may be family but they don’t treat me like I’m part of it. You guys treat me better than mine ever has.”

Aemond sighed. “I wish you didn’t have to go through that.”

“Don’t pity me, Aemond.”

“And don’t pity me. I fought for your honor and I think I honored you well.”

You chuckled. “You sound like some fancy knight.”

He bumped your shoulder with his. “Maybe I am.”

You removed your hand from his and placed it over your heart. “Oh, Aemond. Having you as my knight in shining armor would be a dream come true,” you dramatically said.

He looked you straight in the eye the best he could. “I’m serious. I don’t want anyone to hurt you like your brothers and parents do.”

Your hand dropped from your chest. “Oh, Aemond.”

He suddenly flinched and covered the gauze with a hand. “It hurts,” he whined.

As soon as those words left his lips you wrapped your arms around him. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

You weren’t sure what the future held for both of you but you know you wanted Aemond by your side. Together, you could get through this thing called life.

Over the next few months, you had designated yourself as Aemond’s personal assistant. You spent even more time at their house, much to your parents’ dismay. Luckily, they were unbothered enough not to stop you. Whenever you’d tell them you were going to see Aemond they’d either roll their eyes or make a snide comment about how you’ve changed families. It stung, especially when they’d say something instead of saying nothing. At least with the lack of response you could pretend that maybe they do care. When they opened their mouths, however, it was clear that wasn’t the case.

Even with Aemond needing a lot of help, your positivity and support for him never wavered. Some days it was as though nothing had happened. You would crack jokes, watch tv, and play games just like you used to. Well, almost like you used to. Simple things became hard for Aemond to do on his own but you both adapted well. You were always quick to help him figure out how to do something. Arguably, you helped him more than his mother and step father did. Not that they didn’t care, of course. You just were always first in line to help him. One thing that was really hard, though, was the pain. 

“On a scale of one to ten, how are you feeling?” you asked Aemond on a particularly rough day. You sat across from him on his bed.

“...Five,” he said.

“I can tell when you’re lying, Aemond. Your tell is when you pick at your fingernails.”

Aemond sighed. “Seven.”

“That sounds about right. You’ve been holding your left side more and your face hasn’t been so good at hiding the pain.”

“Maybe for you, but I can hide it from other people,” he argued.

“And why would you want that?”

“So they don’t pity me.”

You crossed your arms and scooted closer to him. “It’s not a bad thing for people to pity you.”

“Well, I don’t want it - agh!” He clutched his left side again.

“I’m going to get you some of those pain pills,” you said as you hopped off the bed.

“No! I’m fine,” Aemond insisted.

“No, you’re not. Just lay down while I go grab them.” As you left the room, you heard some grumbling but soon the soft flop of someone laying down.

As you made your way downstairs, you bumped into Helaena.

“How’s he doing?” she asked you.

“He’s hurting a little more than usual.”

Helaena began wringing her hands. “I just wish I could do more. You’re already doing most of the work.”

“It’s okay, Helaena. I like helping him.”

A sly smile spread across her face. “It doesn’t have to do with that little crush you have, does it?”

“No! I mean yes! I mean, ugh. I want to help him because I care about him, crush or no crush.” You sighed and looked down. “But I do like being around him,” you mumbled.

“Ha! I knew it!”

You shushed Helaena. “I’m just trying to get his medicine.”

“Okay, okay, okay.” She led you to the cupboard that held all his medicine. 

When he had first gotten out of surgery and you talked to Alicent, she told you that Aemond would most likely be in pain the rest of his life. It broke your heart to hear that. It was then that you made the decision to be as helpful as you could. Because you were in their home more often than usual, Alicent asked that more of your things be kept at the house. Rhaenyra was more than happy to hand everything over. 

“It’s like you’re moving out,” she told you. “I didn’t think the day would come so soon but here we are.”

“I’m not leaving forever, mother,” you said. “I just want to help Aemond more.”

“Yes, yes. You want to take care of your other family,” she waved you away. “Just don’t be loud whenever you come back.”

Despite knowing why your mother treated you the way she did, it still hurt when she dismissed you. All you ever wanted was to be loved. You still didn't quite understand why she would put the blame on her only daughter. Daemon wasn't much better either. He followed after Rhaenyra in treating you. He focused more on Jace and Luke. He even took them under his wing when it came to dog training. Daemon would take them out for agility and obedience training; something you wished you were included in. One thing you've always resented was how your mother never got you your own dog. Jace had Vermax and Luke had Arrax. You were the only one in your family without a dog. It was another reason to keep you ostracized.

Walking back up to Aemond’s room, which has been moved downstairs, you thought all about your family. It didn't make sense to you so you did your best to replace them with this family you were with now.

“Aemond, I have the pain meds!” You called from outside the door.

Once you heard a small “come in,” you pushed your way inside the room. Aemond was laying down with a pillow over his face.

“Is it hurting more?” You asked him as you stepped closer to him.

“It aches,” he told you. He sounded weak.

“Here, I have your pain meds and then you can take a nap, okay?”

Aemond pushed the pillow off his face and sat up. “But that means you'll go back home.”

“I won't, I promise. I'll hang out with Helaena and Aegon.”

He gave you a bit of a side eye but took the medicine from you eventually. After tucking him back in his bed, you kept your promise and didn’t leave. You sat there at his bedside as he fell asleep and even lingered after he had. There was always a tug when it came to Aemond. Something that kept you from leaving him. Whatever it was, you followed and trusted it.

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A year and a half had passed. While Aemond has improved significantly, he struggled every now and then with day to day life. Pain still pestered him, but not as badly as it was when he was first injured. But the bouts of pain that came randomly caused great pain. Now, he wore an eye patch. His mother suggested getting a prosthetic eye but Aemond said he didn’t want to scare anyone with an off-looking eye. Instead, he chose his simple eye patch.

“I want to give him something, Hel. I really do. Something that is important; meaningful, even.” You told your friend as you walked downtown.

Walking up and down the streets of downtown King’s Landing has always been a favorite pastime of yours, especially with your friends. Looking around at the products of various artisans brought you joy. The art was always so beautiful.

“What about a little thing to say you love him?” Joked Helaena.

You blushed. “Shut up.”

“I’m only half joking.”

Your crush on Aemond hadn’t phased out, even though you thought it would. If anything, your feelings for him were even stronger. His smile, something that seemed to be reserved for you, made your heart flutter. His touch sent butterflies to your stomach. His laugh was contagious , always encouraging you to join in. Just the thought of it was enough to make color rise to your cheeks.

As you and Helaena browsed the works of art, a beautiful sapphire caught your eye. “Hel, look at this.”

The beautiful velvet blue gem sparkled in the sunlight. It even had a companion necklace.

“It wouldn’t match his eye,” you said, “but he would look dazzling.”

“You want to get him something for his eye? You know he doesn’t mind wearing the eye patch.”

“It doesn’t have to be for his eye. Maybe just for him to keep,” you shrugged. You liked the thought of giving him something as priceless as this. “How much is this?” you asked the vendor.

The vendor was an old woman with a kind smile. “And what do you plan on doing with this gem and necklace? You seem a little young to be purchasing priceless jewels.”

“I, um,” you became flustered. “It’s for a friend.”

The old woman hummed. “You must care for this friend a lot.”

“She does!” interrupted Helaena. She coughed and lowered her voice to a regular speaking tone. “I mean yes, she does. Very much.”

“Oh, young love,” the old woman sighed. “What bliss.”

You prompted the old woman again. “How much is this?”

“For you, dear, ten copper pennies.”

You sighed in relief. Ten copper pennies you could do. As you began to pull out the money, Helaena stopped you.

“Let me pay for half.”

“Helaena, I can’t let you do that. I have the money to pay for this, I promise.”

“I insist. Please, you’ve done so much for him, for us. Let me pay half.”

You looked at Helaena, trying to find some sort of reason not to take her offer yet you found none. “Okay.”

Helaena squealed as she pulled out five copper pennies and put them in your hand. You took the money and passed it to the old woman. She had already wrapped up the necklace and gem carefully in some paper and put them in a cushioned box just to be safe.

“I hope he likes it, my dear,” she said.

You gave her a smile as you took the gift from her. “Thank you.”

As you and Helaena made your way back to the house, you couldn’t help but flush at the thought of giving the gem to him.

“Are you getting nervous?” Helaena asked you.

“I mean, a little bit.” You flexed and unflexed the hand that wasn’t holding the gems. 

Helaena bumped your shoulder with hers. “You’ll be fine, I promise.”

Entering the house, you went your separate ways; Helaena to her room and you to Aemond’s.

Arriving at Aemond’s door, you hesitantly knocked on it. “Aemond? Can I come in?”

Aemond’s door opened, revealing him with a slight grimace on his face.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just a little bit of pain. Nothing new, you know?”

You gave him a small smile and held out the bag. “I got you something. Well, I got us something.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” His eye went wide.

“But I wanted to. Now, are you going to open it?”

He gently took the bag from you. “I guess I will.” He moved over to his bed and invited you to sit next to him.

Nervousness jumped up your throat and your hands became slightly clammy. What if he didn’t like it?

As Aemond went to open one of the boxes you stopped him. “Wait! Yours is the other one.” 

He laughed. “Does it matter?”

“Yes, because you need to see mine after you see yours.”

“Okay, okay.” Aemond moved to the other box and began to unwrap it.

“Be careful, it’s very delicate.”

“Relax, I’m not Aegon,” he joked.

As he finished unwrapping the gift, he revealed the shining blue sapphire. His eye went big upon seeing it; his mouth agape. “You got me a gem?”

“A sapphire,” you corrected him. “I know you didn’t want a prosthetic eye so I figured why not something better. Now open the other one.”

Aemond smiled at you as he began to open the other gift. “A necklace?”

“For me, of course. We can match.” Your heart began to flutter.

“We can match,” he echoed in a soft voice. “This is…this is beautiful.” He put down the necklace next to the gem and tackled you in a hug. “This is the best thing anyone has ever given me.”

“We’re friends forever, right?” you said to him once you pulled out of the hug.

Aemond’s face fell a tiny bit but he immediately brought it back up again. It was quick, you almost missed it, but you knew him better than anyone else.

You tilted your head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m still in shock.” He gave you a hesitant smile.

“Will you put the necklace on me?” you asked him.

A blush began to color his face. “Yeah, yeah, of course.”

You turned around and let Aemond bring the necklace over your head and hook it behind your neck. It was almost intimate. After he had secured the necklace, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Forever, Aemond. I promise I’m with you forever.”

Aemond buried his face in your neck. “Forever.”

[deathworlders-of-e24]

Thomas, Engineer

Part 2

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Roomba stood on top of the console as Thomas lay supine below it, working on the wiring above his face, with only his legs sticking out. One of the control stations on the bridge had blown a circuit so he’d been called up to make repairs, crawling under it like it was a normal work desk. Captain Skitch, a insectoid Mergal man, stood off to the side, observing.

“So tell me again, why not have the service drone do this?” The captain asked.

“He’s busy, sir. I need him to push a button and tell me when the other buttons light up.”

“Beep.”

[Request: game pad]

“We got a job to do buddy, you can play later okay?” Thomas said as he twisted two wires together. “Alright, try it now.”

Roomba walked across the control panel and stepped on the flashing button. The rest of the console came to life, lights flashing on and the screen rebooting.

“Beep.”

[Confirmation: Command station is operational]

“Cool, thanks buddy.” Thomas wormed his way out from under the station, dusting himself off once back on his feet. “All fixed Captain, you should be good to go.”

“Good work ensign.” Skitch clapped him on the shoulder and returned to his captain’s chair.

“And you,” Thomas said, turning to the little droid, “thank you for the help Roomba.”

“Beep.”

[Acknowledged]

“Beep.”

[Request: game pad please]

“Oh, good manners buddy. Here you go.” Thomas dug the pad out of the pocket of his jumpsuit and gave it back to the droid. Roomba climbed back into Thomas’s work bag and continued from where he’d left off, the game pad’s tune muffled from the fabric. Thomas grabbed his kit and headed back down to the maintenance decks. He nodded to the other human in the room, Security Chief Ducane, Danny he thought his name was. They nodded back. Seemed like a cool guy. Maybe he’d ask to have lunch or something one of these days.

As he walked down the hall, the two Padrino caught him at the junction.

“Hey Sixer, Mace, how you guys doing?”

“Greetings, Human Thomas. We are functioning nominally, however we do request you explain again why you are trying to change our designations with these…nicknames.”

“Oh, I’m sorry guys, your names are just really long and kinda clunky.” Thomas pointed to the unit on the left. “Like I know your name is actually Unit H663K67Q6 so I just shortened it to Sixer, and yours is Unit M124C11E9 so I called you Mace.” Thomas looked at them for a second. “If you don’t like them I can stop, and I can just use your real names.”

The two robots were quiet for a moment. The lift chimed and the doors opened. The group walked in and asked for the ‘Maintenance deck, please.’ Behind him, Thomas could hear their odd machine language, and guessed they were ‘whispering’ to each other. It sounded like the time his laptop fell in the kitchen sink.

“We are not offended at the use of the ‘nicknames’. We were unaware that our designations were inconvenient for others. It has been logged in our memory now.”

“If the use of these new designations will improve efficiency, then we will allow their use.”

“Really? Thanks you guys, really. I just didn’t want you to think I was being a jerk, you’re kind of the first friends I’ve got on this ship, besides Roomba.” Thomas patted his bag.

They ‘whispered’ again in their machine code.

“Another question, Human Thomas. How were you able to differentiate us a moment ago? We have the same unit design.”

The lift dinged again and the door opened. They started off towards the maintenance locker room.

“Really? You look totally different to me. Sixer has shinier plates on his arms and torso, and Mace, your antenna has these zigzags in it that Sixer doesn’t have. Theres some other stuff too, but it’s not that hard if you pay attention.”

The Padrino stopped and looked at each other.

“He is correct. Reflection variance acknowledged.”

“Agreed. Antenna alignment noted.”

They turned back to Thomas, who was just chuckling. “It’s like twins seeing the differences in each other for the first time, this is cool.”

“Twins: identical offspring born at virtually the same time and share most genetic markers. This is what you are referring to, correct?”

“Yeah, exactly. My nieces are twins, everyone is amazed I can tell them apart. Totally different kids, I tell them.”

The group made their way into the Maintenance Hub, past the locker room. From there, water purification, air cleaning, WARP core fuel injectors, every major system ran through this junction. Thomas liked it in here. The Bridge might be the brain of the ship, but this was the heart, and they were the doctors keeping it beating.

Off to the side, Thomas saw Simms the Gally turn and go the opposite way. He motioned in the same direction.

“Thanks again for stopping that Gally guy from getting Roomba and me, I’d hate for anything to happen to him.”

“The Gally’s actions would have set an anomalous baseline in our observations of you,” Sixer said.

“What does that mean?”

“You would have been…upset,” Mace replied.

“Aw, thanks guys. You’re the best,” Thomas said. “Say thanks Roomba.”

The BEEP was muffled, but the translator picked it up.

[Assistance acknowledged]

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It was Thomas’s turn to go outside the ship to do repairs. A ship on its maiden voyage always had a few screws loose, one of which was on a port side window seam. It was leaking a little oxygen, so someone had to go out and get it. A whole section of the ship had to be evacuated because of it. Even a small leak could compromise the integrity of the hull, in a worst case scenario cause explosive decompression. Which is not great in anyone’s opinion.

He’d left Roomba in the capable care of Sixer and Mace, who assured him they’d ‘look after his best buddy.’ He had to go up several decks to the Security Division to get out an air lock, and walking around in the heavy space suit was exhausting. The thing must’ve weighed 100 lbs! Not to mention the kit he was lugging around. Humans had made it all the way to deep space and still didn’t put wheels on all the heavy objects it took to get there.

Thomas was almost to the security check point when the door opened. Someone from the Sed race came rushing out, heading his way. Their uniform said they were part of the security team, so maybe they were coming to help him?

Probably not. The were barreling towards him so fast, Thomas had to shuffle out of the way to avoid getting knocked over.

“Dude, watch it,” Thomas said, struggling to keep the kit up. The Sed just glared at him.

“Stay out of the way, human,” they practically snarled, making the hairs on the back of Thomas’s neck stand up. Neither of them said anything else as the Sed man passed by and down the hall.

“What the hell was that about?” Thomas said once the Sed was out of sight. He’d have shrugged if the suit he was wearing wasn’t so damn heavy.

Eh screw it, got stuff to do, he thought. Thankfully there was a nice Quintin girl at the security check, Coola, who was kind enough to help him get the suit helmet on and hand him his tools once he was in the air lock.

“Thank you so much, that was really nice of you,” Thomas said, shaking her hand warmly.

“Oh it’s no problem. Truth be told, I actually volunteered when I heard it was another human coming to do the repairs. We all think Chief Ducane is wonderful, so I wanted to meet the rest of you humans too.”

“His name is Danny right? I’m glad he’s a cool guy, maybe I’ll come by security sometime, say hi to everyone.”

Coola nodded enthusiastically before ducking out of the doorway. The air lock doors whirred closed, locking him in. An automated voice sounded in the speaker of his helmet, giving a countdown to the outer door opening.

3…

2…

1…

Thomas didn’t think he’d ever get used to the sound of all the air in a room rushing out into a vacuum. He’d been on space walks before, but the sheer absence always made him very uncomfortable.

He clicked on the magnetic boots he was wearing and began the 100 meter trek to the blown seam. He could see it just past a cluster of communications antenna, leaking gases out of the ship. Thomas headed in that direction.

He was making good time. Realistically he could be out there for hours without worry, the tanks in the suit could give him enough oxygen to last the rest of the cycle if he really wanted to sand bag his work out there, but given that out there was filled with nothing, Thomas wanted to wrap this up as quickly as possible.

He’d made it about 3/4 of the way to his destination, right at the communication array, when suddenly his ear piece started acting funny. At first it was just hissing and popping a little, then it started squealing, like microphone feedback right in his ear. Couldn’t take it off, space suit, helmet, needed to breath or he’ll die, but what the hell was this sound? His translator doubled as a radio now, sure, but what out here could be giving him this much interference? It couldn’t be picking up any chatter from the array, could it? That section of equipment was for long distance communication only, controlled by a special console right below it. Especially not with maintenance so close to it, this whole section of the ship was supposed to be empty until the leak was patched, standard procedure. Someone would have to be in that communication center to be using that array.

So who’s making the long distance call?

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Thomas made it back to the air lock after the patch was in place and he’d doubled checked the seal. No more leak, and he was happy to come back aboard the Noah. The ship felt nice and cozy after the deep dark emptiness of space. Thomas had hot cocoa on the brain.

As he made his way back to the Maintenance deck, he thought again about that rogue signal that almost deafened him. If it was the array, somebody would’ve had to get onto the locked down deck while everyone else was gone and into the long distance communication center. If it was the array, of course. It could just be his ear piece malfunctioning for all he knew. But he did know, his ear piece was fine, he’d even just gotten it upgraded by…

Thomas walked a little faster.

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“Beep.”

[Request: game pad please]

“Yeah I missed you too buddy,” Thomas said, patting the little robot on the head before forking over the game. “Everything okay while I was gone guys?”

Thomas had practically ran all the way down to the locker room, didn’t even wait for the lift, he’d just jumped down the stairs. Once he’d made it onto the maintenance deck, he’d spotted the group of 3 robots sitting off to the side. It was almost end of shift it seemed, Sixer and Mace were already plugged in to recharge.

“Entity designated Roomba has performed an adequate job and number of tasks. He was also sufficiently helpful to us as well.”

“Good, I’m glad. Thanks for watching him while I went outside.”

Thomas sat down and watched Roomba scurry through a digital maze on the pad.

“Hey, while I was out there, something weird happened, and I wanted to ask you guys if you could help me.”

“Please elaborate, Human Thomas,” said Mace.

“Well I was out by the long distance array, and something almost fried my ear piece while I was out there. I was hoping you guys could take a look at it sometime, maybe see if there’s anything left of it, or see if the thing is just busted or something.” Thomas rubbed his temple. His head still hurt from the noise.

“Of course, Human Thomas,” said Sixer, “but we’d have to acquire the correct tools. The upgrade we gave to you was merely a simple patch, but to retrieve signal data such as you are describing would require the correct approach.”

“In the meantime, might we suggest informing the captain of the signal? I believe Captain Skitch would be more than capable of answering your concerns.”

“Nah, I don’t want to start a fuss over nothing, if it is nothing. And if it’s not…well it’s probably best to have something to show him, right?”

“Your reasoning is sound. We can take a look at it during the next cycle, if you wish,” Mace said. “For now, we need to recharge or risk occurring a fault.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course guys. You two get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow anyway. Good night fellas,” Thomas said as he picked up Roomba and set him in his bag.

“Rest well, Human Thomas,” the 2 Padrino said in unison.

Totally twins, Thomas thought, smiling. Hopefully a night of sleep would calm his nerves. Maybe some games would help him relax too. He could try to teach Roomba to play something other than PAC-MAN, though he wasn’t sure how the little droid would hold the controller.

The game pad trilled from inside his bag again.

“Beep.”

[Update: advancement progressing faster]

“My god you are just too cute,” Thomas said laughing as he went to his quarters.

Games. Definitely gonna teach the little droid to play something new. Right after he got some hot cocoa.

[satcrvz]

no think.. just video games w megumi :p

also im so guilty. brothers bsf trope RUNS my mind.. i haven’t like actually written in a hot minute so not too much guys… would you believe me that i had this idea for hanma about a year ago?

cw: gn!reader but you dance as the girl in promiscuous, you're yuujis sibling, teenie make out but not really? it doesn't happen lol

"wait megs we should play just dance" you say all while you try to plug the hdmi cord in, but continuously fail miserably.

he speaks up, half excuse, half truth, "i'm not uh, a big dancer"

"it'll be fun!" suddenly you feel megumi come in beside you, practically nudging you out the way to hook up the console himself. you stand there with crossed arms with an eyebrow cocked waiting for him to turn back towards you. "you know i could've done that myself?" there's a hint of sass in your voice.

"clearly not", it comes out as a breathy laugh, an obvious smirk of amusement planted on his face

"okay fushiguro whatever. . don't say anything if the controller coincidentally flies straight out my hand into your head"

"hey are you gonna kill me if i put on promiscuous..?" your legs are pointed towards the tv but your torso is turned to face megumi, on your right.

he sets the controller down and rolls up his sleeves, "i wont. but if you ever suggest a horrible song, i might"

"fair enough!"

the song begins, and megumi has an obviously late start, considering hes never played this song on the game before.

"baby you're gonna fucking hit me slide behind me instead of front next time" there's another smirk on his face, part of him is focused on the dance and the other half is fawning over how serious you're almost taking this. obviously you two aren't the best dancers, but hey its fun right?

eventually the song gets near the end and both of you just kinda zone out at the end giving each other an there's no way we're doing that look.

"so!" you clap your hands together holding them in one spot "what'd you think?" you take the pause before his answer to really admire his features, his hair was slightly disheveled with little hairs sticking to his forehead.

"it was.. fun. i actually enjoyed it, unlike the other times yuuji and nobara put on rasputin. and i like spending time with you." his words really made you realize how close you were to him. how close had i really gotten to him since the song ended?

suddenly you both find your hands around each other, his resting on your waist and yours around his neck. its like you guys were — no somethings not right… my yuuji senses are tingling..

"you played without me???!" yuuji practically bursts into the living room screaming. "wait. don't tell me you guys were about to make out." he brings his left hand up to run down the side of his face. during his outburst you and megumi had pretty much moved half an arms length away from each other, both of you clearly embarrassed by your brothers entrance.

"seriously do not tell me. im going to leave for like, 5 minutes and pretend this didnt happen." he continues, "fushiguro, sleep with one eye open dude"

after yuuji leaves the two of you can't help but burst out laughing. next time, you'll be sure not to let yuuji catch you playing just dance without him, or let him catch you about to make out with his best friend, technically, your boyfriend.