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#I HAD AN IDEA AND I HAVE NO IDEA IF ITS BEEN DONE BEFORE#BUT IT SEEMED SO COOL..#also used this to test out new tools i found....#honk doodles#artists on tumblr#art#cult of the lamb#cult of the lamb fanart#cotl#cotl lamb#cotl fanart#Trambs
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I love your work and I was wondering if you could do the TFP autobots and deceptions reactions to a Spider- man/woman/person buddy. Either Romantic or platonic if possible :) have a nice day/night and remover to look after yourself ☺️
Thank you for the compliments! Compliments are very much apprenticed! the Cons section is a bit shorter, only because I feel like the Con's would try and kill Buddy on sight because of Arachnid. Lets see how the Bots and Cons fair with Spider Buddy with their powers and shenanigans.
Hope you enjoy!
Autobots and Decepticons reaction to Spider Buddy
SFW, platonic, some mentions of violence of Con's part but nothing graphic or detailed, Spider reader
TFP
Optimus Prime
Oh.
This is new. Buddy has to sit down with him so he can properly understand what is happening.
He is a bit unsettled by the webbing at first but comes to terms that it is a thing Buddy does and it becomes the new normal for him.
“Buddy, I know you enjoy swinging around the base. But if you can please refrain from webbing our frames?”--Optimus
“Got it Optimus!”—Buddy
Buddy demonstrated their ability to climb and stick to the walls by climbing and standing on the ceiling. He was just on edge and ready to catch them if they ever fell. But he is also amazed at Buddy’s powers.
He discovered their strength when Raf accidentally slipped a controller under the couch and Buddy casually lifted the couch with Miko and Jack on it with one hand and grabbed the remote and tossed it to Raf.
“Agent Fowler?”--Optimus
“Prime?”--Fowler
“Is it normal for a human to lift up a couch with other humans on it single handedly?”--Optimus
“Not if they have steroids. Why?”--Fowler
“…”--Optimus
Ratchet
Buddy nearly gave him a spark attack when they showed their power. To be fair Buddy was trying to explain them, but he wasn’t paying attention. So, they web one of his tools and hold it proudly above their head single handedly.
“You need this Ratchet?”--Buddy
“Thank—What! How are you doing that!?”--Ratchet
Ratchet nearly has the attack right there.
He gets very interested in the levels of dexterity and strength the webbings have. He won’t conduct any test on Buddy, not even if he had their permission. He does want to know everything he can about the webbing’s utilities.
“What else can you do with it?”--Ratchet
“Hmmm… Oh! I can shoot long distance web balls! Watch!”--Buddy
Buddy throws a random web ball behind their back.
THWAP!
“BBBBBBEEEEEPPPPPP! (PRIMUS! WHAT IS THIS STUFF! GET IT OFF ME!)--Bumblebee
He also wants to know if there is any medical thing he should know about. He wants to know so he can be ready to help when they get hurt.
“You don’t need to be worried about that Ratchet. I have a fast-healing factor.”--Buddy
“Did I ask?”--Ratchet
“Well—”--Buddy
“No, I didn’t. I don’t care if your healing factor is faster than a speedster-on-speedster circuits. Now where are the bandages?”--Ratchet
Bumblebee
He remembers the comic hero that Buddy’s powers are slightly based off. He watches a lot of superhero media on TV with Raf and the kids. He is a fan of the powers.
Of course, he found about their webbing the hard way…
“BBBBBBEEEEEPPPPPP! (PRIMUS! WHAT IS THIS STUFF! GET IT OFF ME!)--Bumblebee
“Bee! Stop moving! I’m trying to help!”--Buddy
“BEEEP BEEEEEPP! (WHAT IS THIS!? DID THIS COME OUT OF YOU!?)--Bumblebee
Buddy has scared him multiple times. Buddy has the bad habit of swinging and landing on his shoulder. He does get used to it as time goes on.
He finds it cool that Buddy can pick up stuff that shouldn’t be possible for an average person to pick up.
He does worry about them overexerting themselves though, he always reminds Buddy to take some things easier.
“Pass me the couch.”--Buddy
“Bep. (No.)”--Bumblebee
Arcee
Flashbacks…
One of the longest to warm up to Buddy’s powers. She is fine with Buddy as a person. But their powers…they remind her too much of Arachnid.
Freaked out seeing the webs the first time.
“Jack! Why are you webbed up? Oh, Primus it was Arachnid! She’s here! Hold—”--Arcee
“Nah ‘Cee that was me.”--Buddy
“…What?”--Arcee
“You see Jack over here wanted to see how useful his dull knife in his Swiss army tool kit was. So, I gave him a challenge.”--Buddy
“Yeah. That’s my bad Arcee.”--Jack
“…”--Arcee
“…Arcee?”--Jack
“…I think I involuntarily gave her Vietnam flashbacks…”--Buddy
She does get used to it after some time.
She finds Buddy’s strength cool but doesn’t like to test it. Who knows where buddy’s limit is? What if they accidentally hit it, what would happen then? She doesn’t want to know.
“Hey Arcee, can you pass—”--Buddy
“I’m not passing you the couch.”--Arcee
Smokescreen
He thinks that Buddy’s powers are so cool!
Absolutely eggs them on to do more tricks.
“I’m going to jump!”--Buddy
“BEEP! (Don’t!)--Bumblebee
“Do a flip!”--Smokescreen
Definite instigator. He asks so many questions about Buddy’s powers that Buddy can’t keep up with all of them. So as a compromise Buddy set a limit for questions per day.
“Hey Buddy, how can—”--Smokescreen
“You used your last question 2 hours ago Smokey.”--Buddy
“But—”--Smokescreen
“Wait until tomorrow.”--Buddy
Definitely wants to know how much can Buddy carry. He can never get Buddy to do just enough because someone always comes in when things get interesting.
“Smokescreen have you seen Jackie? I’ve been—BUDDY!”--Bulkhead
“Hi Bulk! I haven’t seen Wheeljack—”--Smokescreen
“Forget that! Help Buddy!”--Bulkhead
“They’re fine. Right Buddy?”--Smokescreen
Buddy holding the couch, TV, and the kids with one hand giving a thumbs up.
Bulkhead
Oh, more flashback!
He doesn’t have good memories with Arachnid just like Arcee, but they aren’t as bad as hers.
He does find the webbing to be weird. Cool, but weird.
Buddy webbing a can of soda and drinking it.
“How did you get so good at catching it?”--Bulkhead
“Oh, I wasn’t always good. But I got better with time. It only took The Curling Iron incident for me to really get the hang of it.”--Buddy
“What incident?”--Bulkhead
“Not important.”—Buddy
He holds out about Buddy’s strength when he nearly fell on one of ratchet’s equipment again bit was stopped mid fall when Buddy webbed his back and was holding him steady.
“Hey Bulkhead, if you don’t mind, can you please get your footing right? This isn’t exactly the most comfortable position ever.”--Buddy
“HOW ARE YOU EVEN DOING THIS!”--Bulkhead
Wheeljack
This goes in the list of weird things Wheeljack has seen, but he likes this.
Like Ratchet, he becomes fascinated by the dexterity of the webbing. But also, on Buddy’s physical strength.
“So, you stopped Bulkhead from falling using these webs?”--Wheeljack
“Yep!”--Buddy
“Do you think it can hold Ultra Magnus down for 5 minutes?”--Wheeljack
“Hypothetically, yes? It should… why?”--Buddy
“… I think we both know…”—Wheeljack
He helps Buddy with their acrobatics. He is always hyper vigilant in case Buddy looks like they are going to get hurt.
“C’mon Jackie toss me higher!”--Buddy
“Any higher you’ll be eating the ceiling.”--Wheeljack
“Like I haven’t done that 27 times.”--Buddy
“…That’s oddly specific.”--Wheeljack
“Don’t question it.”--Buddy
Ultra Magnus
He is not prepared.
Like Optimus Buddy has to sit down with him to talk about their powers so he can fully understand. He understands for the most part. So now all that needs to happen is the demonstrations.
“These are my webbings.”--Buddy
“Interesting.”—Ultra Magnus
“I can do all sorts of things with them. For example, throw them.”--Buddy
Throws a web ball randomly behind them.
THWAP!
“BEEEEEEEPPP BEEEP BEEEEEPPP! (NOT AGAIN! BUDDY! HOW MANNY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO DO THIS!)--Bumblebee
He finds out about Buddy’s strength the hard way. He had gotten in the crossfire of a game of lobbing and was falling backwards from the force of the ball. He is fully expected to land hard on the ground, but he doesn’t he is inches away from the floor.
“Hey Mags? As much as I would love to keep holding you, can you please get up?”--Buddy
“BY THE ALLSPARK HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD!?”—Ultra Magnus
“I have no idea. Made it this far on pure accidents.”--Buddy
Megatron
He doesn’t like Buddy.
“Pest.”--Megatron
“Bucket head.”--Buddy
They remind him too much of the traitor Arachnid. He might send other bots to dispose of them. He lets go of that seeing as Buddy always comes back to the Nemesis.
They become the equivalent of an annoying stray that comes by your house at 3 am asking for food.
“Hmmm… its quiet... too quiet…”--Megatron
“Hey Bucket head! You had your daily dose of space meth!?”--Buddy
“For the last time! It’s called Dark Energon!”--Megatron
“All I hear is space meth!”—Buddy
Starscream
He really doesn’t like them.
“Insolent Fleshling.”--Starscream
“Whiney-wannabe-toddler.”--Buddy
Like many others, he is reminded of Arachnid, too much. He has tried to kill Buddy before, but Buddy is too fast and nimble for him. Buddy now has a grudge against him and purposely webs his pedes together at the most inconvenient times.
“Now! Rise my fellow Decepticons! Rise with the new age of Starscream the—”--Starscream
Wham!
“I hate that human so much…”--Starscream
Knockout and Breakdown
It was near death on sight.
“Hey! Hey! Calm down!”--Buddy
“Kill it!”--Breakdown
“Rude!”--Buddy
But after some explanation, the pair realize that Buddy is nothing like Arachnid. They have to sit down for another explanation on Buddy’s powers though. Buddy has made it their mission to protect their new friends from Arachnid.
The pair thinks it is a joke.
It’s not.
“I pushed the spider off of the ship.”--Buddy
“Oh, that’s nice.”--Knockout
Later.
“Knockout! I heard from some Vehicons that Arachnid fell off of the ship!”--Breakdown
Sudden realization
“Oh, boy…”—Knockout
Soundwave
Child. Must have child.
Buddy is now an honorary cassette after they webbed Arachnid and Starscream into a closet.
Soundwave looking at the loud closet. Walks away like nothing happened.
He doesn’t mind Buddy swinging around and their webbing, it’s just an organic thing they do. Yes, he sat down for Buddy to explain everything. He now has a file exclusively just for Buddy’s things. He is willing to protect his new friend against all Con threats on the Nemesis.
Buddy is his now.
“Operation: Buddy safety”
“Arachnid: Threat must be neutralized.”
Dreadwing
He doesn’t mind Buddy being there.
Sees Buddy swinging off a ledge.
“I question where my allegiances are sometimes…”--Dreadwing
He kind of ignores them while they are on the ship. He isn’t that rude though; he’ll acknowledge that they are there maybe a quick chat on what’s happening on the ship but that’s about it.
“I heard that Arachnid fell off of the ship a few days ago…”--Dreadwing
“Oh no, anyways…”—Buddy
He doesn’t bother Buddy; Buddy doesn’t bother him.
Win-win.
Shockwave
He doesn’t know that Buddy exists.
Why?
Because he doesn’t come out of his lab.
And, because Soundwave, Knockout and Breakdown don’t want him to meet Buddy.
“Why can’t I meet him again?”--Buddy
“I prefer our conversations to happen when you’re not getting dissected on a filthy table.”--Knockout
They firmly believe that Shockwave would dissect their friend in the name of science.
And that he would.
Predaking
He hasn’t had enough time to officially meet Buddy.
Mainly because Buddy is so small and Predaking doesn’t really acknowledge them. They are weak and frail like any other human.
Sees Buddy walking down the hall, turns around and walks away from the ‘filth’.
He does know that Buddy is an enemy to Starscream after witnessing Buddy web his pedes to the ground. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?
Maybe he would try and strike a conversation in the future.
Arachnid
As much as she loves another fellow spider.
She is going to hunt down Buddy.
Which is tough luck for her because Buddy always seems to know where she is at and at time used her own webs against her.
“When I get my servos on you—”--Arachnid
“You mean IF you get them on me, you evil robotic knockoff.” --Buddy
She is making it her goal to have Buddy’s head on a pike in her trophy room.
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Hey, I dunno if your still taking requests but I have one!
What about s/o having hair like Entrapta's from She-Ra? I would love to see how they would react to their s/o with that!
Hello, I'm sorry for the long wait! I'm finally getting around to answering old requests, before opening new ones.
I haven't seen She-Ra, but I did look Entrapta up, so I hope I haven't gotten anything wrong!
Neon Leon
Leo is both insanely fascinated over your hair-
But also, very very terrified at first.
Remember when Leo wore that blond wig that ended up being completely and utterly evil??
Leo does.
Leo has flashbacks of this when he first sees you using your hair to grab a mug off the counter that was just out of hands reach.
May or may not have screamed.
"S/o, I don't mean to freak you out but- YOUR HAIR IS CURSED!"
"What- wait no it's just-"
"Don't worry- I got this!" he says, as he whips out his sword
Cue panicked screaming from everyone in the room as Leo attempts to 'save' you
He really thought you were in danger okay-
After managing to convince Leo to not chop off your hair,
You have to explain to him that your hair isn't actually cursed by some weird dude looking to steal stuff
"I was born like this, I can just make my hair move and stuff."
Cue Leo's suspicious squinting.
He does believe you! He just cant help peaking around corners detective style to spy on your hair at first.
Once he gets use to it tho, he's got to admit, having hair you can use to grab things jussst barely out of reach is amazing!
His jaw drops when he realizes you can fight using your hair too-
Your hair wraps around a rather slippery warthog mutant and launches him several feet away
Leo is staring in shock and possible fear
They'd been trying to get a hold on that mutant for ages, and you just managed to grab him no problem???
And launch him like a soft ball???????
Mad respect
Enchanted/cursed hair or not, Leo's just glad it's not using you for evil!
Plus, you seem to be having fun, so he's cool with it now.
Don Tron
Donnie's insanely curious about your hair
Absolutely runs some tests and experiments (with your permission ofc)
He's seen you lift mugs and smaller objects-
But what's the weight limit???
Is it like a muscle that can be trained to lift more over time????
Is it possibly sentient?!
You let him come up with new theories
But as soon as the conspiracy board and red strings come out,
You're lifting him with your hair and carrying him away for a break.
He loves when you help him out in the lab
Using your hair to grab and hold tools or parts
It's similar to using his spider arms, but 10x better since it's his s/o helping him.
Your hair also inspires him to make a different version of his spider arm battle shell-
This one using a more fluid movement to match your hair!
He lowkey looks like Doc Oc...
Villains do their best to avoid you both
Having one person who can grab and yeet them away was bad enough-
But now there's two??????
They are sprinting as fast as they can
Not fast enough though!
You're able to use your hair to grab and swing from walls, catching up to villains with ease
Donnie's impressed, you didn't even need a tracking device!
You two also found out another trick you could do,
You're able to use your hair as a extra set of arms- so you both came to a realization
You could use your hair to hold more controllers.
You two need an extra player???
Bam, you're holding two more controllers
Donnie cackles manically every time you two score extra points using this method
Is it technically cheating????
Maybe
You can't deny it takes a lot of skill and practice to do though, so who cares?
Not you and Donnie, that's who!
Mystic Mike
:0 !!!
Your hair can move?!?!
Please please show him what you can do!
Absolutely loves seeing all your tricks
From lifting a mug, to scaling a building-
He thinks you and your hair are awesome!!
One day, he's literally in the middle of talking to you when he interrupts his own sentence in a huge realization-
"So then I chased them down on the shells hogs and- WAIT WAIT HOLD THE PHONE-"
"Holding."
"NOW ANSWER IT!"
"Hellooo?"
"You can use your hair to paint!!!!"
Cue both of you jumping up and sprinting to his room
You can, in fact, use your hair to paint!
Whether it be using your actual hair as a paintbrush,
Or holding multiple brushes and items at once!
It makes art time ten times more efficient- but also extremely chaotic
Sure, now you both have easy access to art materials, but now your hair can literally spin everything
The guys entered the living room one day and saw it absolutely covered in buckets of paint
You are now banned from holding stain causing items in the common areas and Donnie's lab.
When you two go fight together
Mikey quickly learns that you can use your hair to help climb and scale buildings
Which leads to you crawling upside down on a ceiling at full speed, with Mikey floating beside you, at enemies
There are high pitched shrieks whenever you join the battle
You may or may not be a local cryptid now.
"S/O, they're calling you a spider mutant!"
"Nice."
Big Red
Like Leo,
Raph also thinks your hair is alive
Though, he's more concerned than fearful
If your hair is alive, then should he ask it if he can pat your head??
You reassure him that your hair is not alive or sentient
He's still wary about it though
Definitely gives it suspicious looks when you're not looking just to test it
When you catch onto this though, you start moving your hair 'without your knowledge' just to play around
Raph shrieks
"I KNEW IT!!!"
You'll have to explain that you were just pranking him lmao
He does realize that your hair isn't alive eventually though.
Is genuinely impressed by what your hair can do
Especially when he realizes you can lift heavier objects too
If you're able to lift him with your hair, he'll scream
Definitely has a fanboy moment
"WHAT!? How is it so strong?!?"
Even if you can't lift him with your hair,
He's still impressed!
Throughout the day, you'll use your hair to grab things that are out of reach and hand it to him
Usually it's subconscious,
Like when he just barely got into a comfy spot after a long patrol and realizes his phone is just out of reach
You grab it and hand it to him offhandedly
Or when he's sleeping and the blanket slips off, you'll reach around to pull it back up and make sure he's covered
He appreciates these little gestures so much
Absolutely warms his heart and makes him a little misty eyed.
During battle,
He sees you literally form a fist shape with your hair and deck a rather aggressive yokai right in the face,
Sending them flying down the street
Raph will stop and stare in awe
"Woah!! S/O that's amazing!"
He's so proud of you
Then he realizes the hidden city police are making their way towards the two of you
Cue both of you hauling it towards the nearest portal
"GO GO GO!"
"I CAN'T GO BACK TO JAIL!"
Hey everyone, I'm going through my old requests and writing them. I can't promise I'll get to all of them, but I'll do my best when I have time!
Sorry for the huge wait, life got crazy
#my writing#rottmnt x reader#rise of the tmnt x reader#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader#neon leon#rottmnt leo x reader#don tron#rottmnt donnie x reader#rottmnt mikey x reader#mystic mike#rottmnt raph x reader#big red#the boys
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Helios A New Era: Multiples
Kara was now headed back to her office after assisting Felicity with her birthing experience. As she turned the corridor to enter the lab and office area she was met by Dr. Karens standing in her office doorway. With Dr Karens was a cart loaded with testing instruments and lab equipment. Dr. Karens motioned Kara to come to the office. Kara entered and sat down on her desk chair. Karens stayed standing. It was clear something needed urgent attention in the facility.
“Ok I am here to fill you in on your next assignment.’ Karens said. “I have been conducting an experiment never before done on Helios. Its been attempted on Alpha Centauri and Martian turf, but never here. Due to the increased demand we need to start playing with the idea of impregnating multiples with our semen impregnation. 13 months ago I began an experiment with two second-time mothers that volunteered. I didn’t want this to be a first birth experience so i needed two mothers with at least some birthing experience. I selected a multiples semen for these women and it took. Both are impregnated with twins. Each baby weighs between 17-19 pounds. Both mothers have been on bedrest for the last 9 months as their bellies are really too big to walk any distance.” Karens briefed.
“Ok where do I come in?” Kara asked.
“Glad you asked!” Karens said. “Handling two mothers and taking data for both accurately would be impossible. I need you to take the metrics and assist with one mother, while I assist the other. I have sent you instructions for the metrics that we need to take. We will be using all this equipment and taking every measurement and line of data we can. We need to know how to implement this on a large scale. but do it with welfare of the mother and babies in mind.” Karens said.
“Ok i think i can handle this!” Kara exclaimed.
“Stay humble, we need this data, it’s vital to this facility.” Karens said. “And oh yeah, one more thing , both mothers are in accelerated labor to ensure the babies don’t get any bigger inside them. the should begin the birth process in the next few hours. Get there, and get started. If you need help i will be in the next room over, call for backup if needed.” Karens said as she walked out the office door.
Kara was excited about this mission. Birthing twins was new for Helios and Kara was always excited to be a part of a new project! She gathered her tools, a bite to eat, and her personal items, grabbed the cart of testing equipment and headed for the mothers room.
Navigating Helios was a chore in itself. The facility was large…. very large. Over 100 acres in size. It could be seen on the lunar surface from hundreds of miles up in the black space above. Kara however knew most of the facility like clockwork. She walked to her transport scooter, hitched on the cart and sped away. Of course being a vice president scientist had its perks, but it also came with its downfalls. Kara was constantly stopped by mothers with questions as she traveled around. This time was no exception. As kara turned down the Central Hall toward the gardens she was stopped by a pregnant mother asking about her birthing issues.
“ Hey Kara, ive been in birth now for 3 days and I still cant feel any progress.” The women asked. “Can you check me?”
“Of course, I am very busy, but I will always make time for a birthing mother!” Kara replied.
Kara got off of the scooter and grabbed her probe. The woman spread her legs. Kara pushed the tip of the probe into the woman’s opening until it stopped.
“Well found babies head!” Kara said. “Little ways in there yet!”
The probe gave back its findings.
“Ok girl, babies doing good. 20 pounder, healthy, coming normally.” Kara reported.
“ I just cant push her out of there!” The woman said.
“You will hun, I suggest a birth stool and some hard pushing, She will come, just taking her sweet time!” Kara said. “Any issues, let us know.”
Kara got back on the scooter and sped off toward the living quarters.
The living facilities at the station were just as large as the station. Housing 2500 pregnant women as well as staff. All rooms were well equipped, but pregnant mothers rooms were among the finest. Helios wanted absolute comfort for pregnant and birthing mothers.
Kara turned from the Garden Hall into the living quarters. She then drove onto an elevator. The elevator landed at floor 3. Kara left the lift and headed for 314-S-1M. When she arrived she scanned herself at the airlock door, and made her way into the room.
Inside the room she saw a woman facing the other direction. She looked to be sleeping. Kara only noticed her blonde hair showing from under the thick white blankets. Kara approached slowly pulling the cart of equipment behind her. The cart suddenly made a clunk on the self-cleaning membrane floor below.
“Oops.” Kara said aloud.
She noticed the woman move. The woman turned and looked.
“Hello?” She asked faintly.
“Hello, Im Kara, here to assist you!” Kara said.
“Karens must have sent you?” The woman asked.
“Yes, she has appointed me to be your assist, as well as take data.” Kara said.
“Ok, i am Sara by the way.” She said.
“Good to meet you Sara!” Kara said in return.
Kara moved over by the bed and got closer to Sara.
“So you want to see the full me haha?” Sara laughed.
“Yeah lets see that belly!” Kara said
Sara pulled back the covers to reveal herself in the bed. Sara was a small framed girl, maybe 5 foot 3. Her belly was massive! Even larger than Kara’s belly when she was impregnated with her 31 pound record baby!
“Wow two big babies in there!” Kara said surprised.
“Yeah, i really haven’t moved much now in a couple months. Im just too big” Sara said.
“This is your second time birthing right?” Kara asked.
“Yeah second time, Thank goodness. Imagine pushing out two 19 pound babies for your first time?” Sara remarked.
“Yeah that would be crazy!” Kara said.
“Have you started contractions?” Kara asked.
“Yes, been in labor now for a week, Im supposed to start pushing in the next hours.” Sara said.
“Well are you ready?” Kara asked.
“Yes! I want to get these babies out!” Sara said acting exhausted from supporting the babies in her belly.
“Ok, well lets get you hooked up to the testing equipment and get you ready to do some pushing!” Kara said.
“Karens warned me there would be a lot of testing and instruments.” Sara remarked.
“Yes there will be.” Kara replied.
“Ok, I agreed to this haha!” Sara said.
“Ok hun, lets have you raise up your top leg, you can stay side laying.” Kara said.
Sara lifted her top leg and held it up. This opened her vagina area for Kara to begin working with the testing equipment.
First Kara took a monitoring probe and put it in Sara’s opening. This was designed to come out as the baby did and keep track of many metrics including, the health of the baby, positioning, pushing force and exertion, movements of the baby, and more. The probe was now against the cervix which was dilated fully and ready for Sara to push! The next tool was attached to Sara’s belly with medical tape to monitor contractions and baby movements. Kara then loaded the devices which all of course were wireless. This was the year 3150, there were no cables! Kara took initial notes on her findings. Baby number ones head was now opening the cervix. It was time for this event to happen. However Kara knew birthing both babies could take several days. This wasn’t normally an issue, but with twins, this gave more time for baby number two to grow even larger while baby number one was being pushed out.
“Ok Sara lets have you try some pushing!” Kara said. “I want to test the equipment and make sure all is well.”
Sara breathed in and made a grunt as she began her first push. Kara noted that the instruments were indeed working well, but she was worried. Sara’s push exertion was quite low despite putting obvious effort into her push. Kara knew this was to be a long birth.
As Sara wrapped up her first push she was still contracting. She bore down once more. Kara could see activity in her large belly. Baby number two was still fully in the womb and kicking around. Meanwhile baby number one’s head was starting to move through the cervix and into the vagina for Sara to start pushing it free. Sara was averaging a contraction every few minutes and according to the instrumentation was making slow progress. The pressure sensor that Kara had inserted was now touching the babies head. The sensor would then attach lightly to the head so that all metrics could be monitored, even if the baby slipped back.
Two hours had passed now and Sara was still actively pushing. She was pushing hard, almost as hard as she could muster, but baby number one wasn’t moving. The head was now through the cervix but had been for an hour. Another 45 minutes passed.
“Is he moving in there at all?” Sara asked.
“Yes, he’s moving, but slowly.” Kara said.
“Well baby number two sure is active, i can feel him kicking and squirming wanting to get out!” Sara said.
“Sorry baby 2 but baby one has to come out first!” Kara said.
Kara was actively logging data as Sara pushed. Another 2 hours passed. Finally some progress was happening. When Sara pushed Kara noticed her perineum area bulging. This meant baby was getting close to making an appearance. Sara was toughing it out and she had been continually in the same position for hours now. Finally Sara Tired of her position and asked to be moved to a birth stool. Kara helped guide her safely to a birth stool in the room. Sara sat down and got comfortable. The birth stool opening was wide and this caused Sara’s smaller hips to sink in a bit. She Made a couple pushes.
“Im worried that the additional pressure from your seating position may restrict the baby from coming out.” Kara said.
Kara decided that Sara needed to change position once more. It was decided that Sara had no choice but to lay on her back and push. Her belly was simply too big, and her hips to small to allow many other options.
Another 2 hours passed. Sara was still pushing triumphantly, but progress was crazy slow. Finally Kara noticed movement of her opening as Sara gave a push. Kara noticed the lip of her labia curl out slightly with the push. The babies head was just inside now. Kara’s data instruments were constantly logging data of the birthing action. The biggest metric being logged was that of pushing force and how much it made the baby move. The lower the force the less baby should move, the higher the force the move movement that should occur. A big push with no movement was recorded as a struggle. The second was the data from the second baby. If the second baby was in too long it would continue to grow in size making it even harder to push out. With a decent diet from mom, the babies she carried could grow 1/4 pound to 1/2 pound per day inside.
Sara’s next push yielded results. As she pushed she could see a tiny sliver of the head appear in the opening. It was surrounded by the bag of waters that still had not broken. It was likely this baby could be born in the sac. The little head wiggled from side to side before being sucked back in Sara’s belly. Sara’s tummy was a hive of activity. Baby number 2 was still kicking and squirming for a chance to get out. Meanwhile baby one with its head now in Sara’s vagina was kicking and having its own struggle trying to get unstuck and out of Sara.
“Oh somethings happening…!” Sara said. “It feels different now.”
Sara pushed a few times with nothing to show for it. However the next push brought forth the Sac. Sara pushed again and the sac came out. The sac was large and fluid filled, it dangled from Sara’s opening.
“I need to stand.” Sara requested.
“Ok what ever feels best for you.” Kara replied.
Sara stood up carefully as to not disturb the sac that was hanging out of her. As she stood more sac came out and now dangled around 8 inches out of Sara’s opening. It was very full of opaque colored fluid. As Sara stood the sac wiggled and jiggled about. Sara took a couple steps but as she did the sac slapped the inside of her thighs.
“Oh that tickles!” Sara said.
“It must feel really weird.” Kara replied.
Sara made a couple pushes standing up but nothing much really progressed. 10 minutes later Sara laid back in bed. The sac still hanging below her opening.
“Data alert.” One of Kara’s instruments said aloud.
“Hmmm let's see what going on here.” Kara said.
“Baby 2 has gained 1/2 pound in last 24 hours.” The display read.
“We need to get baby one progressing.” Kara said.
“Im trying the best I can.” Sara said.
“I know hun, but I’m worried about baby number 2 getting bigger in there.” Kara said. Sara made more pushes and Kara noticed her bulging.
“Lets take a look in there.” Kara said.
Kara moved over from the side of the birth bed to Sara’s open legs. She used both hands and spread open Sara’s labia. There, about 1.5 inches in was a tuft of babies hair. Kara let go and watched as the skin around the babies head closed and sealed it back in Sara’s vagina. The reality was is not much progress had been made in 12 hours.
Sara continued to make pushes for another 4 hours till finally a small breakthrough. Kara watched intently as Sara grunted a large push, Sara could feel what was happening in her opening and knew the babies head was about to make its first appearance.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHMMMMMM!” Sara grunted.
“Good Good!” Kara said.
A small tuft of babies hair poked out from Sara’s vagina. The push ended and the head was immediately sucked back in her belly. It was frustrating, but good to see progress. Time continued on and Kara kept taking notes and data.
11:00 - Baby makes small appearance, withdraws.
11:10 - Small bit of head comes forth, withdraws
11:15 - Mother closes legs and takes break. Baby assumed withdrawn.
11:30 - pushing actively, no head
11:50 - head appears
11:52 - head goes back in.
12:10 - pushing
12:12 - head appears
12:13 - head slips back
12:20 - head visible with push
12:22 - head slips back in
The time continued to trickle by as Sara continued struggling to get baby number 1 out. Another 4 hours passed. Kara noted over 100 notes of slip ins and pushes in this time. It was clear that Sara was truly struggling to get the first baby to come out. Baby number 2 continued to wiggle around in the womb and grow, while its brother remained stuck in the birth canal. Sara helplessly continued to push to free baby number 1, but it was making zero progress besides slipping back in. Baby one was wiggling and kicking as Sara pushed in an effort to free itself from Sara. She could feel its kicks as it made desperate attempts to free itself. But it was no help, the baby was stuck, or simply to big to fit. Sara desperately needed to stretch more in order to free the baby.
“You need to stand and walk.” Kara said. “We need to make room or get baby one to free up in there.”
Sara struggled to get on her feet as her massive belly protruded from her small frame. Kara watched the babies head slip back in as Sara got up. The baby was once again sealed inside. Sara got on her feet and began to walk around a bit. She paced the room slowly, moving her hips and wiggling in attempt to get baby number one to come free. Meanwhile baby 2 was moving frantically in the belly. Kara could see it kicking rapidly, It also desperately wanted to come out. Sara positioned herself at a seat bar in the room after pacing for a bout 20 minutes. It was time to see if he walking had helped. She squatted down into full push. Sara continued pushing for a few minutes until finally baby one made an appearance in her vaginal opening. It stayed there momentarily until it slipped back in.
“GET IT OUT!!” Sara yelped.
Sara had finally become impatient She made a desperate push.
“AAAHHHHHHHHHGGGGG!!” She yelled.
The head made a quick appearance then slowly went back in.
“I cant do it Kara.” Sara admitted.
“Um you don’t really have a choice Sara, You have 2 babies in you that need to come out.” Kara said.
“Is there anything you can do?” Sara asked.
“No, you can only get the babies out under your own power.” Kara replied.
Sara returned to pushing. After another hour the babies head was now staying down. The top of the head was now poking out a little ways. It was progress. Another hour passed and no matter the push, the babies head didn’t budge. The head remained poking out slightly. Kara received another update to her system link. Baby number 2 inside Sara’s tummy had gained another half pound in weight. Baby number two was getting only bigger, and harder to push out. Things were about to get worse for Sara. Another strong contraction came and Sara pushed hard. She felt a very painful searing sensation from her belly.
“Ahhhh ouch ahhhh!” Sara yelped in pain.
Kara’s sensors went mad with updates. Baby 2 had turned breech.
This wasn’t a big deal however considering breech births were common on Helios. Sara was about to receive a break. After an additional hour of pushing she was actually beginning to crown. Sara was stretched to the max, the skin around the babies tightly held head was white with the pressure. Sara gathered up and made one massive push. The head popped free! Still riding the wave she pushed again popping one shoulder out. The other followed. This was super rare. Usually with a 20 pound baby the shoulders could take 12-24 hours to come out! This was rare, but Sara was delighted by it. Baby one was now out and taken to the next facility by helios security. Now it was time for baby number 2.
Baby number 2 was now almost 22 pounds and was turned breech. It looked like a tough go for Sara. However within a few hours of baby one. Baby 2 was moving its way into the birth canal feet first. Sara was getting strong contractions, but not needing to push much to advance the large baby. Another 4 hours passed. Finally it was pushing time for baby number 2. Sara now free of one baby felt more active and able to move around easier. She moved to an all 4s position on the bed to begin the pushes. Sara was beginning to have some effect on moving the 22 pound baby through her birth canal. Within 3 hours the baby had gone from in the belly to having its feet in the vaginal canal through the cervix. It was only a matter of time until the baby would be making its first appearance. Another hour of constant pushing came and went. Then finally.
“We have a foot!” Kara said as Sara grunts through a push.
Sara kept pushing until the contraction ended. The foot was sucked back inside. The next contraction brought the foot forth once more. Only to be pulled back in with the end of the push. A few pushes later, and a few more foot sightings, the second foot began to emerge as Sara contracted. After a couple more pushes, the legs emerged to the knees. A couple more contractions did nothing to progress, but finally the legs turned into a waist, and eventually the belly came out. Now just the shoulders and head remained in Sara’s birth canal. The shoulders were no big deal, two more pushes had them out. Now just babies head was inside. Sara worked at it a bit but without much luck. Being stretched out from baby one was helping progress, but the head was quite large. It would be a stretch to get it out. As Sara struggled the baby attempted to help. The baby, with its head still stuck in Sara, began wiggling around its legs and arms attempting to free itself. A few moments passed. It was decided that Sara needed to change position to assist the head out. Kara helped her onto a birth stool. The babies body hung below her as she stood up to make the move. Then baby continued to wiggle around. Sara sat on the stool and began pushing once more. The lower head was now coming a bit. Sara pushed hard and it came some more. Another 20 minutes passed. One more push had it. The baby came free and the experiment was complete. Kara had successfully tracked one more experiment.
#birth#birth kink#giving birth#crowning#pregnancy#pregnant#birth denial#birth story#breech#scifi birth
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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 4 (Part 2)
Following is part 2 of my translation of Chapter 4 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-62 to 7-65.
Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!
Episode 7-62
Silver: …Hmm. It’s not so bad. Thankfully, most of these ingredients and cooking tools are ones we’re used to.
Sebek: Ne’er have I felt so grateful in my life for having completed those Master Chef courses…
Silver: Yeah. Once we get back to the real world, maybe we should talk to the principle and recommend he make it a required course.
Yuu: All that time I’ve spent cooking for myself at Ramshackle Dorm really came in handy.
Grim: Woooah, that smells so good! Henchman, are you makin’… cheese risotto in that big ol’ pot you’re stirrin’?
(Yuu nods)
Silver: That’s right. There wasn’t any pepper in the supplies we got a hold of, but we were able to season it with some salt and wild herbs we found growing around here.
Sebek: And I have completed the herb roast chicken and the vegetable garnish!!
Grim: Sweet! I’m starvin’ over here. Time to dig in!
(Sebek clops Grim on the head)
Sebek: Restrain yourself!! The Imperial Guards shall be served first! Your shamelessness exceeds you, beast.
Grim: Aww, come on. Whoever lines up first gets first dibs at school.
Sebek: This isn’t school! Know your place! ….Now then! My deepest apologies for keeping you all waiting. Dinner is served!
Imperial Guards: Gurururu…. Gauu?
Lilia: That sure did take a while. …Yuck. What’s this mushy white shit?
Silver: That’s cheese and oatmeal…. It’s a risotto made with oats.
Lilia: Ri..sotto?
Silver: Please do give it a try. It should be fine.
Lilia: You sound pretty confident there. Well then, time for a taste test… *munch* ……!!
Silver: …How is it?
Lilia: This is some top-notch stuff! I’ve had something like this before, at a get-together with the old fuddy-duddies from the senate over in the royal capital. We ate with plates bigger than my head, and there was just this one tiny little dollop of this kind of stuff on mine… I had no idea it was made with such a big pot.
Sebek: Please also help yourself to the meat and vegetables!
Lilia: Let’s see… *munch* ….!! Hmm!? This meat is so soft. Don’t tell me you didn’t cook it all the way through!? We’ll get sick, you moron!
Sebek: I assure you, I cooked it thoroughly! I gathered stones from the riverside and assembled a simple furnace using my magic… It’s been properly roasted, so there’s no need to worry.
Lilia: *munch* …It’s so savory. Reminds me of the type of meat you can get at the inns by the ports. It’s… not half bad.
Sebek: Truly, I am honored to receive your kind words!
Lilia: Time for dinner, you dolts! Eat up and then get to sleep!
Imperial Guards: Garururu! Fuarinaa!
Sebek / Silver: *sigh of relief*
Baul: General, I bring news. The “Iron Ones” have withdrawn to the Canyon of Howling Winds. However, we can’t underestimate their obsession with our land’s resources. It’s possible they may regroup and bring back reinforcements, so we should remain on high alert.
Lilia: Good work. Now go take a break and get some food while you can.
Baul: No, I should go tend to the equipment, in case the enemy…
(Baul’s stomach growls)
Lilia: Bwahaha! Sounds like your stomach’s saying food comes first.
Baul: Ack…!
Lilia: You’re our troop’s number one glutton, Baul. Cut the act and just go eat something already. Like I always say, you can’t fight on an empty stomach.
Sebek: Sir Baul! Please, come sit over here. I’ve your meal ready for you.
Baul: …Hm. Did you lot make this?
Sebek: YES, SIR! I would be most delighted if it’s to your liking!
Baul: ….Get this crap away from me, I don’t want it.
Sebek: But….
Baul: DO NOT MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF! I SAID I DON’T WANT IT, HUMAN!!!
Sebek: Yes, sir… My apologies.
Lilia: Shut the hell up! We’re trying to eat here, quit it with the screaming match. Do what you want, but you better not go pass out on me from an empty stomach.
Baul: I’ve got some provisions with me, so please don’t worry about it.
Sebek: …….
Silver (whispering): Sebek, this is just a dream. In the real world, Sir Baul wouldn’t…
Sebek: I know! I don’t need to hear that from you. My grandfather imparted so much of his knowledge to me. He’d oft purchase books for me when I was growing up, and it’s thanks to him I’ve such a passion for reading. Were it not for the “Silver Owl”, then perhaps I could’ve strengthened my connection with my grandfather while in this dream… I shan’t ever forgive those miscreants!
Grim: Wait, what? Baul doesn’t want his grub? Then I’ll take your plate off your hands for ya! Thanks!!
Baul: Wha- You damn beast! What an impudent little creature you are!
Yuu: Knock it off, Grim!
Grim: Maaan, this stuff is good! The cheese is pipin’ hot and nice and sticky, and the meat’s just drippin’ with juice ♩
(Baul’s stomach grumbles)
Baul: Arrrghhh….!!
Lilia: Hahaha! You’ve got guts, picking a fight with Baul.
Baul: Damnit…. Fine! It’ll be a waste if that blasted little beast eats it all. Hand it over!
Grim: What! You said you didn’t want it! This stuff’s mine now!
Sebek: S-Sir Baul! There’s still plenty left to go around!
Silver: We’ll fetch you another plate right away.
Episode 7-63
Lilia: Baul, that was your third helping of that “Risotto” stuff. Was it really that tasty? Kufufu.
Baul: …W-Well, now that I think about it, there really wasn’t anything wrong with the food.
Sebek: I’m delighted to hear it!
Baul: Ahem! At any rate…
Lilia: Mm. The “Silver Owl” has been leaving the Canyon of Howling Winds and coming out to these parts more and more often.
Baul: They’re laying waste to the Land of Briar as if they owned the place…. Those vile thieves!
Lilia: A hundred years ago, they landed in Cape Sunrise crammed aboard a single, tiny little sailboat… And then we blinked, and now they’re all over the place, far outnumbering we fae. All the land to the east of the Canyon of Howling Winds pretty much belongs to them now.
Baul: Grrrr…. Damn those humans!!! We should’ve driven them out right from the start!!
Lilia: I doubt her Majesty the Queen had any idea things would get this bad.
Sebek / Silver: ………..
Lilia: Had they just lived here quietly, respecting our lands and our wildlife, then we easily could’ve just left them alone… But we can’t let them keep tearing up the mountains and forests like this. We need to hurry and deliver Lady Mallenoa’s letter to their fortress as soon as possible.
Grim: Lady Mallenoa? Who’s that?
Sebek: Know you not of Lady Mallenoa, you imbecile? Why, she is the Young Lord’s… Ah! …I mean to say, Lady Mallenoa is the princess of the Land of Briar.
Lilia: The boy’s right. She’s the lone daughter of Queen Maleficia. She’s both our master as well as the Lady of Briar Castle.
Silver: Briar Castle? Not the Black Scale Castle over in the capital?
Lilia: In the south of the Land of Briar lies Verdant Moors, a wetland. And at its center stands a great citadel. All the vagrants who come from beyond the Canyon of Howling Winds and the Coral Sea are greeted by its fearsome gaze. That is Briar Castle.
Baul: Lady Mallenoa commands the Imperial Guards, and she's the cornerstone of our country’s defense. Under her orders, we’ve been dispatched to the “Silver Owl” as delegates, and we are to deliver her requisition to them. We just departed from Briar Castle today.
Sebek: By “requisition”, do you mean….
Baul: Isn’t it obvious!? It’s our final warning to the “Silver Owl” - to cease with their irreprehensible actions at once!
Lilia: *sigh* If we could just fly there, we’d be there in an instant.
Silver: Is there a reason you all aren’t using flying magic?
Lilia: All the delegates we’ve sent to their fortress have disappeared one by one.
Sebek/ Silver: What!
Lilia: Our job is to deliver this letter and search for the missing delegates along the way. Additionally… we have to track down any "Silver Owl” members who’re mining without permission and drive them out.
Baul: Damnit… Diplomacy is supposed to be the aristocrats’ job. I don’t understand why all this is being forced into your lap, General!
Lilia: It’s because there just aren’t that many fae around, compared to humans. We’ve been short on hands ever since the “Silver Owl” showed up. Besides, those aristocrats are all useless. They faint as soon as they get a whiff of iron. I’m sure Lady Mallenoa kept that in mind when she chose me for this.
Baul: But that’s…
Lilia: Our next step is to get through the Dark Night Forest, cross over the Verdant Moors, and then head for the Canyon of Howling Winds. And once we make it through the Canyon, we’ll continue searching for the missing delegates at the Crimson Plain and the Dragon’s Tail Mountains on our way to the fortress. It’s located at the eastern tip of the continent.
Silver: …Sounds like it’s going to be a long journey.
Lilia: Kufufu. You getting scared? Now then, Night Raven College envoys, do you see why I don’t have time to go to your stupid school?
Sebek / Silver: …….
Lilia: What good will it do you to come with us? You’re about to step into a hornet’s nest here. I’m saying this for your own good, go back to your school already.
Silver: No! Having heard you said all that, I want you attend Night Raven College now more than ever.
Lilia: The hell?
Silver: You’re right, there’s not much we can teach you about “magic”, but I… I have no doubt all the memories you’d make at school would be invaluable for you.
Sebek: Silver….
Silver: We’ll come invite you again when your mission’s over – we’ll invite you to our alma mater, Night Raven College!
Lilia: I highly doubt my mind’s going to change… You still intend to stick around?
Silver: Yes, sir!
Lilia: Even if you’ll be putting your life at risk?
Silver: YES, SIR!!
Lilia: … I don’t know much about humans, but I get the feeling there's a bunch of weird ass types at that school?
Silver: There’s certainly a lot of people with strong personalities.
Sebek: We are a diverse group…. In nationality, species, and culture.
Silver: And that’s precisely why there’s so much for us to learn there every single day.
Lilia: *sigh* Do what you want, I don’t care anymore.
Silver / Sebek: Thank you!!
Episode 7-64
Baul: General! I know I’ve said this before, but I’m staunchly opposed to letting these humans accompany us!
Lilia: Well, they can at least make our food and carry our stuff. And we’ll just dump them on the side of the road if they get in our way. They aren’t our responsibility.
Baul: ….If you say so, General.
Lilia: I’m much more concerned about Briar Castle. If we’ll be able to wrap up this mission and get back home faster, then I’ll make use of whatever I can, be it a bunch of humans or fae.
Yuu: You must be so worried about the princess.
Lilia: Me? Worried about Lady Mallenoa? Ah ha ha ha! I’m not worried about the princess, I’m worried about the castle and my own hide! Last thing I want is to come back and find the place in ruins from another one of her little tantrums.
Sebek: What?
Lilia: The Draconia clan that rules the Land of Briar, they’re descended from dragons – admired for being the apex of the followers of the night. The princess of your country might be some pretty little maiden who everybody’s supposed to protect… But over here, our princess is strong as hell - frighteningly so. And not only that, she’s a major tomboy, she’s hotheaded, she’s selfish and quick to anger. ….And she’s ill-natured beyond belief. She’s without a doubt the Land of Briar’s most disastrous princess. If you dawdle around, she’ll either strike you with lightning or roast you to a crisp. Mark my words, I’m not kidding here. She’ll seriously do it.
Baul: G-General! You shouldn’t speak ill of the princess!
Lilia: My bad. But I was actually being quite nice, you know. She’s had me wrapped around her little finger for the past 300 years, ever since I’ve known left from right. If Lady Mallenoa were the type of princess who just sat around the castle all day waiting for her prince to come on a white dragon… Goodness knows my life would’ve been so much easier.
Baul: GENERAL!
Lilia: I mean…. It seems she’s going to behave for us for the next two or three years, so I’m thankful for that, at least. Even knowing her, she’s not going to do anything reckless until her precious little egg hatches.
Sebek / Silver: Egg!!??
Lilia: What now? Keep it down…
Silver: L-Lady Mallenoa already has an heir!?
Sebek: W-Where is the Young Lor- …Nay, where is His Eggcellency!? I-Is he residing with his parents at Briar Castle!?
Yuu: (Tsunotarou came from an egg!?)
Baul: Why are you so interested in the whereabouts of the heir’s egg, huh? You’re being awfully suspicious… You better not be after that egg!
Silver: W-We’re not! We just, erm, we didn’t even know the heir was already born…!
Lilia: *sigh* …Even a toddler could tell you where that egg is right now. Dragon eggs don’t hatch without their parents’ love and magic poured into them, and the safest place in the whole country is right between Lady Mallenoa’s arms. Doesn’t matter if they know where the egg is, not like they can do anything about it.
Baul: Yes, but don’t forget what happened to the Dragon-eyed Duke! We can’t go trusting these outsiders! We need to remain vigilant.
Lilia: The Dragon-eyed Duke, Levan, huh… If he’d just come back safe and sound, we wouldn’t need to be doing all this. That couple’s been overloading me with a bunch of work since I was a kid.
Baul: That’s…
Lilia: *Yaaawn* …It’s getting light out. I’m going to bed. You better not let that fire go out. There’s “Silver Owl” members and all sorts of vicious beasts lurking in these woods. You all get some sleep, too. We’ll be leaving at midday.
Baul: …Yes, sir. Rest well. “The Night’s blessing upon ye”.
Lilia: “The Night’s blessing upon ye”.
(Lilia departs)
Baul: Oi, humans. The General might think otherwise…. But I don’t trust you lot one bit. If I see you doing anything suspicious, you’ll be answering to my blade!! Mark my words! Go take one of the empty tents, but don’t bother the Guards while they’re resting. Hmph!
(Baul departs)
Silver: Did you hear that, Sebek?
Sebek: How could I not!! T-The Young Lord has already been born! Ahh… Oh, how I wish to see him, even a single glance will do!! HOW I WISH TO GAZE UPON HIS PEARL-LIKE VISAGE!!
Grim: Pearl-like? Dude, he’s literally an egg.
Silver: …….
Yuu: What’s the matter?
Silver: …..It’s strange.
Episode 7-65
Silver: …It’s strange.
Grim / Sebek: Huh?
Silver: Just now, my father said something like, “For the past 300 years, ever since I’ve known left from right.” And in the real world, he’s 700 years old… Basically, it seems like he’s dreaming of something that happened 400 years ago. But…. He also said the heir’s egg would hatch in another two or three years.
Sebek: *gasps* …I see! You’re right, ‘tis certainly very strange. That’s quite a great inconsistency with how old the Young Lord is presently.
Grim: How old’s Tsunotarou anyways?
Sebek: THE YOUNG LORD TURNED 178 YEARS OLD THIS YEAR!!
Yuu: (Compared to 700 years old, that actually sounds pretty young.)
Grim: What!?? Tsunotarou’s a friggin’ geezer!!
Sebek: What insolence! For the members of his species - those fae descended from long-lived dragons - he’s exceedingly young!
Yuu: Wait… Something’s not adding up here….
Silver: Did you notice it too, Yuu? You’re right, that’s a 200-year difference.
Grim: 200 years!? That ain’t somethin’ we can just write off here.
Sebek: Fae are known for their indifference towards the passage of time, but even so… It’s quite a serious discrepancy.
Silver: So you guys feel the same way, huh. It’s hard to believe my father would forget the date of something as monumental as our Lord’s birth. …Hmm… Neither my father nor Lord Malleus would ever speak much about the past in front of me. And there’s hardly any books on Briar Valley’s history back home or in the school library…. Do you have any idea what’s going on here, Sebek?
Sebek: My grandfather would oft regale me with tales of the Draconia Clan and Sir Lilia’s heroism, however… He hardly ever spoke of Lady Mallenoa-…. of the passing of Lord Malleus’s parents. I’ve read a wide variety of books in order to deepen my understanding of our country and our sovereigns… But again, hardly any of them covered that matter. Further, the Verdant Moors where Briar Castle is located lies outside Briar Valley’s present-day domain.
Silver: Sounds like all this chaos must’ve gone on for a really long time… Just what in the world happened…?
Sebek / Silver: …………..
Grim: Then how’s about we go stop by Briar Castle? Since Malleus’s egg is there and we’re lookin’ for a way to break his spell an’ all. I betcha we can find some clues! Heh, I’m a genius!
Silver: No, that’s… We won’t be able to do that. Dreams are unstable things. They’re more or less mental worlds constructed by the dreamer. And if you stray too far from the dreamer, you’ll often either hit a dead end or run into the “Darkness”.
Grim: Aww, maaan…. Guess we got no choice but to stick with Lilia.
Silver: Correct.
Sebek: Damnit…!!! Why did things have to turn out this way. And I had so hoped to catch a glimpse of the Young Lord!!
Silver: After they deliver that letter, Father and the others will most likely return to Briar Castle.
Sebek: *gasps* And that means I still have a chance!? A chance to gaze upon his regal countenance!? If that is so, then let us complete this mission posthaste!!
Silver: Yeah. Let’s all get some rest and get ready for tomorrow.
Sebek: Hmph! You needn’t tell me that.
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Please note: We will not know what the proper translations of the new places and character names introduced in this chapter are until the official English localizations are revealed, so please take my translations of them with a heavy grain of salt.
#twst#twst spoilers#lilia vanrouge#twst silver#sebek zigvolt#baul zigvolt#the ruler of the abyss#twisted wonderland
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Hey! I hope you have a good day without any problems and worries! 💕💕💕 I recently took a test on the language of love and thought about Mychael. What is his love language? (my style of love is touching, so he wouldn't be able to escape from my embrace HAHA)
Aww I love talking about the 5 love languages!! This is such a sweet ask <3 This is assuming MC and Mychael have been friends/lovers for a while; here we go!
•┈••♡❤ Mychael's Love Language(s) ❤♡••┈•
When you're on the receiving end; Offering Gifts 🎁💖
He's never had anyone be around as long as you have; he's kinda new to the gifting thing but does so with a lot of enthusiasm!!
Whether it's something he made or found, knowing he chose it for you is what makes it soso special.
He just loves the idea of being able to give something that was a part of himself and insert it into your life if that makes sense.
He also loves doing it because he believes you deserve to have nice things with all his heart :-)!
If he's not sure what to gift you he'd rely on pretty little knickknacks he thinks you'd like but still be on the safe side; flowers, jewelry, decorations and accessories.
But if he does figure out your interests he'd do his best to accommodate! Books, toys, tools and clothes... he has his means of getting stuff he can't make himself.
The idea of you keeping his gifts as a sign of friendship/love makes him really happy!!
Lowkey if he sees you using/wearing/displaying a gift he gave in the past he'd be purring non-stop.
When he's on the receiving end; Words of Affirmation 💬💕
We know how he feels about his physical appearance so this is a no-brainer. His self-esteem isn't the best :'-)
Being alone/isolated as he is, he might confuse physical affection but nothing is more clear to him than words straight from your mouth how much you mean to him <3
At first he wonders if you truly mean what you say when you talk so positively about him, but then he slowly starts to believe it.
Do not underestimate the impact of one (1) compliment as simple as "You look good today, Mychael." He'd remember it for at least a week.
It's a bit of a guessing game to figure out what gets him the best. If you praise his skill at something his response would be, "Oh I guess I got good at it. Thanks, firefly :-)" but if you praise his looks and mannerisms you've hit the jackpot.
Blushing, stuttering, avoiding your gaze level of embarrassment.
If you're really close friends or basically dating, he will absolutely ask for your opinion on how you feel about him from time to time, just to get reassurance from you.
Overall nothing gets him better than just hearing positive remarks from a loving source aka you :-) <3
#mushroom oasis vn#mychael ask#aug i love this question#i had a lot of fun answering it so tysm!! <3#q
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Bee[more]hyped!
Hi! Okay! So I’ve hidden details below, but if you just want the download link here you go.
Download (SFS)
Requires: UC, Easy Inventory Check
Alright, so a while back I found this lovely beehive conversion from Foresty, which was based on Untidyfan’s 3to2 conversion, which is in turn based on Gwenke’s functional beehive. What a way we’ve come! Believe (bee-lieve) it or not this is actually the object that got me interested in modding.
What I didn’t like about the original object was that it used 2 different objects as the honey, and the overload of effects. Lots of lag. So I’ve made a few tweaks!
The first 2 are cosmetic, I’ve moved the hive from the gardening section to Hobbies.../Misc, and the default texture is yellow, but the original green is still available. Bees are yellow, duh.
Sims now harvest honey directly into their inventory, which they can drink or stock the fridge with. This is a 4to2 conversion of the honey, which I thought was neat.
The hive now only displays the bee effects when open, or when a sim angers the bees. It produces a jar of honey every 18 hours, and Gatherer sims have a 50% chance of harvesting an extra jar each harvest. Lucky sims have about a 5% chance, and these can stack. A Lucky + Gatherer sim can harvest 2 extra jars, potentially.
Sims will autonomously harvest honey and occasionally inspect the beehive, please let me know if these values seem off to you I wasn’t super sure on them. Cowards will never harvest honey. Too many stingers!
The hive now builds nature enthusiasm when it’s used, and sims can harvest multiple jars at once. I’m not sure if there’s a limit to how much honey the hive can hold? I guess just keep an eye on it.
There’s two 2 new memories included as well. If you’re not comfortable with custom memories in your game please leave them out of your downloads folder, the hive seems to work just fine.
Caveats
Bee-cause of course there are. I might work some of these things out, but right now I’m done with this project.
My beehive and Foresty’s share the same GUID, and my jar of honey does as well. I’m not sure if that’s shared across all these hives or not. But you can’t have both in the game.
Children can not harvest honey, I didn’t feel like working on the animations.
Sims can’t drink the honey straight from their inventory, it must be placed first.
The animations and tool used to grab the honey are a bit off, but not enough that it actually bothers me right now.
Finally, the jar of honey itself.
As you can see the textures aren’t great? But I don’t know enough about objects to get it right. I’ll put this out there, if someone wants to help me fix this I’d be forever grateful.
I also wanted to edit the anger bees interaction, but I couldn’t get the chased by bees interaction to work? So I gave up. I do think there should be more ways for sims to die by flies anyway, but it’s not my ideal interaction.
Lastly, I wanted to convert the Honey Cake from 4, but food again proved challenging, and when I got to trying to do the coding so it requires a Honey in the fridge, it looked like a LUA script to me? So I backed off. Maybe one day. Not today.
You might be able to get away with not having the UC for this, but I think at the very least you’ll need BV. I can’t support any installations other than the UC though.
Anyway, thanks for reading! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I am! It’s just a fun silly little thing, but our sims need bees right???
Credits/Thanks: Foresty, Untidyfan, Gwenke. Your original objects and coding are amazing, I hope I’m not stepping on any toes here! I did DM Foresty, but I figured since Gwenke’s code has been reused a couple times now I thought I’d be fine.
Edit: 04/30/23: Moved honey jar out of the catalogue. Whoops. Had it in there for testing.
Edit 05/08/23: Bees no longer accumulate inaccesible honey in the winter.
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Kleine Maus
🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞
Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader
Summary: Reader has an experiment kink and smut ensues. I’m sorry, I really didn’t plan a summary for this, but enjoy.
Tags: Edging, dom/sub undertones, experiment kink, medical kink
Word Count: 5k
The Masterlist
As far as you could tell, no one suspected your true motives for volunteering to be a glorified lab rat for Medic. Whenever there was a new treatment that needed testing, or when Medic just felt like satisfying his own curiosity through means of malpractice, you were there at his beck and call.
That wasn’t a lie entirely. You always had a kind of passion for science, but as you continued with these experiments you found that you also had a passion for other things. It was with that discovery that your motives for volunteering became far less scientific.
You convinced yourself that there was nothing to worry about. These inclinations of yours would probably fade. You just had to maintain professionalism in the meantime. Well, as professional as you could be with a man who regularly cut you open and rooted around inside your rib cage.
That worked for a while, until it didn’t. Those feelings of yours didn’t fade as you hoped they would. If anything they got stronger. You found yourself squirming beneath Medic’s touch, no matter how hard you tried to sit still.
At one point, his fingers brushed up the length of your spine and you gasped. Medic paused, his hands going still right at the base of your neck.
“Is anything wrong?” He asked.
“Uh, your hands are a bit cold, that’s all,” you lied through your teeth, and it was a poor lie. After being literally cut open and having your organs on display something as small as cold hands wouldn’t bother you. Medic didn’t question you any further, continuing the procedure and leading you to believe he had dropped the subject.
However, with each following visit Medic seemed to let his hands linger in certain places longer than usual. He would lean in closer, and you could sometimes feel him breathing against the back of your neck. You prayed that the heart monitor wouldn’t give away your excitement whenever he did so.
The way he spoke to you certainly didn’t help. Over the course of your time together Medic had taken to calling you pet names; his guinea pig, his lab rat, his little maus. That last one had grown to be your favorite. Something about the vulnerability of being equated to a mere mouse, a prey animal, something completely under his control, was extremely appealing to you.
For a while you entertained the idea that he was purposely teasing you. However, you quickly dismissed that as a hopeful fantasy. It was probably all in your head, and you just desperately needed to get your mind out of the gutter.
So you arrived in the infirmary as usual, mentally preparing yourself for whatever Medic had planned that day. You sat upon the edge of the operation table and glanced to the side where a wide range of surgical tools would usually be organized in neat rows. It had become a small hobby of yours to try to guess which one Medic would be using on you during each session.
However, the usual arrangement of scalpels, scissors, and forceps were not there. Nor were there any vials of mysterious chemicals or intimidating contraptions anywhere in the infirmary. The whole place looked empty and unusually sterile.
Medic himself faced away from you, looking deep in thought as he sorted through what was probably paperwork. You looked on sympathetically as you waited for him to acknowledge you. He had previously lamented to you that tedious desk work like that was his least favorite part of his job.
“Ah, there you are!” He said, his expression brightening the moment he glanced behind himself and saw you. “Good, now we can begin.”
You smiled back at him. You always tried to maintain a cheerful demeanor. It was a nice change of pace for Medic, since most of the test subjects he had worked with before tended to be a bit apprehensive, to put it lightly.
“Now, I would like to try something a bit different today,” Medic said, still sorting through the pile of half-finished paperwork. You immediately perked up, intrigued by whatever he had in mind. “But before we begin I must ask you a question.”
“Of course, go ahead,” you said, eager to get onto the ‘fun’ part, as always. Medic pushed the papers off to the side, finally turning to face you.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
You stared dumbly for a moment, confused by the vagueness of the question. You were expecting to be asked about medical history or some other typical doctor question. Then again, Medic wasn’t a typical doctor. Still, you didn’t know what to make of something so cryptic.
“I’m sorry? Notice what?” You asked, considering that you may have zoned out and missed part of the question.
“Oh, don’t play dumb with me. You’re a smart girl,” he said, fixing you with a knowing look that made you shudder. There was no way this was happening.
“I’ll be honest, you actually did quite a good job of hiding it from me,” he continued, “You know, doctors are trained to notice any little sign of discomfort in their patients, and yet it took me quite a while to have any suspicions about you, and even longer for me to confirm that those suspicions were correct.”
“And what suspicions would those be exactly?” You asked, still not quite believing what was happening. Even if Medic had noticed your affinity for being experimented on, would he really care enough to confront you about it?
“What did I just say about playing dumb?” He asked, a hint of something more authoritative in his voice. Like a switch had flipped, he had an air of dominance about him, and you took interest in that immediately.
“But, if I must spell it out for you - I see the way you react when I’m experimenting on you, dear,” he said. The dominant tone was gone just as it had appeared, and you felt a twinge of disappointment.
“At first I thought you were squirming with discomfort, but that’s not what this is, is it?” Medic reached out, his fingers just barely brushing your shoulders and making you react just like he predicted. Your face flushed with embarrassment and you averted your gaze out of shame. Were you really that easy to read?
You didn’t answer him at first, and although you weren’t looking at his face, you just knew he was sporting a knowing grin. Your silence spoke volumes.
“No, people in discomfort don’t generally clench their thighs together like this,” he continued, moving one of his hands to run up your thigh. “Or bite their lip as they attempt to calm the flush in their cheeks.”
“No, I suppose they don’t,” you admitted. You brought a hand to your face, feeling the heat rising in your cheek just as he had described.
“You enjoy being experimented on a little more than you’d like to admit, isn’t that right?” Medic asked coyly. He already knew the answer.
“Perhaps,” you whispered, unable to work up the courage to speak any louder.
“What was that dear? I didn’t quite hear you?” Medic said. He was playing with you, watching you fidget under his gaze, and he was enjoying every minute of it.
“I said yes!” You said, louder and with surprising conviction, possibly spurred on by his teasing. He laughed, almost sounding surprised at your sudden assurance.
“That’s what I thought,” he said. “I do wonder what it is that makes you have such a strong reaction? Perhaps it’s the pain?”
He began to pace the length of the room as he mused over this. You wished he would come back, place his hands back where they had just been, and in other places as well.
“Or could the fear factor be a part of it?” He emphasized this by tracing a finger lazily over a blunt scalpel left laying haphazardly on a countertop, unsharpened and definitely unsanitized. Then he turned to look at you again, his gaze alight, as if he had just had a brilliant realization, “Oh, or maybe it’s the attention?”
Once again, you were unable to meet his gaze, and one again, he read you like an open book.
“Ah, so that is it. You like having my full attention? Having me analyze your every little movement and reaction,” he approached you again, leaning in dangerously close, “just like I’m doing right now?”
Your heart raced and you found yourself speechless. Admitting that you had developed some surreal experiment kink to the man who regularly experimented on you was difficult enough. But to watch him strut around and dissect the exact meaning behind it with unbelievable accuracy? How were you even meant to respond?
“You don’t have to say a thing, dear. I know I’m right,” He said, once again backing away, and once again making you wither at the lost proximity between the two of you. He stopped, his back turned to you. He seemed deep in thought for what felt like forever before he finally spoke again, “What happens next, mädchen, is up to you.”
“What do you mean?” You asked.
“Let me finish,” he said, turning to face you. There it was again, that sudden air of authority. That commanding drop in his voice that you honestly couldn’t get enough of.
“As I was saying, what happens next is up to you. You could admit that I’m right, and in return, we could try a new kind of experiment, one that I’m sure we will both enjoy immensely, or you could deny it, and I won’t push you any more. We can carry on as usual, acting as if this never happened.”
“You would be willing to drop the subject just like that?” You asked.
“If that is what you want. You have my word.” He seemed genuine. You took a deep breath. Damn, you were really doing this.
“I don’t think I want to drop this,” you said. “I think I would like to see this new experiment you have planned.”
“So, I can safely say my hypothesis was correct?” He asked, that smug grin returning the moment you voiced your willingness.
“Yes, I do enjoy being experimented on,” you said, realizing he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted until you said it all yourself. “Some of the appeal is the pain, some of it is the fear. But most of all, I like having your full attention on me. I love it.”
“Well then, with your permission, of course, shall we get started, my little maus?” He leaned in extremely close to whisper in your ear, his warm breath making you shudder. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Yes, please,” you said, embarrassed at how desperate you sounded. Medic hadn’t even done anything to you yet, and somehow you were panting like a desperate animal already.
“Now, patience will be key here, my dear,” Medic said with a short laugh. He backed away and leaned against the wall opposite from you, looking far more relaxed than you. It was the posture of a man who was in control. It just made you want him more.
“Now, I want you to get up and strip for me,” he said. He stated it in an incredibly matter of fact way, as if he was completely unaware of how mortifying it was for you.
Of course, the humiliation wasn’t your main concern. If anything it was more of a turn on. Rather, your true fear was revealed by a quick glance towards the infirmary doors. Medic noticed this, of course.
“Oh, don’t worry. I've taken every precaution. No one will be walking in on our little procedure,” he said, emphasizing that last word in a way that made you shiver with anticipation. He really had planned for everything.
“Alright,” you said. You were cautiously optimistic, allowing yourself a flirtatious little smirk as you began to strip. Medic mirrored that smirk as he watched you intently.
“Yes, that’s it…” he said, taking everything in as you undressed. Every motion you made felt agonizingly slow. As fun as it could be to make this a striptease, you were too eager to get to the real fun.
Of course, once you actually were completely naked, the self consciousness hit like a sledgehammer to the skull. There you stood, completely baring yourself to him, absolutely vulnerable in a way you hadn’t quite mentally prepared yourself for.
Medic took a few steps towards you, looking you up and down like a prized specimen. He reached out a hand only to pause just before touching your bare skin.
“May I?” He asked. You nodded, meeting his eyes for just a moment before your nerves forced you to look away, your face reddening.
You almost flinched when he made contact with your skin, his hands caressing your shoulders and arms before one hand dropped lower, traveling down your body until it came to rest on your hip. The other hand was placed on your chin, gently guiding your face upwards to look at him once again.
“Beautiful,” Medic whispered. He certainly looked pleased. After he was done appraising your body he wasted no time taking control of the situation once again.
“Now, back onto the table for me, dear. It may be a bit cold, but I’m afraid it’s the most comfortable thing we have at our disposal at the moment,” he said, motioning to the surgical table you had just been sitting on a few minutes ago, though it felt like it had been much longer.
You dutifully climbed onto the table, inhaling sharply at the feeling of the cold metal on your exposed skin. It sent a shiver through your body as you tried to get comfortable.
“So obedient. Such a good girl,” His voice dropped into that dominant tone once again. It was even more enticing this time, offering praise instead of commands. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your anticipation. It was like he said, you had to be patient. And you wanted to keep being good for him.
“What’s next?” You asked softly, a bit hesitant.
“Now, you lay back,” he gently pushed you back onto the table until you were laying flat. Again, you shivered at the further contact with the cold metal, instinctively trying to pull away.
“Stay down, dear,” he said, and the stern edge in his tone made you comply. He placed a hand on the center of your chest somewhat firmly as you leaned back onto the table. It wasn’t enough to really hold you down, just enough to give the illusion of being overpowered and at his mercy.
“I know it’s cold, but don’t fret. Things will be heating up very soon,” he said, his voice soft, more reassuring.
“Yes sir”
Medic hummed in appreciation at the use of that little title. “Good, very good. Now how about we get these out of the way?”
He placed his hands on your thighs, pushing them apart and placing himself between your legs, at the edge of the table. Medic stopped to appreciate the view of you like that, beneath him and blushing with your legs spread. His hands rested on your hips, so agonizingly close to where you wanted them to be.
“Ah, what a lovely sight,” he said, smirking at your flustered reaction to his admiration. Then he finally moved one of his hands, running a finger along your slit. You bit back a moan, quelling it into a soft sigh.
“Trying to stifle your sounds, hm?” Medic asked. He continued to stroke you gently, clearly amused at your attempts to stay quiet. “Such a shy little maus, but I highly doubt that shyness will last very long.”
You whimpered as Medic focused his touch on your clit. As he continued to rub circles around such a sensitive spot you found it harder to keep your voice down.
“Ja, that’s right. Let me know how good I’m making you feel,” Medic said, continuing to pleasure you with his hands as you moaned and sighed for him.
You were already wound up from all the buildup to this, so it was of no surprise when you started to reach your peak quickly. Your moans steadily increased in volume. Medic took notice, of course.
“You’re becoming quite vocal. Are you going to come, dear?” He asked.
“God, yes! I’m so close-”
And then, Medic stopped touching you. You buck and whine at the sudden loss of contact. Your eyes, closed tight with anticipation of release, steadily opened as you wondered what the hell just happened. They opened only to see Medic leaning over you with a teasing smirk on his face.
“What? What was that for?” You ask, somewhat incensed at being brought to the brink only to be robbed of any satisfaction.
However, your indignation melted when Medic gripped your chin, prompting you to look up at him once again. The look in his eyes puts you in your place immediately. It’s the possessive gaze of someone who knows they are completely in charge.
“Remember what I said about patience. This experiment will require a lot of it, from both you and me,” he said.
“Yes sir,” you sighed, wondering how long he was planning to tease you like this.
Medic’s gaze softened again. He looked contemplative. You were tempted to ask him if something was wrong, but he spoke before you had the chance to.
“May I kiss you?”
You were a little surprised by his request. You had assumed this would be purely physical, but you were by no means turned off by the idea. You nodded enthusiastically, closing the small gap between the two of you yourself.
You sat up on the edge of the table, allowing you to be on more equal footing with Medic. He was surprisingly chaste at first, pressing soft, short kisses to your lips and occasionally moving to your jawline and neck.
It was you who made the first move to deepen the kiss. You gently bit his bottom lip, impishly provoking him into doing something in return. And of course, he did, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
The two of you soon set a dizzying pace. As you bit and moved your lips against Medic’s, he occupied his hands by running them tantalizingly up and down your sides. Every so often he’d caress your chest or trace his fingers down your back, sending shivers up your spine.
You pulled away from him, panting and dazed. At some point you had wrapped your legs around his waist. You were pulled flush against him, feeling his chest rise and fall with his heavy breaths and the warmth of his body through his clothes. The intimacy of being so close to him was strangely comforting.
Of course it wasn’t long before your eagerness got the better of you. That little make out session had only managed to get you more aroused and restless.
Medic noticed you squirming against him and took a step back. You made a small sound of disappointment as he pulled away, but it was quickly replaced with a moan as he ran a finger over your entrance. Medic made a soft sound of approval, seeing how wet you had become.
You gasped as he pushed one finger inside of you, a bit startled by the sudden intrusion. Medic stopped for a moment.
“Is this alright?” He asked. A sliver of concern could be seen through his otherwise confident demeanor.
“Yes, just don’t stop moving please,” you begged, barely restraining yourself from thrusting on his fingers.
“As you wish,” Medic said, his grin returning the moment he heard you beg for him.
He thrust with a single finger at first, but it wasn’t long before you were wet enough for a second. You arched your back when he curled his fingers, stroking an especially sensitive area. Noticing your reaction, he repeated that motion.
“Oh, ja, that’s a good spot, isn’t it?” He whispered, repeatedly curling his fingers into your g-spot. He soon had reduced you to a moaning mess by doing that.
He brushed his thumb over your clit, and you clutched onto the edges of the surgical table. It felt so goddamn good, and you could feel the pleasure building again.
Your eyes rolled back as you felt your orgasm approaching, and Medic, ever attentive to your reactions, noticed. And of course, he wasn’t about to let you get off so easily. Once again, he stopped the moment you were about to finish.
Once again you were left confused, trembling, and extremely frustrated.
“God damn it,” you huffed, unable to hide your annoyance. “What is this experiment even testing anyway?”
Medic didn’t even humor you with a verbal answer, simply flashing a devious look at you. He admired the desperate state you were in before leaning down to kiss you again. He peppered kisses down your neck, stopping to suck or bite at the sensitive skin there, leaving marks as if to claim you.
This was never really an experiment at all and you both knew it from the moment you began. It was always a proposition, and the clinical side of it was just Medic’s way of appealing to both of your kinks. He liked torturing you like this, testing your patience and edging you.
You wondered, had he also been holding back his own desires over the past few months as well? All that time he had spent experimenting on you, testing your limits, usually cackling madly to himself as you endured all he put you through. God, and until now you had assumed the tension was one sided.
It should have been of no surprise, given that it was him . He always has enjoyed pushing his patients to their limits, and this situation was no exception.
Lost in your thoughts for a moment, you hadn’t noticed Medic trailing kisses down your body until he reached your thighs. He was on his knees, offering quite a different view than earlier, when he had been towering over you.
The surgical table was tilted down slightly, just far enough to give Medic better access to you without you sliding off. Placing your legs on his shoulders, he began to kiss your inner thighs. He caressed your legs and ass as he teased you, repeatedly moving his mouth dangerously close to where you wanted it before pulling away.
You tried to shift closer but he gripped your legs harder, warning you.
“Stay still, mädchen. I can’t have my test subject writhing about now, can I?” He grinned up at you from between your legs.
The way he spoke was so matter of fact. If anything, it made it even harder to stay still, but even so, you tried to do as you were told.
“That’s better. Good girl, little maus,” he said, continuing to stroke your thighs. You somehow managed to keep from squirming under his touch, only twitching slightly when Medic kissed or nipped at your soft flesh.
His hands stilled and you shuddered when you felt his breath against your cunt. He looked up at you and the two of you made eye contact for a brief moment. His gaze was soft, conveying a silent request for permission. You nod enthusiastically, and he immediately gets to work, running his tongue along your entrance before delving in.
You moan, and every so often he responds with a soft hum, vibrating deliciously against you. He flicks his tongue up towards your clit a few times, bringing you extremely close. You were just barely holding it together. Of course at this point you had grown to expect his affinity for teasing you to the edge but never quite letting you go over.
It was extremely tempting to just grind against his face. You wanted nothing more than to get that little bit of friction that would finally drive you into your climax, but you resisted. You wanted to see how far this would go, how long you could endure.
Another other part of you wanted to obey, to be a good little lab mouse, just for him, and that meant being patient. So you let him bring you to the edge only to once again cease his actions, removing his mouth from you. You barely kept yourself from writhing in sheer frustration as your orgasm escaped you once again.
However, it may have just been worth it to see the equally desperate look on his face. He was sweating and at some point he had removed his vest and tie, allowing his dress shirt to fall open slightly. For the first time you realized that he was probably testing his own patience just as much as he was testing yours.
You glanced lower and barely suppressed the grin spreading across your face at the sight of his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. Yes, it was definitely a test of his patience too. He spoke, and the needy tone in his voice only further proved your point.
“You’ve been a very good little maus for me, dear. Such a good mädchen.”
“Thank you, sir” you lowered your voice, trying to sound as seductive and alluring as you could, hoping to tempt the doctor into finally allowing you the release you both so craved.
“I think you deserve a reward, ja?” He asked. “How would you like that? How would you like to finally finish, mädchen?”
“I would like that very much. Please, doctor,” you begged.
“Yes, I figured you would like that,” he said, laughing as he unzipped his fly, finally releasing his erection.
You took in the sight of him looming over you, looking dominant yet so deliciously tousled as well, with his shirt buttons half undone and his glasses askew. The head of his cock rested against your entrance, tantalizing you, but not giving you what you wanted yet.
“Do you want this?” Medic asked. Beneath his teasing tone there was a note of sincerity. It was pleasant, the way he checked in on you like that. However, at the moment you really wanted nothing more than for him to pound you into the table, and anything that prolonged that outcome was agonizing.
“Yes,” you said, more desperate than ever for the main event. “Please, please fuck me!”
Medic laughed, but even his mirth couldnt disguise his own eagerness. It was apparent in the way he clutched the edges of the table, as if holding himself back. Soon he wouldn’t need to hold back.
“Of course, liebling,” he whispered, finally pushing himself into you.
His movements were agonizingly slow at first. Perhaps that was intentional. He may have intended to make you beg for him to go faster, but by now both of you were at your limit. Even Medic didn’t have the patience to prolong this any further.
It wasn’t long before he was slamming into you roughly, savoring every pleased sound he managed to draw out of you.
But even in this frantic, animal-like state, he wasn’t beyond teasing you with his words.
“Does this feel good, little maus? Is this what you wanted?” He asked in between groans.
“God yes! Don’t stop,” you moaned, gasping with the effort it took to form any coherent words.
Medic laughed wickedly. It was similar to how he would sound at the end of a particularly dangerous surgery, or after performing an ethically dubious medical procedure. It would usually strike fear into most people, but at the moment it came off as incredibley erotic.
“That’s right. You’re such a good little lab mouse for me. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
Your head spun as you tried to answer him through the fog of ecstasy you were in.
“Yes!” You moaned, your voice shaking as he thrust into you even harder, “Fuck, yes!”
Grasping for anything to hold onto, your hands clutched at his shirt, gripping the fabric roughly as he fucked you into the metal table. Thanks to all the teasing leading up to this, it wasn’t long before you felt yourself becoming close.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, afraid of being left on the edge again. You weren’t sure when exactly you started begging.
“God, I’m really close! Don’t stop, please!” You repeated your desperate pleas for release several times.
Medic’s voice trembled as he tried to respond. He was close too, muttering curses to himself in German as he tried to stave off his own climax.
“Gott, my good girl. Mein gutes mädchen. That’s it, come for me, meine gute kleine maus!” He gasped.
And with a few more well placed thrusts, you did just that. You came hard, practically clawing at his back as you rode out your long awaited orgasm. Medic followed soon after. He buried his face in the crook of your neck in a futile attempt to stifle his own moans.
Medic pulled out of you, but didn’t stand up. Both of you were still coming down from the high, breathing hard and not wanting to move just yet. From the way your legs were shaking, you doubted you could get up even if you were willing to.
You sighed as Medic lazily caressed your body as he lay atop you. It was a soothing sensation, and soon your breathing slowed back to a normal rate. You began to gain enough strength to sit up. Medic begrudgingly sat up with you with a groan.
“I trust that was enjoyable?” He asked, that smug grin returning to his face. You couldn’t help but smile back.
“Yeah, definitely,” you said, taking in the sight of Medic, normally so well put together, now thoroughly disheveled. You reached out absentmindedly to straighten his glasses, somewhat surprised at how they hadn’t managed to fall off. He hummed appreciatively.
“You look so spent, dear,” he said, caressing one of your still flushed cheeks. You leaned into the touch, smiling softly. “Once you can walk again, we can get you cleaned up and comfortable, my little maus.”
You blushed softly at the use of your favorite pet name, and you predicted that you would be hearing it in situations such as this again. After all, this did begin as an “experiment.” And an essential part of any good experiment is repetition.
#medic x reader#tf2 x reader#smut#medic tf2#minors go away#minors dni#team fortress 2#team fortress 2 medic#medic team fortress 2#team fortress#merc x reader
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Buddie 605 meta
I’ll start kind of at the end and mention Christopher’s diagnosis of Hoover’s mental health. It’s a cute moment, but I think it also is a reflection of how this kid has a dad who’s now going to therapy to work on himself and get better. Not only that, Chris has a dad who’s doing that and it’s implied Eddie comes home and shares some of his new found insights with his son, just like we’ve seen him doing with his colleagues. This is also a part of good parenting, just being honest about his experiences at therapy, and in the process Eddie’s sharing tools that can help Chris better understand the world. This is a part of why I stan the Diaz boys. ~~
I always love seeing our battlefield boyfriends working together seamlessly, and we get that in the very first call of the ep already. Now you can tell me that them working together on the calls is breadcrumbs, but we have had a substantial number of eps where we didn’t get even that. And this thing where they’re work husbands, it’s a part of how they express their bond in the most fundamental of ways. It’s essential. So I can never see it, even in tiny doses, and not fangirl.
Moreover, it leads to the fullest Buddie moment of the ep, when they show up to help Marisol with her house. They destroyed a portion of her house together on the job, so they are there to fix it together. But if you think about it, that doesn’t actually make sense. How many places have they had to tear down as a part of their job over the years? Why is it Buck and Eddie out of the core team to show up and not others as well? Bobby was the one who had the idea of cutting into this girl’s ceiling. It was Chim riding in the ambulance along with Eddie and the siblings, seeing their moving conversation. So why is it Buck there at the end with Eddie instead of Chim? Why isn’t Bobby there? And from the storytelling POV, wouldn’t a better resolution be for this girl’s brother to get to prove himself in some way as her big brother? Maybe not in the way that he intended, but still one that matters. We’ve had the wrap up for emotional calls have nothing to do with the 118. Yet instead, we get this scene with Buddie visually coming together to save the day. Maybe Buddie just miss the quiet intimacy of fixing walls together, as they did in 518. In any case, it’s clear 911 is reminding us that while it IS an ensemble of characters, ships and storylines, regardless of where the focus is in a specific ep, Buddie never stop being important to this show. ~~
Lastly, remember how we had a party at Bathena’s in 301 for Buck who passed an important test, there was a lot of emotional interaction between him and Eddie, but then this was setting up an emergency involving one of them, and with the resolution of that storyline, they became even closer than they were? Well, this ep gave us a party at Bathena’s for Hen who passed an important test, there was a lot of emotional interaction between her and Karen, but then this was setting up an emergency involving one of them. Pretty sure it would also lead to some resolution that will make Henren get even closer and appreciate what they have even more than they already do... I’m not saying that Buddie is paralleling one of the show’s canon ships already, before this Henren storyline has even fully kicked off, but that’s exactly what I’m saying. These repeated and pronounced parallels of Buddie with every canon ship can’t all be coincidences.
~~ ~~ Thank you so much for reading this! And for every reblog and like! If you’re interested in catching up, you can find my 604 meta and more of my content on my blog. Thank you to the star that is @whosoldherout who keeps making these meta posts 500% better with her gifs.
#buddie#911meta#buddie meta#911 meta#9-1-1#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie gif#buddie gifs#buddieedit#911edit#911 gif#911gif#911gifs#911 gifs#wm#911onabc#911 on abc#911abc#911 abc
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Another Zelda Theory: The Seven Sages in the Era of Myth
Save for the numerical discrepancy (the seventh sage shown in-painting was likely the Zelda of that era, as she is most often the Seventh Sage/Maiden in the other games), the Seven Sages spoken of in the backstory of A Link Between Worlds and the six Sages seen in Twilight Princess might be the same group.
The ALBW paintings and backstory also seem to explain how the Triforce location changed from where they were seen at the end of Skyward Sword, from the Hylia statue to within the Temple of Light in the Golden Land/Sacred Realm.
Now, this is pretty damn early in the timeline, so it's likely that the six sages seen in Twilight Princess + the Zelda of their original era are the very first of their profession in Hyrule, the original sages gathered specifically to seal away the Triforce when it was clearly too dangerous for it to remain out in the open, given the bloody conflicts that were sparked in pursuit of it. They would also be the constructors of the Temple of Light which would hold the Triforce. The original Rauru would have been one of these first sages, and they would much later construct the Temple of Time on the remains of the Sealed Temple of Skyward Sword as an additional measure after the events of the Interloper War spoken of in Twilight Princess.
Additionally, I hypothesize that items like the Moon Pearl and Magic Mirror found in A Link to the Past are the creations of the original Sages, tools which they developed in their research about interacting with the Sacred Realm in order to successfully seal away the Triforce there. These tools allowed them to enter, safely traverse, and exit other dimensions/realms, as well as seal up entrances to those other dimensions/realms if they needed to. This is further supported by the existence of the Mirror of Twilight, which the Sages clearly know how to operate and likely created it in the first place.
This all leads me to next ask, then, 'why do five new sages have to be awakened in Ocarina of Time?' My answer to that is that when Ganondorf got his hands on the Triforce of Power in that game, his minions entered the five temples of the game and, quite simply, destroyed them upon invading said temples. He did so to the two sages of the Master Sword in The Wind Waker, who also happened to need awakened replacements to restore the Master Sword, so I wouldn't put it past him. Not to mention what he did to one Sage during his botched execution in Twilight Princess. (Damn, the sages have it really rough in this series.) Thus Link needed to awaken the next generation of sages throughout Ocarina of Time.
Also, it's worth observing that the role of sage doesn't necessarily always have to do with managing the Sacred Realm. There's the case of the sages being the shrine maidens watching over the seal of the Four Sword on Vaati in Four Swords Adventures akin to the same role of the Maidens in A Link to the Past. This shows that there are varied and flexible uses of the sage profession depending on the situation. It seemingly always comes down to petitioning the divines, preparing for the future, empowering and preserving sacred swords, sealing away evil that can't be destroyed, and maintaining safe boundaries between realms/dimensions.
Oh, and apparently the old men who give you swords in the original Legend of Zelda, and the one who guards the Triforce of Courage in the final dungeon of The Adventure of Link count as sages too, according to Hyrule Encylopedia. I don't regard those books as strictly canon, but I can easily see this being the case. This means we can add the keeping of sacred objects and important weapons, as well as testing a next incarnation of the Hero, to the potential duties belonging to the sages of this era.
One other thing to add, I find it interesting how A Link Between Worlds adds to the sage system in the lore, showing that the seventh Sage/Sage of Time doesn't necessarily HAVE to be Zelda, just that typically Zelda is the best fit for it. Also, it looks like the Chamber of Sages in the Temple of Light is capable of just...rebuilding and re-arranging itself as needed. I guess being a more metaphysical kind of structure enables easy alterations.
Image Credit: All but one are from Nintendo's official artworks and in-game screenshots. The black and white Interloper illustration is from the Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess manga adaptation by Akira Himekawa, which by the way is excellent and you absolutely should read it.
#zelda#the legend of zelda#ocarina of time#a link to the past#a link between worlds#the wind waker#twilight princess#theory#fan theory#zelda theory#era of myth#nintendo#link#skyward sword#impa#seven sages#ganondorf#triforce#loz#loz medli#loz makar#loz laruto#loz fado#saria#darunia#ruto#nabooru#totk sages
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Funding FujoCoded: Stretch Goals!
It’s time! With our first goal met (🎉 thank you!), let’s talk about stretch goals. We have quite a few planned, so we're going to go through them one by one and explain what they are and why we chose them!
Before we go down the list, here's something fun:
Sticker Unlock: At 45 backers, we also unlocked one more sticker!
The goal of our campaign is to cover business expenses most of all. The unlocked content is an extra token of gratitude for your support that also helps us meet our own targets!
With that said, let's get to our stretch goals...
$4,000:
"That's Why I Ship On Company Time" Ao3 Sticker
At $4,000 we'll unlock one more sticker design that you can add to your collection!
Our first version of this "shipping" sticker features VSCode and a terminal, but there's more than one type of shipping... here's to the other one!
$5,000:
"Using NPM with Javascript" Article
Next up, we have our first article. Our plan is to add an Articles section to @fujowebdev where we'll collect simple, free guides to help beginners get past the roadblocks we see them encounter!
This first one will cover the basics of NPM, a core element of modern JavaScript!
"How do I install this JavaScript library? How do I run this open source JavaScript project? How can I get started creating my blog using a tool like @astrodotbuild?" are some of the most common questions we get in our Fandom Coders server.
Let's give *everyone* the answer!
$6,000:
Offering Website Art Prints
Next up, we'll turn the excellent art on our website into prints! These will be (probably) 8x10-sized art prints that will look amazing without breaking the bank. Full specs soon!
...and speaking of the site, you have tried moving the windows, right?
$7,000:
"Catching Up With Terminal" Article
Next, another common issue for beginner developers: how to start learning how to handle the Terminal.
This will require some research to determine the major roadblocks, which is how our project operates: active learning from those going through it all!
$8,000:
"Crucial Confrontations" Article
And last (for now), something very dear to us: an article extracting some wisdom from the book "Crucial Confrontations": https://www.amazon.com/Crucial-Confrontations-Resolving-Promises-Expectations/dp/0071446524
This may seem like an unusual choice, but it highlights how our teaching goals go beyond programming to cover collaboration!
After years of working within our community, we repeatedly found that developing effective communication and confrontation skills helps our collaborators thrive. Unfortunately, the world doesn't teach us how to effectively (but kindly) hold each other accountable.
Some of our most involved collaborators have read this book and found the tools within it transformative. Given this experience, we deeply believe that making some of this wisdom easily accessible (without having to read the full book) will allow all of us to collaborate better!
If we can reach $8,000, this will enable us to test this hypothesis and learn how teaching soft skills beyond programming influences what we're able to achieve! It's a bold idea, but we're excited to see how it turns out in practice.
Help us make it there!
And that's all...for now!
If you want to hop on Twitch right now, you can join us as we put some extra polish on our shiny new FujoCoded website.
And remember, you can back our campaign here to help us achieve these goals and more:
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Touching is Good: A Retrospective
My trusty Nintendo 3DS, which has held out since I was gifted it for my 15th birthday, has turned one decade old with my 25th birthday this past November. Given new life with custom firmware and nds-bootstrap via TWiLightMenu, the 3DS is stellar for visiting any past handheld title or console title up to (and somewhat including) the N64. (Quick plug for the CFW/hacking community for the less popular PS Vita, too, which has accomplished some pretty crazy-cool stuff this last year.) I use my 3DS more often than I use my Nintendo Switch most weeks.
The Nintendo DS (minus the three) launched in late 2004. The second display and stylus support were novel tools for developers to experiment with, and the NDS is best remembered for its robust catalogue of RPGs and visual novels. Where it lacked in power, narrative-focused games flourished under its technical limitations.
That being said, while browsing the ROM archives on Vimm's Lair to pick up some titles, I was reminded of what an interesting era the mid-to-late 2000s were for games. While Sony and Microsoft were fighting over the "core gamer" demographic, who had outgrown Nintendo mascots, Nintendo led a series of wildly successful marketing campaigns for its hardware after the light failure of the Gamecube, where the Nintendo DS and then the Wii were targeted at...everyone else.
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If you look at ads for the DS and the Wii, you'll see that adults are featured much more prominently than children, especially women and seniors. (This did not go unnoticed, as I found this ancient relic of misogyny while looking for images for this post.) A Nintendo handheld was already an easy sell to parents with small children (though I think it's also notable that ads which do focus on children often prominently feature girls. Munchlax is pretty hot...), but Nintendo's angle for the DS and Wii was that their hardware wasn't just for children. The Wii was a way to get up off the couch and to play board games with grandma. The DS was a great gadget for a working woman to keep in her pocketbook.
This worked. The Wii and DS were two of the best-selling consoles of all time. In particular, the DS's marketing campaign only worked because it came out in the perfect window of time. PDA-phone hybrids had been around since the 90s, and the Blackberry had been kicking around for a few years, but the iPhone wouldn't be introduced until 2007, and the 4G LTE standard wouldn't be released until 2009. While the Blackberry was popular with businesspeople and the PDA was out of style, smartphones were luxury toys for several years; they wouldn't become near-ubiquious until the mid-2010s. I didn't get my own smartphone until probably around the same time I got my 3DS, a full handheld generation later.
Browsing the software library for the Nintendo DS and DSi with that in mind is really interesting. Many titles released for the platform serve the same purposes that would be fulfilled by simple smartphone apps less than a decade later: planners and diaries, fitness trackers, calculators, language learning and SAT prep software, even a guide to the then-most-recent version of the driver's test in the UK. These proliferated with the release of the DSi's virtual store, but they existed even with the base model. You could go to a brick-and-mortar store and buy them on physical cartridges. (You might be wondering, "Why would you bother carrying those around over just buying a Blackberry?" You can't underestimate how expensive the service bills for a smartphone were before companies realized they were the most powerful spyware tool in history.)
There was never a time where every single businesswoman in New York carried a DS Lite, but adults did buy and use them, and a not insignificant portion of the DS's software library is aimed at a casual adult audience. Another niche covered mostly by smartphone games these days—games designed to be picked up and played in short sessions on-the-go, in places like waiting rooms and subway commutes.
Nintendo made crazy bank in the seventh console generation. Publications of the time talked about a console war between Sony, Microsoft, and Nintendo, but the real battle was between the PS3 and the Xbox 360 over the gamer demographic. Nintendo was producing hardware for a niche who would quietly disappear once smartphone sales began ballooning by hundreds of millions per year over the course of the early 2010s.
After the failure of the Wii U, Nintendo's marketing strategy pivoted again, though I doubt they'll ever completely abandon their family-friendly image. Currently beat out only by the PS2 and the DS, the Nintendo Switch may very well climb to a status as the best-selling console of all time before the end of its lifespan, but the "gamer" demographic is much bigger than it was two decades ago at the dawn of the DS. As more and more devices become consolidated into the Swiss army knife the smartphone has become, consoles can only carve out a role as dedicated gaming machines.
I'm not sure we'll ever see anything like the Nintendo DS or the Wii again. I think they're worth looking back on for their uniqueness in that way as much as they are for the more celebrated parts of their libraries.
#mine#this is the first in a series of posts i have in mind on this general subject. my next one will be more entertaining i think.
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A wonderful performance
[Hey, it’s a smut]
[Disclaimer, I wrote a fair share of this before 4.3 so it’s been reconstructed quite a bit. Spare me.]
“The grass is always greener on the other side” is a well known phrase put to test in many plays, movies, and of course, life. Furina had witnessed this truth many times over the centuries but she never thought it would rear its head as she was granted her new lease on life. At last she had been granted a chance at peace, simplicity, freedom, and way off stage. These were all things that brought a sense of ease to a wary mind that she did not take for granted. However, not even she expected to breathe a sigh of relief upon being granted a Vision. Maybe it was because she felt a lack of power her entire life? Whatever the reason, excitement stirred in her chest under the pale moonlight as she stood on the shore line using her gift to have a certain sway over the low tide. Divinity was something Furina didn’t care for and she was sure gaining mastery over her abilities would open more peculiar doors rather than a path of peace; yet that didn’t terrify her. Rather, Furina felt relief in knowing if she chose to stand on stage and greet the audience with another spectacle, it just might be possible. The humor heart is indeed a fickle thing.
“I’ve truly lost my mind.” She chuckled under her breath, forming a seashell out of hydro.
“That’s pretty.” Called out a familiar voice.
Furina’s broken concentration brought her creation splashed onto the sand. She looked to her right to see none other than Aether walking over, soaked head to toe. “Night swimming are we? Will wonders never cease?”
“Sorta? I was helping someone looking for something as well as collecting a few resources.”
“For your sake I hope it wasn’t crustaceans. Only a few are allowed to the public in this area during this time of season. I doubt you have the list memorized.”
“Pfft, is that so?” He laughed, until he saw Furina stare with unblinking eyes. “Wait, that’s an actual law!?”
“I am going to pretend you found some old mechanical tools and played with the otters.”
“I mean…that also did in fact happen.” He got closer to the girl before sitting on the white sandy beach. “Anyway, what brings you out here in the dead of night? Looks like you’re training.”
“Training? Ha!” Furina snapped her fingers and her honored guests appeared, running around to play while Furina crossed her legs and sat on a bubble she made. “I’m reveling in my new found strength.” She boasted happily, summoning a wheel that held different desserts.
Aether still couldn’t believe how effortless Furina made that look. “Wow, you already found multiple ways to use hydro.”
“The power of water is the ability to take any shape after all. I can even walk across it. Wouldn’t want to go around drenched all the time now would we?” She teased.
“It’s not that bad. Though I probably should’ve brought a towel to-” before he could even finish, Furina took all of the moisture out of his clothes while eating a piece of cake. “Huh…you sure you’re not somehow still an Oceanid or something?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Although, his question did make her look at her hands as well as examine the beautiful deep blue gem that made this all possible. “…It’s always said Visions are a blessing, a favor from the gods. I wouldn’t really know but… maybe it only makes sense I’m naturally adept at this. It’s a strange feeling. Mirror-me didn’t really teach me a lot and at the same time it feels like it would’ve been redundant.”
“Do you somehow feel closer to her now?”
“In a sense, I suppose so. I can’t really say how that feels. It simply is what it is. Fate is odd like that. Either way, I intend to express all of me. Even if I don’t exactly understand yet what that means for me.” Furina looked at the ocean. “To think after everything I can still find peace at this sight.”
“I’m sure many others feel the exact same conflicting feeling.”
“Fontainian’s and their homeland. We’re certainly a colorful group of people.” She smiled. “Although it would be wonderful if we could be a little less observant. It took entirely too much effort to sneak over here. I even ran into Clorinde during a shift change apparently. Fortunately we remain pleasant towards one another. I do hope she takes the night off like I suggested.”
“Hold on. Sneaking? Why were you sneaking around? There’s no curfew. Though I do imagine most normal people are in bed by now.”
“I don’t think that last sentence was necessary.” She scoffed. “Need I remind you that you’re here as well?”
“Don’t try and get around the question.”
“Ugh, it’s nothing, honest. I just…would rather not bump into many people. After all…Poisson isn’t the only place resentment lingers.” Furina’s bubble popped, causing her to land on the sand as she deflated. “Not that I can blame them.”
“Things like these take time. A lot has happened. It’ll take a while to process.”
“I might know that better than most. I doubt I've truly come to terms with even half of what I feel inside. Regardless, I’m not looking or expecting forgiveness. Their animosity is completely warranted. I could only treat symptoms to what was a long and threatening illness, I. The grand scheme of things that is.”
Aether scrunched his face. He couldn’t exactly call himself the biggest optimist in general or when it came to the prophecy. Even so… “I think you’re not giving yourself enough credit. In fact, neither did I. Be it your powers or lack thereof, you’re very quick to learn and adapt. Not to mention resilient. I’m sorry if it ever came across that I underestimated you.”
Furina felt her cheeks gain a little warmth. Here she was saying she didn’t need apologies or forgiveness, yet hearing it from Aether did nicely for her guilty heart. Not to mention the genuine praise of her capabilities. “Thank you, but really, there’s no need. If I was underestimated then that only means I did my job well, right? I never wanted anyone to see me worry or anything of the sort. It would’ve only brought them closer behind the curtain meant to be shut. I won’t say it wasn’t frustrating; no, I could never say that. Also, if you ask me, not being able to do more because I lacked the power to is a poor excuse. I wish I could have saved more people if anything.”
Aether could see the deep regret in her tired expression, born not from lack of trying, but from the fact her best was all she had. Aether wished he could properly disagree, but he knows the sting of wishing to be better well.
“Furina…”
“Heh, sorry.” She shook away the negative thoughts. “I didn’t mean to make this conversation heavy. I should try following Navia’s example more. Moving on is nearly impossible if all you do is bring up the past. Fontaine is in safer hands now.”
“They’ve always been.” He said with a stern voice that caught Furina’s attention. “We might not be able to do everything we wish we could, but that doesn’t mean you were lacking or inadequate. Earlier today I heard someone thank their blessings by giving gratitude to the Hydro Archon; another person said your name fondly in regards to this nation’s safety. Some even went as far as to call you Focalor.”
“Wh-What!? The news by now has had to have circulated even to the other lands about…you know…”
“My point exactly. You’re tired and down on yourself. I get that. Still, I hope you know for many people, real or not, you were their Hydro Archon for 500 years and held your responsibilities right to the very end. When that title is invoked many will think of you, and if you were to ask them me, I’d tell you that’s earned. I hope you can find comfort in that somehow.”
Furina didn’t understand why this shocked as much as it did. If anything, she was always highly aware of the feelings her, or rather, Fontaine’s people held. If she weren’t honest with herself, though the role she played brought unimaginable grief, she held zero regret in her choice or could say there was absolutely no joy over the centuries. Even the saddest of tragedies had their glimmer of light. If they didn’t, how would the character, performer, or audience truly understand what was tragic about it all?
“You know something? I think you might actually make for a good attorney. Not only do you bring sound reasoning consistently, but somehow you always seem to sway what’s in a person’s heart.”
Aether couldn’t help but laugh off the thought awkwardly. “Thanks for the compliment, but I'm honestly a nervous wreck every time I was in those stands. Don’t think I have the stomach for it all that much. Speaking of which…” he trailed off.
“Ah… is this the part where you want to apologize for nearly getting me killed?” Furina said quickly and with the utmost bluntness.
“That…was no one’s plan. I’m the slightest I might add.”
“Mmhmm, buuuut it certainly happened. There’s a suspended death sentence in my name inside some filing cabinet. That exists now.” She teased further, poking his arm with faux aggression. “As I said earlier, there’s no need to apologize for those things. I can see that I didn’t make things easy and how everyone, including myself, did all we could with what we understood. It wouldn’t make sense to hold that against any of you. However…I won’t lie and say I didn’t feel…blindsided.”
She said it nicely, but Aether remembered the hurt that riddled her eyes in the moment she realized she was lured into a trap.
“You’re right.” He said, turning away from her gaze to look at anything across the water. “I still wanted to say I’m sorry. It’s just that…”
He grew silent. Furina could understand but was still rather annoyed how now he was the one making things heavy and looking back! “Just what? Out with it already.” She crossed her arms.
“…I never wanted to make you cry.”
The rolling waves filled the space between them as they both let his words hang in the air. Furina could see the tips of his ears become stricken with red while she felt a flutter in her chest. Of all things that happened that day, she would’ve never guessed that’s what he was going to say.
“I…” she sighed. Damnit! You would think at this point she could handle curveball situations like this as quickly and easily as breathing. Furina took a deep exhale before breathing in composure, displaying a smile he couldn’t see and summoning bravado. “What an interesting thing to say. Let’s be honest with ourselves. It’s not as if you made me cry. Saying so would be taking credit from hundreds of other reasons I often want to cry about. It just so happened that day the scales tipped! Also…” her became more earnest, “Fate said I was going to weep. So please, don’t feel bad. Okay?”
Aether turned back around to see Furina showing off a smile that said “it’s fine.” Aether smiled back. “Someone is certainly more expressive.”
“I am an actress! It’s my duty to convey my feelings with my glance and every movement!” She said proudly.
“It’s a little confusing though when you look fed up yet clearly give longing looks, Madame Focalor.” He said with a cheeky grin.
Her face flared red. Furina would’ve thought her ears had grown weary of that name; yet hearing his lips say it was….“I-I have done no such thing! You’re simply awful at reading people! And don’t call me that so casually! More importantly, are you saying your gaze is so fixed on me to the point of pondering my feelings about trivial things?”
“So those glances are trivial?” He teases. “You wound me.”
“So you do want them to be longing? Ah ha!” She pointed, watching him play off the accusation with an eye roll. “Roll your eyes all you like. It’s not like I can blame fleeting flights of fancy. I still am Fontaine’s biggest celebrity!” She stands up proudly.
Aether begins clapping in a way that could only be described as petty. Furina couldn’t believe even after all of this, admitting he might have a certain fondness for her was beyond him. Meanwhile, the young man was glad to see her look more energetic. It would seem like the chip on her shoulder wasn’t all an act. It was definitely amusing and nice, if not a little tiring at times. Furina de Fontaine in a nutshell.
The air between them began to feel more playful and rather mischievous as Furina gave a smirk, taking this man by the hands and pulling him up to his feet.
“What’s all this about?”
“I figured you’ve done nothing but grill my authenticity while you play coy. Admittedly your acting is fine but I hardly say that role suits you. All this time I’ve barely seen anything that constitutes your praise as an adventure.”
“What!? I helped save Fontaine! It’s not my fault you weren’t around for the one huge battle!”
“Excuses. That’s all I hear from you. You’re definitely cunning and quick witted, but I’m strangely unconvinced; so if you’re going to keep your eyes on me, might as well put them to the test along with a few other skills.” Furina puts her hat on Aether and tilts it down just over his eyes. “Hold it just like that and count to 70. No cheating now.”
Aether holds the hat like she says. “And when I’m done?”
“You’re a renowned traveler who’s been here for a while haven’t you? Let’s see just how well you know your way around this kingdom. Start counting.”
He could hear her sprint off swiftly. In a matter of seconds, all he could hear was the waves. Furina sure could move when she wanted to. Aether laughed as he continued to count mentally. As he hit 70, he removed the hat from his face and immediately noticed the water stole her footprints aside from the ones immediately next to him.
“Well played Furina. Well played…”
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Skipping, giggling and sneaking about, Furina happily moved around her beloved territory. Skilled or not, Aether was in her domain. The likelihood of him even knowing the patrol of the Gardes was incredibly low.
“I do hope he makes this interesting for me.” She hummed, heading west from the main plaza.
“Psssst!” Hissed a few streets away.
Furina whipped her head around and gasped, spotting the blonde sitting at a table with a smug smile. How did he get here so quickly!? It had to be luck, right? Her answer came as he casually pointed to his shoes. Furina looked down at her own and noticed not all of the sand had abandoned the soles.
“Ah…..” Furina looked back up, gave a sheepish shrug, then immediately took off sprinting around the corner.
“Guess we’re doing tag rules then.”
Aether got up with her hat in hand before giving chase. She really was quick on her feet. He barely saw a flash of blue fabric float by as he turned the corner himself. Deeper and deeper he went into Fontaine’s alleyways; going under aquabus bridges and slipping through a side path he’s never noticed. Unlike the other places he’s visited, Fontaine’s major city somehow managed to feel dense one moment then open space the next. The chase was harder than he expected. Furina seemed to slip past every stacked box and promotional sign like a street cat. Clearly this was a path well traversed by her. It was probably how someone with her level of fame managed to slip away from unfavorable situations.
Furina casually ducked between a gap in a fence and around the back of a bakery to find herself one of the most out of the way and peaceful spots in Fontaine. It was a pretty little alleyway; hardly was there any foot traffic during the busiest days. Almost makes her wonder if her people notice it. This precious little space might as well not exist. Furina was convinced some criminal at least had to know about it, but no. This was easily her favorite little hiding hole away from prying eyes.
She put her back against the brick wall and caught her breath. Next time she’ll remember to check her shoes. She had planned to get here a little more eloquently. Oh well. She looked back the way she came, as well as down the path that would lead back to the main streets. No sign of her pursuer.
Did he double back? That was a possibility, but Furina definitely heard his steps hot on her heels for some time. “No way I actually gave him the slip.” She whispered to herself.
“Perish the thought.” He responded.
Furina’s hat fell right onto her head. Her gaze looked towards the sky to see him look down from the roof. With a single hop, he descended and landed right in front of her before she could think about slipping away. Aether put his hands on either side of her and smirked.
“That’s the game. Convinced of my skills now?”
“Quite a lot of effort you put into this. All I’m convinced of is how you can’t stand not having your eyes on me.” Furina playfully wrapped her right hand around his white scarf. It was softer than it looked. “I typically find this level of dedication from my friends a nuisance. I hope you understand that?”
“So I’m a fan now?”
“Aren’t you?”
“I might be. You are definitely talented. I’d see another show.”
“Heh, I rest my case then.” She may have been exaggerating before but now that he was this close… “I can’t be mad about eyes that are this pretty watching me.”
“Like you could be mad at all. Are we still acting like you didn’t lead me here?”
“Is that so~ An interesting accusation.”
“Well I can’t be a fan of Furina de Fontaine if I couldn’t claim to understand her even just a little bit. She’s smarter than she leads on; always thinking about her next move to get what she wants because how could she not? It’s who she is. So, Furina, go ahead. Take what you want~”
She tried remaining resolute in their face off. At this point however, Furina grew intolerant of theatrics; especially when his were so thinly veiled. Even so, she had to admit his commitment to it was something she couldn’t help but stubbornly adore. “I swear…you are so…” Furina didn’t even bother finishing her words.
She wrapped her hand further, pulling Aether down into a feverish kiss neither could resist any longer. Furina invited the boy's eager tongue to slip in between her lips while his right hand grabbed her by the waist and pressed her body up against him. Her left arm draped over his shoulder then folded in to keep his lips right where she wanted. Not that he had thoughts of leaving. Aether leaned deeply into the kiss, fully exploring her so-called, “prideful mouth.” Although right now, the only thing escaping from it were the moans he stole from her.
They savored every second of their growing passion in the secluded alleyway until Furina released him at least. Their chests heaved, desperately taking air as the two of them stared at each other’s reddened faces. She could feel his growing excitement press against her stomach and couldn’t help but smirk.
Her bewitching eyes glowed a faint blue that Aether couldn’t help but drown in. Furina’s hands began moving again, slowly trailing down his chest, then his stomach, and finally stopping at his hips as her fingers tugged on his waistband.
“Isn’t public indecency a crime?”
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” Her voice hummed with a playful hunger that reached her smile. Though it seemed Aether wasn’t letting her have free reign entirely. His right hand took both of her wrists and she let out a small gasp as he put them overhead against the wall. “Scared of getting caught?” She teased, trying to sound unbothered.
“Not exactly, but am I not worthy of your chambers?”
“Ha! And you claim I’m not the honest one? How can a I grant a plea if you’re not clear~” Furina kept her eyes on his. She used her right leg to press against the outside of his left, rubbing up against it teasingly so. His face said everything, but Furina wanted his words. “Go on, speak your mind.”
Aether gladly spoke his mind, but not before keeping Furina in check. He had no problem expressing his desires, but he wasn’t about to let her ego grow so easily. Furina remained unblinking as he removed his left glove with his teeth before dropping it. Aether found his way to her soft and cool torso, dipping lower into her shorts. The actress’s blush only grew along with her sultry smile when he reached wet, warm lips that his fingers slowly massaged.
Furina let out a quiet sigh as the adventurer slipped into her and started curling two fingers to the point her hips jutted out and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
“Mmm~”
“We’ve danced around too long to get to this point.” Aether leaned into Furina’s ear. “I want to savor you, so let’s take this behind closed doors; my dear Madam Focalor.”
Such a lovely little act. “That can be arranged.” She let his face back up just a little before stealing his lips. Again, his tongue was greeted by hers; only this time her hips were way more involved in their passion. Furina didn’t even try to free her wrists from his grasp. He was getting so forceful with her body. So…possessive. It was becoming a bit of a struggle to do anything besides listen, and despite her pride, Furina was finding bliss. Aether didn’t stop stirring her insides as he started to ravish her neck. Furina would’ve been done for if it wasn’t for Aether suddenly stopping the moment her knees began buckling. His fingers left her body but she quickly grabbed the lustful hand, catching Aether by surprise. She wouldn’t be put on the back foot completely.
“Shall we get going?” Furina said, guiding his hand to her face. She looked right at him with intense eyes as wrapped her lips around the two soaked digits, licking them clean. Furina left no space between them. Even if he tried to downplay the emotions on his face, the hot throbbing that poked her lower body told all of the blonde’s secrets. “I wouldn’t blame you however, if you needed just a moment of clarity before we made the trip.” Just how long could the boy endure? Furina was eager to find out. She snaked his hand around her throat to make him even more flustered, but was caught off guard to feel his grip tighten just enough for her to realize. Another gasp left her; and Aether leaned in real close.
“Lower your shorts.”
A victory for Furina, although just like always, she had put herself in a position where backing down wasn’t an option. She pulled down her shorts to her knees, allowing the chill air to greet her body while her hands were already pulling down Aether’s pants until she felt his erection spring out and tap her inner thigh. Thank goodness it was dark. It was the only thing hiding just how comically red her cheeks have gotten. Her digits ran along its length, memorizing its shape as she made it slick with a mixture of their arousal and a bit of hydro. His free hand found her butt and made her smirk even more apparent as she felt him squeeze.
“Guess you couldn’t wait after all?”
“Hush.” He groaned.
Air filled Furina’s lungs as she felt Aether push into her. Her playful gaze left as her eyes became wide from the intrusion that commanded her body to hold it tightly. “Oooh my~” Furina grabbed his face and pulled him into another tongue war as Aether rolled his hips into hers. “Mmph!!” Every thrust stole a moan. His hold on her neck remained steady while her waist was kept firmly in place for him to gouge out her insides.
Aether’s grunts matched her feverish panting she snuck in between breaths. How’d he allow her to rile him up so easily? It was as if he was spellbound, burdened with a thirst only she could quench and a desire to shut Furina up. Neither wanted to lose this little game of theirs, but Aether could barely think straight, feeling just how tight her walls are. Not to mention how wet and warm the girl was. If it wasn’t for the smacking of their make out session, the leading noise in this alleyway would be the sound of her pussy swallowing him up. The harder he thrusts, the more Furina sucked on his tongue. She moved her hands around the back of his head in fear of the pleasure causing her to squeeze his face too hard. What was meant to be a bit of foreplay had turned into full blown fucking.
“Anghn, like that~” her voice trembled. “Just like that.” Her body yielded to his movements as his cock dug into a sweet spot repeatedly. In this moment Aether could make her throw her pride aside as long as she got to cum. Every pump felt so heavy and wanting of her body. No person could deny such ecstasy. Not even a god. Furina pried her lips away from Aether’s for her own sanity. “H-Hey…you can cum.. whenever y’know?” Praying he’d leave her with the ability to walk at least.
The strength in her voice waned but Aether found it endearing. He let go of her throat and let her head rest over his shoulder; partly for his own benefit. They both may have started off too strongly. Aether gave several more thrusts before forcing himself to pull out. It was so sudden that Furina’s legs nearly gave out.
“C-Careful!” She trembled. Furina looked down at the unruly appendage that stirred her, watching it spill its seed. “Now, now, evidence is the last thing we need to leave.” She pointed at the mess and washed it away with a stream of hydro before going a little limp on top of the boy.
Aether let out a chuckle. “That’s certainly handy. You okay?”
“Better shape than you. Though a small break is much deserved for your efforts.” She said, sinking into the wall as if it was some luxury mattress.
“Heh, why thank you.”
Both of them found their antics a little ridiculous yet oh so fun at this point. Furina had half a mind to pull the blonde in for another kiss when suddenly, a rumbling trash can startled them stiff. Aether quickly clothed himself and covered Furina from any prying eyes. Their quick maneuvering was in vain however. The trash fell over and out from behind it was a simple cat running off.
Thankful for the outcome but now on edge, Furina realized perhaps Aether had a point. She had no idea how she would’ve explained this to a Garde. “Let’s move this performance to my chambers.” She whispered.
xxxxxx
“ Anyone could say what they want about Furina, but they can’t say she isn’t entertaining.” Those words were always echoed by the people of Fontaine. Aether had to admit every day understood those words more and more. Beyond entertaining however, Furina was surprisingly cunning in unpredictable ways. It made sense for a ruler, former or otherwise, to know their kingdom, but for her to lead Aether all the way to her abode unseen through the quietest Fontainian streets was rather impressive indeed.
“You know you’re quite mischievous when you want to be.”
“It’s my personal spice of life. Everything deserves a little twist.” She took him by the scarf again and walked backwards into her room. By the time the door clicked, Furina was already feeling him up once more as they kissed against it. Frankly it was amazing they kept their hands off each other long enough to get here. It would appear Aether had recovered from their brief but wonderful moment of bliss. Good. Furina wasn’t done with him yet.
Aether felt her hands mess with her shirt and helped her out by raising his arms to quickly discard it. Furina continued to guide him by the lips further into the room then playfully pushed him onto her extravagant bed laced with the finest blue silk sheets which had to be one of coziest mattresses he’s ever felt.
“Wow. Can we just skip to the part where we sound asleep?” He looked down to see the woman already fishing his erection out from his pants. “Guess that’s a n- ngh~”
Music to Furina’s ears. She figured giving the boy a taste would silence his cute banter. Right now she was far more interested in the blush on his face spreading. As capable of a warrior Aether was, Furina was surprised to learn just how passive he could be. Once again she found her gaze fixated on his flickering eyes as she took him down to the back of her throat; she even went as far to moan, sending vibrations through his body that made his hips rise.
“Furina!” He panted, overwhelmed by her hyperactive tongue coiling around him. Aether found it difficult to look at her directly which in turn, only made her more enthusiastic. He began to feel the pleasure rise gradually, his cock twitching violently before Furina dragged her lips off of him.
“Oh no you don’t.” Furina said, wiping her mouth with a single finger. “Do try to last a little longer. We haven’t gotten to the best part.” She gave him a seductive smile as she finally removed her shorts entirely, along with pale blue panties. In truth, she found her impatience a little unbecoming, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care at the moment. Furina gladly straddled Aether, raising her hips right over his raging manhood before slowly piercing herself with it.
“Mmmngh~” she couldn’t deny how full she felt; how he seemed to touch…everything. Furina took a moment to try and calm her breathing as well as her body before proceeding any further. At that time, Aether sat up to meet her and began reaching for her top, but Furina grabbed his hand in reflex.
Aether was surprised by the reaction, and to see Furina’s eyes quickly dart away from his own. “I suppose divine stars can have such relatable insecurities like these.” He spoke softly.
“I may be a star, as you say, but that makes me no less of a woman.” She said, a bit more defensively than she would’ve liked.
“That’s fair. Still, for you to be insecure about this? You, who has the noblest of forms…” he reached for her again. “Bewitching and divine beyond reason and comprehension~”
Furina felt her heart skip a beat. He removed her hat then began quietly working on her top while she remained rigidly still. Those words he spoke could’ve easily been sugar coated, yet Furina let them have their sway; she raised her arms and let Aether see…everything. “It’s not much.”
“Doesn’t matter; It’s what I’m looking for.” He said just as quickly, leaning in as he wrapped his arms around her porcelain skin. “You’re perfect.”
Furina was undone by his teeth sinking into her neck, nipping away towards her collarbone and then assaulting her chest with warm lips and an even warmer tongue.
“Mmm. Truly you are…hopeless.” She swooned, her hips rocking in his laps reflexively. “Fine then, have your fill!” Furina’s arms kept him close.
Aether gladly began to devour her figure, leaving no part unmarked by his affection. Furina didn’t know what was worse. His persistence, or the feeling of his cock growing inside deeper than ever before. Furina felt her face grow hot. His words were no lie at all. The very thought made her body squeeze him in place while her hips kept moving on their own. She pressed her soft, shapely ass onto his lap, grinding his length right up against her womb while she felt Aether’s teeth ensnare a nipple and tease it relentlessly. Furina couldn’t stop her nails from running in between his shoulder blades as she lost composure. There was no hiding it from him; she wanted all she could take from him.
Aether stopped his oral assault for only a moment but it was enough time for Furina to push him back down against the mattress, her hands roaming down his chest as she let out breathless pants. He couldn’t utter even one word as watched in awe as Furina’s movements flowed like a stream; the way her hips would raise only to slam back down and how she shut her eyes to focus on the pleasure drove Aether crazy. Everything felt so wonderful and stuck to his length like warm honey. It took so much strength to not scream when she completely sat down on his lap and rolled her hips forward while her nails grazed his ribs and traced his toned chest.
Furia looked down at him, hearing the sharp, strained breaths come in and out between as kept his eyes shut tightly. The blush on his face was a beautiful red, like a vintage wine ready to devour. Furina laid her body completely on top of his body, continuing to raise, lower, and roll her hips as she began nipping his ear or kissing his neck. As she thought. It was tastier than any wine. Furina was ready to stay like this and drink him up forever until a sudden burst of heat rushed into her body, causing her to gasp. The girl sat up immediately and looked down. Her eyes widened and cheeks glowed scarlet seeing Aether’s cock twitch violently as thick, white cum began leaking out of her. Furina looked back up at Aether to see him covering his face with one hand.
He looked through spread fingers and sure enough, the woman on top of him was grinning like a mischievous cat. “I was close from your blowjob.” He defended.
“Now why don’t I believe that in its entirety?” She cooed, loving his flustered expression. “Not that I can blame you. As you said, I’m bewitching.” She took his hand and ran it up her body, earning another twitch. “Was I too much?”
Aether had no defense for that. He sat up and put his face against her chest to hide better. “You’re annoying is what you are.” He groaned, knowing his ears had to red. He could feel Furina’s fingers playing with his braid. “I got a bit overwhelmed.”
“No need to explain yourself.” She hummed, proud of her performance. He clearly didn’t notice all the little orgasms and jolts of pleasure she was experiencing. “Feel free to recover. After all, it would be natural for someone such as I to be overstimulating to a mortal. I felt lovely. I won’t hold this against-” She cut her victory lap short, feeling Aether began to grow inside of her again. “H-Huh?”
Aether pushed his waist forward, causing Furina to let out a yelp as she was put on her back with Aether perfectly looking down at her between her legs. A jolt went through her as he grabbed both her thighs and moved her legs onto his shoulders where they dangled. The fierce determination in his gaze made Furina realize she might have spoken too soon about his submissive tendencies. Perhaps she had gloated a little too much?
“We can uh…take a break if you’re tir-aah~” She felt his waist dip until it met her body. Aether leaned over her and whispered.
“I said I was going to savor you.” He pulled out to the tip, then plunged right back in.
Furina felt the air leave her lungs and brain stutter for a moment as Aether began pounding her relentlessly. Her limbs didn’t know to grip the sheets or onto him, but they settled for clawing the sheets of the rocking bed. “W-Wait! Anngh! It’s…too deep~” her moans were blatant, mouth agape as she pleaded. The reply she received was his tongue conquering hers, and yet she made no argument against it. “Mmmmm~”
There was nothing to do but take his passion. Furina was certain he was harder than before and making her hips float with every soaked plunge into her. It was a good thing they were kissing, or else someone would’ve definitely heard her wail as he turned up the intensity. It was too much for her. His weight made sure he hit the bottom of her deepest part every time to the point Furina could only…
“MMMPH!?” Her body jerked violently, the inside of her walls gripping like a vase and unleashing a turret of her arousal that dampened the sheets as Aether pulled out and let her legs fall. Furina’s head was so clouded and her breathing was uncomfortable while the pleasure gradually subsided. So much of her strength had been eaten away, but she wasn’t even mad at it. Furina was too busy trying to calm down to care about anything else, even the fact a perfectly good set of sheets were ruined.
“Y-You…brute.” She groaned in pouty satisfaction, still feeling his efforts. Furina would not know true rest however. Aether slowly flipped her over to her stomach. She felt his strong hands grab her hips and raise them until she felt his tip press against her folds. “But I just came~” she whined, despite shaking her hips to feel him rub against her.
“Don’t tell me this mere mortal has overstimulated you?” He said with a hunger in his voice.
Furina let out a long groan as he pulled her onto his cock. “Mmngh, I’m sorry…!” she moaned, reaching for one of many pillows and burying her face in it as Aether’s hips plowed into her again, mercilessly thrusting like a piston. “Aaaaannh~”
Why did she adore this so much? She had him in the palm of her hand earlier and now she was sweating as he took her like an animal. It wasn’t that he was only thrusting, but commanding her hips to push into him, creating such a terribly indecent sound that echoed like steps in a puddle. She knew she wanted everything from him, but it was so embarrassing yet hot to give him everything he craved.
Aether listened to the symphony of squeals and moans as he watched the ripples her ass crested whenever he pushed forward into her body. Her skin was wonderfully flushed like his and the pleasure didn’t seem to end. “You’re so beautiful.”
How dare he say that to her now? When all she could do is push back even harder and submit to his hunger. She knew he could feel her grip tighten. There was no hiding from his words or what was in her heart.
Furina probably thought his ego spurred his actions. While that was admittedly part of the truth, it was insignificant to the infatuation he had seeing her so wanting and pleased by him. Furina was finally being honest.
He made her go prone and put his weight on her again and he took her gripped knuckles. “Look at me.” He rasped.
Furina looked over her right shoulder to see his face an inch away. She instantly closed her eyes and went in for a kiss they both so eagerly wanted. His fingers interlocked hers while his hips made sure she felt his unruly length get buried into her body as he fucked her into the bed. Aether ended their kiss and got his revenge from earlier, licking and nipping at her ear lobe. “Nooo~” her body trembled. “I’ll…”
“Give it to me. Don’t try to fight it. I want to see you cum, Madam Focalor~” He bit her neck.
His teeth found her neck as she was left with those sultry words that would be her undoing. “F..uck.” She put her face in the pillow and screamed, her walls taking hold of Aether’s trembling cock and squeezing it until it had no choice but to erupt again while her own arousal ran down her twitching legs.
Both of them felt the exhaustion hit, laying motionless as they groaned from the pleasure and fatigue. Aether rolled off of Furina and laid on his stomach right next to her. He turned his head to see the girl staring at him with pouty puffed out cheeks. Maybe he went a little overboard.
“Hehe…umm, my ba-”
“I want a normal kiss.” She huffed.
Aether blinked silently before giving a small smile. “As you wish.” He scooted closer and gently placed his lips on her, feeling her body ease into his.
Furina placed her head under his chin and silently, yet loudly, commanded comfort by resting against him. He was very quick on the uptake, placing his arm around her torso. “You performed wonderfully.” She hummed. “Now stay just like this for now. I won’t tolerate waking up alone.”
“Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? I was all for skipping to this part.”
“Ha, as if I’d let you. Although…I can see the appeal.” She shut her eyes.
xxxxxx
When the god finally arose, the day had already begun. Furina opened her eyes to muffled light through the curtains but more importantly, her head rested on Aether’s bare chest. It appeared they moved a bit in their sleep. It was only when she sat up she realized they didn’t just move, but properly under clean sheets and on the appropriate side of the bed.
“….” She poked Aether’s cheek repeatedly until he groaned. “Hey, did you move us?”
“Mmhmm.” He mumbled. “You’re a heavy sleeper and I got a little cold, so I took us to bed properly.”
“But where did you get the clean sheets?”
He pointed towards the door. Furina looked to see a giant note on it with beautiful handwriting she immediately recognized. It said, “Do be mindful of regular patrol and shift changes, my lady. Do not fear however. No traces were discovered, and as always, my silence is yours. Sleep well, Clorinde.”
Furina felt utterly mortified, covering her bright red face. “Why is she so diligent!? She doesn’t even work for me! I told her to relax!”
“My guess is she had a vague idea of possible trouble you could find yourself in and thought it would be better for her to find out instead of someone else by mistake. She may have even known about the alley.” Aether sat up briefly with his undone hair flowing freely. He hugged the paralyzed Furina and brought her back down to bed. “Worry later, or rather, thank Clorinde later. It’s still sleepy time.”
She had no clue how he could be so calm about this!? Yet she also wasn’t about to disturb him. Though that note rid her of sleep, Furina stayed in his arms for comfort. She would think about everything else later. Her eyes drank in his sleeping face, the way his slightly flushed lips curled made her own lips curl up. Under dim light through blinds. Furina couldn’t stop replaying last night’s performance. Those lips of his were so active, so…wanting. They took and gave everything faster than she could process. For the first time in a long time, being overwhelmed felt glorious. She had to admit that right now…if she had the chance to-
Aether opened his eyes, feeling the lady’s gaze on him. He sat up and she followed suit. “If you want something then feel free to say it.” Aether said, casually grinning.
Furina’s cheeks were struck with red. Was he a mind reader now!? “D-Don’t put this on me! You’d think I’d fall for such an obvious plea for-” her defense was immediately cut at the source via Aether grabbing her lower jaw and pulling her in slowly as he stared at her with calm amber eyes. Her heart nearly stopped.
“It might be noon, but don’t you think it’s too early for theatrics? If you can swallow your pride right now, I’ll make it worth everything and more. Just like last night.” He said, morning voice and all.
Furina was left speechless and now bright red. Such a bold proposition! How dare he commanded such authority, and yet…it wasn’t exactly terrible. At least that’s how she tried to convince herself about her feelings towards it. In truth, it was embarrassingly marvelous.
Furina averted his gaze again and removed his hand. Without a word, she bent down, putting her head in his lap while pushing away the covers. She guided his length back into her mouth and began coiling her tongue to invigorate Aether once again. She can’t believe she was doing this, during broad daylight no less! He really was so annoying. It didn’t help she felt a hand start to rub the top of her head while another grabbed her exposed rear, its fingers sliding along it to meet her folds and give them attention.
“Mmm~” Furina raised her hips, allowing two fingers to properly slip inside of her as she continued her efforts in earnest. She felt Aether grow to the point her jaw hung open, his thick and leaking tip greeting her throat.
Aether could barely feel his hips from the way Furina relentlessly lapped his length. “Nngh, good girl.” He teased, committing to his role. He didn’t expect her body to give him a gripping reaction around his fingers. Looks like Furina was still full of surprises for them to discover together. “Okay, I’m a man of my word. Get on my lap.”
Furina took a deep breath as she came up. His fingers left her wanting as they left, but that was fine when what’s to come would feel much better. She couldn’t even find it in herself to boast about Aether’s reactions. Instead she quickly put one leg on each side of him and angled herself above his cock like last night. Slowly, she lowered herself, shutting her eyes tightly as her body remembered last night.
“Aaaa~” she moaned, sinking down further until she was sitting completely on him. Furina felt her hips go numb and her body twitch from the rush of a hot tongue tracing her modest chest. Furina didn’t even get the chance to open her eyes again before feeling her body fall backwards onto the bed; added weight held her body in place as that same tongue slipped past her lips and took it away to his own. The fullness inside was dragged back out to the entrance before slamming back down. A guttural groan rumbled in her chest as it happened again, and again, and again….
Damn that Aether. Nobody moves like this without having their own desires. She could hear every sharp inhale he took and felt the hunger in his hips feed them both ravenous pleasure. He might’ve made her swallow her pride, but only to hide the fact his mind was in the exact same place hers was. Furina couldn’t be bothered to be upset at the ruze at this point. She put her arms around his neck, drowning in their embrace as the heat between their bodies grew hotter. It wasn’t long before either worked a little sweat. That didn’t stop Aether at all though. Furina couldn’t stop her toes from curling after each and every deep thrust that pried her open. It was impossible to tell who was trembling at this point, the both of them soaring high until a final plunge into her released hot seed that her body ringed out with pleasure. Their kisses ended with heavy breathing and strained breath that tickled each other’s ears.
When Aether said, “Just like last night” Furina didn’t expect him to skip towards the intensity he displayed near the end! Her eyes fluttered open, feasting themselves on a slim, yet defined and toned figure between her legs, and eyes that took in her glistening porcelain figure as if it were a crowned jewel. Not that it wasn't, but to see him marvel at her without having to prompt him was… embarrassing to say the least.
Aether watched her eyes grow wider as he put his hands on her knees to part her legs wider before taking her hips into his control, raising her waist up to thrust directly into her.
Furina gasped as if she didn’t just watch him reposition her! His hips didn’t go as hard as before but made up for it with speed and control. “Ngh- you have…too much energy!” Furina moaned. Forget the previous round; her body was still sensitive from last night! “Must you be so rough!?”
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Aether said breathlessly.
“I…”Furina’s eyes couldn’t help but watch the thick and unrelenting cock disappear inside her, only reappear briefly; the shaft was coated in a mixture of their passion that kept it slick and entering repeatedly. The girl sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, seeing how his length only came back out messier after each thrust. She laid her back, her left arm hiding her eyes.
Aether groaned. “Mmm, you’re getting tighter.”
“Silence!” She whined, knowing it was true. “I…I…”
“Swallow your pride~”
“…..Don’t.., don’t stop, please.” She confessed, her voice wavering. Furina dug her fingers into the sheets while her toes curled again. “I don’t wanna get out of this bed! I just want to feel you!” Her face was bright red. Somehow she found the courage to remove her arm, only to not find fierce eyes dominating her, but shut ones on an equally flushed face as Aether’s hips worked overtime. A surprising sight to witness, yet it made Furina all the more needy for his touch. Her eyes shut again and the both of them bathed in the lustful, euphoric sounds of their bodies.
Aether fought so hard not to yell from the way the soaked, warm walls pleaded for him. His thighs were doused in Furina’s arousal as she slammed into them, giving her everything.
Her pussy gladly took the punishment, growing red from the persistent pounding that made her womb ache. Every inch was taken and remembered. Furina feared if this kept up, Aether might reshape her body entirely. That would be unacceptable. To perfectly accommodate her foolish consort’s body would be…
“Aangh~” she sighed. “Make me yours; for all time…” such a maddening idea.
Furina could no longer find words for her pleasure as she felt Aether’s tip rub against womb and deliver a rush of hot seed directly inside it, his hands like a vice on her hips and rigid length buried to the hilt inside her body. The ravishing feeling had a death grip on her body she wouldn’t soon forget. The word maddening didn’t do it justice. Furina let her mind wander off as the sound that finally let her throat could only be described as one thing. Operatic.
xxxxxx
Loud one moment and quiet the next. Furina’s life had been a whirlpool of emotions in what felt like a wild dream. Yet here she was now, humming in a bubble bath as diligent hands scrubbed her scalp before rinsing the soap out with soothing warm water.
“Mmm. I can’t say 500 years was worth this specific moment, but I think it’s pretty close.” She could hear Aether chuckle.
“Unbelievable. I’m glad you’re happy putting me to work.”
“I’ll wash your hair next if you want?”
“It was a little joke Furina.”
“And my offer still stands~” She leaned back against the young man, watching his arms hold her. Furina ran her fingers in between his quietly as the water settled.
“Hey?” She said sheepishly, gathering her thoughts. “Just to set the record straight, I may have lived a long life but I wouldn’t say it’s been the most fulfilling. These past several hours are acts I’ve never done, so…” why did she suddenly feel so anxious saying this to him. “All I’m saying is I didn’t do this on a whim. If that makes sense. I-”
“Furina.” He said softly, turning her head his way to put her nerves to rest with a gentle, comforting kiss. “I know.”
Perhaps she was the one who underestimated him? He could read her just fine. Furina smiled softly, resting her head on his chest. “I couldn’t ask for a person to share the stage with.”
xxxxx
“Two bags. Just as promised. I thought you would’ve picked these up earlier.” Said a vendor, handing off the groceries to Furina.
“Thank you. And I’ll try to next time. I got a little held up.” She laughed off as she began walking. As she made her way home, her feet froze in place as Clorinde and Navia nearly bumped into her as they turned the corner.
“Wow! Sorry about that.” Navia chuckled. Although it went unheard as Furina and Clorinde shared a glance.
“Did you make it home safely last night? No problems?”
“N-None.” Furina wanted to sink to the bottom of the water right now. “Thank you.”
“It was nothing. Next time though, I’d recommend taking care of all personal business in a more…private capacity.”
“I will keep that in mind. Anyways, I should get these home.Toodaloo!” Furina briskly walked off.
Navia couldn’t help but notice the girl’s awkward stride as she left. “Is Furina okay? She seemed a little…”
“Training.” Clorinde said, calmer than ever. “She was by the water training and pushed herself a little too hard. I made sure to keep an eye out is all. She’s probably still tired.”
“Ah. That’s sweet of you. For a moment I thought she still felt terribly awkward around us. Especially me. I do hope that feeling doesn’t last too long. I wouldn’t mind inviting her to tea.”
“You might have a better chance at that when I’m not around.”
“Really?” Navia squints, noticing the lack of eye contact she was receiving. “Don’t tell me you also feel awkward about it; given how you used to work for her and all?”
“…Something like that.”
“Ah ha! All the more reason to put in effort! I’ll try to get in touch sometime in the near future.”
“You really d-” it was too late. Clorinde could see the determination in Navia’s eyes. “I’ll…keep my schedule open.” The woman let out a quiet sigh of defeat. She’d be sure to grab some cake for Furina when the day comes.
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Doll Hair Repair Tools
Updated Jan 05 2024 (because I got a new flat iron and I’m excited!!!!)
For a while, there, I was using this Conair flat iron (you can see when I bought it):
It’s here: https://amzn.to/3tL8Qtt
This one has 30 heat settings, though it doesn’t tell you what they are, exactly. They’re just labeled 1-30.
Kanekalon - 1
Nylon - 10 through about 15
Polypropylene - 10 through about 15
Foil and plastic tinsel - 1 to 10, choose whichever matches the hair fiber
Saran - 5 - 10
Brushed acrylic yarn - I know I have used this to flatten brushed acrylic but I don’t remember what setting it was on. You’d have to start at 1 and work your way up to figure it out, but it’s doable with this iron.
It was ok, but I found it difficult to get close to the scalp on a lot of dolls and ponies with my flea comb, which gives the smoothest flattening. The Conair also had a problem where the plates only really touched each other at the very tip, and that’s not very useful, honestly. It’s difficult to get a good flattening unless you’re committed to doing 1/4th inch sections at a time.
I started seeing really narrow flat irons on Instagram, and went looking for one to try.
I found this one:
Now this one, which is here: https://amzn.to/3S7jLqA
I am so impressed!!!!!
It tells you the actual temp (in Fahrenheit; important to know), but not only does it show you the temp you’ve set it to, it shows the temp it actually is! You can watch it count up as it heats up! That’s super handy and makes it easier to know if it’s malfunctioning.
it also beeps at you when it’s ready.
It’s lowest temp is 120F which is far too cool to even do anything to Kanekalon, meaning this flat iron works for many 80′s and 90′s Barbies that are otherwise difficult to smooth out without melting their hair. I haven’t tested, yet, whether it’ll work on Creata hair without melting it.
I found 200 is right around when I could feel the hair starting to stick to the plates, so for Kanekalon I recommend 190 and no higher than 200.
For nylon, 250 is where it started to feel a little sticky, so 240 to 250 is about as high as you’d want to go. Nylon is pretty hardy and may tolerate a slightly higher temp. Go higher at your own risk.
Polypropylene needs a temp right about where Nylon is but I didn’t test it to find out the exact right setting.
Regardless of which flat iron you’re using, remember to wash and condition the hair first, to get the best results.
Ironing damp hair works best, but you don’t want it dripping wet. Dripping wet hair can result in boiling hot drops in your lap, or water getting into the flat iron and causing an electrical short. Towel the hair off, first.
To get the smoothest hair with the flat iron, I use a handled, metal flea comb to lead the iron.
https://amzn.to/3S5ICv6
You do want metal tines. They aren’t going to snag on or tear the individual hair fibers the way plastic tines can. Though avoid any metal combs that are punched from a sheet rather than made of individual wires. Those will destroy everything with their sharp edges
This comb having a handle lets me keep my hands away from the heating elements on the flat iron without needing to wear heat-resistant gloves.
These dog combs are excellent for detangling prior to making your final passes with the flea comb.
https://amzn.to/41UpX8U
The wire tines are smooth and gentle with hair, but it is also unyeilding so you do have to be cautious that you’re not ripping or tearing through tangles.
If you have a lot of knots that are difficult to remove, try a cat slicker brush.
https://amzn.to/47mw4DT
Again, the wires are metal and won’t shred your hair fiber. Using a cat slicker over tangled hair will make an awful noise, but that noise isn’t the hair tearing like it would be with the metal combs above, it’s the sound of the wires being pulled back and then springing up again.
A slicker brush yields to the tangles a bit and doesn’t pull.
You do have to be careful with a slicker, though, because the wire bristles are very fine and will stab you.
I do work with older Barbies sometimes, and sometimes they have Kanekalon hair that’s supposed to be crimped. Kanekalon can’t take much heat and melts easily, so again, you need a variable temp tool.
This multi tool works: https://amzn.to/3S5aT4W
I haven’t tried using it to flat iron because it’s rather wide, but I have successfully recrimped Kanekalon on the lowest heat setting, and nylon on the second or third setting.
You can see that this crimper combo tool is the same brand as the new flat iron mentioned above, but I think this one is in Celsius. I’m not 100% on that.
I do NOT gate-keep tools or supplies so if you have any questions, let me know.
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listened to a podcast from tumblr ceo matt mullenweg abt his plans for tumblr and such and wrote down some quotes i found Interesting . (some are not word for word bc auditory processing + memory etc but i tried to stick to what he said as much as i could)
(on being ceo of a social network) "it is as hard as being the leader of a country"
"it needs to do a good job at showing you things you want to see- so both the people you follow but maybe also exposing you to new things you don't know about yet"
"people want their own home on the web, they want it to be something reflects them, not the needs of an advertiser"
"how do we make this amazing and really give the tumblr community what they deserve, and also give the world an alternative from these closed-proprietary advertisement-driven social networks?"
"you can have custom themes, you can customize it every little bit .. what we wanna do is making it be the best of both worlds, giving you the full customization that u currently have on tumblr, that u also have on wordpress, but still provide a streamlined interface, particularly on mobile ... you kind of move in and out of that full customization"
"that's ultimately what we're about, is giving power in the hands of users"
"what people really want isnt what they say they want ... its kind of like expressed preferences vs stated preferences ... thats probably why [other social medias] dont give u total control over ur algorithm"
"i want to have a path where you can start with, call it 'just' a tumblr ... but if you want to turn that into an e-commerce store, or customize it in a different way, or build a newsletter, or a mailing list, or create a membership site- these are all things that are supported by wordpress today"
"tumblr's userbase are primarily young .. more women than men which isnt common in technology .. its a very safe place and vibrant community for lgbt+, i think its over a quarter of the userbase.. kind of a place for art and artists"
"how do we make that a path to the wordpress open source community ... excited about ..bringing a younger demographic into wordpress"
"[the amount of new users from twitter/reddit are] less than you would think in the long term"
(to reddit/twt migrants) "give us feedback! what do you miss from the old thing when you move over?"
"i'd definitely like it to be as big as twitter or instagram"
"for tumblr for example i think [AI] could make our developers a lot more productive, their coding could be checked/tested by ai, .. that'll allow us to do a lot more .. maybe our pace of development could increase."
"ai can be a huge help in assisting on moderation, if it could help flag things before people even report them, that someone could look at and review."
"the algorithm [for the feed/dashboard] is a form of ai- its really machine learning, people use the terms interchangeably- if we could make the feed a lot better, we could tweak it and really learn the things u want to see and the people u want to follow"
"it could provide some really cool tools, when u think of the generative ai stuff, whether its dall-e or midjourney. so much of what people do on tumblr is expressing art and creativity, and theres some people who are resistant to this, but im actually hearing far more artists that are like 'wow! this is another tool in my toolbox!' its not just like using it instead of doing ur work, it's helping with the first draft, or helping u come up with new ideas, or maybe accelerating part of a workflow. so i see it like a new type of paintbrush, or new colors they can use. they see it as a new way to express their creativity. to me that's also the future. .. just like any other tool, like when we moved from typewriters to word processors."
(asked if generative AI worries him) "bad actors using ai to do more bad things .. that's definitely smth that's gonna happen, that's true with any new technology. if u rob a bank before, u used to have to get away on a horse, now you can get away on a car [laugh]. so like, think of it like that. we don't say "oh, banks are gonna be robbed so much more cuz now people can drive away faster". the good guys have cars too, so the police have cars .. it becomes something that is part of society .. there's more good people than bad people"
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Could you do a re2 cop Leon x an EMT male reader? I hope you’re still doing requests!
A/N: I took my sweet time writing this, fro which I deeply apologize. Also I haven't written any man x man dynamic since middle school and I tried my best!
Word count: almost 1.3k
WARNINGS: male!reader, mentions of wounds and blood, not proof read
A cacophony of bright red and blue hues flashed in erratic manner, throwing rays of light in the darkest, loneliest hours of the night akin to a beacon of light, yet not one of hope but rather one that frightened the distressed souls further. The unsettling melody of the sirens echoed in his ears; long ago had he gotten used to the unpleasant sound that ironically wasn’t associated with anything positive even if the opposite was its core value. His eyes fluttered closed; silently he bared himself for the worst even though no mental pep talk could’ve prepared him for the things he had witnessed throughout his career as an emergency medical technician- though luckily for him this night that wasn’t the case.
Arriving at the address of the call, (Y/N) was rather pleasantly surprised to see familiar faces. Lieutenant Marvin Branagh along with his new colleague officer Leon Scott Kennedy; an ever so faint smile curled the corners of his lips as he approached the two men with his medical supplies in hand. The few seconds it took him to walk up to the uniformed men seemed prolonged as if someone had put him in slow motion as a form of a twisted game that tested him- and he was giving in. He found himself observing the younger man, no matter how much he fought the urge he couldn’t peel his eyes off of the charming officer. His sandy bangs fell elegantly on the sides of his face, framing it perfectly, his azure eyes glimmered with energy typical to someone who’s hopeful and even naïve, yet that’s what made them captivating, for he saw his younger self in them.
“Good evening.” Immediately (Y/N) anchored the attention to himself. Leon flinched, which lead (Y/N) to think the young officer was startled by his presence though the warm smile that appeared on his face proved that to not be the case.
“Mister (L/N), we’re so glad you came.” Lieutenant Branagh struck his partner with a look of disapproval that went unnoticed by the officer.
“You better have a good reason to disturb my peace on a Friday evening.” The smile on Leon’s face froze as the joy in his features was swapped with guilt in the matter of seconds. Numerous words of apologies rolled off his lips as panic settled within him; (Y/N) couldn’t hold back the smile that curled the corners of his mouth, it made him feel guilty though he couldn’t help but find his pouting expression utterly adorable.
“I’m just messing with you. What’s the problem?”
“I believe my partner may have gotten injured. He could use medical attention.” And with that the Lieutenant left the two men alone; the air seemed to warm up despite the low temperatures of the night. Silently, (Y/N) placed his equipment on a nearby bench and began browsing through the contents of his bag. Leon froze as he watched him sort out the necessary tools, too bewitched by his presence to even care to breathe, yet even if Leon was pass out he would immediately receive medical treatment; he noted how his hands delicately held the bandages and how he carefully placed them near the pale container with rubbing alcohol. Such simple motion was inexplicably captivating to the officer as if had been caught under a spell that had him dumbfounded.
“Please have a seat, officer.” Heat rose to his cheeks, dusting them with soft pink; immediately he obliged and sat on the bench opposite of the medical technician though that wasn’t for long, since he stood up only to kneel before the officer. Without uttering a single word, he took the officer’s hand and began pressing at it with the tips of his fingers from his wrist all the way to the valley where his forearm met his biceps, his fingers wrapped around Leon’s wrist as he folded his arm towards him. Breathlessly, the officer observed (Y/N)’s face; his eyebrows were drawn together, his eyes were slightly squinted. Heat continued to spread throughout Leon’s body under the technician’s touch; it was as if his touch was charged with electricity that struck the officer every time their skins came in contact.
“Tell me where it hurts.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper; Leon hummed a bit too lewdly then he anticipated, earning a confused look from (Y/N). The medical technician felt a rush of adrenaline traveling to his core, though he kept his composure as he went on with examining the charming officer. He took a hold of his calf, his hands slowly glided up his knee, where he gently pressed on the fold of his leg; a soft whimper rolled down Leon’s plump lips.
“Does this cause you discomfort?” The officer shook his head no, his timid azures gazed at the technician through half lidded eyes. (Y/N) fought the ever growing urge to smile at the sight in front of him; Leon’s mouth was agape, allowing for the air to easily flow into his burdened lungs, his lashes fluttered ever so slightly with every move of the technician’s hands.
“On first glance there’s nothing concerning on the outside.” (Y/N) spoke as he stood up, closely followed by Leon’s curious gaze. “Unless you’re hiding something under that armor of yours.” He eyed the navy blue of his uniform, which in return caused the officer’s cheeks to turn a deeper hue of pink. Silently, Leon watched the medical technician carefully, yet quickly packed his equipment; numerous thoughts raced through his mind as he desperately searched for an idea to make him stay just a moment longer until the perfect idea struck him.
“I got another spot that should get examined.” His heart hammered against his chest, for a sudden rush of nervousness washed over him akin to a colossal wave; successfully, he anchored the man’s attention.
“Where?” He rose his brow at the officer. Silently, he pulled at the fabric of his collar, revealing a crimson line trailing across his pale skin. The technician faced the other man and took a closer look at the wound; his fingertips ghosted over the crimson colored flesh, causing Leon to wince. (Y/N) glanced at the man before him, his (E/C) irises searched his azure ones; Leon nodded wordlessly assuring. A rush of blood spread on the sides of the officer’s face as he noted how the medical technician inspected his wound, how his digits delicately worked with the milky white bottle of rubbing alcohol and how his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. Leon hissed through gritted teeth at the sudden sting that forcefully brought him out of his dream like state.
”Forgot to warn you. It’s gonna hurt a little.” He spoke quietly and calmly; his gaze met his for a split moment, worry was woven into his (E/C) irises. Silently, Leon nodded, for he was afraid that if he were to speak he would say something he would regret and instead focused on the warmth of his hand that rested atop the pulsating wound. The sharp pain slowly faded as pleasant warmth took its place, though whether it was from the alcohol or (Y/N)’s strong yet delicate grip on his shoulder Leon couldn’t tell, perhaps it was equal parts from both.
“All done.” (Y/N) stood up, depriving Leon of his electric touch, the officer grew so found of. “I got to admit, you’re very tough.” Heat spread across Leon’s cheeks akin to a wild fire that left behind red trails across the fair plains of his face.
“Is he gonna make it.” Lieutenant Branagh appeared seemingly out of thin air, causing the officer to flinch.
“He’ll be good in no time.” (Y/N) stole a glance at Leon before he faced the lieutenant.
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