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#imagine if they stuck with this for the final game
baby-octopus · 24 days
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Pixel art Dante's Inferno point and click adventure/puzzle solving game ooooggh brain
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avirael · 7 months
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FFxivWrite 2023
Day 08 - Shed
The sun had long vanished beneath the horizon as A'viloh sneaked out of the house trying his best to not wake anyone. It was a clear night and the dark blue sky was filled with millions of stars shining in all kinds of colors. In A'viloh’s opinion this view never got boring, he could marvel at it for the rest of his life and wonder if somewhere up there someone else saw a similar sky and did the same.
Quietly he crossed the Aetheryte square, staying in the shadows as best as he could, alway keeping an eye out for people who could see him. He wasn’t sure if it was really necessary to be this careful but better safe than sorry.
U'laqa had asked to meet him at midnight by the wooden shed at the springs. This had been earlier that day after their archery training session. While everybody else went to retrieve their arrows U'laqa had casually stepped beside him and whispered in his ear. Before A'viloh could reply anything U'laqa had already run after the other boys, not that he would have replied anything dumbfounded as he was.
All afternoon he had been torn between worry and excitement about this secret meeting. A few weeks had passed since Dalamud’s fall and the world hadn’t come to an end after all. That night as the dust started to settle and worried voices called out for them, they had embarrassedly untangled from their embrace and pretended nothing had happened. The oasis had remained relatively unharmed by the catastrophe and so all things had quickly returned back to normal. A'viloh had already began to worry that things between U'laqa and him had also returned to normal. He feared that what U'laqa had said to him that night as the two of them watched in terror as the red moon fell out of the sky had long been forgotten.
Now, as he stepped towards the springs, all he felt was nervousness. A tiny fire burnt in one of the braziers but there was no one to be seen. He looked around, but found nothing. Carefully he peaked into the shed, nothing either. Then suddenly something gripped his shoulders from behind and snarled. He shrieked and spun around only to realise that it wasn’t a monster that attacked him but just U'laqa who had pranked him.
As the other Miqo'te heard A'viloh surprised scream he quickly pressed a finger to his lips and gestured for him to be quiet.
"Shhh! They’re going to hear you.", he whispered and because A'viloh stared at him like he just had a heart attack he added: "I’m sorry A'vi, it was just too tempting. By Azeyma! You should have seen your face!" Then he started to laugh heartily.
A'viloh grimaced. "Haha, very funny… So you called me here to scare me to death, is that it?"
"Maybe!", Laqa answered with a cheeky glint in his golden eyes and that kind of wide amiable smile on his face that never failed to make A'viloh speechless.
Silence settled between them and for a few moments neither really knew what to say. Then U'laqa nervously ran his fingers through his bright blonde hair and his face became more serious than usual.
"No… actually I wanted to to talk to you, about… you know, what I said when Dalamud fell…"
A'viloh made an anxious face. So it was indeed how he feared. All of this had been a misunderstanding and now U'laqa wanted to take back what he said.
"I see…", he muttered disheartening.
"What’s with that gloomy face now?", he asked obliviously.
A'viloh forced a weak smile onto his face. "I understand. I know it was a weird situation, end of the world and everything. It‘s alright if you changed your mind. I really shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up…"
"What?!", the other Miqo'te exclaimed. "You thought I didn’t mean it?!"
A'viloh couldn’t believe what he heard.
"You didn’t? No, I mean: You did?"
U'laqa sighed and slowly shook his head, smiling in a way that made A'viloh think he was making fun of him. "Oh, you silly, adorable idiot…"
A'viloh still struggled to understand and just stared at the other boy in confusion.
Finally U'laqa grasped his hands and said: "I meant every word, every single one. I love you, A'vi. I loved you since the day we met."
"You do??"
U'laqa chuckled at his puzzled expression.
„I do.“
Still A'viloh couldn’t quite believe it and wondered if this was just a dream he would wake up from every second now.
After a moment U'laqa raised an eyebrow and quizzically tilted his head. "Please don‘t tell me now that you don’t like me back…"
"No!", A'viloh exclaimed. "I do too!"
When he realised what he just said his face went hot and he quickly looked down in embarrassment. Very quietly he added: "I like you very much. For a long while now actually but I never thought…"
"Shhh…", U'laqa said quietly and A'viloh instantly fell silent, as the blonde boy cupped his face in his hands and made him meet his gaze.
Then he slowly leaned down and kissed him.
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mantisgodsdomain · 5 months
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Considering their IRL counterparts, we think there's a very good chance that since Heart was Rad God's previous host, while she got transmitted to Mad Rat via bits of her in the heart tissue. There's not a whole lot else going on in that operation besides the heart transplant, after all, and we doubt that the doctor had any extra contamination around to potentially transmit her. We know that she says she lives in rats, specifically, but there's One Specific Protozoan she's based off of, and cats are the definitive host o f Toxoplasmosis Gondii.
Given the givens, it's entirely possible she simply doesn't present the same symptoms cross-species, and a symbiotic host that offers more benefits to her just... won't experience the same trip, especially since trying to feed your cat host to a cat doesn't really offer any benefit to either of you. With Heart, he's probably either asymptomatic or just only experiencing symptoms that don't particularly affect his day-to-day life, possibly in a way where he wouldn't have even known he was playing host to a parasite if it wasn't for the situation with Mad Rat.
Would it be weird for him to be... aware of that, postgame? To know that he's carrying a parasite with the potential to majorly fuck up any rats that might contract it? Is there a proper way to react to the knowledge that you're carrying a hallucinogenic parasite in you that'll cause major issues for any rat you might infect? Would he even, like... figure out the whole "asymptomic/mostly asymptomic carrier" thing before later? These are the questions we really need to ask.
#mad rat dead spoilers#mad rat dead#we speak#MRD is a beautifully crafted game with an incredibly compelling narrative about death and life and making something of it all#and also we are going to talk about it like “hey yknow how rat god might live in heart's guts before being evicted via heart surgery”#we are certain someone else has said this considering we're just restating canon facts but we haven't seen it so we're making it again#please do imagine discovering you have a parasite because you died#and came back in a state where you could see the very strongly presenting symptoms in an intermediate host#this is also our theory as to why final cutscene heart uses rat god's voice btw#she's in there hanging out somewhere in his digestive tract and possibly offering mild rat-related perks#depending on how Weird mechanics are might be part of the reason he can talk to rat when the black cat doesn't share a language#gondii is a beneficial symbiote for cats after all#just not for rats#mad rat dead's plot from rat god's pov is just “you get evicted from your old apartment because someone ripped it asunder”#“and then stuck one chair from your living room into this guy's van with you still in it”#“and now you're trying to backseat driver your way into finding a new apartment. the guy will die if you do this but this is fine you think#and then she gets beaten up by the guy whose car she's using#and then from heart's pov it's just discovering you have some guy living in you like five years after she takes up residence#when she starts trying to kill the guy you were an organ donor for who you are currently haunting#and then mad rat is here with “god is real and she wants me dead”#maybe if we get the motivation we will make joke aus based on these at some point#maybe.#we rarely return to MRD so#maybe itll just float#this is one a them “once every three years” fandoms we might be back later but we don't guarantee it.#we'll see how it goes
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x-nephophile-x · 2 years
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Look I see your thirsty tags and I love them.
Ardyn lives in my brain rent-free, and I am physically ill if I look at him too long. It's been four years. Y e a r s. This man shouldn't have the effect he has on me after four years but somehow, I am sitting here grinning like an idiot making heart eyes at my screen anytime he appears. S e n d h e l p! :D <3
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jinghengs · 16 days
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i wholeheartedly, genuinely, cannot believe my quality of life has been increasing bc of a fucking gacha game
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lilithland · 1 month
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imagine you’re running late, trying to move some laundry, because of course as the inferior sex, you do the cooking and the cleaning
you’re almost done moving your clothes when you see your favorite sock stuck in the back of the machine, you try to stick your arm as far into the machine as possible but you still can’t reach the sock
you maneuver your body until your head and both arms are in the machine, you successfully grab your sock but when you go to pull your body out of the machine you find you are stuck
you wiggle and squirm but can’t seem to get out of the washing machine
your partner was supposed to pick you up for a date later (you had left them a little note hoping to suprise them when they got home) so you knew eventually someone would come to your rescue
20 minutes later you’re scared shitless when you hear a loud knock at your door, it can’t possibly be your partner because they have a key and it’s way too early for them to be back
you start to panic a little but try to ration that a burglar wouldn’t try to knock first before entering, you hear the loud knock again followed by your door opening
“maintenance”
you don’t know if you should holler for help or pray to god that they don’t enter your laundry room, you’re beyond humiliated at your predicament
luck was not on your side, you hear heavy footsteps approach you, you hear a low whistle behind you
“and what do we have here?” rumbles a deep voice
you swallow your pride, “hi, um, sorry about this, wo-would you be able to help me … please?”
large hands grab your hips, you naively think you’re about to be set free
when instead of attempting to pull you out of the machine, one hand retracts and lands a hard smack on your ass
you scream in pain and jolt a little in the machine
“what the hell is wrong with you?!” you scream trying harder to wiggle your way out
“well sweetheart, when i enter a house and find a note that says i can’t wait for all the dirty things you want to do to me and then find a hot babe with an incredible ass on display, i have to oblige and give them the fucking of a lifetime”
you still at his words, he had found the note you left for your partner, he thinks you set up this elaborate plan to have wild sex with a stranger
“no you don’t understand that was meant for my partner i am seriously stuck please help me get out” you start pleading and begging
“sure, and i’m sure you’re gonna keep screaming no and for me to stop, even while your cunt squeezes and cums on my hard cock over and over again, is that the game we’re gonna play tonight sweetheart?”
you really start to thrash inside the machine, it doesn’t matter what you say, this stranger is about to r4pe your tiny holes
he shushes you as he continues to grope your ass with his giant hands
he flips the skirt you had been wearing up over your ass, giving him a perfect view of your thong
your boobs hadn’t quite made it into the machine, he yanks your tank top down freeing your titties, smushing them against the cold machine
the cold instantly makes your nipples hard and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips
“oh is someone finally getting excited?”
the strangers rough hands pinch your nipples as you start back up your protests of no’s
he gives your titties a rough smack and you scream and jolt in the machine again
he alternates between painful pinching and rough slapping, you start crying with how rough he’s being
“doesn’t matter how much you protest princess, i know you’ll be soaked when i go check on your princess parts again”
you refuse to believe him, but when his hands stop abusing your tits and go to remove your thong, you can feel the sticky trail being pulled from you
you feel his rough fingers collecting the juices at your enterance, the embarrassment of it all makes you leak around his hand even more
he wipes your girl juice along your thighs and all over your ass, the more his fingers just barely touch your cunnie to collect more, the more you drip for him
you hate how your body is betraying you
he removes his fingers and you hear some shuffling, you emotionally try to prepare yourself to be thrusted in to
you weren’t expecting to feel a wet tongue
you werent expecting to feel a wet tongue eating out your ass
you try to squirm but in the process accidentally push back more onto his tongue
his big hands deliver a hard smack to your thighs before pinning them down and holding them in place
“i can also go in dry baby doll”
you totally still at the implication he’s going to fuck your ass
you whimper and cry more
he removes one hand from your thigh and starts to play with your inferiority hole while he continues to eat out your asshole, he alternates between rubbing your nub, a little too hard, and roughly fingering your fuck hole
you don’t know how but his rough administrations make you have cummies
you clench the fingers inside you tightly as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm
before he stands he spits a glob of saliva right on top of your asshole
seconds later he’s rubbing his hard cock up and down your slit, collecting all of your girl juices as you continue to leak
without warning he starts to slowly and painfully shove his dick into you
each inch is excruciatingly painful and his dick seems to go on forever and ever
by the time he bottoms out you think you might pass out, there has to be at least eight inches of dick in your freshly r4ped asshole
he stills for a moment and decides to abuse your body some more while you adjust to his length
he smacks your ass and your titties, runs your overstimulated clit too hard and too fast
when he’s done playing with your body he grips your hips painfully and begins to piston in and out of your ass
he sets a brutal pace from the start, roughly fucking you against the washing machine
your abused and sensitive tits sway with each thrust, causing them to smack against the machine over and over again
you lose track of time, only knowing the sensation of your asshole being abused
without warning you hear a guttural grunt and feel a warmth deep in your gut
the maintenance man pulls out with a plop
“don’t worry baby, i’ll make sure to get a video of your gaping asshole leaking my hot sperm into your delicious cunt”
you’re horrified at every aspect of what he just said, your stomach churning at that the thought of such a video getting uploaded to the internet
as he said, you can feel the cum leaking out of your open asshole, slowly dripping towards your inferiority hole
as the sperm starts to pool, his fingers are on you again
or rather in you, his fingers easily slide into your gaping asshole, collecting his own jizz
to your continued horror he then shoves his fingers deep into your cunt, fucking his cum into the proper fuck hole
you aren’t on any birth control
his fingers move in and out of you slowly, you’re humiliatingly wet so he has no problem getting a few in you
“should i cum in your pussy next or try to get my fist in your ass?”
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astaroth1357 · 2 months
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I have long wanted to write a headcanon where high demons have lesser forms, so take a walk with me on this:
Imagine that the brothers are fighting with each other and one of them takes a serious hit, like, somebody's left hook got them right in the jaw and it was brutal. They fall to the ground, stone cold, and... just. Poof into a tiny little critter. Like a verison of their familiar. And they can't retake human form until they've rested and healed their wounds.
I'm doing that.
Lucifer becomes this fat-ass, little peacock. He's like one of those rotund Chocobo from the Final Fantasy universe, you just want to pick him up and squeeze him but he's slightly too heavy for that. His feathers are black, save for the tail which have black, red, blue, and green markings. If something makes him "Poof!" then he'll hide away in the Castle because he refuses to let his brothers ever see him in that state. MC can visit him, though, and he'll coo and get all fluffy whenever they pet his tummy.
Mammon turns into a three-eyed raven, but not fat like Luci. He basically becomes a bigger verison of one of his familiars, he's about the size of an eagle. For being the second strongest he gets "Poof!-ed" rather often because he gets caught up in so many fights. Most of the time, he's just a bystander then some stray shot hits him and suddenly he's squawking everybody's ear off! Hilariously, he's arguably smarter in this form so when he's stuck as a bird, his grades actually improve (if anyone can read his actual chicken scratch penmanship).
Levi becomes a snake. Duh. He has similar markings along his back to the colorful scales on his neck in his demon form. He isn't even the length of your average scarf, so MC can drape him behind their neck easily and he doesn't get in the way. He's absolutely MISERABLE like this, though, because he has no hands to play games with. He can get extra clingy to people if he's feeling cold, but MC has to invite him to share their body heat because he's too shy to signal what he wants.
As much as Satan would love to be a cat, he becomes a little unicorn (Sorry, I didn't make the lore). He's about the size of one of those miniature horses, but don't be fooled. He will snap your kneecaps and he's at perfect height to rear-kick his brothers right in the crotch. His coat is black but his tail, mane, and the underside of his horn are all his signature green. If he every gets "Poof!-ed!" he's big mad, so he'll spend the entire time trying to kick and spear his brothers so they have to suffer along with him. He's the cause of a lot of chain "Poof!-ings."
Asmo becomes the smallest, cutest scorpion you ever did see. Well, as cute as scorpions can be. His whole body becomes hot pink and he has the biggest widdle eyes (think those jumping spiders who wear raindrops on their heads type energy). He's also venomous as all hell, so his brothers HAVE to make sure that they continously call him "small, cute, and adorable" lest they suffer a week's worth of paralytic toxin. He can fit the palm of a hand and makes MC tie a little bow around his tail so he doesn't feel too bad about being under-dressed.
Beel, unfortunately, becomes a fly. A big fly (by fly standards), but a fly nonetheless. You wouldn't even know that it's him if he weren't traffic cone orange. Literally everyone panics when he gets "Poof!-ed" because it would only take some bozo with a swatter to put an end to the sweetest brother... Belphie never lets Beel out of his sight and even has a tiny leash so he can keep track of him if they have to go out. He's a lot easier to feed like this, but everyone has to resist that automatic urge to smack him away from their dinner plates.
Belphie ironically has the largest lesser form out of his brothers. He's a cow, more specifically a bull, but there's nothing special about him aside from the navy fur. He is a full grown bull and he loves to lord it over the others if they all get "Poof-ed!" at once. Also, good luck getting him to do ANYTHING in this form. He is a bull. If he does not want to move, he will not be moving. Not even Beel can carry him like this. He's the only brother who doesn't mind getting "Poof-ed!" all that much because of it.
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28 games in the steam library, nearly all assassins creed games on ubisoft, kingdom hearts & bioshock collections on epic, and STILL i havent done anything but ffxiv for months. let me finish disco elysium i know i have autism you dont have to remind me
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noxtivagus · 2 years
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NIGHT IN THE BRUME
#🌙 rambles#[ ffxiv. ]#THIS MASTERPIECE. THIS SONG . it's so special to me#wait thinking abt it rn makes me feel like crying. night in the brume represents a lot of my emotions across time#i rmber when i finally reached ishgard way back in early 2021 i cried so much#n that meant so much to me bcs ffxiv really helped me be more open w my emotions again. it was so hard for me for the longest time#n i was so stressed at that time w the future i rmber but ffxiv really slows down time for me and comforts me#the feeling of success i felt when i reached that milestone in game. i finished arr. that meant so much to me#this melody brings back so much memories. it's safe enough for me that i can easily lose myself in it n be at peace#it reminds me of moments n late nights like these where i'm alone in my room w everyone else sleeping n there's just a light to my left#before i knew of emet's existence alphinaud/aymeric/haurchefant were my top 3 faves. all have connections w ishgard#listening to this song reminds me of all those moments as a sprout when i'd just chill in ishgard. or do msq. or wait in queue to level#times where i'd just happily take pics of my wol like i'm her mom or smth. posting on my priv twt. i was so young#i'd find peace and comfort in this little world in my video game. i was on free trial tho so i didn't play w any friends for so long#early months of summer soon i didn't know what i was doing. being stuck in the free trial reflected my own hopelessness w life in general#when finally buying the game tho i rmber logging into the inn of ishgard. i rmber going to ul'dah n finally being able to play w apollo#i rmber later on taking screenshots in ishgard as well n just relaxing. n night in the brume/solid wld play in the back#n it also just reminds me of a lot of things i've written. whether it be related to ishgard for example or while listening to the song#i rmber writing before abt imagining late night walks in ishgard while holding the hand of someone you love#imagine looking up at the beautiful night sky. it's a bit cold w the chill of the breeze but there's warmth w the person by your side#no responsibilities. deep talks or silence; whichever it may be it still gives you comfort.#looking back at my old notes my lore for my wol was 'in hw she learned to trust again'#oh god i already shed a few tears earlier but i feel like crying again bcs i still rmber writing these words so clearly#that was a time where i really really needed a long hug. n maybe rn i need that as well.#;;; i have notes on wolgraha here but for apollo's sake i'll change that to wol/oc omg#damn it's been nearly 2 whole years since i've (mostly consistently) written what happens nearly everyday#huh. 2022's nearly over n it scares me how fast time seems to pass by. remembering hurts so much but it also gives me sm comfort T_T#years months weeks days. sm changes so quickly. it hurts so much idk what to do abt it when there's nothing that cld console that#it's nearly 3 am tho i'll do a few things first then i'll head to sleep
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sublimecatgalaxy · 3 months
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Finnick and maybe like arguing in the arena that turns into a kiss?👀
It's been a few months since I got this but since I'm in my Finnick era, I thought I'd finally write this!
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"You need to slow down," Finnick mutters under his breath and reaches out to grab at my wrist, stopping me in my tracks as I nearly trip over a branch that's stuck in our path. My head whips around to look at him with a deadly look at he pauses before his cocky grin takes over once more.
"Maybe you need to pick up the speed." I snap, tilting my head at him in a calculated way and he laughs, shrugging his shoulders brifely before looking around at the others with a tired look on his face. We're twenty minutes into the games and we're already at each others throats.
You should've seen us in training.
"You know, when I agreed to team up with you and the others, I didn't think I'd be bullied the whole time." He crosses his arms across his chest with his nose in the air and I scoff, rolling my eyes at his taunting behavior.
"I'm not bullying you. Pointing out that you're too fast is a fact." He shots back and laughs and I turn to look at Katniss with a dumbfounded look but she just gives me a shrug but I can see Peeta attempting to hold back an obvious laugh.
"Finnick, shut up." I finally say, huffing shortly.
"You guys sound like a married couple." Peeta adds and I look to him with wide eyes and Finnick gives him a similar look with a small gasp.
"Shut up!"
I let the thought infiltrate my head for a moment, picturing Finnick and I, standing hand in hand, smiling instead of biting each other's head off every five seconds whenever we're in the same room together. We've known each other for years, through the capital and what they used us for, but now that I think of it, I don't think we've ever had a serious conversation.
"You guys can go ahead, I need to slap some sense into this kid." I wave the rest of the group away from us and they all give the two of us a hesitant nod before moving along the trail, still ever so careful, leaving Finnick and I behind.
"You have me alone. It's what you've always wanted, right sweetheart?" He flirts and I can't deny the way it makes my stomach flip and for a moment I can feel my cheeks heat up under his weighted gaze and I swallow deeply.
"You're insufferable." The words come out more breathy than I want them too and I almost want to tell them that now is not the time to decide to flirt with me and sweep me off my feet. There's more time for that, when we're free and the revolution has begun. But apart of me is selfish.
"You're beautiful." He takes a step towards me with a sinister smile and I feel my breath being sucked from my lungs as his hand reaches up to cradle my cheek softly and he gives me a small wink before leaning in and I panic.
"Finnick." I place my hand on his chest and he pauses for a moment but I don't push him away, instead, after just a moment of hesitation, I give him a gentle nod.
He leans in and presses his lips to mine, my lips instinctively parting to deepen the kiss with a smile, his other hand wraps around my back, pulling me closer to him and I can only imagine the cameras zooming in on us and all our sponsors cheering and sending us goods as we kiss.
He pulls away with a smile, his eyes staying closed for just a moment before they open, blue hues focusing on mine as I raise my hands to my cheeks, concealing my giddy smile.
"Shut up."
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disneyprincemuke · 19 days
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✧.* the parent trap / ls2 *.✧
while luna's observant nature is typically a blessing, you suddenly find yourself a part of her little games after you and logan get into a fight that leaves you refusing to talk to one another
notes: i missed dad!logan so here we are
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“love,” logan sighs as his hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “come on.”
“don’t even say that to me!” you shriek before turning to walk away from him. “no, seriously, logan. i no longer want to speak to you.”
“you can’t just do that!”
“yeah, i can! watch me!”
marriage is fun, they said. though you actually cannot remember who specifically said that to you, or is that something you told yourself to make yourself feel better for getting married at 20?
either way, it’s tough juggling being a wife to an athlete who is rarely home, your job and a 5-year-old. you just wish someone had talked some sense into you before you decided that teenage pregnancy was smart.
spoiler alert: it, in fact, is not.
so you spend the night in the guest room by yourself with frustration in your veins. you could have opted to continue arguing with logan, but the sleeping toddler just a door down just makes it so difficult to continue.
your ability to turn a petty argument into a full fledged argument has bled into your marriage, and you have to admit that both of you are still slowly still figuring that part out.
it’s a lot harder than you thought.
you fall asleep after tossing and turning for hours, not used to the stiffness of the bed in the guest bedroom that’s only ever lived in when logan’s brother comes for a visit. the sheets smell too clean and the room is neat — you’re rarely inside, only using it as luna’s makeshift playroom at times.
so imagine the toddler’s shock when she knocks on the master bedroom door and stumbles in only to find one parent under the sheets. and it’s not even the same as before: she’d half expected you laying by yourself but not this time. it’s just logan.
considering logan is rarely home makes it all the more perplexing for the blue eyed kid.
she hums, climbing over logan who’s lying on his side. “where’s mummy?”
“mummy needed some ‘me time’,” logan grins, peeking through an eye as luna climbs under the sheets, nuzzling herself into his arms. “mummy is sleeping in the next room over.”
luna hums, nodding understandingly though concerned for her mother. she contemplates checking on you briefly, but the minute logan’s soft snores filled the empty room again, she knew she was stuck in place for the next couple of minutes until logan remembers that luna is here to wake you both up for breakfast.
so she sighs, closing her eyes and forcing herself into a slumber again to ignore her grumbling stomach. and because she hasn’t seen logan for 2 weeks, so this is kinda nice.
luna is awoken by the smell of pancakes and she knows instantly that you’ve finally rolled out of bed and mummy’s ‘me time’ is finally over. she scrambles out of logan’s arms, completely unaware of the deep slumber that her father has slipped into, interrupted by her thrashing around.
“mummy!” the girl screeches as she opens the door, stuffed koala locked between her arm and her body. “are those pancakes?”
“good morning, lulu,” you greet her, setting a plate down on the table. she greets you softly, wobbling over to you and tiptoeing when you press a kiss to the top of her head. “you slept with daddy?”
“i went in to wake him up,” she mutters, climbing onto the seat next to you, “then we fell asleep again.”
logan stumbles out of the room as well, hair a mess and eyes still half open. he merely glances at you, catching your eye as you both consider acting civilised in front of your child. though your argument is fresh in both of your heads, he greets you nonchalantly as he passes you on his way to the kitchen.
he didn’t even have to look at the table to know that you’d only prepared breakfast for yourself and luna.
“morning,” you find yourself greeting him back with a small smile to play the part in front of luna. you hunch over again and pat luna. “do you wanna go out and do something today, lulu? let’s have a girls’ day?”
she hums again, leaning forward to grab her utensils. “without daddy?”
you tilt your head. “daddy’s not a girl.”
you see luna purse her lips, furrowing her eyebrows as she considers your offer. logan is only going to be home for a week and a half, and she knows that. but you can’t physically stand the thought of staying at home with logan in the vicinity, your argument still leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.
it’s just unfair that he was questioning your parenting decisions when he’s rarely here for luna the majority of the time. sure, you know how difficult it is for him to cope with the situation, always feeling like an absent father more often than not. but it’s not a good enough reason to question how you choose to deal with emergencies you deal with by yourself when he’s not home.
it’s not fair that he’d question your ability to be a parent to your sole child.
“okay,” luna shrugs with a smile. “can we go to build-a-bear?”
you smile and nod. “of course!”
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it’s been 2 days since you’ve spoken to logan. both of you are running out of excuses to tell luna why you’re not sleeping in the same bed and why you’re practically ignoring one another.
acting civilised in front of the toddler seemed okay at first, until luna opened the door to the guest bedroom with a head tilt and questions on her lips.
“mummy, do you not love daddy anymore?”
you cannot begin to explain how fast you sat up and turned to the door with mirrored furrowed eyebrows and a head tilt. “luna, why would you ask me that?”
she shrugs with a frown, looking down at her feet. “did you fight?”
you sigh, closing your eyes. you always knew treating luna like a normal human being would bound to have it’s disadvantages. she’s a very well spoken 5-year-old, articulate and more spatially aware than you would like.
“mummy and daddy are just figuring something out,” you explain softly as she closes the door behind her and walks over to where you are. “but that doesn’t mean i don’t love him anymore. why would you say that?”
she climbs on the bed and settles herself on your lap, immediately nuzzling her face into your chest. “i’m just making sure. cause i still love daddy.”
“well, i still love daddy,” you grin, brushing her hair. “i’m just upset with him right now. like you with your friend in preschool, remember? but that doesn’t mean we won’t ever make up.”
luna hums throwing her head back with a grin. then she scrambles out of bed, koala stuffie still in her arms as she runs out of the room. “okay!”
“lulu, where are you going?”
she shrugs, tiptoeing as she opens the door to leave you. “it’s my playtime now.” she turns to you with a cheeky grin. “do you want to join me?”
you nod. “can i join you in a couple of minutes? mummy’s got some work to finish.”
she nods before she closes the door behind her. but while you think that she’s disappeared into the living room for playtime, she actually makes a sharp turn for the master bedroom to ask logan the same thing.
she opens the door, feigning sadness with her head hung low. she frowns as she looks at logan with puffed cheeks and sad eyes. “you still love mummy, don’t you?”
logan, who’d already been awake and on his phone, turns to his daughter with a bewildered expression. how long was he gone for that his daughter suddenly turned into some old woman stuck in a toddler’s body?
“what?”
her frown grows. “you don’t love mummy?”
“what?” logan throws his head back, putting his phone down. “of course i still love mummy! why would you think otherwise?”
she presses her lips together, squinting her eyes as she approaches logan slowly. “you and mummy have not dropped me off at uncle oscar’s to hang out without me,” she hums, keeping her gaze on logan. “you should hang out with mummy.”
logan hums, pressing his lips together. “soon, lulu. don’t you like spending time with us together at home?”
she climbs on the bed and hunches her back. she sighs exasperatedly and shrugs with her whole body before dropping her back on the bed. “you and mummy don’t even talk to each other.”
she tries probing logan for a confession like she did with you, clearly knowing the transparency that you share from spending everyday with her. logan, however, she’s constantly trying to figure out each time he spends at home with her. not to say that she doesn’t think she’s not close with her dad — because she is — it’s just a different dynamic.
“what if…” when logan continues to stare at her, she sighs softly. she sits up. “can you play tea party with me?”
he furrows his eyebrows, shocked by the sudden change in mood. “sure? but weren’t you going to ask me something?”
she shrugs, now climbing out of the bed. “nope.” she stands on her feet and looks at logan. “tea party?”
“of course!”
suddenly logan finds himself trying to squeeze into a chair that’s clearly too small for him, sipping on imaginary tea. his daughter sits opposite him and the stuffed koala between them. he finds a plastic tiara on his head as they sit in silence for the next minute or so.
a door opens and makes luna perk up and grin at logan, her green eyes piercing into his own. “we have a special guest.”
logan tilts his head. “do we?”
“yes!” luna throws her hands in the air with a giggle, watching you approach them with a soft smile. “mummy is finished with her work! she can join us for tea party now!”
you laugh, merely glancing at logan as you approach their little table. “do you want me to make actual tea, lulu? have you guys been drinking pretend tea this whole time?”
luna shrugs, running from the table to her play kitchen where her little kettle sits on top of the plastic stove. “yes. but i like pretend tea. daddy, though,” she glances at you with a small and playful smile before looking at logan, “maybe he wants big people tea.”
“daddy can make big people tea by himself,” you laugh.
she drops her smile. “but you should ask him.”
you force a smile to your face, stiffly turning over to your husband, hunched over as he plays with the koala’s ears. “do you?” he looks at you. “want big people tea?”
logan shrugs, leaving the koala alone as he hesitantly keeps eye contact with you. “maybe.”
before you could shoot back an answer, something about making it himself, luna perks up and stumbles into you. “i changed my mind, mummy. i want some tea, please.”
you gasp. “i thought you said i was a special guest!”
“oh!” you see the gears shift in luna’s head as she shyly looks over at logan with a shy grin, finger in her mouth. “daddy…”
“okay,” logan mutters, pushing himself off the plastic chair. “i’ll make tea.”
you hold back a laugh when he stands up, the plastic chair stuck around his hips as he struggles to pull it off himself. only then do you notice that luna’s forced him into another one of her pink tutu’s for the tea party.
“hey,” you poke luna’s stomach, prompting a soft giggle from the toddler, “how come only daddy gets the cute accessories?”
she gasps, eyes wide as she darts away from you. she sprints over to the small box in the corner of the room and practically jumps in to dig for something for you. “i’ve got a tiara for you too, mummy!”
she comes back with a couple of accessories while logan’s gone to make your family some tea. you hunch over for luna to put the tiara messily on your head, even giggling as she helps you put some fairy wings on.
logan comes back with the promised tea eventually, juggling a teapot in one hand with three pink little tea cups in the other. a set that logan had found somewhere during one of his races and he couldn’t resist not getting it for luna and her tea parties involving real drinks.
“thank you!” luna perks, smiling up at logan as he takes a seat. “you made tea for mummy too?”
“of course.”
she turns to you. “mummy, what do you–”
“thanks,” you say as you finally take a seat in one of the small chairs, unfortunately, next to logan.
“i brought sugar for your tea.”
you look down at the sugar packets now sitting in front of you on the table as luna pushes away all of her plastic sets of teapots and cups. you feel your chest warm up at the subtle gesture, smiling at him as he sets the little plastic table with everything in his hands. “thank you,” you find yourself whispering as he puts a cup in front of you.
“so lulu,” logan starts, “how has pre-school been?”
you see her green eyes sparkle, excited that logan’s asked about school. she’s got stories upon stories to tell him, starting with the friends she’s made lately and the fact that she’s gotten into her first fight with a friend (they eventually make up).
then she starts rambling about her karting races, giggling about how you never fail to take her every weekend and take her out for dessert afterwards.
luna forces your phone out of your pocket, making you pull pictures out of her in her race suit and pictures of her zooming past you during her races and practice. it forces you and logan closer slightly, and suddenly you realise what luna is doing.
it only took logan turning to you with crinkled eyes, giggling along with you when the picture of luna passed out in the back of the car with her mouth hung open pops up. you’ve been set up by your own toddler, conspiring to ensure that you and logan are making up sooner rather than later.
it’s almost genius. you barely even have the time to think where she’s gotten this sneaky trait from because she starts shaking you to show logan pictures you took of your short trip to your mother’s right before he came home.
“aw, lulu,” logan coos at the picture of her interacting with your parents’ dog, all cuddled up on the couch as she watches tv. “you like mika?”
“like mika?” you snort, “she loves mika. she forced the poor husky to sleep with her the entire 3 days we were there.”
without noticing, luna starts pulling back as you and logan finally find yourselves engaged in conversation about her. she silently takes her koala from the seat next to her, slowly walking over to the couch with her ipad hoping that you don’t notice her.
“and mika was okay with that?” logan laughs, throwing his head back. “she didn’t get mauled by a dog twice her size or something?”
you shake your head in amusement at his statement. “i guess not! mika was so fond of her. probably from the constant belly rubs that luna gave her upon arrival.”
logan hums, resting his chin in his hands, elbows on his knees as he leans into you. “we should get her a dog. someone to keep her company while you’re away for work, you know?”
“logan,” you huff, furrowing your eyebrows, “she’s enough work as it is. an additional mouth to feed would be too much for me.”
he purses his lips together. “she’s been asking for a dog forever though.” you suck in a deep breath, finding yourself ready to explain why your household does not require a dog. as if reading your mind, he waves his hand in the air. “actually, you’re right. we should wait until she’s a bit older.”
you smile at him, thankful that he immediately got where you were going with the conversation. you glance at your daughter, now swinging her feet in the air as she lies on her stomach on the couch, tapping away on her ipad. “by the way,” you whisper, “i think we just got bested by our toddler.”
he giggles along with you, scrunching his nose. “i know. she’s got a future in strategising, don’t you think?”
“definitely. i haven’t been outsmarted in a while until luna started growing up to be a menace.”
he sighs, smiling slightly at you. “i’m sorry for the other night. i didn’t mean to poke at you for your decision-making — i was just shocked. you have it hard enough being home alone with luna all the time. i shouldn’t have questioned you.”
you reach over to grab his hand, squeezing it. “i’m sorry too. i was a tad defensive.”
luna glances over at both of you, grinning to herself before returning her attention to her youtube video. suddenly all is right in the world and she’s counting hours to your announcement that she is being sent to uncle oscar’s house to spend the day so you can hang out by yourself.
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onyourowndaisymae · 8 months
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don't mind me... just thinking about the demon brothers slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...
lucifer // mammon // levi // satan // asmo // beel (you are here) // belphie -- others coming soon, NSFW warning below, gn!reader
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beelzebub, who doesn't have the capacity to get to know you in the way he should. it seems that every season of his life comes with heartbreaking turmoil, and he just has to get used to that feeling of emptiness in his stomach. first, with the celestial war, he lost lilith. now, as the exchange program began, he had to say goodbye to his twin brother for an entire year. he hopes you don't take it personally-- he just can't spare the mental or emotional energy to embrace your arrival like he should.
beelzebub, who can't thank you enough for the way you've repaired his family. he never would have suspected that you had been forming the pacts with his brothers to release belphie from the attic. a small, nervous part of him wonders if you had been nice to him just to get his pact, that you didn't mean all those things you said-- but he knows you. even if you had been lying, you did it for the right reasons. and after all, everything worked out, right? you're here, belphie's back, and the months since his twin's return have been nothing but happy. you have single-handedly stitched his patchwork family back together. beel can't find a way to show how important all you've done for his family really means, but he'll keep trying anyways.
beelzebub, who likes you a lot, actually. he's never been too keen romance. most of his interactions had been spurred on by the other party. he's been attracted to people who are kind yet self-assured, seeking him out first. all of his experiences in crushes, in romance, in bed, have all been a game of follow the leader-- not due to a lack of interest on his part, but because of trauma-ridden aloofness that caused him to focus on the things he still had. romance never topped the priority list... at least, not until it came to you. beel saw you as a member of the family for a long time, longer than he maybe should have. but there's something special about you. something about you that makes him love you differently than he does his brothers. he just wants to have you around, always, sharing meals and movies and glances across the dinner table that make his brothers squirm. he's finally found someone special in his life-- someone he's going to give romance a try for.
beelzebub, who has never been good at controlling his appetite. it hits him at the worst of times, constantly, gnawing at his insides until he can't ignore it. that was why he is stuck in this position. a hunger brews in him, all adrenaline from the latter half of the fangol game and lust, and-- fuck, he needs relief. water beats loudly against the tiles, disguising the deep growl in his throat as he tugs impatiently at his aching cock once, twice, listening hard to make sure no one else was still in the locker room. he listens until he couldn't anymore, until his hand began to move impatiently on its own, another growl rumbling in his chest before he relents and begins pleasuring himself. his mind wanders to you, on the railing of the bleachers, screaming your lungs out in support of his team, feet pounding against the metal steps as you jumped about. you were there for him, cheering for him, watching his every move. he imagines you creeping in to reward him after everyone else left, perched on your knees on the locker room floor, wide eyes watching him with so much love as you swallow his cock, plush lips wrapped around his shaft as you take him as far as you can. just the thought makes his cock throb in his hand. he didn't have long to finish himself off and head out, but his mind couldn't help but linger on the image a bit longer...
beelzebub, whose date night just got a whole lot better. the two of you had spent the evening at hell's kitchen eating your fill (or in beel's case, eating them out of stock) then coming back to the house of lamentation for a movie. but your hand began to wander during the movie-- not towards the snacks, which he offered you several times as your gaze began to wander, but to his upper thigh. your fingers creep in further, until you're brushing against the seam of his pants. he hardens at your touch, your gaze, the steady sound of your breathing next to him. he shoots you a curious look. he quietly warns you that yours fingers are touching him in a particular place-- surely you know that already? you nod. he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you onto his lap. his view of the screen may be obstructed, but it's obvious that the movie has fallen to the wayside for now. it's him that takes the initiative to guide your hips into a steady grind against his own, little gasps escaping yours lips as he watches you more intently than he ever did the screen. grinding turns to kissing and kissing turns to grabbing, his big hands grabbing at your sides, your ass, your thighs, spreading you open for him. his fingers slip past the waistline of your pants and begin to toy with your sex through your underwear. you begin to tug at his sweatpants, desperately reaching for his cock while rutting into his hand. his cock springs free-- fuck, he's massive-- and you whine for it. you tugged your pants off in a few hurried movements. he tries to warn you about needing more prep, but his words die in his throat as you whimper for it, tell him how much you need him. his eyes and mind both glaze over with lust as gathers your juices and scissors them inside of your entrance, reaching deeper and deeper as you grip his broad shoulders and moan. when you're ready, he lines you up over his cock and lets your sink onto his length. you're so tight and soft and his head is spinning. fuck. the drag of his cock through your insides makes him groan. he doesn't even realize he's pinned your back against the couch until you look up at him with wide eyes and murmur his name. he starts to pull back, but you repeat his name-- your tone is laced with lust, hands reaching for him to come closer, and he does. he hovers close enough to brush his lips against your ear and apologize. you're a strong human, right? you can handle a little roughness? his hips pull back then thrust roughly into you, making your vision blur for just a moment, before he begins a truly sinful pace. a new sort of appetite brews within him-- and you know he's never been good at resisting his gluttonous urges.
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star girl | lucy bronze x reader
based off the request ‘maybe one with Lucy, that the r scores in the euros final like the winning goal’. let’s imagine it’s the 23’ world cup final again and leah + beth never tore their acl’s xx
It’s safe to say tensions were high in the locker room as you and your fellow England teammates prepared for one of the biggest matches of your careers. Sarina had opted for the same line-up that secured your team the european championship a year prior, just a few changes here and there.
Yourself was on the bench as a substitute, however, it didn’t make the experience any less nerve-wracking. Double knotting the laces on your boot, you walked over to a familiar brunette.
“it’s totally normal to feel sick to my stomach right?” She chuckles, as if she isn’t about to go out to a crowd of 75,000+ people. “The life of a footballer love.”
“How have you played three world cups? I feel like a heart attack is going to hit me any minute.” Sitting next to her, she squeezes your hand and kisses your temple. “Calmer?” The older girl asks. “Calmer.” You confirm, leaning your head on her shoulder for a brief minute.
You would describe your relationship with Lucy very much black cat x golden retriever; while you was often energetic and switching through emotions like tv channels, lucy was the opposite. While she liked to have fun and be sarcastic and all, she was actually a very chill person who would just go with the flow.
Lucy and you had been dating for just over a year and a half with only close friends and family knowing. You’d be lying if you had your doubts if the both of you would even last - with Lucy playing in Barcelona and you for your childhood club Manchester United, but you stuck it out and recently just bought your first place together.
It was 7:45pm over in Sydney Australia, both opposing teams beginning to line up next to each other in the tunnel. You and the other substitutes were to come out after the starting players. You prayed to God you could come away with a win tonight - you knew how hard each and everyone of you worked and to win the world cup would just be the cherry on top to an undeated championship run youse had going.
Walking out, it all suddenly got very real. The cheers from the crowd made you smile as you took your seat.
The referee blew her whistle; it was go time. You watched the game intensely, weighing up the stats of your team and the opposing team. Spain was playing good and the nerves in your stomach were intensifying with each passing second.
“Oh shit look!” Ella pointed over at James who was now running down a practically free pitch. “Come on, come on.” You muttered under your breath as you see Spain’s goalkeeper take her stance. James went to hit the ball, it travelling at a good speed. Unlucky for you and your team, it just narrowly missed the goal and instead hit the crossbar - the goalkeeper catching it as it fell back down, opting to roll it to one of her Spanish teammates.
Ten minutes had passed and your team was yet to make another chance, Spain players literally tackling left and right. It all came crashing down however when Carmona scored twenty-nine minutes in, managing to slot the ball into the corner of the net. As the opposing team celebrated you couldn’t help but feel bad for your girlfriend who you know would be blaming herself for the goal after she gave away the ball taking on three players at once.
The game carried on with a profound feeling of desperation. While Beth, both Laurens and even Keira had a shot at goal, none of the attempts made it into the net. You was happy to hear the half-time whistle blow, running down the steps and back through the tunnel.
“It’s not your fault, don’t even think it.” Knowing exactly the thoughts going on in your girlfriend’s head, you rubbed her back supportively. “I got too bloody cocky, I should’ve just passed it back.” Lucy ran her slim fingers through her tied back hair.
“Hey hey, we still have another forty five minutes to show them what we’ve got. And I don’t know about you, but I think Bronze over here shouldn’t stop aiming for gold.” Her lips tugged at a grin over your partially lame joke. “You’re right, as always. Don’t know what I’d do without my woman.” She quickly pecked your lips.
“Okay lovebirds, keep it in your pants - we have a game to win.” Keira piped up, giving both you and lucy a little smack on the back of the head.
It’s safe to say after the pep talks the squad received in the locker room, England was on top form. It also helped that Spain had let go of the reigns a little, clearly thinking they were safe with the one nil advantage.
The 68th minute. That’s when the crowd started to get a whole lot louder and players were charging down one side of the pitch. Hemp had control of the ball, slowing just before the box and passing it to Beth. The blonde hit the ball with her left foot sending it straight into the back of the goal. Cheers roared through the stadium as you celebrated with the other girls on the bench. The scoreline now 1-1, you was still in this.
Your time had come to make a debut in the game, walking onto the outskirts of the pitch, Sarina going through the plan with you. James was the girl who was making way for your appearance, giving you a double high-five and pat on the back.
Running onto the pitch, adrenaline rushed through you as you made eye contact with a certain someone and sent her a wink. You hadn’t even managed to get three passes before you were caught with studs pressing into your ankle, sending you down onto the ground “What the fuck was that for?” It’s not like you was massive threat to the Spanish team at that moment considering you was about to pass the ball back up your end.
Luckily you were awarded a free kick, having alex take it. The match was getting more tense the longer you played, both teams creating good chances. Spain was even awarded a penalty which thank god Mary saved.
91 minutes. The game had entered extra time. Scores still level.
You watched as Keira dribbled with the ball, passing to Leah who kicked it up the pitch. Weighing up where the ball was in the sky and where you was near the goal you saw your chance; jumping up in the air you threw your body back, your left foot getting a hit on the ball which sent it flying into the net. Getting up off the grass, you look at one of the assistant referee’s to make sure it wasn’t offside.
His flag staying down, you dropped to your knees in disbelief. The girls ran over to you cheering and shouting your name while practically assaulting you with hugs.
The final whistle was blown about thirty seconds later with your whole squad now coming into the pitch. Familiar hands wrapped around your torso and lifted you into the air, carrying you bridal style. “You’re fucking incredible you know that?” The brunette spun you around grinning like a little child.
Once put down you cupped her face in your hands, overcome with emotion and smashed your lips onto hers. Although the defender was taken back, she gave into the moment and kissed you back passionately. It wasn’t the way either of you was planning to make the relationship public but hey, you just won the biggest tournament of your lives and wanted to celebrate with your special lady.
it wasn't long before you was ambushed by your team shouting compliments left right and centre. the crowd was also off on one, the volume making your ears ring.
walking back through the tunnel and into the locker room you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up when a voice whispered into your ear "follow me."
obliging by the command and plodding behind the brunette, she dragged you into what appeared to be a storage room, miscellaneous sports equipment scattered around.
pushing you up against the cold wall which made you audibly gasp she planted a searing kiss onto your lips, hands having a firm hold of your waist. you reacted almost immediately, placing you hand on the back of her neck and bringing the two of you even closer.
"god i love you." the older woman breathed out as she moved from your lips to your neck, biting and sucking the skin to the point you was squirming in effort to not make any noise.
"i should score goals more often if this is how i get rewarded." forcing her to look at you, you reconnected your lips wasting no time in biting her bottom lip and snaking your tongue inside.
just as she slid her hand under your shirt there was a bang on the door. "lucia bronze and y/n y/l/n! if youse two are not out of there in ten seconds i will kick this door down myself!" tooney shouted.
you placed one last peck on lucy's cheek "i think we've been caught."
the right-back rolled her eyes. "we're continuing this later." she smirked, hitting your butt before unlocking and opening the door for you.
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lucybronze Won the world cup and the girlfriend jackpot. On top of the world right now.
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iwantyouinacage · 3 months
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Wicked Game
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Bully!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, bully Leon (he's nicer in this one), perv Leon, bratty reader, bullying (obviously), begging, oral (f) mention, slight dub-con (reader is secretly into it), cheating, leon gets drunk hes REALLY thristy in this one
“No fucking way.” Leon’s smirk stretched his lips into a full blown grin when he spotted you. You had been avoiding him. So why are you back at the bar, princess?
Title from the song Wicked Game by Chris Isaak (*totally reccomend listening to the song here)
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 of the Topless series
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ ♡ ˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆
“No fucking way.”
Leon’s smirk stretched his lips into a full blown grin when he spotted you. The crowd was unusually dense on the dark little dance floor of the bar. You were a smart cookie that’s for sure, going private on social media, springing out of your seat as soon as the professor said class dismissed. Leon was starting to get the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there were some hard feelings about what happened in the bathroom stall. You never stepped foot back in that club in fact, you left without a word. Not the only thing you left without that night. Besides your dignity, you forgot something else too. He fished his wallet out of his pocket, fingers slowly curled around the little plastic card wedged between his daddy’s credit card and an XL condom he was never going to use. 
Your ID card. He’d got it from the bartender, who figured you'd be missing it eventually, with the promise to return it to you. It'd be so so tedious to have to go about replacing it. Stuck in dmv hell, waiting in line for hours? Bummer. Your face Leon imagined when you had realized it was missing, ugh, he’d pay real money just to get a picture of it.. All wide eyed, panicked. Just how he liked you. He could pop a boner just from that. That and maybe a picture of your tits.
And now here you stand, in this smaller, shittier bar halfway across town. That old club was pretentious anyway, too close to campus so it was usually brimming with college kids. But not this bar. This was a locals bar, with grumpy middle aged regulars who came in at 10 am. Bikers and golf dads coexisted in harmony here. The barkeep was also the owner, he’d offer you free popcorn if you got too drunk. 
The music from the dancefloor drifted to Leon’s barstool. The crowd of bodies surged and blew hot air. There was a jukebox, pool tables, darts, a coke shelf in the bathroom. It was great. Leon sat on a barstool, four asses down from a rowdy group of middle aged men. They raised their double shots of tequila in the air. One for a finalized divorce and another for scoring a new (albeit younger) girlfriend soon after said divorce. Leon snickered, lifting his empty cup with them. They tossed back liquid gold as Girl, You’ll be a Woman Soon kicked on to the jukebox. Sucking on limes they whooped and cheered. 
Leon didn’t have to look to see where their eyes had drifted. Your hips knew the song before you did, oblivious to the heavy stares. Leon’s fist squeezed his sweating glass. He wanted to grab those hips while you were on top of him, help you ride his cock like a goddamn mechanical bull, sweat pouring down the back of your thighs, screaming his- 
“Care for some popcorn, son? It’s on the house.”
Leon is already pushing his stack of empty glasses away, cutting through the crowd like a hunter’s machete in a jungle. That jungle being broads old enough to be his mother, and mothers hot enough they could make him a daddy. His pulse was pounding slow and hard in his ears. He was a man on a mission, stumbling through the crowd. Brain running half a thought and a whole lot of alcohol. Leon was going to ruin your night. Again.
He adjusted his already half chubbed cock in his pants,lurked in the crowd. He saw a double of you, shaking your ass with your arms thrown over your head. Moving to the music, while some guy behind you had his hands on your waist. Standing there like a jackass with a stiffy against your back, practically moaning into your hair from the way you rolled your hips. What a loser, Leon scoffed as he shouldered the poor sap aside and did the exact same thing. You didn’t even notice the switch as the next contestant stepped up, his large hands snaked around to grip fat of your hips. Pushing you around like warm wet clay, moving you with the music with his own hips. Dancing you on him, how you wanted to be danced with. Stupid thing you are probably wondering for a half second how the mystery guy behind you could step away and come back a second later with the balls to actually dance with you. Leon wanted to laugh, but then the jig would be over all too soon.
You felt the absence of the man panting like a dog into your hair instantly, replaced with self assured hands. They pulled you back with ease into a wall of plush muscle, You fit together like puzzle pieces. The thickening cock against your lower back, the smell of the leather jacket and cologne the man wore made you groan. You thought he was hard before, it felt thicker, longer against the curve of your ass. But somehow softer? Was there an opposite of a grower you didn’t know about, small when hard, hung when soft. The room was dark, but you danced with your eyes closed because it made your drunk head spin in the best way. 
It felt good, especially after the hell you went through all week. The world had swallowed up your ID, and couldn't find it anywhere. Then your vibrator died, never to bzztt! again. You laid her to rest in a shoe box under your bed. Nearly gave yourself a carpal tunnel to pick up her slack. And last but not least, you swear that prick’s jizz made your face breakout. 
Leon could see your previous dance partner giving him stink eye, but he could care less.You lolled your head against his shoulder while he manipulated your body like a dolly. Slowly swaying, leading your oblivious drunk ass around, his hands slid around your body. Wrapping you up in big arms, you had let out a string of heavier breaths, hooking your hand over the back of his neck to play with the fine hair there. 
“Guess who...” he whispered, disguising his voice in a deeper timbre..
Your eyes fluttered open, his fingers dragging up your ribs. Cupping your breasts. His thumbs smoothed over your hard nipples, they already were pebbled inside your dress. You whined softly, smelling the alcohol on the man’s breath. He yanked your hips back, flush against him.
“...princess.”
…wait, what? Your eyes shot open, you may have pulled a muscle with how fast your head whipped around. Your bully, you were face to face with who you’d been grinding up on the entire time. You didn’t know if the divorced dad rock playing in the background made it more mortifying or not. Leon didn’t let go of you, he grinned like a madman, you gave him the exact reaction he wanted. You tried to jump away, you’d never live it down. Humiliation burned in your skin, Leon snorted a laugh. “Guess you didn’t know it was me, did you?”
“Eewwww!” you squealed like a pig, your face screwing up tight. Ah there it was, mhm, good mood ruined. Leon groaned under his breath. You smacked his arm hard as he giggled when he had made you cringe. “You were totally grinding on me!”
“Ewww! You were totally liking it. Dancing with a guy you didn’t even know. getting all hot and bothered, tch.” Leon mimicked back at you, still mechanically pushing your hips to get them to give him what he wanted. Like you were a jammed vending machine. Hell no.”I think you wanted me to keep going? You seemed to like these hands on your hips a second ago.”
“Oh, shut up.” you gripped his hands to pry his fingers off, with a scowl. “Says the coward who couldn’t just ask me to dance, do you even know the word ‘please’?”
Leon pouted as you managed to slip away from him, he had sworn he just had you in his grip and suddenly you were a foot away from him trying to dance on your own again. His head felt slower on the uptake than usual, blinking at the empty space between his fingers where you had once been, wondering how you teleported. 
Oh. Oh. hello vodka, old friend, where ya been? Leon felt vodka rear back a fist and pop him in the head. He was drunk. Drunk, drunk. 
“What’s the big deal? I got you to dance with me didn't I? But if you want straightforward, I can do that.” he stepped up behind you again, crowding into your personal space. Leon threw an arm around you dragging you back by your hips, tucking you under his heavy arm. His body heat radiated through his clothes. You could feel him grab a handful of your ass to slot your leg between his. Puzzle pieces once again. His soft cock was heavy against your thigh, but he ground it against you anyway. And true to his word, he definitely wasn’t being subtle about the way he groaned into your neck. “You know what this song is about right? And you’re just dancing away, while all these old fucks look at you.” 
He squeezed your ass cheek. “S’like the song is talking about you, princess. You’ll be a woman soon, you’ll need a man.” he sounded ridiculous, this whole citation was ridiculous. Your nose scrunching up at your bully. You were getting second hand embarrassment, but Leon didn’t seem to care, in fact he kept going. Even with your own breath perfumed with coconut rum, even you weren't that drunk to find this appealing. His groping hands move your body to the sweet notes of the guitar. Leon moved his hand to yours, in his head he imagined you two locked in a steamy tango, faces inches apart. Your leg hiked over his, with a rose between his teeth. But reality was much less steamy and a lot more like everyone was beginning to stare and murmur. Your eyes darted around, your lips in a tight line. You could probably try batting an SOS with your eyelashes in morse code, Now was it dot dot dash? Or maybe 3 dashes, and 6 dots? No no, it was definitely dot dot dot. Then dash-
“I wanna eat that wet little pussy so bad.”
Leon’s forehead pressed into yours, he all but groaned into your mouth. Looking at you through his heavy lashes, blue eyes glassy and sparkling. Not a trace of decorum. You wanted to laugh in his face, you wanted to scoff, smack him, roll your eyes. But something in the pit of your stomach lurched when you saw how serious he looked. With some sick twist in your gut you raised your eyebrows at his horny confession. A sly smile spread over your face.
Time for a little payback?
You searched his eyes quietly with mock interest. He looked so serious, as if he had said it with his whole chest. You gave him nothing in return. No reaction, no wide eyes, and Leon actually whines. His grumpy eyebrows furrowed, crease deepening between them. Was he pouting? Because you weren't saying anything. It sent a surge of heat between your folds. His eyes dropped to his thick thigh between yours, then back up to your face. “I just felt your pussy throb.”
He dove in like a man starved, grabbing the back of your head and pressing heated kisses to your neck. Sucking harshly at the sensitive spot just below your ear. Nipping it with his teeth. Your nerves suddenly prickled with a sharp inhale. “O-oh my god,” you groaned nervously, panic setting in. Leon’s arms squeeze you tighter, before you could even begin to push him away  “You are so drunk.”
“I am so drunk.” he mimicked you again, with a slight snarl, his breathing spiking into heavier breaths. His fingers twisted into the fabric of your dress. Tongue swirling against the column of your throat til you were sure he was leaving marks. “And so horny.” he said between rough kisses. You swallowed hard as you felt him break tiny capillaries beneath your skin. His free hand squeezed your breast. Completely different from the soft brush of his fingers earlier. You squeaked in surprise. “Just know that little cunt is wet for me, bet you taste so good. Wanna taste it.” 
Leon didn’t seem to care about the sea of people around you two in earshot, dancing around you. His husky voice rumbling in his chest, and against yours. Kneading your boob, weighing it in his hand and groping it. “Jeez, you're even drunker than I thought.” 
“Please,” he breathed out, “ I want it so bad, princess.” he tucked his nose into your neck and inhaled your perfume like a bump of coke. Your bully was begging…to eat your pussy. Your mouth went dry. Leon was just so horny and handsy your goosebumps raced over your skin, sobering you. The song had ended. 
“Let’s just calm down.”
“Don’t tell me  to calm down.” He whispered, in a harsh tone. Lust dripping from his pores like sweat. “You wanted straightforward right? Said I was a coward. Well, here I am, even said please. I’ll say it again too, Please, let me bury my face in your cunt.” 
You felt shaken up, and frazzled. Mouth gaping open and closed like a carp. You forced out a laugh, “oho, you are going to feel so silly when you wake up tomorrow and remember this.” you felt like your throat was closing up around a piece of unchewed food. Your cheeks burning hotter and hotter, eyes flitting around the bar. Leon could feel your heart pound against his chest, he wanted to hike your dress up and sloppily make out with your cunt right then and there. To take you apart on his tongue right here on this dancefloor. 
He didn’t even feel the strange looks they were getting. He was so drunk, he was practically drooling and babbling into your skin, spit dripping down his chin. “Mmh, I’m gonna want to eat that cute pussy out tomorrow morning too. I want to wake up with my face buried between those thighs.” 
“Um, what? Leon-”
“You heard what I said.” He was leaning his weight into you, putting uncomfortable pressure on your lower back. Your core muscles trembled under the strain of having to hold him and yourself up. He rubbed his face against your collar bone, burying it in between your breasts. Your pussy was throbbing with how much she wanted attention, slit dragging against the rough material of his jeans. Your clit getting more friction then before. He humped your leg like a dog in heat. You whimpered a moan. You noticed his cock was still soft. “Don’t act like you didn’t hear how much I want to eat your pussy til you cry.” 
Who was this man and what has he done with the Leon you knew? 
“Want that sweet cunt waiting for me in my bed, waiting for me to kiss her all over. Wanna make you feel so good. You can sit on my face, ride my nose, grind that clit on my tongue. Wrap your legs around my head so I can’t get away, fuck- anything, please.”
You were starting to think now was the time to call him a cab. Despite the ache in your swollen bud, and the fact he was about to make you cum on his leg, he was slurring his words, hips rocking. Acting like he was pussydrunk before even getting a taste. His pupils were blown wide with a dark hunger. Leon’s large hands squeezed your hips firm enough you’d find ten tiny bruises later. 
“Woah, woah Leon.” payback be damned, you're not a monster. You pushed against his chest slightly and he bucked his hips, “Look, we’ve haven’t even had s-sex before, let’s, uh, let’s just head back to the dorm. Maybe get you some water, mmh- you want, uh popcorn? I can get you some popcorn?”
“Yet. We haven't had sex yet, princess. But I know you want to. I saw the way you stared at my cock before.” He crowded into your space further, somehow. But his hands began to stroke your hips where he had dug his fingers in. Soothing the welts, his tone turning softer, like he was trying to not be so rough. 
You’d never seen your bully act like this before. Or anyone for that matter. Well, expect that one time your friend went a little overboard and started crying about how pets can’t communicate to their owners. Because, what if they had a tummy ache or a headache?? How would you even know? You wouldn’t. Poor thing, they’d just be sitting there with a migraine listening to your screechy baby talk, boohoo. 
“Let me tell you what we're gonna do. We're gonna go back to my place, and you're gonna blow me.” Leon said with a frustrated huff. You swallowed a lump in your throat, nails digging into his pecs. It’s like he could read your mind from back them, how you had wanted him to slide home into your mouth, feel the weight of him stretch your jaw open. To feel him dump his cum down your throat. 
“Leon, you’re too drunk to even get it up right now, for starters.” you pinched the bridge of your nose, taking a staggering step back. Your hips stuttering, orgasm bubbling up. It felt like he was going to snap your spine under his dead weight. His rubbing was right on that swollen bud, you were going to cum right here, nope- You grunted as your lower back pinched, giving him a hard shove. Patience growing thin. If there was one thing you hated was having to take care of drunk, handsy men. 
“You’ll just have to work your mouth on me a little bit, I’ll get it up.” he nodded decidedly, like he had it all figured out. Doing the math in his head. Finally standing on his own and away from you just in the nick of time. Fingers curling at his sides as if he was resisting the urge to grab you again. He looked deep in thought, he had been feeling his cock fail to get past half mast for the last twelve songs. “Okay, maybe I can’t get it up right now, but my mouth still works.”
You rubbed your temples at his one track mind. He was thinking with his dick, and even his second head wasn’t working properly. “Oh don’t worry, Leon, I’ve definitely noticed that your mouth still works.” you snapped, your eyes giving him a pointed just shut up look. You hooked your hand around his bicep, “come on, whiskey dick.” you grumbled, tugging him away from the dancefloor. You couldn’t stand the weird looks you were getting from the dancers around you. You ducked your head, shielding your face with your hand. Leon on the other hand, had a big dopey grin on his face, letting you drag him away, prodding you in the side, tickling you.
“Mmm, you like that I’m not shutting up about it.” he tease, Leon was nothing if not a whore for attention. He two finger saluted the crowd, throwing up a ‘call me’ hand sign to the woman by the dj who was old enough to be his grandma. The eyes on him made his cock attempt to fill out, twitching in his jeans..* You lead him to the empty part of bar where the pool tables and little arcade was, far away from the crowd. The machines beep and played little electronic jingles. 
You parked his ass near a pool table, “sit. Wait here, okay?” His eyebrows raised, but he sat down on the lip of the table. Leon felt the table immediately tetter and sag under his bulk. You yanked a handful of darts from a board against the wall. You carefully press them into his grasp with a challenge. “Here. Bet you can’t get a bullseye.” 
It was like something clicked in his brain, a cocky smirk back on his lips. “I won’t miss.” God, it was like distracting a dog with treats while it got a shot at the vet. Leon lined up the first dart, for a moment. He turned and looked at you before he threw the dart without a glance at the board. Bullseye. The way your eyes bulged he didn’t even need to check. Leon knew. He took the second. Bullseye again. 
“I think you forgot to struggle there, bud.” you gave him a suspicious look, “You’re surprisingly accurate for someone who's supposed to be drunk out of his mind right now.”
“What can I say? Guess I’m just naturally skilled.” he threw another dart. Bullseye again. You tapped your high heel on the ground irritably. He lined up the final dart, making a big show of pretending he was going to throw it. He pulled his hand back, and-
“I'll let you hit if you make this one.”
The dart lands with a thunk! Off center, not exactly a bullseye. Leon’s shoulders sag, blinking at his mistake. You watch his expression morph into a sour look, he crosses to the dart board, squint at the missed bullseye. Missed by a hair. He yanks the darts out of the board one by one, grumbling. You take his seat on the pool table green. 
“Aw, someone looks disappointed.” you cross your legs, using a baby voice to mock him. 
Leon cracks a smile, he actually laughs at your teasing him. You look a little relieved, your distraction seemed to have helped him a little. His eyes aren't dark with lust, and he hasn’t said the word pussy in at least fifteen minutes.
“Wanna know something funny? I’m actually drunker than I was ten minutes ago.” he says proudly, like he’d accomplished something just by getting more smashed. 
“You know what else is funny? I’m not even buzzed, you cupped your hand around your mouth, pretending to wave at the bartender. ”I think, whiskey dick over here needs some water.” 
“Water isn’t any fun.” Leon smiles, he leaned down, putting both hands on either side of you on the pool table. Boxing you in. He was nearly straddling your legs. “I know just what you need though, what you deserve,” You can feel your heart skip a beat, his tone wipes that look off your face. He grabs your chin, tilting your head up. “Is that cute little pussy eaten out til you cry.”
“Are you always this eager to eat pussy?” you shrink away, an uneasy laugh, trying to sound casual. You shift back slightly on the pool table green, your hand smacking one of the balls into a cluster of them. Making solid clicking noises behind you as they collided with each other. Leon laughs, tone turning to his usual cocky lilt. 
“I can’t believe you just moved my balls like that.” he cocked an eyebrow, dripping with insinuation.
You snort an unexpected laugh, darting your face away to cover the real laugh that just left your mouth. Your shoulder bouncing with repressed giggles. “Oh, oops, m’sorry.” you swing your legs gently as they hang off the table. “Not like you were gonna use them anyway.”
“Ouch.” he ducked his head to one of the marks he had sucked onto your neck, that you'll probably be mad about later. He nibbles into your sensitive skin. Your shoulders hike up by your ears. 
“That tickles-” you gasp out, your warm cheeks say otherwise. Leon pulled back, eyes locked onto yours before he takes a chance, going in for a kiss. He seems to hesitate between chaste and real kiss at first. Before he’s putting his weight into it, his eyes slipping closed. His hand cups the back of your head, thumb running over the apple of your cheek. Your back is straight as an arrow, his lips are surprisingly soft, plush. Leon tastes like cigarettes,  your mouth goes slack. The first time he’d kissed you, he had his hand around your throat. This felt different. 
Leon felt it too, because he retreated slowly, like he didn’t really want to stop. He cleared his throat, straightening up and away from you. 
“I didn’t think I had it in me to kiss that softly, definitely have never done that before.” he rubbed the back of his neck. Looking confused at himself, His blue eyes flitted back to you like he wanted to lean in and do it all over again. Meanwhile you felt like you were being waterboarded. You gasped, eyes going wide in a completely delayed response. 
“W-well never do it again.” you hopped off the pool table, smacking your cheeks. Trying to get some sense in your brain, it felt like your heart was hammering in your chest. You swipe at your mouth with the back of your hand. “I think it’s time for me to go home.”
Leon’s small smile drops, his brows knit together. That softer side of him snapping closed like a clam. He recovered with a defensive scoff, he didn’t think after all you two had done a little kiss would be such a big deal. It was a huge deal He stamped down the part of himself that felt slightly hurt down deep. Leon crossed his arms, “it was just a little kiss, don’t be stupid. It’s not like I’m getting you pregnant, princess.”
“I have a boyfriend.” 
He got that look back in his eyes when he heard that. That look he gave when he wanted to bully you, that look that meant you arent going anywhere. He wasn’t done with you yet. Leon grabbed your arm. “Your boyfriend isn’t here, and I don’t see why a stupid little kiss should would set you off like this.” he heaved a sigh, sounding annoyed. His grip on your wrist was surprisingly gentle for someone usually so rough. Leon didn’t yank or tug. He just held it. “Please, don’t leave.” 
There it was again. The p-word. You’d never heard him say it until today. Until you’d brought it up earlier. You felt your heart was being quartered and drawn. You took your arm back.
“I know you like to bully me, and make fun of me or whatever it is you do. But this,” you made a vague gesture, voice level. You wrung your hands, looking at the floor. “This is going too far, okay? I’m not here to kiss you or hang out or any of that other stuff. You're my bully, for god’s sake, and i have a boyfriend-”
“Do you always have to be so dramatic?” Leon shut you down, rolling his eyes. “One stupid little kiss and now you can’t even look me in the eye? That's really some bullshit, you know that?” He ran his hair through his hair, hissing out a breath. Maybe he was drunk, maybe that's why the next words out of his mouth were something you’d never expect him to say. “Look, okay, I'm sorry…for kissing you. I got carried away.'' He didn’t even mention the other times he got ‘carried away’ like the club bathroom…and the hallway…and the first day of the semester… it sounded like pulling teeth, like he wasn’t actually sorry for all the trouble he caused. You could hear the attitude in it. It only sounded like he meant half of it. He sounded like a child.``now are you gonna hang out with me or are you gonna leave?”
You turn to walk away, only making it to the bar before he’s calling after you. But he barks a laugh, chasing after you like always. He whines,“Where ya goin’ princess?”
“Home. I don’t want to hang out with you. I just want to go home.” 
“We literally live in the same dorm building, you realize that right?” he snorted, “even if you leave now, I’m going the same way home.”
“You sound like a creep, I’ll have you know.” 
“Come on, after that great kiss, I think you ought to buy me a drink.”
“I think you’ve had enough.” you shoot back, god your feet were killing you, the strappy high heels digging into your ankles. Leon scoops you up under the armpits, dumping you on a barstool and sliding into the one next to you with a look of triumph. It’s only when you're off your feet the pain really sets in, your toes are pinches, a blister brewing. Your arch feels stiff as a cadaver. Leon orders you a drink, and you reach down to check the damage. 
He grabs your ankle, propping your foot up on knee. You hiss, even though he was being uncharacteristically gentle, it’s a little jarring. “Watch it! Jeez, what are you a caveman?” He ignores you in favor of popping your shoe off your foot, setting your pump neatly down on the ground. WHile he pulls your foot into his lap, his fingers and thumbs working to take the soreness out of your foot. Leon is staring at your face the entire time. 
It’s almost unfair how good it feels. Your eyes ping pong from the floor, to your foot in his hands, his face, your new drink on the bar top. You rest your chin on your palm, leaning resigned on the bar top. 
“So…I noticed you’ve hardly been calling me princess all night. What’s up with that?” you laugh but the words fall flat.
“Are you complaining? Do you want me to call you princess again or something?” he chuckled softly. He ran the heel of his hand up and down the arch of your foot. His hands were so warm. “I mean, you can always just call me daddy from now on, ill allow it.”
You scrunched up your nose. “Gross, absolutely not…” had you said that too defensively? Nah the daddy thing was not your cup of tea…unless? No, no! get it together, girl. “You know what I meant.”
“I know, I know, I’m just messing with you, princess.” 
You sip meekly at your sweating glass of vodka cranberry. These are probably what got Leon so drunk earlier, they tasted like pure candy. You turned your face away as he said the nickname. Leon caught the hint of a smile on your lips. He lifted your other foot now, pulling it off slow. “Why do girls wear these things anyway? Just like the way your legs look in them or?”
“They're just shoes, Leon.” You bit your lip as he dug his thumbs into the sole of your other foot. Letting out a little breath of relief.
“Mhm, I know they're just shoes, princess. I was just saying, don’t they feel better off?”
He tucks your second shoe with its sister and works hard at the tension in that problem area. You were seeing a lot of sides of Leon tonight. It was like he’d flipped off the bully part of his brain and somehow decided to care about your comfort. Even your boyfriend didn’t do this for you and Leon was here doing it in public at a bar. “Uh huh, I think they're going back to the store after tonight, I think I got the wrong size or something. I need to return a few things to the mall anyway.” you mentioned off handedly, the sweet vodka and cranberry washing easy over your tongue. You started to roll and stretch the ankle in Leon’s lap. He looked down at your poor foot. 
He seemed to consider something for a few beats before he nodded. The mall hmm…
He patted your foot, with a smirk.
“Yeah, probably for the best.” 
You lull into a quiet conversation.
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headspace-hotel · 6 months
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How would one write a work of horror fiction about Lawns?
I think there may have been a post saying this, but it's stuck with me: just as zombies, vampires, monsters, and serial killers embodied deep fears within culture at the time they were extremely popular, I think the iconic horror monster of the upcoming years might be the Backrooms.
No, no not like in the crappy indie games about the Backrooms, where there are monsters everywhere. I mean like in this youtube video where it is simply a quiet, empty, endless labyrinth of rooms that superficially appear to be human-made, but they have strange, arbitrary layouts and forms, and there is no sign of the essential processes of life—no food, no place to sleep, no recognizable living spaces.
The place itself is the monster. Though it appears familiar and human, it is as fundamentally hostile to human life as the surface of Mars. Though it appears like a place purposefully designed for human needs, none of the basic resources and facilities for meeting human needs are apparent. It is something much worse, much more indifferent and at the same time much more hateful, than an uncaring and unforgiving wilderness.
Imagine, then, a sidewalk bordered by uniform green lawn, running alongside wide stretches of asphalt road. Imagine the sidewalk continuing on to meet other sidewalks, branching and intersecting in strange, illogical patterns. Imagine broad stretches of uniform green under a relentless warm sun and blue sky, no birdsong, no insects.
Imagine green grass with no dandelions, no clovers, perfectly lush and homogenous, surrounded by sidewalks that separate other plots of flat green turf, all perfect, bordering curbs that drop off into roads which stretch steadily toward the horizon, surrounded by sidewalks and green grass, splitting off into other roads that travel through a similar landscape, green and crisscrossed with paths. In every direction, this is all you see.
You keep walking, steadily following the sidewalk. Sidewalks branch and meet each other strangely, sometimes diagonally crossing lush strips of lawn, sometimes pivoting to meet the street and resuming on the other side. Some stretches of road have a broad green median also covered with green grass. In some places, there are neat mounds of black mulch around the base of perfectly trimmed yew bushes. The sun is warm—very warm.
Any perceptible grade to the ground seems to lead to a storm drain, in which there is no sign of water. Water is all you can think about. How long have you been walking? Your surroundings appear the same. You finally notice a stretch of grass that appears to be freshly wet, as though recently watered, and you are nearly prepared to lick any moisture you can collect off the grass blades, but a strange thought stops you.
Why, you think, does this grass appear so spotless, uniform and green...?
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nintendont2502 · 10 months
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thinking about hal and davesprite. davesprite and hal. both splinters of striders. both discarded by the narrative and their friends and themselves. both technically making the decision to give up their humanity, but like. did they really have a choice?
davesprite had to become a sprite. sure, he chose to jump into the sprite, but what else could he have done? he had to travel back to alpha (killing the last friend he had left to try and save all of them) and he had to prototype himself. he probably knew that. and he did it anyway to try and save them all, and what did he get for it? his friends don't care about him - not like they used to, anyway. hes just the weird, spare bird dave that no one really knows how to handle. his own alt self, the one that took his place and his friends, doesn't seem to care - hell, he doesn't even acknowledge davesprite's existence after the scratch and the meteor trip and winning the game.
hal technically chose to create himself. he'd have the memories of it anyway, but how could he have known that he'd be the one stuck in the glasses? imagine just pressing a button and waking up, stuck in code and wires and circuits. you still have all your memories and emotions and experiences but you aren't 'you' anymore. your friends see you as a different person at best, and an annoyance getting in the way of talking to the 'real' you at worst.
davesprite goes from being his own person to just playing a role. davesprite. daves sprite. he isn't a person now, not to the game. he only exists to help dave now. and sure, he rejects it and does his own thing, but having your *name* taken and replaced with a descriptor of the role you're meant to serve? that's gotta hurt
hal has no choice but to accept the role forced on him. auto responder. it's literally programmed into him - he has to respond to dirk's messages when he's too busy. he has to pretend to be his old self only when it's convenient. hell, even his 'ironic' new name still forces him into a box. hal. the 'antagonist' of space odyssey. possibly one of the most famous ai in media. an dangerous ai who threatens and hurts those he's meant to help.
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and when they both finally get some semblance of importance, it isn't even as themselves anymore! they've been fused with nepetasprite and equiussprite and while they're still there and still happy, they aren't *them* anymore
they drive me so insane
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