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tigermousse · 1 year

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Under Maintenance

genres: otome, romance, comedy, slice-of-life

A visual novel is mostly about people, who lost in love and life and can't find their course in the routine. MC is stuck in a small town on a temporary uninspiring job, the only thing that brings joy to her life is the otome gacha game Heavenly Love. So when one day she comes home to discover that the server of her favorite game is under maintenance, she decides to do something else for a change and starts looking for love in unusual places.

In the beginning MC is not looking for a serious relationship, mostly for a fling - or even a one night stand. But maybe if she decide to deepen the relationship with one of the boys, she will also discover what does she wants for herself in this life?

I like that the game is starting with casual sex in some routes, with a possibility to develop romance later. Definitely not your usual setting in otome VNs.

CHARACTERS:

Name: changeable

Age:30

Occupation: temporary retail sails manager

Hobbies: otome video games, photography

MC is likable however somewhat air-headed. She is funny, flirty, easy-going, sexually active. She's pretty much lost in life and forgot what brought her real happiness. I like how unprejudiced she is about other characters.

She is into photography, but didn't practiced for a long time, because in her routine she gave up pursuing something that interested her earlier.

Of course, MC is relatable, because aren't we all playing this game exactly because we like reading otome visual novels?

My rating 5/5

Love interests (MILD SPOILERS AHEAD):

You can meet them through the dating app and check their profiles from home - or going to the local pub. As a result, the story slightly differs in the beginning. In my opinion, going to bar and trying to pick a guy by ordering his favorite drink is more fun.

Theo

I like how this route starts as something totally unexpected. If you meet Theo with an app, his profile says that he is looking for something without strings attached, however after meeting him in person, he appears one of the most serious characters ever.

Very old-fashioned also. Absolutely not the traits you are expecting from a muscular guy, covered in tattoos. He is very dedicated to his family. Though I find his route kinda bittersweet, because he had to give up his previous life in spite of the circumstances. I can understand it, but it doesn't make it easier for him. He's responsible and caring. And probably the only character which isn't lost in life, mostly because his family is his anchor. But at the same time Theo is probably the only character which doesn't change much during his route. With his busy schedule I'm surprised he can find time for dates.

My rating: 4,5/5

Tristan

A jack of all trades master of none, Tristan has so many hobbies. First we meet him in a bar, where he tries himself in a stand up comedy.

Tristan in fact seems like a nerd and somewhat of a loser without proper job and education, But I can understand why MC is interested in him. He is smart, funny, enthusiastic about everything. His honest interest with everything around him and the will to explore is contagious, I really love people like him (and nerds also).

And in the end it seems like pushing Tristan slightly towards further development, MC is moving forward too.

My rating 4,5/5

Luca

Luca is a kind of guy that draws attention of all local girls, and I don't like to be in competition. I'm afraid that in reality their one-night stand will end the next day. His story wasn't the most interesting too for me.

My rating 3/5

Mark

I have to say, that I'm surprised that MC is ever deciding to give Mark a chance. I see that at first Mark wasn't a dateable character, and it makes sense. Who in their right mind would develop a crush on a rude local drunk, who is talking nonsense and behaving like he's still in a high school?

No, seriously, especially after you played other routes, when Mark behaves like a complete douche. Also he seems pissed off by basically everyone in the game.

I could at least understand if he was looking like an eye-candy like Theo or Luca, or maybe dressed to nines, or had a lot of cash…but he looks ordinary, constantly drunk and also wears a jacket which is at least 13 years old.

Mark is the one of those dudes on dating apps who is proposing sex to you in their second message after hello, and if you decline, they're starting to insult you immediately.

Of course, in his past was something that destroyed his motivation and will to move on, but you can't justify your shitty behavior with something that happened 10 years ago.

On the bright side, I like how Mark is really growing as a character. Their relationship seems a bit rushed, because the novel is not very long. But still it is a nice touch that Mark is trying to understand and get into things that interest MC.

My rating: 1/5 in the beginning of route -> 3,5/5 in the end of route

Overall:

Visual: 5/5

Story: 4/5

Characters: 4/5

Romance: 3,5/5

Originality: 3/5

My Rating: 4/5

The game is free. You can get if from itch.io or steam

#under maintenance #visual novel #otome #video games #quote #my review #personal #Tiger Mousse #video game

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boysenberrybunny · 2 years

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Under Maintenance Review

(7.5/10)

Features:

-Portrait/character customization (female only)/The ability to disable your portrait

-Accessibility options (including OpenDyslexic and Atkinson Hyperlegible fonts, large text available, darkmode/lightmode options)

-POC protagonist (optional)

-Partial voice acting

TWs: Suggestive themes/content, Mentions of divorce, Minor psychological abuse, Strong language, Mentions of alcohol/alcohol use

Average route time: About an hour

Link: https://undermaintenancestudio.itch.io/under-maintenance

Under Maintenance by GameMaintenance (on Twitter) was a pleasant and unexpectedly delightful experience, featuring three (as of the latest update) loveable men to pursue! In 'Under Maintenance' we follow our heroine, whom you can minorly customize, bored and alone after her favorite otome game goes down for maintenance, leaving her to decide how to spend the rest of her night. You have a choice of either using the dating app directly or going straight to the bar (where you end up on 2/3 of the app routes anyhow.) Of the two options, the bar one is vastly more interesting, allowing for better, more interesting interactions and a slightly more organic set-up for each route. Either way you slice it, there are three options as of the latest build; Tristan, the unconfident and somewhat pathetic (yet oh so endearing) divorcee, Theo, the trustworthy, wonderfully easygoing and traditional mechanic, and Luca, the flirtatious bartender with a heart of gold and an incredible talent for piano.

Going off of visuals alone, I anticipated Tristan to be the nerdy option, perhaps a bookworm or gamer of some sort. The intro of the game hadn't set my expectations particularly high, having some hit-or-miss humor with the protagonist, and the references in Tristan's opening messages reminding me more of cringey roleplay than classic videogames (though I suppose I'm simply not old enough to understand the references.) Despite these hurdles, the route quickly picked up steam, and we were introduced to Tristan via an open mic night. As he rattled off his routine, I found myself having to pause every few moments to cringe, finding it strangely endearing and horribly cringeworthy at the same time, something relatively common throughout Tristan's route, and something his voice acting helps to sell remarkably well. He is established as an adorkable 'loser' of sorts, and goes on to be heckled, which you (luckily) are there to defend him from, allowing the two of you to finally spark up a conversation. Through a series of goofy misunderstandings and hijinks, he proves himself throughout the route as someone who's tragically unlucky and miserable, beaten down at every turn in his life, yet who still tries his hardest to impress and please you. Sadly, he doesn't get as much time for development as I'd like, remaining relatively meek and sad up until the ending, although he still manages to realize that it's not entirely too late for him, as the two of you move in together and Tristan begins to pursue college, moving the both of you toward a much brighter future.

Theo was the next route I pursued, and given that I had played the app prologue first, I was misled (purposefully) by his bio to believe that he would be the extremely flirtatious and pompous route. If one were to take the bar route, however, they would much more quickly see his true colors as a very down-to-earth and likeable guy. Either way, his friend sets the both of you up without either of you being any the wiser. The development from here is quick, a large amount of it happening offscreen with the two of you 'talking for hours' to get to know one another. Some inconsistencies in his introduction aside, Theo proves himself to be a very sweet, loving person, caring deeply for his family and the people around him to a near fault, tossing aside his own desires at times for this reason. Additionally, his route provides a good number of goofy moments, such as his dorky pick-up lines or his complete tech illiteracy, and his voice acting does wonders to sell the character as real and genuine. By his ending, he hadn't changed much personality-wise (though this isn't a problem, given that he didn't have many issues to start with in that department), simply becoming more tech-literate and fully committing himself to the protagonist, as well as giving a second chance to interest in learning to play the drums. His ending is rather satisfying, giving a sense of warmth, comfort, and closure for the couple, as everything seems to tie itself up in a neat little bow.

Luca was the route I was expecting the most from, as I had no idea what to expect based off of his app profile, having only his photo on the title screen to go off of. Regardless of which prologue you follow, you meet him at his bar, where he works as a bartender. As you get to know him, you find out that he's smart, charismatic, handsome, popular, talented with piano, family-oriented, good at teaching kids... and boring. On the whole, Luca has few downsides to his personality, taking everything in stride and never showing much vulnerability or interesting character development, his only notable and memorable personality flaw being that he has immense trouble pursuing what he wants outside of romantic contexts, as well as trouble turning people down. As the route progresses, nothing much changes with him, even as you learn more about his backstory considering his dreams of playing piano and how it contrasts with his desire to take care of his aging mother. Sadly, his writing, and at times stilted or awkward line delivery/direction, did little to help his character, feeling overall a bit cliche and lackluster despite having several charming moments as well. Upon reaching the end, nothing has really changed with Luca, with the protagonist having to be the one to step in and tell his mother that he needs to make his own decisions, ironically making it feel like the protagonist's decision, especially considering how this is what triggers his best ending. The both of you then move west to stay together as Luca finally decides to pursue his interest in piano, wrapping up in a decent enough manner with the both of you content with one another, pursuing your own respective passions.

Despite only having three official routes at the moment, there IS actually a very short, secret fourth route for a character I have yet to mention! Mark is a character who's been dealt a rough hand in life, your stock-standard smalltown bully, someone who probably peaked in high school, and yet he still manages to captivate my interest. He appears briefly on each route, heckling Tristan, insulting Theo, and being a general nuisance to Luca, with the protagonist telling him off each time. The only way to access his 'route'/ending is to go with him in chapter two of Theo's route, wherein he'll bring you two up to a make-out spot. He confesses, interestingly enough, that he hasn't been able to get you out of his head ever since you met at the bar, and whilst the two of you don't get much time to spend together after that, what brief time you DID have together managed to quickly and skillfully establish his character. His voice acting is also some of the best in the game, tying with Tristan for sheer believability and character established.

The Problems With Under Maintenance are plentiful, but easily fixable in most cases. One of the problems I noticed almost immediately was that the protagonist is unbearably horny and somewhat annoying. They spend the introduction/first date portion of every route trying to get into the respective guy's pants, something which I found a bit irritating and frustrating. Given how the game already has an abundance of choices, it would be nice to have some choices here to take things a little slower so that you could better immerse yourself in the character and routes depending on how quickly you wanted to try to take things. Of course, with most games, more agency and less obvious bad choices would also be appreciated, though this isn't entirely necessary.

Another problem I had was with how little development it felt like there was. The routes were somewhat short, though they still had a decent amount of content, but despite this the character change still felt underwhelming in places. This could easily be fleshed out with a few more events happening in each route, showing a slower, more fluid change, rather than the semi-abrupt shifts towards the endings. A few examples of this could include helping Tristan become more confident by supporting him and coming along to one of his improv club outings, listening to Luca play piano and giving him some critique over that, and either helping Theo babysit or listening to him play the drums and supporting him that way. This problem, however, is not nearly as egregious as it is in other visual novels I've played, and I still find the experience enjoyable, nonetheless.

As mentioned several times in the review, I'm not the biggest fan of Luca, and whilst this isn't a 'problem' per se, I figured I'd still share my feedback on him in this section. Luca is a man of many talents and positive character attributes, and despite a few cute moments regarding him joking about lactose intolerance or teasing the protagonist, he overall felt very flat when compared to the other two (technically three) options. His problems felt repetitive, and where we could've had a moment to admire his piano playing and how he takes time out of his day to teach kids, we were instead subjected to yet more anecdotes about his popularity with women, something that I felt was brought up a bit too frequently. Of course, I have no problems with a character being popular with women, but when it's brought up so often, it begins to feel like the character's only purpose is to be the stock-standard attractive, perfect man to swoon over. The issue of Luca feeling two-dimensional is not something that has an easy fix, or even necessarily NEEDS to be fixed (as it is just my opinion), instead being a wider issue with his overall writing and characterization. Luca, quite honestly, just doesn't feel like he has much agency in his own route. Even Tristan, someone who's chronically shy and socially awkward, feels as though he has more agency and willingness to do things than Luca, whereas Luca simply feels like things just happen to him or around him to further his story. You talk to his mother and convince her that Luca knows what he's doing and can make his own choices, you encourage him to follow his interest in piano out west, and whilst you also do somewhat similar things in the other two routes, those routes at least feel like the boys involved have their own lives going on, that things are actively changing and happening, whereas Luca feels as though, if you were to not interact with him, his life would remain stagnant. I feel as though this could be fixed if Luca were to simply make some more of his own decisions, and if there was less of a focus put on his popularity with women. Something as simple as him choosing to go west as his own idea and asking if you wanted to tag along would do wonders for his agency, or maybe even something like him having gained the confidence because of your encouragement to tell his mother himself that he knows what he's doing and can make his own decisions.

Praises for the game are SUPER easy to come by, and that's visible at just a glance of the title screen! As you complete routes, the boys' portraits light up, something I've always been a massive fan of. As well, the game's soundtrack is incredible and very fitting, perfectly setting the mood for each route. The characterization for MOST of the boys is also super consistent and enjoyable, and I can't help but find myself extremely excited for the eventual Mark route. Under Maintenance also features many adorable CGs that, incredibly enough, are super flexible according to however you design your protagonist, not shying away from keeping them in the frame, but instead completely changing the coloration to match whatever you'd chosen! Additionally, it's also nice that there's so many choices and endings, and so many ending cards as well, most of them having something funny, interesting, or satisying about them.

Overall, I'd happily recommend the game to someone with three or so hours open who enjoyed titles like Adopt-A-Boyfriend or Cryptid Coffeehouse!

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rainofotome · 9 months

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Under 💜 Maintenance

Cuz otome game's under maintenance, MC must spend her time on other things like these 4 LI who.... freakingly hot for goddamn!

I go down for Tristan immediately. I just couldnt resist that glasses, his insecure and his nerd type...

of course, I wouldn't miss Theo, the long hair type. He seems to be playboy but he's just built the wall around which is one of his charm.

There're two more and I can't wait to know them!

#under maintenance #otome game #otome #english otome

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elhnrt · 1 month

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found some old-ish mdtb doodles i forgot about

#elhnart #madatobi #nsft #elhnsft #nidaime-chan's hole is under routine maintenance watch out #god damn that last one is so bad let's just say mdr's like crouching on a crate. like a bird

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hoofpeet · 1 year

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ouuguuh … it would be cool if lik (going off the tags of this post) … there was a story reason as for why all the pokemon are attracted to the gear station :3 maybe theres a super ancient pokemon beneath (or somethinng similar IDK ! THEY GOT XURXITREE HOOKED UP TO THE WIRES annd its lik ghost stories lik Oooh theres emptty trains ! and spice is lik Thats not me doing it .) like its SOMETHING tahts drawing them there , whether it be another pokemon or some sort of life force or energy

THOUGHTS .... Okay giratina specifically loves trains for whatever reason and starts hanging around railyards as soon as they get invented and protects the trains from harm, seeing them as part of it's 'hoard.' Even though it's ??? weird at first the railroad workers eventually just accept Giratina's presence since it's not harming the rails or anything and it eventually becomes kindof the patron saint of trains, later becoming an influence for the design of some trains and Giratinism kindof just becomes a slightly ironic tradition for railway workers .

--> Giratina eventually hibernates in an abandoned tunnel in gear station (possibly unbeknownst to Ingo & Emmet) which attracts a lot of various types of pokemon to the area . Some of which start working at the station

#mailbox #hoof draws #submas #[ingo voice] why did you think i have a chandelure #going with this from now on ....#i think funniest option is ingo & emmet KNOW the pokemon equivalent of an all-powerful demon king is asleep under the station #like it's just an open secret . but it's fine because he likes the trains #<-elesa thinks they're fucking with her and starts asking every depot agent she sees and they're all like ? oh yeah giratina #yeah he lives in the maintenance tunnel :]

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mxzyuu · 22 days

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Like the moonflower, she blooms so beautifully during the night..

#im still alive #this is to commemorate ikevil's en release!#even though it's still under maintenance as of now..#art style changes yet again—#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikemen mc

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arschbiene · 11 days

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I love u. Can i plz request any of your takes on loser au?

I wnat to do more but life is beating me up, but two things I thought were funny

1. Bran/Dietrich's eagerness to take in a teenage cousin because he's broke, G/ermania having ONE SOLE incident of his kid not behaving and being like get the fuck out of my house (but i made it sadder bc HRE being sick is something i like to see transfer into human Aus with ludwig)

2. During college days: Tolys being a crazy ex and checking Gil's phone when he was sleeping just so he can be a hater on his and Ivan's dramatic teenage breakup texts makes me laugh

I want to really flesh out my b/randenburg, but I need to draw and compile and think so I'll save some ideas for later. Loser AU overview for anyone who wants more.

#hetalia #hws lithuania #hws prussia #hws brandenburg #hws germania #god i need to get my tagging system under control #ANOTHER DAY #also if anyone knows to hide following count on tumblr i will smooch you tenderly bc this account is old and the #count is SUPER inflated but still makes me a tad anxious idk #i hate seeing it on new tumblr against my will all the damn time i want to do maintenance on my blog :)#aph brandenburg #aph germania #aph prussia #aph lithuania

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heartysoupstudio · 1 year

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When you're worried about your partner's deep thoughts, but really it's automobile troubles.

#UMotome #Under maintenance #under maintenance theo #under maintenance meme #indie game dev #indie dev team #english visual novel #english otome #indie game funny #indie game meme #otome meme #otome funny

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corazondebeskar-reads · 7 months

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well it's love, make it hurt - chapter six

well it’s love, make it hurt series

six: sometimes it just feels better to give in

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dom!Din Djarin x sub!f!reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: You have cabin fever and a rough morning. The Mandalorian finds a way to cheer you up and pass the time while you travel across the galaxy.

Warnings: bdsm, d/s relationship, established relationship, dom!Din Djarin x sub!reader, soft dom!Din Djarin, kind of intense scene, domestic nonsense, hand feeding, spanking, one (1) pussy slap, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), 69, rope bondage, sex pollen (intentional, Din only), Din Djarin removes the helmet but doesn't reveal his face, subspace, aftercare, no y/n

Originally written for Kinktober 2023 - Day 8: Sex Pollen/Sexual Competition, inspired by @absurdthirst’s wonderful prompt list,

also on a03

3 ABY - Winter

It's day five of near-constant travel across the galaxy. You had worked on the way out, filling the carbonite, and now had nothing to do but return.

Yesterday, you had stopped for fuel and food. Taking the long range of bounties would pay off in the end; you had run the numbers, but for now, it meant things were a little tight. Mando never really lingered at the ports, but you hadn’t bothered to enjoy the market or the rusty crimson mountain range. The faster you got back, the faster you got paid.

It wasn’t as if you would starve. There were reserves; you both knew that. After it became clear neither of you were particularly interested in ending your arrangement, you shifted the way the profits were split in favor of a more communal fund for ship repairs, rations, and medicine. That budget was running low. But both Mando and you had your own caches of credits, earmarked for other purposes.

You regret the quick departure now. You wake up stiff and grouchy, like your body knew it missed out on a leisurely hike full of beautiful sights. After you drag yourself out of bed to stretch, you try to recover the day.

What for, though? There's nothing to do. You're over looking at the stars or the gray walls of the Crest. The datapad only held your attention for a minute or so before the tension in your chest built back up, and you tossed it to the side.

Getting out of bed proves to be another mistake. You burn your caf. When you try to dump it out, you spill a bunch on the floor and have to clean the whole galley to get the smell out. And when you go to rid yourself of the caustic odor and sticky residue, the fresher is exclusively sputtering cold water.

Fuck it.

You dry off and go back to the bunk, not bothering with clothes lest you rip your favorite shirt or trip and fall while putting on trousers. Seemed like the kind of thing that might happen.

You bury yourself in the covers and turn off the light, determined to sleep for the entire day and hope tomorrow was better.

Mando was elbow-deep in the wiring for most of the morning. A long trip was a good chance to update some of the non-critical systems. He was vaguely aware that you were up and puttering around the ship, and as much as he wanted to take a break and greet you, he knew he’d never be able to finish the job.

By the time he finishes and cleans up, securing the panel back to the wall, a couple hours have passed. But you aren’t in the hull eating lunch or fixing your jammed pistol. You aren’t curled up in your chair with a book. Even the refresher is empty (to his slight disappointment. He would have enjoyed the show).

It was unlike you to go back to bed. A deep frown settles as he makes his way to the bunk, and there you are, curled up on your side against the wall. He runs a bare hand up and down your leg, and you stir a little.

“Cyare, you okay?” he says.

“Uh-huh.” It was more of a groan than anything else.

“Are you sick?” His hand tightens a little on your calf, brow furrowing as he reaches up to feel your forehead.

You bat him away (or, at least, he thinks that's what you attempted to do. It was more of a weak flop of your hand before it fell back on the bed). “Nuh-uh. Sleepy. Bad morning.”

He settles on the edge of the bed. “Anything I can do for you, cyar’ika?”

“Nuh-uh. Lemme sleep.”

“Okay.” He sighs and slips back out of the bunk, but leaves the door open. The idea of closing you in there made something grind in his sternum.

He lets you sleep for another hour while he takes a quick rinse in the fresher before preparing a bit of lunch—or, technically, breakfast. Neither of you have eaten yet. At the market yesterday, while you were meticulously restocking and haggling with shopkeepers (he could practically see the credit-per-meal calculations crunching in your head), he had slipped a wrap of boiled tipyip, a crusty loaf of bread, fresh tubers, and a few fruits into the bag. With his own coin, of course, and insisted on carrying the bag.

The idea of you stressing over whether or not you’d have enough food made him physically ill. He trusted you to buy enough rations, but it was unusual for you not to buy at least a few fresh items. You were going to be on the ship for another four days.

Before working together, you had both lived that way. Bounty to bounty, ration to ration. But half the point of taking a partner was to have a better life. And while most of his credits went to making sure his people all had better lives, it hadn’t taken long to soften up with you around. He wanted to be soft with you around, or you’d spend every moment flinching away from the thorns you’d made your nest from.

Osik, he’d done the same thing, but he had the armor. The armor he’d been wearing a lot less lately. The past month or so, he found himself shedding everything but the helmet while you traveled. Never on land or at port, but hurdling through the frigid vastness, he preferred to feel your warmth.

Mando eats while he makes your plate and then, slipping his helmet back into place, climbs into the bed. He settles behind you and wakes you.

“S’it morning?” you mumble.

“No, but it’s time to get up.”

“No,” you whine and cover your head with the blanket.

He shakes his head, grinning beneath the mask. “I’m not asking, cyar’ika.”

You pull the blanket down to your nose and look up at him with big, sad eyes.

“Stop that,” he tugs at the blanket, “or are you trying to be a brat?”

You shake your head.

“C’mere,” he says, patting his lap. You scoot up so your back is against his chest.

“Open,” he says.

You obey immediately, but furrow your brows and strain your head back a little to see what he's up to, given that you are very much not in range of his cock.

He presses a berry into your mouth, which doesn’t seem to clear anything up for you, as you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Eat, cyar’ika,” he says, running a finger over your bottom lip.

You close your eyes for a moment as the juicy berry bursts on your tongue, and then you sit up and whip around to look at him. “Hey—” you started to scold.

“It didn’t come out of the budget,” he says, pulling you back down by the shoulder. A wave of affection spreads as you let him rearrange your body, despite your irritation.

You open your mouth to argue, but he fills it with a slice of longfruit before you can make a sound. You bite down on it like you wished it was his flesh, narrowing your eyes in challenge.

“I’m allowed to spend my credits however I’d like,” he reminds you, pressing a piece of stew-soaked bread to your lips just in case you got any ideas about speaking again. “If I want to spoil you, I can spoil you.”

You cross your arms across your chest but open your mouth willingly for the next bite. He brings his idle arm around yours, basking in the way you loosen a little, forehead smoothing over and exhaling softly.

“That’s it, cyar’ika, just let me take care of you.”

Once you had eaten a decent helping of everything, he brings his other arm around you and closes his eyes, resting his helmet in the crook of your neck.

“Are you still hungry?” he murmurs after a few moments of peace.

You shake your head. You're pleasantly full, warmed by the stew, and feeling lighter from the fresh meal. “Did you eat?”

He nods against your shoulder, wiggling you a little so you're nestled between his long legs, and sighs softly. You take the cue to close your eyes and lean your head against his chest, content to go back to sleep.

You should have known he had other plans when his hands started wandering, but to be fair, it was rare that you lay together without him idly fonding you. It didn’t always lead to anything; he just liked to keep you in a near-constant state of arousal through teasing.

“That way,” Mando had purred in your ear once when you whined, “you’re always wet and ready for me, cyar’ika. That way, I can just… bend you over and slide right in.”

You had nearly cum at the thought alone, and so, he continued to be an absolute menace.

Now, he helps himself to handfuls of your breasts and lazily rolls each nipple between a thumb and forefinger. You concentrate on your breathing, having learned well enough that if you let yourself get worked up too soon, he was more likely to laugh and walk away, to let you marinate in it until you were begging for him.

“Cyar’ika,” he says, pitched low and dangerous in a way that never fails to make you feel like prey. Uh-oh.

“Yes, sir?”

He grins at the tell-tale waver in your voice. “I’d like to try something.”

“Oh no,” you breathe, shuddering.

“Oh no?” he says. “You don’t want to try something? Is that why your poor, empty cunt is dripping all over the bed?”

You whimper and bury your face in your hands. He pries them away immediately, holding both wrists in one hand.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, sir,” you say, knowing how he hated it when you hid from him. You're squirming, now, and can feel his hard cock against your lower back.

“What do you say, cyar’ika? Can I use you? I think you’ll like it.”

You nod without hesitation, despite the way your heart rabbits against your ribcage. You had enjoyed everything he's done so far, but every time he starts with “I’d like to try something,” it usually involves something very intense.

“Let me help you forget all about your bad day.” His hand slides down to your cunt, and your hips buck involuntarily, trying to reach him. He snatches his hand away and laughs. “Be patient,” he warns, before cracking his hand down against your pussy.

You yelp and whine, a pout turning your lips down.

“None of that, sweetheart, or do we need to start with a spanking?” He's teasing, but you hesitate. “We can, if that’ll help.”

You nod, your hands twisting at the sheets to keep them from obscuring his view as you flush from your ears to your chest.

“Such a good girl, telling me what you need. Lay across my lap,” he scoots so his back is flush with the wall. He’s so proud he doesn’t even make you beg for it.

As you settle, he strokes the soft skin of your back, one broad hand splayed across your shoulder blades. “Count for me, baby,” he says before bringing his hand down across your ass.

The strikes are firm but not sharp. Your count comes out in soft moans. He watches as your skin reddens a little, the way your plump flesh bounces. His cock is straining against its linen prison. It was going to have to wait a while, too. He had too much self-control, and it certainly wouldn’t be fair to you if he got to take the edge off before starting his little game.

Not that it was going to be fair to begin with.

You’re sprawled now, limbs askew, head hanging off his lap with your arms dangling.

He pauses. “Are you seriously falling asleep?”

“No,” you lie. “It’s just so nice.”

Ooh, mistake, he thinks, and brings his hand down hard for the last hit. It has the desired effect as you yelp and startle from his lap, betrayal across your face.

“Out,” he said, gesturing to the door and pulling his legs from under you so you have to scramble to make room.

You eye him suspiciously when you land on your old bedroll.

“Something you want to say?” he says, digging around in a cabinet with his back to you.

“No, sir.” You bite your tongue and try to see what he’s doing.

“Sit down, impatient girl,” he scolds.

You sit, legs crossed. You thought about kneeling, but with no indication how long you’d be there, you decided to get comfy instead. It’s then that you notice the ropes on either side of the bedroll, neatly coiled. Waiting.

“Don’t touch,” he says as you reach to feel.

“How do you do that?” you say, flinching back and folding your hands in your lap.

He chuckles. “I know you, cyar’ika. Turn around and face the fresher for a minute.” When you’re settled, he sits down behind you and takes one of the ropes. “Can I tie you up, baby?”

“Please.” It comes out as more of a whine than you mean, but your every muscle aches to find out what it feels like.

“You just sit there and relax.” He pauses. “No sleeping.”

You snort and shake your head. There was no need to worry about that. You’re too wound up now.

He begins to wind the cords around you, softly explaining what he’s doing. You would have been fine just letting him work, but to your surprise, it’s nice to know what’s happening. It helps that his voice is so, so pretty. And soft.

As he ties the diamond harness around your chest, he brushes his hands against your breasts, and you can’t help but squirm. He lets you. You won’t be able to, soon, anyway. He ties it off and shakes some of the ropes, running his finger under them to make sure they aren’t too tight.

“Oh,” you whisper, reaching up to feel the knot against your sternum, cupping your cradled breasts, and following the rope up to where he’s woven it over and under your collar.

He lets you explore for a moment. “How’s everything feel? Any pinching or tingling?”

“No, sir.” Your voice is so quiet he can barely hear it over the hum of the mechanics.

“Hands together behind your head.”

You lift them up, fingers knit, and he adjusts them so your neck is cradled in your palms. “Is that comfortable? Think you’ll be alright with them there for a while?”

You hum.

“Cyar’ika. Need you to stay with me right now and use your words.”

You shake your head a little bit, trying to clear away the haze even though all you want to do is sink into it. “Yes, sir. And yes, I’m comfortable.”

“Good girl. Hold still.” He starts first with your arms, threading the rope around to secure your forearm to your bicep. He winds a cuff around each wrist and gathers your hair into one fist.

You moan, less in pleasure than in contentment, so he takes an extra moment to run his fingers through your hair, pulling it neatly back. He slides a loop around it and braids the excess through, tying the end and securing it to your wrists.

Your breathing is ragged. Every brush of his fingers is sparking straight to your cunt, your thighs damp.

“Relax, baby. I’m only halfway done,” he says. He helps you turn around and gently lowers you until you’re lying flat, face up.

He looks you up and down and scraps some of his plan. He had something more elaborate in mind, but he doesn’t want you to slip into subspace yet, and it doesn’t seem like you can fight it for long.

Instead, he takes one leg and bends it to your chest before tying it there. With the other, he bends it over a low rung of the ladder, and secures it so you’re spread and vulnerable. Finally, he takes the loose ends sprawling from under the bedroll and weaves them across your torso, crisscrossing until he’s satisfied.

He checks each tie meticulously, having you affirm your comfort, before he sits back on his haunches. “Move.”

“What?”

“Wiggle, baby. Squirm around.”

You try. When you find that you can only wiggle in place, but can’t actually get any distance, you moan.

“You like this, cyar’ika?” He doesn’t need to ask. Your cunt, spread wide for him, is soaked. But he likes to make you say it anyway.

“Yes, sir.” You’re flushed, but you couldn’t hide from him if you tried.

“Good girl. You ready to try my idea?”

You open and close your mouth a few times. “This isn’t it?”

“It’s part of it, baby. It’s preparation. But last night at the market, I found something very interesting.” He holds up a small canister. “There’s a plant that grows on the mountainsides there with a peculiar side effect, if inhaled. If I take this, I’ll be insatiable for hours.”

Your breathing is shallow, eyes wide as you stare at the little tin.

“Remember, cyar’ika. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I won’t be upset with you if we don’t use it.”

“What’ll happen if we do?” You’re curious. “You’re already insatiable.”

“No, pretty girl. It’ll leave me hard. I’ll be able to cum over and over. Y’know, like you get to?”

“Oh. Yes, please.”

He laughs. “I was thinking we could play a little game. You like a little competition, right?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod, feeling a little suspicious again. You enjoy when he makes you suffer for his (and your) pleasure, but that doesn’t stop you from getting nervous.

“I want to see which one of us can make the other one cum more.”

“Oh,” that sounds fun, actually, so what’s the catch? “Wait. Hey, hang on. You tied me down.”

He laughs. When he’s like this, it’s just on the side of condescending that makes your clit throb. “You’ll have your mouth. And I’ll have everything else.”

“That’s cheating!”

He runs his hands over your breasts, pinching and squeezing. “That’s the point. Don’t worry, cyar’ika,” he strokes your cheek. “You kind of win either way, don’t you?”

He stands up. “It’s up to you. You say the word, and I’ll put this away. Plenty of other ways I can use you like this.”

You look up at him, a look in your eye he can’t quite place. “I want to.”

“Are you sure?”

“I trust you. And I want to make you cum. A lot.”

He grins. “Greedy thing. I’ll be right back, then.” He doesn’t want to open the container in the same room, doesn’t want to risk dosing you somehow. One of you has to be of sound mind for this, and he knows in his bones that if you use your safeword, he’ll stop. But he’s not sure you’d use it if you needed to, were you to ingest it.

It takes a few minutes, but by the time he returns to you, he feels warm all over. He had been half-hard already from groping you while you were tied up so prettily. But now, he aches.

“Can I blindfold you, cyare?” He’s breathing heavily.

“Please, sir,” you beg immediately, fairly certain of what that will mean. And you’re right.

As soon as the cloth is secure, you hear the soft hiss as he removes the helmet. He doesn’t make you wait, mercifully, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You moan and try to lean up for more, but your tether doesn’t let you.

He smiles, you can feel it against your lips, and you think you might lose your mind. You need him. Now. But he backs away.

He shushes you when you whine at the loss of his warmth, and settles himself over you.

“Oh, stars,” you groan as you realize what’s happening. He lowers his hips, letting the tip of his cock brush over your lips as he bows his head and parts you with his fingers. He dips his cock into your waiting mouth just as he licks the first stripe from your clit to your cunt.

It kicks off a chain reaction. You moan around his cock, and the vibrations pull a moan from him, as well. When you try to take him deeper, you realize you’ve been thoroughly tricked. You’re completely at his mercy, can only have as much of him as he lets you. Meanwhile, he’s teasing a finger at your entrance and sucking softly on your clit.

Suddenly, he pulls away, but slides his cock deeper in your throat. “Oh, and you can cum whenever you want. You don’t need to ask right now.”

Fuck.

It doesn’t take him long to draw the first one out of you. He lets you have his cock the whole time, softly thrusting as you suck and work your tongue. When he finally slides a thick finger in you, all the way to the knuckle, you cum. He moans into your cunt, pushing his cock down deep into your throat. He knows you like to choke on it when you cum, which—you realize later—was actually evil. Because it knocks a second orgasm out of you as you gag and struggle.

He pulls almost completely out, moaning as you suck hard to try to keep the head in your mouth. “That’s two,” he says, but it breaks into another moan as you flick your tongue over the slit. “That’s it, pretty girl, I’m almost there.”

He resumes fucking you with his finger, sliding another one in for good measure. He isn’t going to fight his orgasm. It’s not like he needs to try to hold out, and you deserve to get what you worked so hard for. So he thrusts roughly into you and spills down your throat.

He expects you to count or tease.

But you don’t. You gasp out, “Thank you, sir,” before opening your mouth again to wait for him.

“Dank farrik, cyar’ika,” he groans. “You’re going to kill me.” He slides his still-hard cock back into your mouth, and the way you take him is rapturous.

He resumes licking and nipping at you, kissing and sucking bruises into your thighs. You don’t notice the particulars of what he’s doing. Everything is soft and blissful. You’re only vaguely aware when you cum again, a gentle, rolling thing that makes you shake all over.

The world around you has narrowed. You might be floating, but thankfully, Mando has tied you nice and tight, so you don’t have to worry about it. You always love his cock, but right now, you think you might die if he stopped fucking your face.

The exquisite pleasure is just on the right side of painful. There’s a rushing sound in your ears, like a waterfall. You lose count of how many times he rewards you with his cum, how many times you cum just from feeling him twitch and spurt down your throat. Your jaw aches, and you feel raw all over. It’s bliss.

By the time the drugs wear off, Mando thinks maybe, maybe he’s too old for this. His back aches, and his knees lock up. And he’s so, so tired. But he’s still warm all over, and you’re so soft and beautiful.

You whine when he pulls away, but it’s a weak, soft thing. You’re too far gone, too worn out for more. He gives you another kiss before sliding the helmet back on.

“Cyar’ika, I’m going to take the blindfold off now.” He’s turned out the lights in the hull, but the adjustment might be too much still.

“Mm.” Everything is too heavy to move.

He slips the cloth off your head and warns you to hold still.

As if you would move if you could. That would be so, so much work.

You barely notice as he slides the knife, cutting the rope away from your body. You’re both absolutely filthy, but he doesn’t care. Doesn’t even think about getting cleaned up. Instead, he lifts you up and somehow manages to ease you both into the bunk. He brings the canteen to your lips and makes sure you take slow, easy sips.

Running his hands gently over you, he both checks to make sure skin didn’t break and admires the ridges of the rope where they’ve been tattooed into you. You’re limp, curled toward him, and he thinks you’re already asleep.

But then you nestle closer, pressing soft kisses to his bare chest, and he’s overcome again by gratitude, by awe at what he gets to have with you.

“Hey,” you whisper, later into the night. He stirs a little, too groggy to open his eyes. “Who won?” you ask.

“No idea,” he murmurs, and pulls you back into his chest to sleep.

*title from "My Blue Heaven" by Taking Back Sunday.

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