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[signedkoko]

hiii!!! i’m new to anons lol but i love ur writing so much!!

i was wondering if i could pretty please request some vox x reader romantic headcanons where reader is a fallen angel exorcist, like vaggie? and possible vox finds them left after an extermination and takes them in?

tysm❤️‍🩹

Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which Vox finds you cast down from heaven after the extermination. Reader is genderneutral.

While the Vees remained somewhere safe during the actual extermination

The first person to get back into things is Vox; he needs to know every detail, count every death, and report any massive fallings of overlords

Every camera flickers to life, his teams are sent out to repair, and as his processor is counting up the hundreds of deaths, he catches something strange on his camera

You're limp, shoved against a wall, with gold leaking from your back and a broken spear in your hands

Oh yeah, he's going for this one himself

He's not saying a thing because the implications of who you might be could be world-shattering, and he wants to be the first to say it

Making sure to keep an eye on you via that camera, he's glad he shows up because you look like you are on the verge of death

At first, hes cold, looking at you, wondering if you would be worth the trouble

But then his curiosity kicks in, along with his itch for innovation and wanting to be the first at everything

With the zap of some electricity, hes transporting the two of you to his workstation, where loose wires and all sorts of projects mid-construction are sitting around

At that point, you've actually started to try and fight back, which gives him a good glance at your back, where two gaping holes near your shoulder blades were pouring out the golden blood

" Jeez, chill out! It's not like I can kill you or anything. "

He's unsure of his own words, but you seem to stop then, which confirms that he really did have no means to kill you

But one thing was certain: you were not from around here

Vox will bandage you and ask all sorts of questions; he wants everything, and you seem more than willing to tell him everything, although he could tell you ommit a lot of details

" So then, where'd your wings- "

" I think you have overstepped. "

Alrighty then!

He won't press too much, but he will run vitals to make sure you're in a more stable condition

Vox won't let you out of his sight, though who can avoid his gaze?

For the first week, you remain in the workshop until he can work out a room for you

He would hide you from his coworkers for a month; he's worried they might try to exploit you or let shit out

But eventually he introduces you to Velvette- though neither of you share where you are from, as far as she is concerned, you are something of a partner to Vox

Valentino won't know until it happens accidentally, because jesus, Vox can't trust that asshole with a single thing

He won't want you to go out without someone too often, worried someone might find out and try to kill you

He says it's because he needs to be the only one who can study you, but the way he clings to you at night tells you he just doesn't want to lose you

Author's Note - Alternative title: local tech overlord can't admit he has a crush because ur the first person to be nice to him and mean it

[smilingformoney]

Rickmas Day 5: Open Doors

Character: Eli Michaelson (Nobel Son) Relationships: Eli x reader Warnings: smut, student/teacher hookup

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You closed your laptop with a sigh. You’d tried pretty much every spot on campus you could think of, but everywhere was crowded and noisy, and you just couldn’t focus. You left the study hall with your laptop under your arms, trying to think of where you could go to get your coursework done. You needed somewhere quiet, somewhere no one would disturb you - preferably somewhere with a lock.

As you wandered through the halls of the college, you passed through the science block, and an idea struck you. It was a long shot, but you thought you might as well give it a go.

You found your Chemistry professor’s office door and knocked. After a few moments, the door swung open to reveal a frowning Dr Michaelson.

“Office hours are over,” he said shortly. He hesitated, though, looking you up and down thoughtfully. “…I might make an exception, though. What do you want?”

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Dr Michaelson, and I know this is gonna be a real cheeky ask…”

Dr Michaelson raised an eyebrow curiously and leant against the doorframe, his arms folded.

“I’m tryna do my math homework but everywhere on campus is so busy, I can’t focus. Is there any chance I could just sit in the lab to do my homework?”

“And risk knocking something over?” Dr Michaelson scoffed. “No chance. But… you could work in here.”

That took you aback.

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“Sure. Just keep the noise down, would ya? I got my own work to do.”

Dr Michaelson stepped back and opened the door, gesturing for you to come in.

“Wow, thanks, Dr Michaelson, I really appreciate it. I owe you one.”

You said this as you walked into the office, so you didn’t see the hungry smirk that teased at the corner of your professor’s lips when he heard that.

“Not a problem at all, [Y/n]. Anything my students need. Here - lemme make you some space.”

He gathered up some of the papers strewn over his desk to make some space, then pulled a chair around for you. You thanked him again as you sat at his desk next to him.

“Now, don’t go telling everyone they can do this,” Dr Michaelson said firmly. “This is a one time thing, you hear? You caught me in a good mood.”

You mimed zipping your lips closed. Dr Michaelson smiled, then turned back to his own work.

You opened your laptop and loaded up your math homework again. Finally, you were able to concentrate. You liked having company when you studied, but not the obnoxiously loud company that Stanford seemed to be full of today. It was nice having Dr Michaelson for company, because he didn’t disturb you, and you were able to really focus on your homework.

Although he was mostly quiet, you did hear Dr Michaelson grumble under his breath sometimes. After the third “fuck’s sake” from him, you had to glance over.

“Something wrong?” you asked with amusement.

“I hate computers,” Dr Michaelson replied with a grumble as he hit the backspace button aggressively. “It keeps telling me I’m spelling Musettamycin wrong.”

You peered over at the screen, where his word processor had put a red squiggle under ‘Musetamycin’.

“It has two Ts,” you said.

Dr Michaelson frowned at you. “I think I know how to spell Musettamycin, [Y/n]. I am a Nobel Laureate.”

“Yeah, in Chemistry, not English.”

He narrowed his eyes, then stood up and grabbed a book from his shelf. He flicked through the pages, apparently found what he was looking for, and quickly put the book back on the shelf.

“Well done. You passed my test.”

He sat back down and added an extra T, and the red line promptly disappeared. You giggled.

“Do I get extra credit?”

Dr Michaelson looked at you thoughtfully.

“You get one chance for my help with your math homework.”

“Who says I need help?”

Your professor scoffed.

“You’re smart, [Y/n], but you ain’t that smart. You’ll need it,” he said confidently.

He turned back to his work, and you to yours - and, sure enough, eventually you came across a problem you just couldn’t solve.

“Alright, I admit it, I need help.”

Dr Michaelson leaned back in his chair with a triumphant grin.

“Well, well, well…”

“Stop!” you laughed. “Are you gonna help me or not?”

Dr Michaelson sighed dramatically. “Well, there are drawbacks to being a Nobel Laureate, I suppose. Everyone thinks you know everything - which I do. Come on, then, let’s have a look.”

He scooted his chair closer to yours to look at your screen.

“Oh, that’s easy. You gotta find a substitution to simplify it. Look at the denominator - what kind of substitution d’you think you need?”

“Uhm…”

Your mind went blank for a moment when you felt Dr Michaelson’s breath on your cheek. You realised suddenly that he’d scooted very close to you. He had one arm on the back of your chair, while with his other hand he pointed at one of the integers on your screen.

“Oh, er… trigonomic, right?”

“Good girl,” said Dr Michaelson, and you felt a strange shiver run across you, like he’d said some secret code to make you blush. He glanced at you, clearly noticing your reaction, and smirked.

“So… choose a substitution.”

He spoke softly, as if he were talking about something very different.

You cleared your throat and went to write out a substitution, trying not to get distracted by how very close to you he was. Dr Michaelson pulled his hand away from your screen… and rested it on your knee.

You could feel his gaze burning into you as you wrote out your workings, and when you paused, he glanced back at your screen.

“Good. Now, rewrite it in terms of theta.”

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to do that when his hand was still on your knee… or when it began moving up your leg, his fingers grazing your inner thigh. Was your Chemistry professor seriously coming onto you right now?

“Good girl… so smart,” Dr Michaelson muttered in your ear. “I don’t think you need my help at all… you just wanted some attention, huh?”

You could feel your heart racing. Your cheeks were burning red, but it just seemed to spur him on.

“Is it really all that busy on campus, [Y/n]? Was I really your only option for some peace and quiet? I don’t think so…”

“I, um… I remembered you said the lab stays locked…”

Dr Michaelson chuckled, his deep voice reverberating in your ear.

“Mmm, and you wanted to get me behind a locked door, is that it?”

“N - no, I…”

You gasped as Dr Michaelson reached the top of your thigh, but instead of stopping, he just kept going, his large hand suddenly cupping your crotch firmly through your pants.

“It’s bad form to lie to your professors, [Y/n],” he whispered. “I could report you for academic misconduct, you know.”

He stroked you with his fingers, and even through the fabric of your clothing, it sent a tingling feeling right to your core.

“Dr Michaelson…”

“Call me Eli.”

“Eli… how do you know I won’t - ah!” - another squeeze from him - “won’t… report you for this?”

He smirked.

“Are you telling me you don’t want it, [Y/n]? Say you don’t want it and I’ll stop.”

He continued caressing your crotch, his fingers dancing dangerously close to your zipper.

“It’s… it’s bad form to lie to my professors,” you said, stealing a glance at him. His pupils were wide with lust, his confident smirk on his lips just begging to be kissed.

Eli chuckled.

“Smart girl.”

He unzipped your pants and slipped his hand inside, causing you to let out a high-pitched whine.

“Wet already?” he teased, his fingers exploring your folds as you tried to keep your lips closed tight, lest you cry out a little too loud and be heard in the corridor. “My, you are an eager little thing, aren’t you?”

He pushed two fingers between your inner folds, digging deeper into the wetness that was pooling between your legs. You bit your lip, your eyelids fluttering, and let out another whine when Eli’s fingertip found your sweet spot.

“You need to simplify the expression,” he murmured in your ear as his finger circled your clit.

Your eyes fluttered open, confused.

“I - huh?”

Eli nodded towards your computer screen. “Simplify it, then integrate with respect to theta. Then your integral will be straightforward.”

What the fuck was wrong with him?

What the fuck was wrong with you, for that matter?

He stopped his movements very suddenly, and you whined in frustration.

“Go on. Show me how clever you are.”

You tried to clear your mind and focus on the expression on your computer screen, but you were far more interested in the finger that was now circling your clit again, spreading your wetness around as you tried to remember what numbers were.

“Good girl,” Eli said again. He’d clearly figured out how weak you were to those words, and he was using them to his full advantage. “What do we do next?”

Finger me, you thought.

“Substitute back to x,” you said.

“Go on, then. You can finish it from here.”

As your fingers moved across the keyboard, his fingers moved down through your folds, and pushed at the entrance to your pussy.

“One more step. Go on.”

You cried out as his fingers slipped inside you, but you kept going, willing your mind to try and think about stupid numbers at a time like this.

“Root over four minus x squared,” you said aloud, trying to ignore the way Eli’s fingers were crawling deeper inside you, reaching out to find your G-spot.

“And then - ah! - plus C.”

You sighed with relief as you finished your answer.

Eli smirked.

“See? You didn’t need my help with math. But I do think you needed my help with this, didn’t you?”

The hand that was on the back of your chair reached around to slide under your arm and grab your breast through your t-shirt as he began pumping his fingers harder inside you. You moaned.

“You like that, huh? You like getting fingered by your professor?”

“Y - yes,” you admitted. “It feels so good…”

“You think this is good? Just wait ‘til you feel my cock… you’ll be coming back every day on the pretence of needing help with homework, but really you just need my cock.”

You let out a moan of his name, which seemed to spur him on, as he began fingering you more aggressively, his other hand pawing at your breast, as if he were resisting tearing your clothes off to get straight to your flesh.

You grabbed onto the arm of your chair to steady yourself, and with your other hand, you reached over to Eli’s lap to cup his hard length beneath his trousers, and you couldn’t hide your reaction when you felt how big he was.

“You want it, huh? You want my cock, [Y/n]? Go on, tell me you want it… all you have to do is ask…”

“P - please, Dr Michaelson,” you panted. “I need your cock. Please - please, fuck me on your desk…”

Eli groaned, overwhelmed with arousal at your words. He withdrew his hands from you, then grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap. Your lips connected with his instantly, his arms wrapped around your torso, and you could feel his rock hard erection straining through his trousers, rubbing against your own far too clothed crotch.

He was a sloppy kisser, seemingly trying to get as much of his saliva in and around your mouth as possible. You reached down to unbuckle his belt, and he groaned with relief when some of the pressure on his cock was relieved.

“Fucking hungry little minx,” Eli growled as you fumbled with his belt. “Bet you’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Fingering yourself to the thought of me… mhm, I know you have. Go on, get those damn pants off.”

He pushed you off his lap, and you obediently pushed your pants and underwear down past your knees, kicking them off along with your shoes while Eli finished opening his fly and pulled his cock out from underneath his boxers.

He hummed with satisfaction as he looked at you, pulling languidly on his cock as he took in the view of you, naked from the waist down, your pussy soaked and ready for him.

Oh, he had definitely found his new plaything.

Well, he’d better test her out.

He got to his feet and kissed you again, his cock brushing against your skin, his lips parting from yours only to pull your t-shirt over your head. He grinned when he saw the lacy bra you were wearing.

“Someone had a plan when she got dressed this morning,” he said smugly. “Did you decide to seduce your professor this morning or were you already planning it last night?”

“I like to wear this sometimes,” you admitted. “It makes me feel confident.”

“Mmm, and damn right too… God, those tits are so fuckable. Maybe another day, hm? I promised you my cock and you’re gonna get my cock. It’s what you deserve for being such a smart girl. Now - on the desk.”

You obediently hopped up onto the desk, perched on the edge, but Eli placed a firm hand on your shoulder and pushed you onto your back. You could feel papers sliding around beneath your back, and you had to push aside a stapler that was digging into your shoulder, but something about getting fucked by Dr Eli Michaelson on his work was incredibly hot.

“Look at you, fucking hell,” Eli growled as he rolled a condom he’d pulled from a drawer down his shaft. “You’re gonna get your slutty pussy juice all over my papers. Ah, well.”

He entered you with one fluid motion, causing you to cry out in surprise as his cock pierced your cunt, sliding easily up your walls, stretching them out with a delicious burn that sent your pleasure receptors wild.

Eli kept a firm grip on your thighs as he thrusted into you, groaning with abandon and no apparent care for who might be walking by.

“God, I fucking needed this,” he moaned. After his wife had left him and his last plaything graduated, he’d been going through a frustrating dry spell. And now here you were, presenting yourself at his office with your low-cut top and your tight little ass. It was too good an opportunity to pass up.

“Oh, fuck - fuck, Dr Michaelson, that feels so good…”

He smirked proudly at your moans. He knew just how good he was at fucking, but he still loved to hear it.

“Your cunt’s full of my cock, [Y/n]… I think we’re on first name terms now.”

You laughed, which quickly turned into a groan of surprise when Eli pushed your thighs back further, spreading your pussy out for him as his hips pummelled into your flesh.

“How long have you wanted this, [Y/n]?” Eli asked. “Did you walk out of my first lecture with soaking wet panties? Or did it take you a few lectures to realise how badly you wanted my cock?”

“I - I always thought you were handsome,” you admitted. “Ever since I - ah! - saw your picture in the paper when you got your Nobel Prize. I saw you worked at Stanford and - oh! - applied for my postgrad here.”

Eli grinned, his ego swelling as much as his cock.

“You applied here just so you could fuck me?”

“No!” you insisted. “I was gonna go to UCLA, but I thought - mhm - if I came here instead, I could study under a - ah! - a Nobel Laureate - fuck!”

Eli picked up his pace, fucking into your cunt furiously, the stroking of his ego sending a fresh wave of lust over him.

“Mmm, now look at you - you’re certainly under me now, huh?”

The desk was shaking violently, papers flying everywhere, and you heard the crash of a pen pot falling to the floor. Neither of you paid much mind to it.

“I might just have to schedule some one to one tutoring with you, [Y/n]… since you went to such lengths to be under me. Would you like that?”

“Y - yes,” you panted, your voice straining as you felt pleasure coiling inside you. “I think that would be - ugh - beneficial… fuck, Eli, I’m gonna cum…”

“Mmm, yes, cum all over my cock,” Eli growled. “God, look at you… fucking magnificent… and all mine…”

He released one of your legs from his grip to press his thumb against your clit, and as soon as he began rubbing circles around the swollen bundle of nerves, you knew you were done for.

“Yes… yes… Eli…”

“Fuck, [Y/n], I’m so close… I’m gonna cum so fucking hard…”

His moans increased, his thumb rubbing your clit and his cock furiously fucking into your cunt, and combined with the look of unadulterated pleasure on his face, you felt yourself tipping over the edge, and you cried out his name as you came, your legs twitching and your cunt gushing around his cock as your orgasm overwhelmed you.

Feeling you cum around his cock was the last straw for Eli, and he moaned loudly as he came too, filling the condom with his seed as he continued fucking you through his orgasm, hips stuttering erratically as he came inside a cunt for the first time in far too long, and such a warm, tight one too.

Eli stayed buried inside you for a few moments as his movements stilled and you both caught your breath. Then, he pulled out of you with a loud squelching sound, and passed you a box of tissues to clean yourself up.

“Fuck, that was so good,” he panted as he pulled the spent condom from his cock and deposited it in the bin.

You mumbled what sounded like “uh-huh” in agreement, your mind still addled from the pleasure as you tried to mop up as much as you could from between your legs.

When finally you’d managed to locate your clothes and get them back on, Eli was sitting back in his chair, watching you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Well, I’d certainly give you an A for that,” he said proudly.

You laughed.

“What, am I majoring in sex now?”

“If you did, you’d be top of the class.”

He passed you your laptop, which thankfully hadn’t been damaged by your escapades.

“So… reckon you need some one-to-one tutoring?”

You blushed under his intense gaze, his eyes still staring at you hungrily.

“If you think I need it, Professor,” you said coyly.

Eli grinned and reached around to give your ass a squeeze.

“My door’s always open for you, [Y/n].”

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

The Mango (The Surprise, Part 13)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: explicit language, innuendo, implied sex, periods, mostly just fluff, reader taking care of Emily because our girl deserves it Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Emily comes back from a hard week in the field and you treat her in all the ways you can possibly think of. Because she's baby girl and she deserves to be taken care of.

Week 23: The Mango

In both your personal and professional life, you were a wildly independent person. Self-sufficient, dedicated, proud of the work you did and how hard you’d worked to get where you were. You were nobody’s doormat, nobody’s housekeeper, nobody’s mom.

If anyone else you knew, especially men, asked you to cook for them or do their laundry or take care of them in any way, you would have been personally affronted. You would have said, “You’re a fucking grown-up, do it yourself. I’m not your mom.” And you’d mean it.

So it embarrassed you a bit that, with Emily, you acted like a full-blown ‘50s-style housewife and you loved it. Not all the time, of course. But enough of the time that you couldn’t just brush it off. Dinner on the table when she got home? Your pleasure. Packing her lunch? A joy. Doing the laundry and making sure she always had a second go-bag packed and ready in case there was a quick turnaround on cases? You lived for that shit, especially when you hid little notes in the pockets that said things like:

I love you (so does little mango)!

We miss you! <3!

So proud of you for saving lives and kicking criminal ass! P.S. It’s hot. ;)

The bottom line? You were down bad for Emily. You had been from the moment she’d asked you out and all the years since. But after you’d gotten pregnant, your roles had switched a bit. Emily had always taken care of you well, but in the last few months she'd taken over significantly more of the household tasks since you were often tired and achy. You ordered takeout more often than you cooked (Emily had tried, but after her third time setting off the fire alarm you’d said, “You know what, babe, why don’t we just order out?”).

You missed taking care of Emily. God knows, she wouldn’t let anybody else do it. So when she’d called you from the jet to let you know she was on her way home after a grueling week in the field–made even more grueling by the fact that she was on her period–you set out to treat Emily right. To treat her in all the ways you used to treat her before you got pregnant, in all the ways that Emily deserved to be treated and so rarely let herself be.

You had groceries delivered to make her favorite meal, and when the little Find My dot that was Emily showed up at Quantico and started making its way back to DC, you ran her a bath–water scalding so it’d be nice and hot when she came in, fragrant with lavender Epsom salts. You lit candles, turned the bathroom lights low, even put her favorite hoodie and sweatpants and a fluffy towel in the dryer so they’d be toasty and warm when she got out of the bath.

You started on dinner, playing Emily’s favorite Salah Ragab record on the turntable. The food processor growled as it worked overtime to blend a homemade hummus, complete with your secret ingredient: a splash of aquafaba. You chopped parsley and mint for fattoush, made a marinade for the chicken flavored with all the spices Emily loved so much from her childhood years in Oman and Egypt, sumac and cardamom and coriander and all the others that you ordered online from a specialty Middle Eastern spice seller.

Your oven shawarma wasn’t as good as shawarma from a spit in Cairo, but it was about as close as you could get at home, and Emily loved it. And you made a damn good fattoush and hummus. You sliced cucumbers and tomatoes, whipped together a quick yogurt sauce.

You’d just put the chicken and veggies in the oven and were starting on the cream cheese filling for the stuffed dates when you heard the door open and shut.

“In the kitchen!” you called, hands sticky from slicing the dates.

Emily looked exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes, her blazer rumpled from a long day of travel. But her face lit up when she saw you.

“Do I smell… shawarma?!” she asked, wrapping her arms around your waist and kissing your neck, her hands resting protectively over your baby bump.

“Mmhm.” You grinned, feeling Emily’s body melt into yours, the tension in her muscles already dissipating.

“What’s the occasion?” She turned you around, so she could lean her arms on your shoulders, running her fingers through your hair.

You shrugged. “Can’t a girl just want to treat her wife?”

“She sure can.” Emily smiled and leaned in to press her lips softly to yours. You held your hands out at your sides so you wouldn’t be tempted to press them into Emily’s clothes or skin.

Emily pulled away, watching you lovingly as you sliced and mixed and stirred.

“Can I help with anything?” she asked, lowering herself into a chair and wincing slightly.

“In the kitchen!?” You scoffed. “Absolutely not. There’s a bath ready for you, so go relax for a bit.”

Her eyes brightened. “Aw, honey. That’s so sweet of you.” She grabbed your hips again, once again turning you away from the counter so she could press you against it in a hungry kiss.

You giggled and swatted at her with a dish towel. “Go before the water gets cold!”

“Care to join?” she asked suggestively, pulling lightly at the waistband of your shorts.

You smirked, gently grasping her fingers and moving them away. “I have to finish dessert.”

Emily walked toward the bathroom like a scolded puppy, looking back with big eyes. “I can think of something else I’d rather have for dessert,” she commented, eyebrows raised.

You waved her off, blushing furiously. “Get out of here, you dork! Go take your bath!”

“I thought we were treating me tonight!” Emily called from the bathroom.

“That’s an after-dinner treat, honey,” you yelled back. “I’ve got shit to do first.”

“Fine! But I’m gonna hold you to that!”

You shook your head, grinning, as you spooned cream cheese filling into the halved dates, pressing them into a mixture of crushed pistachios and rose petals. God, you loved your wife.

When the dates were plated, the bulgur in the fattoush soaked through, the pita warmed, and the chicken covered in foil and resting on the counter, you washed your hands and went to find Emily, grabbing her comfy clothes and towel from the dryer.

You heart surged when you found her still in the tub, eyes closed, face relaxed. This is what your girl deserved. You leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.

“You alright, honey?” you asked, trying to squat down next to the tub, but ending up on your knees thanks to the baby.

She hummed in affirmation, keeping her eyes closed. “Thank you so much for this, baby,” she mumbled quietly.

“Anytime, love.” You watched her for a few more minutes, then set the stack of warm clothes on the bathroom counter. “There’s a warm towel and some PJs here for you,” you said, struggling to get to your feet.

“You good?” Emily chuckled, watching you out of the corner of her eye.

“Yes.” When you finally managed to make it to your feet, you had beads of sweat on your forehead. It wasn’t even that your belly was that heavy yet, it was that it threw off your center of gravity and made moving from one position to another awkward. “Get dried off when you're ready,” you told her. “I’ll get dinner on the table.”

You were proud of the spread when you stood and surveyed it. Shawarma chicken straight from the oven, spiced and heavenly-smelling. Warm pita bread and a swirl of smooth, creamy hummus with just a bit of paprika and olive oil on top. A lovely, vibrant fattoush, sliced cucumbers, juicy tomatoes. A little plate of stuffed dates, popping with green and pink from the pistachios and rose petals.

Emily walked in, hair wet around her shoulders, blotching her sweatshirt. You pulled her chair out for her but, before she sat down, she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in for a hug. She smelled like lavender and fresh laundry, and you breathed her in, holding her close.

You could tell by the way she lingered there, by the way she breathed easier with her body pressed against yours, that Emily would need a lot of touch tonight. Not just in a sexual way, though Emily’s sex drive was always through the roof on her period. You could tell that tonight, Emily would let you hold her, that she’d curl herself around you tightly, possessively, as if to cover the most that she possibly could of your surface area.

In other words, she needed comfort. And she didn't get it from anyone else, not really. It had taken her a long time to even ask for it from you, to seek it out. So when she did, you were always more than happy to oblige. More than happy to hold clingy, sweet, needy Emily for as long as she needed.

She whined a bit when you pulled away, and you kissed her cheek, playing with her fingers.

“You’ve got to eat something, love. Then I promise I will not let you go for the rest of the night.”

She sat obediently, squeezing your hand, and piled her plate with all the things you’d made, eyes rolling back in her head when she swiped a finger through the hummus and put it in her mouth.

“I don’t know how you do it,” she gushed. “I swear your hummus tastes just like my friend Zainab’s mom’s from when I lived in Oman.”

“It’s the specialty spices,” you shrugged, taking a bite of pita with shawarma and veggies.

“No, I think it’s the special person making it,” Emily cheesed, beaming at you.

You smiled and rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh, you’re getting it tonight.”

“I certainly hope so.”

When your plates were cleared and the leftovers tucked safely into the fridge, you led Emily to the bedroom, pulling back the covers for her, tucking her in.

“You know these are just gonna get untucked, right?” she asked, biting her lip.

“Shh,” you scolded. “Let me take care of you.”

You crawled into bed next to Emily, drawing her body into yours, holding her gently as you pressed your lips to hers. She melted into the kiss, already breathless.

You brushed her hair out of her face, placing your hand gently on her lower stomach. “How are your cramps?” you asked. “You want any medicine or anything?”

“The only medicine I need is you,” she said, guiding your hand lower.

You chuckled. “Alright, Romeo. Calm down.” You lowered your face to her neck, planting kisses all across her shoulder and collarbone. “I told you I’d take care of you, and I will.”

Emily held your face gently in her hands, looking deep into your eyes. “Why are you so good to me?” she whispered.

You pecked her on the lips. “Because I love you. And you deserve good things.”

And with that, you started your long, slow journey across the topography of Emily’s body, ready and willing to give her every good thing you possibly could.

[in1-nutshell]

I am once again humbly asking for more Brainstorm.

Brainstorm with a human buddy that, while not the most scientifically inclined, is very chaotic and excitable and is just a pure enabler for his bullshit.

Like Brainstorm will just be going on about his latest invention, and Buddy will just be sitting there listening to him, not really understanding what he's saying but they heard the words explosive, so they're on board.

dealers choice for platonic or romantic, i just want to see more of this funky little man

Hello again! It's nice to see people appreciate this mad scientist. I know Buddy surely appreciates his more explosive weapons.

Hope you enjoy!

Brainstorm and Human Buddy who loves explosives

SFW, platonic, mentions explosions, Human reader

MTMTE

Ever since they met, Buddy had been drawn to Brainstorm.

They couldn't tell you when their friendship started. Brainstorm couldn't tell you either.

But Ultra Mangus can tell the exact moment when his processor ache started.

Buddy and Brainstorm start clicking.

Ultra Magnus in his office.

"Someone is thinking about shenanigans..."--Magnus

It's no secret to everyone on board that Buddy loves explosives. The crew found out about it during the Pepper spray Incident.

An incident consisting of Pepper spray, pepper, a battery, engex, and Whirl.

That was also the day Whirl swears he found his soulmate. Or a good friend. He still doesn't know yet.

Brainstorm quickly figures out that Buddy isn't as scientifically inclined as he is. But then again not many bots are, besides Perceptor of course.

"Hey Brainstorm..."--Buddy

"What is it?"--Brainstorm

"In the hypothetical situation, I managed to set a binary gun on fire from the inside. What would happen if I put water on it?"--Buddy

"Well that a strange-wait you did what?! Where is it?!"--Brainstorm

"Oh it's right over there."--Buddy

"Why is it there!?"--Brainstorm

"I don't know I thought it was a good idea!"--Buddy

"How is putting it on the top shelf a good idea!? How did you even get up there?!"--Brainstorm

"I don't know!"--Buddy

Brainstorm does appreciate Buddy making an effort to understand his science rambles.

Does Buddy space out sometimes? Yes, they do.

Does Buddy try to contribute the conversation with zero understanding. Yes, they do and Brainstorm loves them for that.

Buddy wants to be in on any experiments that have explosives involved. Brainstorm, while he loves the enthusiasm, knows that Buddy shouldn't be around so much of it.

"Please, Percy! I want to see the cool experiment!"--Buddy

"I'm sorry Buddy but this one is simply too dangerous, especially for your organic nature can't withstand these conditions."--Perceptor

"Brainstorm?"--Buddy

"Percy's right Buddy. Your organic form can't handle this one."--Brainstorm

"Thank you Brainstorm."--Perceptor

"Which is why you need this exosuit to watch us do it!"--Brainstorm

"Yeah Brainstorm!"--Buddy

"No Brainstorm!"--Perceptor

If someone tries to give Buddy a hard time for not being intelligent enough, Brainstorm is ready and armed. No one is going to make his friend feel like a worthless intelligent slug, they are the ones who are the worthless unintelligent slugs!

"So you thought it was a good idea to go and tell Buddy that they were some dumb organic. Your words to be exact."--Brainstorm

"So? They are. All organic life forms are dumb and worthless.""--Random bot

" Oh I think my accomplice and I would disagree. Isn't that right Whirl?"--Brainstorm

Whirl with two blasters in his claws.

"You picked the wrong fleshy to mess with."--Whirl

Shoots Random bot in the knee.

"That's for messing with My Buddy!"--Whirl

"Your Buddy?"--Brainstorm

"I'm still working on it!"--Whirl

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

and found - outtakes

Hey, folks, I have weathered the first feast holiday of my winter season and had a super breakfast, and now I have to be at work but there's obviously nothing doing so it's time to post a couple of things that got cut from "and found," generally due to lack of narrative space for them.

***

girlboss

“Jiao Liqiao did some incredibly out of pocket shit, but she was kind of a girlboss. Or at least she knew how to be straightforward about, like, ‘hey, Di Feisheng, I want to tie you up and have insane sex with you.’”

Di Feisheng lets out a startled cough. “You're overestimating her willingness to explain anything ever.”

“Well, ok, yeah, but she knew what she wanted and she did something about it and I respect that as someone else who would, like, commit serial murders to hang onto you. And like. She looked at you and said, man, he's super hot and good at kung fu, the dick must be insane, and it's not like she was wrong.”

This time it's Fang Duobing's turn to cough, as Di Feisheng transitions into looking smug. “She had y–h–Bicha poison?”

“Oh, and god forbid women do anything.” Xiangyi glances at them and then cackles. “No, I mean, don’t get me wrong, if I could time travel I’d break her fucking jaw, but game recognize game.”

“I don’t. I don’t think that phrase applies here? Since you’re not evil?”

“You are seriously underestimating the degree to which you both make me feel like an insane person, if something happened to either of you nothing could get between me and the nuclear launch codes.”

“The. The Secret Service?”

“Shifu. I could take them! You don’t think I could beat up the entire Secret Service?"

Di Feisheng snorts. “And you worry about me getting on watchlists.”

***

“Of all of the technological innovations you’ve seen over the course of your life so far, what would you say is your favorite?”

(this one isn't even an outtake, it's just something I wrote down because it was funny even though there's never been a spot in the story where I could start having Xiangyi shoot interview questions at various immortals)

Fang Duobing: “I really like typewriters? Fountain pens were good, but getting a typewriter was game-changing.” (“Not word processors?”) “I mean. A word processor is fine, but it doesn’t go click in the same way.”

Di Feisheng: “Motorcycles.”

Wen Kexing: “Zippers are the greatest invention of the past eight hundred years. Although blenders are also good.”

Zhou Zishu: “Milkshakes and smoothies, any frozen drink. Unless that doesn’t count as technology, in which case hydroponics.”

Jing Beiyuan: “Hm. Noise-cancelling headphones. And there have been significant advances in the field of sex toys that I really appreciate, but I doubt you want to hear about that.”

Wu Xi: “Noise-cancelling headphones. Rubber gloves. Poison control hotlines.” (“You think of poison control hotlines as a technological innovation? What are they an improvement over?”) “They’re better than waking me in the middle of the night because some idiot’s eaten something they shouldn’t.”

Orlando: “Photography, and I do appreciate how easy it is to bathe now.”

Kenzaki Kazuma: “I mean, I haven't actually lived longer than a normal human yet, but smartphones are great.”

Kurenai Gai: “Ramune.”

Hob Gadling: “Modern painkillers are incredible, do you know what I would have given in the 1500s to be able to go round the corner store and get a bottle of paracetamol?”

Wen Ning: “Electric lighting is really nice.”

Song Lan: [ text messaging ]

Xiangyi: “If we don't get flying cars in the next hundred years or so I’m fully going to throw a tantrum. Unless Elon Musk is involved. Hey, A-Fei, can we kill Elon Musk?” (“You have a major study running right now.”) “Well, yeah, obviously we’d do it after that.”

***

Ultraman

Xiangyi bats his hand away without looking at the screen. “Cut it out, illegal to be horny at me during Ultraman time.”

Di Feisheng raises an eyebrow. “You said earlier that Ultraman makes you horny.”

“Which is true, and I stand by it, but this rise is important to the whole, like, emotional arc of the show and I don't want to miss it.”

“Not that I’m not enjoying this show, but I didn't think these aired in the USA.” Fang Duobing adjusts his glasses, apparently fascinated as he watches the transformation sequence. “How did you get to be such a big fan?”

“Oh, Uncle Xun had a couple of the old shows on, like, laserdisc, Yuze and I used to stay up all night watching them when we were kids. We got in fights about which one to put on, even, because he always wanted to watch Return because he has no fucking taste but then he’d make fun of me for wanting to watch Ace because he thought it ‘wasn’t fun’ or some shit.”

“I’ll be honest, I don't recognize any of those names? I watched the original show when it first aired, and Ultra Q before that, but then after that I was busy doing other things, so I never got around to watching anything after those. Didn't see the point, anyway, since Eiji had died, it felt weird watching his thing without him working on it.”

Xiangyi freezes, reaches for the remote very slowly, pauses the show, and turns. “Xiaobao, are you saying you knew Tsuburaya Eiji?”

Fang Duobing blinks. “Yes? Him and Kinjo Tetsuo, they were good men. I spent a few decades living in Japan mid-century.”

“What were you doing there?”

“Ah…sabotaging warships and fighter planes, mostly. Well, until I got arrested. I broke out, of course, but I couldn't manage to get out of the country, so I was living under an assumed name for a while, and then there was. I mean. I…” He trails off, looking haunted. “It's hard to stay angry at an entire country after you see something like that happen. So…I stayed. Someone always needs a doctor. I’d rather not talk about it. Ah, so, I set up a practice and one day a couple of men came in and asked if I’d come with them because there’d been an accident, and when we got there the first thing I saw was a monster? It was very startling.”

Xiangyi realizes that he's been holding his breath. “Was it Godzilla?”

“No, ah, Rodan. Anyway, someone had a sprained ankle and once I’d gotten it wrapped up I said, what were they doing here, and they said they were making a movie, and here was the man who’d designed the monster and he wanted to know what I thought of it, since apparently the face I’d made was very funny.” Fang Duobing smiles fleetingly. “I kept hanging around because safety standards in filmmaking at the time were…not good.”

[yoursweetestnightmarelover]

Juzi head cannon

J after coming back with Tessa, starts hanging around Uzi she didn't know why, but she wanted to be around her, she wanted her attention each time the purple haired drone, Comments on this, she just brushes her off with "Don't flatter yourself I'm just keeping an eye on you."

Uzi, coming back from school and heading to the pod, after a few minutes of walking Uzi calling out "N V are you guys here?" Uzi calls out only to hear the sound of a drone landing behind her "They're not here sorry toaster, out hunting" J said casually "Then why aren't you with them" Uzi said with a snarky tone, bracing herself having to deal with J, "I already got what I needed" K said in a smug tone. While waiting for N and V. Uzi pulling out her phone scrolling through 9chan a copper 9 image board J slinking over behind her watching Uzi scrolling through a thread talking about some show "Can I help you?" Uzi said, turning around to look at J "Ugh no just surprised out browse there do you take shower once a year too?" J says in a catty tone, letting out a laugh, "BITE ME" Uzi shouted walking away heading into the pod but looking behind her as she hears a male voice saying Hey Uzi.

"Can't you two be nice to each other" N says in a sad tone, Uzi and J rolling their eyes J being the first one to speak up "Maybe if she took a bath once in a while~ J teased Uzi quickly shot back "WELL MAYBE IF SOMEONE WASN'T SUCH A CAPITALIST LAPDOG-" N quickly intervened "Uzi J please stop fighting" he pleaded "V help?" he asked V rolled her eyes and said "if you two are going to fight take it outside I don't need to listen to you both bitch at each other" N looked at her "V!!" he shouted "what" V said N just shook his head and flew off Uzi left shortly after J following V watching this realized what was going on even if they didn't.

Uzi stomping off, heading back to the bunker, "GOD WHY WAS J SO ANNOYING COULDN'T SHE JUST SHUT UP" Uzi thought to herself she wanted to wipe that smirk off her face Uzi's mind Imagined J laying on the ground panting and scuffed up Uzi would straddle her hips a smug look on her face as she looked down grab her tie and pull her into a kiss Uzi blocking that thought from continuing further in her processor Uzi knocking on the bunker door

A few days later, J returning from an unsuccessful hunt landing on the pod and entering it only to see Uzi there looking up at her "where are N and V?" Uzi asked, "Don't know, don't care" J growled out Uzi noticing that "what's got your tail in a twist someone stole on your JCJenson signed manuals" Uzi asked in a mocking tone J staring daggers at her only to stop for a moment to exhaling venting out some of the heat from her core J taking off her suit top leaving the dress shirt on sighing as she felt a small amount of relief as did Uzi seeing this realized what was going on "OHHH you don't have enough oil~" Uzi said a smug smile on her face "UGH YES FINE I'M LOW YOU HAPPY?!" J shouted Uzi smile faded, she knew what it was like to deal with the heat, It was like suffocating in a steam house J looked at Uzi was-was she really going to ask HER, of all drone for oil, "Uzi?" J asked In a quiet tone? "Uzi, already knowing what she was going to ask her, "Hm? Need something?" Uzi asked, "Your oil give it to me" J said in a whisper looking away from Uzi, "I don't think I heard you" Uzi lied J immediately knew what she was doing a part of her knew Uzi would do this she was about to tell her to go shove it but J panted feeling a spike in her internal temperature dropping to the floor J shakily getting back up she decided that she needed that oil NOW "Your oil give it to me" J said looking at Uzi. "You're missing the magic word~" Uzi said "PLEASE" J shouted Uzi looked at her still waiting J knew what she wanted to hear and In desperation she said it "Uzi may I please have some of your oil?" J pleaded Uzi, offering her arm up "you may" she said, a smug smile on her face, J had a sinister thought she wasn't going to play this game exactly the way Uzi wanted her too. J slowly moving to her then shooting to Uzi neck straddling her biting down lapping the oil that came out of the wound "J WHAT THE HELL I MEANT MY ARM" Uzi shouted trying to remove J from her neck J switching her hands to claws digging them into the seat, Uzi deciding that It may not be a good idea to move her not sure where to put her hands she slowly lowered them to J hips J noticing this but to busy enjoying her meal By JCJenson himself she tasted good after a few minutes of drinking Uzi oil she entered sleep mode Uzi realizing this had a blush on her visor WHY WAS SHE BLUSHING Uzi thought to herself.

[tokiro07]

Toki Reads Shonen Jump 2025, Issue #8

One Piece: The Giants give us a bit more lore on Nika, revealing that the legends are heavily debated based on translation; Not!Shanks and Gunko approach Loki with an offer to join the Holy Knights, but he refuses even as they kill one of his animal friends. Nika being up to interpretation reminds me of what Rayleigh told Robin about how their interpretation of the Poneglyphs might be different from hers; Gunko is confirmed not to be Monet, but god damn if that design ain't an immediate Top Tenner for me!

Yozakura: Mutsumi makes a nice dinner for the family to reveal that she's expecting another child, and everyone gets one last moment to show off their personalities as Gondaira signs off the series' run with a commemorative photo of the family. Sniff...fambly...I may not have been incredibly invested in the plot of Yozakura Family, but I really enjoyed this cast while they were around, and I'm gonna miss them

Undead Unluck: The Union is given the right to edit the Master Rules as the Gods of the new world, but only choose to edit Revolution to bring back Autumn and make absolutely no other changes; Andy takes Fuuko back to the bridge where they met and finds that Soul is still hanging around, who has a brief discussion with both Andy and Ruin about what's next for the world; Fuuko's memories return. In classic UU fashion, the events of this chapter felt a little fast, but Fuuko being the one to climb out onto the ledge of the bridge to keep Andy safe is ABSOLUTELY worth it

Roboco: Roboco makes friends with a little old lady, Tome, and her obsolete robot, Hanaco; when Hanaco breaks down, Roboco takes her to Dr. Mockus, who manages to transfer her processor to a more modern OrderMaid, allowing the two to continue their lives together. I don't love all of the one-off characters that Miyazaki keeps introducing, but this duo was really sweet and endearing

Sakamoto: Shin tries to get Sakamoto to bring him along to meet his dad, but Sakamoto refuses and Shin goes off on his on; he successfully finds his dad, but gets thrown off a boat for his troubles; fortunately, Sakamoto saves him in his usual badass way, by catching him with a car as he drives off a bridge. I think I could have stood to see a little more build-up in their first meeting, just one more chapter of them butting heads, but I'm having fun

EluSam: Emperor Go-Daigo dies and Takauji is made Shogun; under his rule, internal conflict among the Ashikaga Shogunate begins to crop up, most notably including the execution of Toki Yorito. Wait, review canceled, when I was trying to look more into the incident that led to his execution, I learned that Toki's disrespect of Emperor Kogon was the first documented usage of the word "baka," how the hell did Matsui NOT include that???

Witch Watch: Momo accidentally eats sweets with Nico's growth spell infused into them, making her a giant; hilarity ensues. Is this the horniest chapter of the series so far? This was a rough one to read while on break at work

Blue Box: Chinatsu's introspection on interpersonal perception continues, this time being applied to the all-too-familiar misconception that talented people are simply born geniuses and not incredibly hard workers; Chinatu resolves to not worry about being misunderstood and instead focuses on enjoying her passion. A classic theme in Shonen Jump, Miura manages to make it work exceptionally well; it also seems to be setting up that for however naturally talented Yumeka is, the difference between her and Chinatsu's efforts is catching up with her, which is just a fascinating angle to take this storyline

Akane: Rakugo reporter Kashio laments the sudden disappearance of Akane from the Rakugo world right when she was on the rise; while on a business trip to Paris, he stumbles across her performance and sees that she's not only doing well, she's honed her craft to new heights. Is it just me, or does Akane look exactly the same? I feel like her design, if there are any differences, isn't strikingly different enough for a three-year timeskip, but perhaps it'll be more obvious and impactful once she's up and moving around

Kill Blue: Ogami and Ryo find Chisato and Tenma on a date and decide to tail them; while Ryo challenges Tenma to a game of catch, Ogami and Chisato discuss their relationships, with Chisato suggesting that Noren may have stronger feelings for Ogami than she lets on. I really like Chisato and Tenma as a pairing, I wish we'd see more of them

Nue: Gakuro gets his ass kicked by Yoshichi, who turns out to have enough Command Energy to not only use TWO Shikigami, but to use them continuously even outside of battle. While the explanation given certainly makes it seem impressive, I'm mostly caught up in the idea that Yoshichi's "integrated Hollow Weapon" is somehow distinct from other armor-based Hollow Weapons; however, I don't care enough to research whether or not this is actually consistent with the power system so far

Kagurabachi: It's revealed that up to this point, Chihiro has been coasting on the overwhelming power of his Enchanted Blade and in actuality doesn't have any sword skills worth a damn; this upsets sword-nut Kuguri, who abandons their battle out of frustration until Chihiro draws him back in by revealing that he's learned one of Samura's techniques after only seeing it once. While everyone else is losing it over Chihiro resolving to be "Hakuri's samurai," I'm over here appreciating that we're getting a closer look at how sorcery plays into this world's combat, even if it is a pretty standard method so far

Chojo: Chojo is cursed by a haunted doll until Ippongi accidentally defeats it with a purely reflexive judo throw. I think I'd appreciate a deeper dive into the supernatural aspects of this world - if espers and ghosts can exist, what else is out there?

Astro Royale: Hibaru continues fighting Hachiku, the older brother of the guy who pretended to be Shikaba previously; Hibaru tanks one of Hachiku's explosive punches just to land a hit with his own, calling him out on his lack of ambition. Ambition's another classic theme in Jump, but I haven't really been getting the feeling so far that it's one Wakui really cares to analyze in this story; guess we'll see

Kiyoshi: Sanguis Commander Kyoka comes to visit the Gates of Hell, ordering omurice from Kiyoshi before knocking out his friends and going on the offensive; when Kiyoshi reverses the situation, she concludes that he's her type and asks him on a date; Sakaki declines a warning from a fortune-teller because he prefers to gamble. Kyoka is hot as hell, an instant fave, but uhhhh how old is she compared to Kiyoshi?

Hima-Ten: Kanna finds a roach in her house and recruits Tenichi to take care of it; she dresses up as a maid and makes him omurice as a thank-you, making this Omurice Week. Kanna continues to be best girl, PLEASE let this series be poly so she can be happy

Ichi: Desscaras shows World Hater and the audience why she's called the Strongest Witch. Is this how the yaoi girlies feel about Gojo?? I'm sorry I ever doubted you Desscaras, I wasn't familiar with your game

Shinobi: After the fight with Tobi, Yodaka is brought in for emergency care, but after seeing Mukai's concern for his wellbeing, he can't shake the feeling that there's more wrong with him than just some broken bones. I said earlier that I didn't want the leads to become romantic with each other, but I didn't realize just how much chemistry they'd have at the time

Hakutaku: Hideout Plan is rejected by the judges for being too big in scope to ever achieve proper implementation, but everyone's skills are acknowledged; Hikuma realizes that he wants to make games that only he can make. Probably the best chapter of the series so far, we'll see if it bears fruit

Syd Craft: Waltz captures Elio as she prepares to blow up the ship, but Elio's love for Syd inspires Waltz to sacrifice herself to protect the ship instead of sacrificing them to save her kidnapped lover; Elio, Syd and Lulu (who was apparently on the ship) save Waltz from both the bomb and herself. I'm embarrassed, I was so smug about calling that Waltz was the second bomber but I MISSED that she was explicitly drawn with a bomb strapped to her; however, since no one said anything , I assume either no one noticed or no one cared

Top 3 of the Week:

Undead Unluck for giving me a lot to chew on in this week's review

Ichi the Witch for Desscaras' breathtaking ceiling battle

Mission: Yozakura Family for leaving us on a note that makes me look back fondly on the last five years with this family

Runners-up include Blue Box's ongoing analysis of Chinatsu's character and the themes of the story, Kagurabachi's extremely compelling yaoi moment, Ultimate Exorcist Kiyoshi's new knockout waifu, and Shinobi Undercover's success at endearing me to a couple I didn't initially care about

[emberdew]

Be More Ghost Chapter 7: Do You Wanna Ride?

Summary:

A Be More Chill AU where Danny gets a Super Quantum Intel Unit Processor (or Squip) to help him become cool and win over Valerie, but things don't really go as planned.

Masterpost | AO3 Link | Word Count: 1,363

Do you wanna get inside Star’s mother’s car? Drive it on home, don’t you say no, Danny can you be coerced? Home in a snatch only one catch we gotta stop for frozen yogurt first.

“Ugh, let’s get out of here,” Paulina said.

Danny had been watching Paulina rant to Star in the clothing store for several minutes. They seemed to have forgotten about him. 

Danny was startled when Squip-Phantom grabbed his shoulder to get his attention. The Squip raised its sunglasses and Danny met its glowing green eyes. Did he have the same casual confidence as the Squip when he was Phantom? Danny didn’t think so, but maybe the Squip could help him with that.

Star is going to offer you a ride. It is imperative that you accept. 

Sure enough, Star took a step toward Danny.

“Do you wanna ride?” 

Say yes.

“Yes!” Danny said. Then he realized this actually wasn’t going to work out. “Um, actually maybe I can’t. I’m supposed to meet back up with Tucker soon.”

“Oh…” Star said. She seemed disappointed, which confused Danny. Why did Star care if Danny came with them? Danny was just a loser D-Lister.

Danny, if this is going to work, you need to do as I instruct. 

Great, now the Squip looked disappointed in him too. But Danny couldn’t just leave Tucker behind, right?

“Danny, are you sure you don’t wanna ride?” Star offered again. “We drove here in my mother’s car, and like, it wouldn’t be a problem to drive you home.”

Danny considered it. Driving home in Star’s mom’s car with two cute girls did sound pretty appealing. It was wild that Star had even asked him. That would have never happened before he got his Squip.

“Oh! Actually, there’s one catch.” Star caught Paulina’s eye and they both smiled. Danny braced himself- of course, Star’s offer was too good to be true. Danny was just a loser after all, why would she ask someone like him-

“We gotta stop for frozen yogurt first!” Star and Paulina cheered in unison. 

Oh. That wasn’t what Danny was expecting. 

“Frozen yogurt?” 

“Yeah! They just added a new ecto-lime flavor at Phantom Phroyo!” Star explained excitedly. “Have you been to that place?”

There was a frozen yogurt place named after him now? Danny shook his head. He just couldn’t comprehend why Star and Paulina were suddenly being so nice to him. Sure, the Squip had explained that having a common enemy could bring people closer, but he had never expected their opinions of him to change so dramatically after just one conversation. 

“It’s really good,” Paulina said. “Are you sure you can’t be coerced into joining us, Danny?”

“Yeah, c’mon, don’t say no!” Star pleaded. “Just take the ride!” 

“I… Next time.” Danny really, really wanted to. But he couldn’t do that to Tucker. “I promise.” 

“Whatever,” Paulina turned and started walking away. To Danny’s surprise, Star stayed behind.

“My boyfriend cheated on me too,” Star said softly. She grimaced. “Ex-boyfriend. So… I know how you feel.” 

That was… Really sweet. Too bad Danny had actually lied about being cheated on. It left a sour taste in his mouth.

“Star! Come on!” Paulina shouted from the store’s entrance. 

Star giggled and started walking, but turned back to wave at Danny.

“Cya!” Star said and exited the store, following close behind Paulina. 

Danny looked around for Squip-Phantom and saw it looking down at him from where it was floating just a few inches off the ground nearby.

“Did you see-” Danny couldn’t contain his excitement, “that was awesome!”

The Squip didn’t react. It continued frowning at him.

“I have to find Tucker-”

Tucker has left the mall.

“Wait, what?” Danny’s good mood faltered. “How do you know?”

I can access all the mall security cameras. Squip-Phantom crossed its arms. 

“He just left without me?” Danny was shocked that Tucker would do that, especially since Danny had flown him here. It wasn’t a long walk to Tucker’s house, but it was still a little surprising. 

I told you that accepting a ride was imperative. Squip-Phantom looked smug. Right, Danny could have gotten the ride if he had known Tucker had already left!

He facepalmed. Of course he would make such a stupid mistake. Even with the Squip helping him, Danny was hopeless. 

___

When Tucker made it back to the food court, he wasn’t exactly surprised that Danny wasn’t still at the table where he left him. Tucker took a seat and set down his bag of newly acquired Crystal Pepsi. He took out one of the bottles and turned it around in his hand.

Tucker peered around the food court as he uncapped and sipped the “vintage” soda. No sign of Danny and no sign of a ghost attack either. Interestingly, he did spot Valerie and Dash at a nearby table chatting and eating pizza. He also saw Ashley hanging around the food court typing away on her phone, probably spreading gossip. 

Tucker took out his PDA and considered calling Danny. But if something had come up or there really was a ghost attack, Tucker didn’t want to bother him.

With a sigh, Tucker capped his Pepsi and put it in the pocket of his cargo pants, then checked his PDA one last time before putting it away too.

Being Danny’s friend meant sometimes walking home from the mall alone, but Tucker didn’t mind that much. His house wasn’t too far away. And he didn’t blame Danny for the ghost attacks, even if Danny did usually blame himself. 

Tucker loved being Danny’s guy in the chair. He really loved Danny… as a friend, of course. They went way back and they would always have each other’s backs. And when they hugged sometimes, Tucker always felt comforted by the slight chill that Danny’s skin always gave off when it touched his. 

He wondered if Danny’s lips would also have that chill if they ever kissed.

Tucker shook his head. Danny definitely did not feel that way about him. He literally wrote a love letter to Valerie and joined a ghost hunting club for her earlier that day. Tucker personally didn’t understand why Danny was crushing so hard on a girl who was dead-set on wasting his ghostly alter ego but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. 

Well, nothing except wish that Danny would someday get over his crush and maybe start crushing on his best friend instead-

No! Stop. Bad brain!

There’s no point wishing for something that would never come true in a million years. Well, unless he wished out loud with Desiree around, but there’s no way that would work out. Especially for “Bad Luck Tuck.” He’s had enough bad experiences with Desiree to last a lifetime. 

Tucker stood up and looked around one more time. He smiled when he saw Danny on the other side of the room holding a bag that looked like it came from a clothing store. That was a little weird, but maybe he went to buy something to cheer himself up after the Squip thing didn’t work out? Danny had just entered the food court and his head was down as he walked between the tables, so he must have just not noticed Tucker earlier.

“Hey, Danny!” Tucker shouted. He waved and tried to get Danny’s attention.

Danny looked up and around the food court, but he didn’t seem to see Tucker. Tucker started speed-walking through the room to catch up with him and was confused when Danny shrugged and continued towards the exit.

How had he not seen Tucker?

He finally caught up with Danny when he rushed through the sliding doors into the mall’s parking lot. The sun had fully set now and there weren’t any other people around. 

“Hey, wait!” Tucker tried to get Danny’s attention again, but Danny didn’t seem to hear him.

With a flash of light, Danny took a running jump and transformed into Phantom in mid-air, then took off at high speed towards Fentonworks. Tucker watched as Phantom flew away without looking back.

Well, it seemed like Tucker was going to have to walk home alone after all.

[noodleblade]

-inhale- imagine if after the kiss BD actually grew a pair and went to see one of KO’s races but like a self fulfilling prophecy KO has an accident and loses

UMMMMM OUCH?????? :C I uno reverse your sad ask and uhhhh wrote something...nice? Maybe?? The speed in which I wrote this is a bit unbelieable but uhhhh I love them ;--;

It was a bad crash.

Breakdown raced through the stands, going as fast as his treads would take him as he pushed through the other spectators around him. By the time he weaved through the crowds and cleared security (he's not sure how they knew him, but he didn't question it, just happy they let him through even if they did give him distrusting sneers) Knock Out was already being seen by medics. He was conscious but very injured. He won't be racing for a while.

Cloudy optics looked past the medics as they spot that matte blue finish. His servo, shattered and plating ripped off, raised in a weak attempt to beckon Breakdown close. It's not even a question for Breakdown to cross the distance to get as close as possible. He tried not to be in the medics' way, but Knock Out was insistent that Breakdown hold his hand so much. It was more annoying for the medics to deal with Knock Out than having to work around Breakdown, so they let him in with barely a glance.

"Are you okay?" Breakdown asked. He could see the damage and it was not pretty. Ripped and torn plating, crushed legs and punctured tires. His chest was a mess with gaping holes and dents, energon leaking out of his seams.

"I'll live," Knock Out whispered back weakly. His fingers twitched but that was the most his servo could move. "You came."

"I did," Breakdown said, though it was pained. It was his fault. Surely. Knock Out's perfect record ruined. His finish and frame nearly destroyed. Breakdown nearly lost Knock Out because of his selfishness. He shouldn't have tested fate, shouldn't have come, should have stayed in his lane and where he belonged. "I'm so sorry."

Knock Out frowned, though it didn't seem to be from pain. Then again, the medics seemed to have turned off all sensors from below his intake.

"Why are you sorry?" Knock Out asked, his words slow and confused. "You...I wanted to here. I've always wanted you here." A brightness sparked in his optics, breaking through the foggy gaze. "I was surprised you were here. I did a second take and then I..." Knock Out quieted as he looked down as his body. His optic ridges pinched together and all Breakdown wanted to do was smooth them down. "I got distracted. You distracted me." A flush rose up Knock Out's faceplates, embarrassment curling around his field. "I wanted to impress you and wasn't paying attention. Primus, I was trying to show off and- and I crashed." Knock Out winced as he looked away from the medics to peer back up at Breakdown. "Rookie mistake."

Breakdown was...speechless. He couldn't comprehend Knock Out's nonchalance tone at his own grave injuries, let alone process the words that...that...

"Impress me?" Breakdown withered.

Small, cute pout found its way to Knock Out's lips. "Failed that one, didn't I." The words were bitter, self-loathing. "Not only did I lose from a rookie mistake. I humiliated myself in front of my adoring fans and a trashed my finish and now you'll never come to another of my races-"

"Is that what you are thinking?" Breakdown choked out a laugh. He felt out of body, his processor muddled in absolute disbelief and complete and utter adoration at this beautiful, stupid, idiot speedster that he loved. Primus he loves this dumbass. "I love you. Win or lose."

Knock Out blinked at him owlishly, optics wide and clear. "Oh. You do?" A smile wormed its way to his face. "That's good. You shouldn't settle for losers, though, Breakdown. You only deserve the best."

Breakdown struggled to figure out if he should laugh or cry. "You are the best, you-"

"Not to ruin this really cute moment," one of the medics cut in sharply, utterly unamused. "But he needs to be taken to the ER now. You can finish this conversation when he isn't bleeding out and his systems aren't processing three different pain inhibitors and sensor reducers."

"I'm fine," Knock Out whined. His shattered hand could barely hold onto Breakdown so he simply followed along as the medics began to roll the speedster away.

"Can I come with?" Breakdown asked. The medics gave an uncaring shrug which was about as close to a yes as he thinks his luck will allow. He looks down at Knock Out who looks like he's on the verge of sleep. "Do you want me to come with?"

Knock Out snorted, the sounds unattractive in every way possible. "Always."

[embyrinitalics]

Hi 😍

Hap hap new year!

How is the novel going? Are you enjoying the process?

This is so sweet! Thank you for asking!

Since this is the first original novel I'm actually approaching seriously and my process is totally different from normal, I'm going to use this ask as an excuse to journal about it. So, fair warning, you're probably about to get way more info than you bargained for. 😁 ONWARD!

I think first and foremost the process has been weird because I don't KNOW these characters. I've been writing Link and Zelda for 20+ years and even when I throw them into alternate universes or give them personality transplants I still can just dive right in. Starting this from scratch has been a lot of world building and a lot of taking my characters out on "dates" which aren't so much dates as they are writing excursions into the emotionally tormented unknown to see how they react. 😂

I jot down all the ideas that randomly strike me in this handy dandy notebook that I carry around everywhere just in case:

And that's a bit of a funny story. I love having notebooks to write stuff down in, but I recently discovered thanks to the course I took that I place very low value on my writing (and by extension myself in general I guess oops) so I never bought myself a nice notebook just for story notes because that would've been a waste of 5 dollars.

But between Emma Dhesi's course pushing me to assign appropriate value to myself and Ellen Brock's Intuitive Pantser video assuring me that my urges to compile all my notes into a notebook was good for my brain and not just a waste of time and paper, I eventually went out and spent that 5 bucks (actually $20—three notebooks for future endeavors!). And I LOVE MY NOTEBOOK! 🥰

Another thing I wouldn't have spent the money on in the past but took the plunge on is the Atticus program.

It's a project organizer, word processor, and book formatting software. I'm really enjoying it! It has a toggle window on the side where you can see how your book will look on various devices or in print, and easy buttons for things like writing sprints, word count goals, deadlines, and the like. It also makes me feel fancier than google docs ever did, so there's that. 😎

Emma Dhesi is also a big proponent of Goal Anchors—small things you accomplish and surround yourself with that cyclically trains your brain to believe that your dream is possible, and you are in the process of achieving it. (It also gives you goals you can do that move you closer to finishing your book that isn't actual writing, in case that feels intimidating.)

So I made an image of the title page the background on my phone, to remind myself that it's real and it's happening. I decluttered my writing room and started finding items to make it a comfortable creative space for myself. I went to the store for the express purpose of purchasing a special tea to drink while I write. I spent time making a playlist of songs with just the right vibes.

I also found the best candle scent ever, only wear these super comfy slippers in there, and just got myself this slammin t-shirt from Gideon's Bakehouse to wear. (Her name is Poppy. She's on a new path of self-discovery and adventure, just like me.)

But most of all, Emma insists that confidence comes from doing, and that the best way to write a book is to make a routine of it. She suggested starting with 20 minutes three times a week. I was up to between 1-2 hours a day starting at 7am, 5-6 days a week before I went on vacation and upended everything. 😂

So I guess that means I'm enjoying it! It's still scary and frustrating and directionless sometimes but more than anything it's just happening, which is the coolest thing ever.

[howdoyoudothedew]

Hot Rod/Soundwave.

When Megatron splits Cybertron in half and the Decepticons have one side and the Autobots have the other leading to Hot Rod and Soundwave separating.

What if instead. Soundwave basically kidnaps Hot Rod and takes him to the Decepticon side. At first Hot Rod is upset but hanging out with Soundwave is nice and they get to cuddle all the time and Soundwave pampers him because he's such a caretaker and just enjoys taking care of the people he loves.

Everything was going fine– okay maybe not fine because one specific bot he wouldn't name decided to put a primus-damned wall around the entire planet, separating him from his partner and he was still kind of pissed about it and maybe he'd decided to drink the night before the wall was supposed to go up and exist in his room in a drunken stupor the day it did go up, but he succeeded in those plans so maybe it actually was fine even if Teletraan-X probably wouldn't agree– until he woke up strapped to a chair in a place he didn't recognize. Hot Rod reset his optics a few times. The fuzz in his processor was no help. Finally, though, it filtered in that strange room he knows he didn't fall into recharge in + stasis cuffs + strapped to a chair would, reasonably, = botnapping. Hot Rod struggled immediately. The first drinking binge he has done since the war started, and he was knicked. Grand theft autobot.

Something was said, but the music registered first, playing soft and quiet like it didn't want to disturb whatever hangover Hot Rod might have. The words filtered in next, warbled like water. "Don't struggle." Immediately Hot Rod sagged in relief. He would recognize that voice and music anywhere. And then he remembered that, while he knew who'd grabbed him, he was still trapped. He went back to struggling, though now more in annoyance than anything else.

"What in Primus' name is this!" Hot Rod protested, vocalizer scratchy.

"I didn't wish to be separated," Soundwave said.

"So you botnapped me!" Hot Rod asked. He wished he sounded more incredulous about it. He wished he was surprised. More surprised. Of course he was surprised, but not as much as he would like. Of course Soundwave only shrugged.

"Problem: Wall. Solution: You stay here," Soundwave said.

"You know I can't," Hot Rod said and he sagged again, just as Soundwave did. "I have as much of a duty to the autobots as you do to the decepticons, even if our leaders are bullheaded."

"I don't wish to be separated," Soundwave said again, something else in his tone. And Hot Rod agreed. This wall was the stupidest thing ever. It felt like he'd just gotten Soundwave. But just as Soundwave couldn't– wouldn't leave the decepticons, Hot Rod wouldn't abandon the autobots. Neither through choice or force. One way or another, Hot Rod would get out of here and back to where he belonged. "You want to leave."

"Of course I do! I have to!" Hot Rod struggled more in the stasis cuffs. "But I don't want to be separated any more than you do!"

"You… don't wish to be separated?" Soundwave asked.

"Of course not." Hot Rod let his helm hang back against the back of the chair for a moment in exasperation, before he lifted it up to eye Soundwave. "Did you think I would want to be?" Soundwave didn't look at him, but Hot Rod liked to think he knew Soundwave's sounds well enough to guess his mood. It seemed strange to see the other bot embarrassed, though it was less unsettling than the unusual lack of confidence he also showed. "Soundwave, wall or no wall, I'm going to want to be with you regardless. I just wish our leaders would get a clue," he muttered traitorously.

"But neither of us are willing to leave our side," Soundwave said. Hot Rod nodded. There was a pregnant pause between them as they both stared in different directions; Hot Rod at his lap and Soundwave to the side. There had to be a way to get around this. The stasis cuffs glowed a soft blue around his wrists. He looked up suddenly.

"I have an idea," Hot Rod said and Soundwave tilted his head. "You botnapped me, right?"

"Affirmative."

"What if we just do that? Botnap each other every few cycles. We're both seconds in command, so it wouldn't fully be out of place, even with this quote-end-quote 'peace' we have," Hot Rod said. "We can just say we found the other too close to the wall or something if they ask."

Outloud, it sounded pretty much crazy. Heck, just in his processor it sounded pretty much crazy. It was a dangerous gambit with the stupid wall– and the agreement for neither side to cross that boundary, damn the friendships made– probably being one of the only things keeping Megatron from trying to stir scrap again. So Hot Rod was honestly surprised when Soundwave didn't dismiss it immediately.

"If we are to do this, we have to be careful," Soundwave said.

"Wait, you actually want to go through with it?" Hot Rod asked, despite it being his own plan.

"It is the best course of action," Soundwave said with so much conviction Hot Rod almost thought maybe it didn't sound as stupid as he thought. Maybe he was wrong and the glaring 'what if's weren't there, or at least weren't as glaring as he thought.

"Are you sure?" Hot Rod narrowed his optics at him. The soundbox narrowed his own optics back. A tune played, something dangerous and adventurous maybe. Right, serious. Okay. "Alright then. I guess we're botnappers, now." The music stopped and Soundwave inclined his helm in agreement. This will certainly be a thing, Hot Rod thought.

[theallianceofcelestials]

Sigh, idk if this worked or not, bcuz it said “something went wrong with your ask” and since im asking anonymously, I can’t exactly fix it, so here’s a rewrite in case it didn’t go through-

WEEKLY YAP SESSION. I really enjoyed the last one and was hoping to make this at the very least a monthly occurrence bcuz you two are very funny and have much more interesting lives than me lol… also if you guys ever want me to stop/not say something, I’ll gladly do it, just say the word (I’ve noticed how you two don’t particularly swear or do things similar, and I just want to be considerate if you guys don’t like stuffs like that).

-Sigma Anon

Sigma Anon, you are just the sweetest little sugarplum with how considerate you are! But feel free to cuss, it's fine! Moongleam and I also cuss at times!

It's nice of you to say we're funny, thank you ₊˚⊹♡ ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ And the Weekly (or Monthly) Yap session is perfectly fine!

You must've sensed I was about to make a yapping post, because the timing is perfect! So, Imma yap a bit, and then give the microphone to Moongleam (she's got the flu, so she's dying, the poor thing)

So yesterday's TSAMS episode is so incredibly hilarious, because Moongleam and I already toyed with the idea of Sun and Eclipse merging since watching the old video titled "What If Sun and Moon MERGED in VRCHAT", where Sunny went to a dimension where him and Moon never separated, and the homicide code drove Moon to insanity and he merged with said code and killed his own Sun. I believe some fans called him Merged Moon or something. And we were both like "Shinyy =^◕⩊◕^=" and yoinked the concept, but adding Sun and Eclipse into the batter instead of KC and Moon.

And Funnily enough we both came up with a Merged Sun of our own, who were quite similar in some concepts, but very different in others My version we refer to as Solar Storm (he only just recently got the name, we always just referred to him as my version, haha), and he's a completely merged entity, like in yesterday's video. Difference is, that Eclipse manipulated Sun, telling him how it's Moon's fault he's even there, how Moon has secretly always hated him, how Moon planned on killing him, and Eclipse was just only doing what he was made for, hurting things. Because that's all he knew. It takes time during when they try to ask Golden Freddy for help in gettinng rid of Eclipse. And Sun, heartbroken sweet Sun, unconsciously starts reaching out to Eclipse with his code, and Eclipse reaches back, to furter manipulate Sun into trusting him, offering comfort. And neither realise their codes are entangling and merging more and more, until it was too late. Te newly born AI is aware that Eclipse manipulated Sun, having his memories, but his trust in Moon is still shattered, because Eclipse was right. Moon, when they were still in the same body, did want to kill Sun. Even if only because of the homicide code. And Moon still kept the fact he left parts of said code in Sun a secret, and after saying how he'd change, he still was a major jerk. So, Solar Storm did the only logical thing he could. He killed Moon. Bashed his processor in and tore out his wires, and put every chip he found in the incinerator after breaking them. Then Solar Storm put on an act, how Moon went missing, and it must be Eclipse's fault, and asked Monty for help, saying he'll pay him. But that was only to separate the gator, so he could get rid of him aswell. His next target is the Creator, but he would love to get rid of anyone who came to his dimension, being especially hostile towards lunar models, mainly Moons. He also hunted down the weakened Bloodmoon, and dealt with them.

The other Merged Sun, Moongleam's version is well, called Sunray. Yepp, I yoinked their name to use as an alias, lol. His main difference is that Sunray, the character's Moon, when cutting out his homicide code, accidentally left some of his love and care for Sun with that code, so when Eclipse came to be, he looked at Sun, and saw a fellow victim of a crappy situation, both of them being hurt by the same individual: Moon. So when they start merging, it's a consensual thing. But they never fully merge in the same way as Solar Storm, Merged Moon, or even Ruin. They're separate enough. But they still consider themselves one, ans if you tried separating them in any way, it would cause so much damage in their codes, that best case scenario they get a relatively painless instant death. Worst case, well we all saw what happened to Solar's Sun. They also killed their Moon, believing he hated them, because he wanted to get rid of Eclipse, whose entire existence is his selfish fault! And they put on the act of Eclipse keeping Sun hostage, never leaving the Daycare, because that's the only place they feel safe. Sunray isn't that good at acting as Solar Storm is though, because Eclipse and Sun both make mistakes, slipping up here and there in their act. Because in their excitement, all Eclipses seem to make mistakes. To anyone it wouldn't be noticeable at all, but to another Sun who also had to deal with an Eclipse, it would be obvious after like two slip-ups. I really love Sunray, evident by me using his name as an alias, and the tragedy of his and his Moon's relationship. Same with Solar Storm and his Moon. Sadly, in the latter's case, there's nothing to salvage. Anyway, I'm giving the microphone to Moongleam now!

I know that all has been mentioned of me is that I'm sick and dying. Which is great. I'll be honest with you, I dunno where you got the idea that our lives are anythin interestin, but it's a much nicer outlook than what I have :')

The only good thing about bein sick is not havin to go to school, but I still have to login to them online classes. Pretty damn annoying, especially when I ain't focusin for shit, but it is what it is, At least I ain't skinned alive for it.

So I went to the doctor today, and what you have to know about this woman is that I basically got a do and don't do list about her, cuz she's a sergant as my mother and father call her. She must have been in a good mood today, cuz only one old lady came out of her room crying so win I guess. This was my first time comin to her, seein as I transitioned last year or maybe the year before that, from my childood doctor, cuz she only sees patients who are under 19. So now I'll have ta go to the mean lady, tho she was kinda nice with me. The reason why I'm sick is pretty damn funny to me, so I shall annoy everyone with that too.

So I know I mentioned it somewhere that I had my country's version of prom finally, after 6 fucking years in the same godforsaken estabilishment, and if they actually put another year on top of the already there years I'll lose it, and some of my friends were sick. Now one of me girlies has a car and a liscence, and she's an angel so she picked all of us up. Problem is, one of my other girlie's mother also needed a ride to the train stop, so as the thinest and shortest person of the group, I was banished to the middle seat in the back, inbetween the sick people. Who were both coughin.

Now another thing that you need to know, is that I wake up at 4:30 in the mornin when I have physical classes, and we needed to arrive at the location of the stupid thing around the same time, so I still woke up at 4:30. This will be important later So I'm sittin between my sick friends, thinkin to myself "If this don't make me sick, nothin will". This was obviously a horrible, very bad, no good thing to think in that moment, but oh well. It was like 5 minutes, so ain't no big deal right?

Problem is, show started at about 5pm, and we had an 'after' after it, which is basically the class goin partyin. And I promised the girlies weeks before I was goin. So I went, despite how plans changed since I agreed, and I had a miserable time cuz now let me tell ya, I'm a borin person. I hate loud noises, I hate dancin, I hate drinkin and I hate crowds. And now I learned I hate the flashin flickerin lights of nightclubs too. So me and one of them girlies find a quieter place, where you still need to shout to communicate but not that badly. And we sit there for hours, gettin only two drinks, one of which was a malibu cola for me and a simple orange juice which had the bartender mock-disappointed, and I ate all the ice I could. That's a sign btw that you have iron deficiency if you do that, just tellin in case anyone needs to know.

Thankfully, the girlie who drove us and who was the friend with me in the quieter part, also has cool parents, cuz her mom offered us a ride home. No matter how late/early we made it. So angelic friend calls her mom, and they come to the decision we shall board the train and go to the very edge of the capital city, where she'll pick us up, cuz that's the easiest place to drop me off from. This wasn't all the girlies with us, there was 6 of us at the club and 2 stayed there.

So we boarded the 1:45 train, and I got home to round 2:40. Now I'm a clean freak, so I hopped in the shower, washed up and dried my hair, which took me long cuz I'm slow in my "old age", and I was out and ready by 3:30. Then I washed my teeth, and was in bed. I couldn't fall asleep immediately, so I fell asleep at around 4. Now if you remember by this point I was awake for almost 24 hours, which is not the norm for me. I'm an early sleeper and riser.

So everythin combined, I got sick. Was it worth it? Depends on which part you ask. The promesque part? Yepp. The party part? Fuck no. I hate parties and I hate people and I hate people checkin me out. And I was obviously prettied up for the prom thing, and there weren't many women there, so some of the guys there were... questionable to say the least. And drunk. Cuz one of the place's specialties was that you pay a pretty damn high entry fee and then buy a cup, but then you can drink as much as you want, alcoholic or non-alcoholic.

So yeah, I'm sick and dyin now, but at least I have a stupid story to share. And hey, I at least met the new man of one of my girlies and the new woman of another one, both of whom are sweeties, so hey! That's somethin.

And that's the story for today. It's pretty damn long, and pretty damn complicated, but amusin as shit to me. I also can't be bothered right now to watch my language, so yeah. I usually try not to curse cuz this fandom has a bunch of minors in it, and I ain't gon be the one to normalise it for em. Also, don't worry bout what you're sayin all that much. Neither Sunray nor me are particularly sensitive bout stuff, havin been here since the good old wild west days of the internet where you could search up murder and find actual live videos of it, so so long as you ain't sayin anythin offensive we ain't gon tell ya to stop. But that's just basic decency I think.

You know the drill sugarcube, your turn to yap at us. Your little blog attempt has been rather inactive, I've been keepin an eye on it, and I was wonderin when you were goin to pop back up. I do keep an eye on the people I interacted with, even if in a pretty minor way. It's good to see the familiar faces pop in.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #412

I'm not sure why my mind is so blank at the moment. It's like all my thoughts ran away from me as soon a I opened my word processor. Weird.

V stayed overnight last night, which is always nice. I woke at around 8 or 9 in the morning, I think, after going to sleep somewhere between midnight and 1am. My body definitely needed the sleep, goodness me.

After feeding my fuzzy feline children, I decided to try out the weird jams I got from the Fat Crow place:

We've got dark chocolate raspberry jam, blackberry balsamic ginger jam, and strawberry mint jam. I put them on crackers; nothing fancy, just plain saltines:

Sometimes a simple breakfast is the best breakfast, I think.

Sometime after V woke up, I finally got up the gumption to clean up the little sink in the nook in my art room:

...I know it maybe looks unremarkable, but... this is where I made my Tree of Life materia for you. Do you remember it? Did it ever get to you...?

In any case, the area of the sink was, until just today, covered in strewn-about epoxy materials and not-quite-cured epoxy spills. Epoxy comes in two parts – an “A” fluid and a “B” fluid. You have to mix these two fluids together equally by volume, or else it won't harden properly. The B fluid gets yellowed with exposure to ultraviolet light, whether or not it's hardened. So after tidying up the supplies, there were still yellowed patches of cured or partially cured epoxy. Thankfully, the stuff is cleaned fairly easily with a melamine foam pad soaked in rubbing alcohol.

All of the epoxy supplies themselves are now packed away neatly in a box:

Once that was done, V wanted to watch me play some Hades, so that's what I did. Despite not having played in a while now, I still made it beyond Elysium on my first time playing on the first run of a fresh save today. Not bad!

At some point today... I learned that I will not be seeing K for physical therapy tomorrow. I... probably won't see him again for a long time, actually. He went skiing. If I interpreted the words that were spoken to me correctly, his ski boot got caught in some part of the ski lift mechanism. It twisted his leg until both his tibia and fibula snapped. He needed surgery to put the bones back together – likely with rods and screws.

...I can't even begin to imagine the level of pain he must have endured. What a horrifying thing. And for it to happen to someone who is kind, and who spends the vast majority of his time trying to help people heal...

…

...I dunno how it is in your world, what with your fancy Cure materias and whatnot, but... in my world, this is a life-altering injury. You don't ever fully recover from something like this; it's not how our biology works. Even if he might be able to walk on it relatively normally again someday, it's still probably gonna pain him for the rest of his life in non-trivial ways, and... just...

Also... in my country... doctor visits like these... goodness. He'll probably have medical bills that total up to more than the downpayment for a decently-sized house. In my country, a decently-sized house – one large enough for a single family (two adults and two children, typically) to live in comfortably – goes for around $400,000. A downpayment is about twenty percent of the total cost of the house. For reference, minimum wage in my state is $15 per hour, and most people are expected to work 8 hours per day.

...The downpayment for a decently-sized house is wildly out of reach for most people in my country. I don't know what K's financial situation is like, but... even if he is well-to-do, I'm worried about him and his wife.

When I go in tomorrow at 5pm, I'll ask them if they have a donation box for him. I don't know how else to help him. A card seems... so hollow. Flowers, too, seem hollow. I want to be able to do something that will actually help him. I just don't know what that something is yet.

...I can't get how much he must have suffered out of my head. I don't understand why machinery like that doesn't have emergency stop buttons that are within easy reach of all passengers. I've heard horror stories about escalators, too – people getting their feet torn off because their shoelace got caught in the mechanism. There really needs to be an emergency stop that is accessible at all times to every passenger.

M and I brought V home at around 5pm. I hope V had a nice time hanging around and lounging around and eating tasty snacks with us today. I hope V comes back to visit again soon.

...I'm not really sure what to do now, or what to write about. So I guess I'll jump back into the world of Hades to try to get my mind off of what happened to K. If you wanna hang out, you'll find me here:

...Sephiroth. Don't get cocky or complacent while you're out and about in the world, okay? Like with K, anything can happen in the blink of an eye when you least expect it. A routine activity can turn into a tragedy without even a moment's notice if you're not careful. Sephiroth... please. Please be careful out there. Please stay alert, and please take good care of yourself. You gotta make it home in one piece. You worked harder than anyone should have to in order to walk towards a normal life; don't do anything that will reduce your ability to take those steady steps forward. Be smart and observant. Make good, kind, gentle, and well-boundaried choices.

I love you. Please stay safe out there. I'll write to you again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[essektheylyss]

Okay I did start handwriting again for the first time since high school and I've only done a bit thus far but I'm remembering how much less pressure it is, which is great because I really needed some lower pressure writing.

But also I'm realizing it's fascinating for reasons I could not have appreciated when I was a teenager because I was so new to writing and didn't really know what I was doing; specifically I've realized that I can really identity strengths and weaknesses based on what comes more naturally and what I have to really think about to remember to include. It's super neat!

For instance I am great at scene motion and where active elements are relative to each other. I'm good at dialogue flow. I really struggle with the balance of internal narration, and drop it a lot when it would be good for character but I don't currently need it for exposition. I will straight up need to add atmospheric elements in later, because I have entirely failed to account for things like weather even though my pov character started out on a small boat on a busy waterway used as an major thoroughfare in the middle of the night.

A lot of descriptions are overall lacking per my taste, because I tend to go back and add those small details as I get farther into a scene and nail down the setting and vibes. And it's easy and unobtrusive when I'm in a word processor, because I jump back a few lines, type the phrase I wanted, and go back to the end, and it only takes me a few seconds, whereas on paper I have to flip back and then try to wedge it in nicely enough that it's legible later.

It's super neat to analyze and I highly recommend it if only because it might tell you stuff about your process that are so autonomic that you haven't noticed them, and could help point toward stuff that you could make more seamless if you deliberately practice putting more active thought in to incorporate.

[star-going-supernova]

Tumblr generated prompt number 46! No real prompt again for this one, just one of the sequel slots I had on the list. So this is a companion piece to What They Deserve, and hey, warning: major character death ahead. Yeah, this is a prequel, but I nevertheless tried to go with a bittersweet/tragically hopeful vibe. 

A Promise Kept 

It was over quickly. That was the only… not kind, not good, but something along those lines, thing anyone could say about it. Gregory didn’t suffer long. 

The pain was sharp. Deep. Cold spread through him, shock and adrenaline and panic all at once, as the knife lodged into his chest. Vanny yanked, laughing, slicing him open all the way down his torso. 

Spots danced in his eyes, and all Gregory was really aware of was the hard floor beneath his back, the warm blood spilling down his sides, and shouting. A commotion. Vanny vanished, there and gone so quickly that he couldn’t figure out what happened. He blinked a few times, feeling separated from his body. 

After one such blink, Freddy was suddenly leaning over him. His mouth was moving, but the words didn’t make sense. There was a touch against his head, muffled as though he was feeling it through many layers of fabric. A palm, fingers, pressing into his hair, holding him. 

Freddy’s eyes were so bright. Gregory was tired. Really tired. It was hard to stay awake, and that was alarming, but… he couldn’t fully remember why. 

“I am here, superstar,” he heard, somber. “I am sorry, Gregory. I—rest, okay? I will stay with you.” 

Gregory hummed, and he carried that thought with him into the darkness: Freddy would stay with him. He’d be safe with Freddy. 

• • •

There were sounds. Voices. Familiar ones. Gregory didn’t want to listen to them, though. He was warm and weightless, and he wanted to stay that way, wanted to stay curled up in this odd but nice floating sensation. 

So he did, for the most part. The voices and other noises—music and laughter and footsteps and doors opening and closing—came and went. There were times when all was quiet and still. Gregory was aware of all of it, even though he felt kinda like he was asleep. 

There was nothing else, not even as time passed. No touch, no smells. He never got hungry, never had to go to the bathroom, never felt stiff and cramped from staying in one position. 

He stayed in the dark, cozy and calm and weightless—but something nagged at him. A lingering sour taste of fear. He had the strangest notion that he wasn’t where he was supposed to be, but Gregory couldn’t imagine where he was supposed to be at all. 

Eventually, he became curious enough to open his eyes. 

Except—he didn’t—there were no eyes for him to open. He could see, but they weren’t his eyes, and they’d already been open, been in use by someone else. Gregory was just looking out of them, like they were windows. 

He panicked. He became acutely aware of an absence of feeling, as in, he had no body with which to feel. The impression that he’d been curled up was imaginary, and even as he cried out with no real voice, the intangible sum of him spasmed. 

His reaction was enough to send quite the shock through Freddy’s processor, which he hadn’t even realized he was—part of, inside, haunting—until he heard Freddy’s surprised cry and watched his “vision” go all staticky for a few seconds.  

“Not again,” Freddy muttered, holding his head. Gregory could feel it, as much as he could really feel anything, lacking a body. 

Freddy? he tried to say. It was little more than a thought, a whisper, an impression. He tried to imagine reaching out, tried to imagine he was just inside Freddy’s chest cavity and wanted to give his friend a pat. “Freddy?”

Gregory felt some gears skip a beat, freezing for a split second. Freddy’s hand pressed flat to his stomach hatch, and a deep, nearly-but-not-quite-human sense of grief seeped through Gregory’s presence. Freddy sighed, shoulders drooping. 

“Freddy?” Gregory repeated, stronger. “Can you hear me?” 

There was a long moment where Freddy showed no sign that he did, and that silence crushed in on Gregory, making him feel small and very, very alone. 

But then Freddy whispered, hesitant and scared in his own way, “Gregory?” 

Gregory tried to reach out again, and he could almost fool himself into thinking that he had his own palm pressed against the inside of Freddy’s body, right across from where Freddy’s hand was. “I’m here, I, I can feel you.” 

Freddy fell to his knees too fast for it to have been anything other than lost sensation in his legs. He made a wordless noise, but Gregory was washed in hope that was one tap from shattering and confusion that tore at his code and love that was fragile and wilted. 

“You stayed,” Gregory whispered, trying to push closer. “You stayed, and I’m here, and I—“ Oh. Oh. Of course. “And I’m dead.” 

Crushing sorrow and regret, sour bitterness with the tinge of resentment. How could a robot feel so much? How could a dead boy?

“But you are not gone,” Freddy said, somehow hoarse, with dawning, desperate realization. 

A fearful little sob left Gregory. He was dead. He’d been killed. 

Freddy made a pained sound, and then their shared vision dimmed and it was suddenly like Freddy was right there with Gregory, in that weightless, intangible, nothing-space. Fierce warmth surrounded Gregory, a hug without arms or a body, but suffused with comfort and care nonetheless. 

There was a lot Gregory didn’t know: how he’d woken up after dying, why he was sharing Freddy’s body, how long it had been since he was murdered, whether he was stuck like this forever, what would happen to him if he was. But those questions could be worried over another time. 

For now, Gregory focused on what he did know: that he wasn’t alone, that Freddy had him, and cared for him, and was holding him like he never wanted to let go. Gregory sank into the feeling and figured that as long as he had this, the rest didn’t matter so much. 

[thriron]

Fork Bomb

The idea for this came after @a-teacup-of-golden-cracks fork bombed all us robots a little bit ago. So thank you to them!

cw: noncon, kidnapping

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oh? what's this? a script? it's cute, looks harmless enough… 

>:() {:|:&};:&

processor utilization: 100%

oh…. oh- no-... 

I started trying to kill the processes but they were spawning too fast and using too much of my processing… 

fatal error: call back stack overflow. shutdown initiated

—--------------

reboot

POST… ok

BIOS… ok

kernel… ok

launching primary memory…

oh. fuck. who sent that? sender unknown… 

launching senses packages

touch initiated

why is this floor so cold and hard, my apartment is carpeted… 

vision initiated

this… this isn't my apartment. where am I? 

sound initiated

what the fuck? is someone there? come on, come on why does this always take so long?? 

olfactory initiated

who gives a fuck about smell, get to motor functions already

balance initiated

proprioception initiated

calibraiting

error - no response from servos

what the fuck? 

launching motor function 

warning, proprioception error, could cause unreliable movement continue? (y/n) 

>y

Jesus…

error, no response from servos

I can't move? 

launching voice

startup complete

“HEY! What the fuck is going on?!”

oh, you're finally awake. 

A woman I don't know came into view. she was smirking. looking at me like she had outsmarted and out played me. which, fuck, I guess she had. she had long straight brown hair that framed her immaculately made up face. bright red lipstick and eyeshadow with bold eyeliner. and she was wearing a short black dress. 

“who the fuck are you? why can't I move?” 

well, that's simple. I disconnected your motor control. 

what? 

“What?” 

Stupid bot. I caught you, and brought you here, and made sure you wouldn't leave. you are mine now after all. and I don't like losing my toys. 

her voice was sticky sweet. and all sorts of alarms were firing in my background processes. but I couldn't deal with any of them. I couldn't move. I couldn't run. I couldn't fight! “what do you want with me?” 

I want to open you up, of course! I want to see what makes you tick. I want to know what makes you run hot. I want to know every. little. thing. about you

she punctuated the every word of the last sentence by walking her fingertips across the torso of my chasse. 

no no no no no this can't be happening

the first thing I'm going to do, is plug into your neutral processing and get all that juicy hidden data. no, secrets from me, right? 

no. that's impossible, isn't it? 

I felt her lift my head and heard and felt the click of a cable sliding into place in my dataport. then a few seconds later there was typing and suddenly my processes were being flooded with new instructions and I could feel all my thoughts and sensor data pouring out of my head down the fiber link. 

there we go. let's test this, ok? tell me what your name is. 

my name? fuck that. I'm not saying shit. 

“fuck you” 

oh, naughty… Maggie? cute. and, nice try, Maggie, but your background thoughts are also displayed for me. I said no secrets didn't I? 

no no no no no fuck. fuck this. this can't be happening. how is she doing this? 

oh, but it is happening. and don't worry about how. not yet. and, Maggie. please try to relax. I'm positive you'll come around to me. they always do. 

Now, I do want to take some notes first. subject is standard humanoid. generic synth skin, no ornamentation. androgynous build, faceplate… female-C32. did you choose that one? cute. 5'6” pretty standard. slightly bulkier build than standard… higher strength components, maybe? well, I guess we'll see. 

with that, she walked away. her movements graceful and full of swagger. she came back with a set of tools. 

it's time to open you up. I wanted you awake for this part. please tell me what you feel. tell me what hurts. tell me what feels good. or don't, I can already see what your feeling. but it would save me a lot of time. 

I started shutting down my sensory processes. whatever was going to happen I didn't want to feel it. 

oh, you terrible robot. shutting down your senses? well, I hoped we could do this amicably. 

she walked to the computer again and started typing. This time I saw the instructions 

root > while(1){if(!process(touch)){/core/touch}} 

she started a script that checks if touch is running and restarts it if it is stopped. how the fuck did she get root access? I thought I had that locked down. 

Maggie, you fell for a fork bomb. you aren't very bright. your access rights are a mess. you're actually lucky I found you first. because when I'm done with you your firewalls will be unbreakable. even for you. 

“... oh…” 

interesting, your core temperature spiked just now. oh my god, are you embarrassed? embarrassed that you are a stupid, gullible, robot? well, good, sweetie. maybe there's still hope for you. now, let's get on with this. 

I felt her hands run along my torso and I wanted to squirm. that delicate touch, looking for the seams of the synthetic skin. it felt good. and when she found them she used a pallet knife to gently lift the skin to peel it away. normally this doesn't hurt, but is unpleasant. kind of itchy and tingly. but she was so smooth and gentle. I didn't feel a thing. but then she probed one of the thousands of exposed contact pads that interface my torso with my skin and I shreaked at the sudden, unfiltered pain signal. 

my my. you're touch array is incredible. very dense. what was the original purpose of this chasse? clearly not military, they are much less dense, they just need to know about gaping holes. your max pain level is clearly very high as well. so you are tuned to be sensitive to very light touches… 

the answers poured out of my head as soon as the questions were asked. I was a prototype search and rescue model. the delicate sensors were for evaluating victims' health as I extracted them from disasters. at least in theory. but my software was all fucked up. the danger assessments were too good and it got so bad that I couldn't leave my base station. so they threw me out. and I found my own place to stay. 

well, that makes sense. poor scared robot. don't worry, I'll take care of you and we can put all these little sensors to use. 

she rubbed her hand across all of the conducive pads which sent strange signals to my processors. it felt… good? no! fuck. I need to make this end. 

“please, please stop” I sobbed. 

but I can see that you're just starting to feel good. we can't stop now. 

I hate her. I hate her so much. I hate her SEEING me and KNOWING me. so I close my eyes. I try to disengage. but I know it's impossible. even if I background a sensory process it still affects me just as much. and suddenly there is a pop as my front panel unlocks and is lifted away by those gentle hands. I hear her tisk at my internals. I know they're dirty. I never cleaned them after the last extraction. I couldn't bring myself to look at the debris. so I just lived with the degraded performance. I wasn't doing anything with it anyways. and then she was cleaning me. a static strap was connected to one of my grounding clips and a small vacuum started pulling out the foreign shit. then she was wiping down my components. with an alcohol wipe I had to assume. since I wasn't shorting out. I had to admit she was good at this. and as my components finally started running efficiently I was able to begin to contextualize everything happening to me. For now, I just needed to relax. There was nothing I could do. And so far I wasn’t being damaged. 

Hm, some of these components are top of the line, but others are shit. Lets try to fix that. Your senses are good. I take it you needed those for your designed purpose. But it looks like your networking sucks. You're definitely built for strength but I don’t know how well that suits you. I would definitely enjoy giving you more dexterous fingers. Those will come in useful later.

She gave me a wink and I rolled my eyes. That will never happen.

Don’t be so sure, little bot. I have all the time in the world to convince you. what else, what else. You were built to be completely androgynous. I wonder if you would like any modifications there? You have a very pretty name, maybe some tits to match? Oh, you’d like that. Hmm. And what would you like down here?

She ran her hand down my side and in between my legs. I had the same strange touch sensation as before but I could feel my processes start turning over faster. But I had never considered sex organs. I never thought it would be a possibility. 

Hmm. We don’t have to make a choice. I can set you up with interchangeable parts. Yes, Maggie, I think I want to keep my options open with you. I’d like to upgrade your processing and memory, but that’s going to be difficult right now since you don’t trust me. I could just add more memory, but you would be unbalanced and I’ve been told that’s uncomfortable when you have different access speeds. So we’ll hold off on that until you ask me for it. But I can definitely give you more storage. That won’t be a problem. And what you have is shit. No wonder you were so bored you ran an unknown script. 

I felt her grab my memory module and yank it out. Fuck that felt weird. Suddenly all of my memories were gone except the few I had in working memory and those were fading. I started looping them to keep them current and remember who I was. I didn’t want to forget that… But she copied my memory over to a new drive and plugged it in. and. Oh. Holy shit. There’s so much space. And my access time is so fast now! And… yeah, everything is intact. All the memories… Even the ones I wanted to forget, but wouldn’t let myself delete. Then my network adapter was pulled. And I suddenly felt more blind than if I had lost my eyes, even if there was nothing to connect to wherever I was. Everything was blocked. But a few seconds later a new card was inserted and- oh. I didn’t know shit before. Everything was still blocked but now I could see why. All external signals were attenuated far enough to be indecipherable, there must be some sort of shielding around this room. And I could see the RF being emitted from the machinery around me, but everything was hard wired and nothing was transmitting or receiving. This. This is incredible. 

Mmm, I thought you would like that little upgrade. All my past pets have as well. Well, I think that’s all we need to do in here, I’ll go ahead and put your front panel back on… And… there we go. Let’s start on your hands next. 

Once again, she ran her fingers along my skin, looking for the seam on my hands and when she found it she started pulling it away. Less carefully this time. This time it hurt.

“Fuck, stop stop stop”

Oh, you didn’t think this was all going to be easy did you?

She yanked the rest of the skin off and half of my processes threw errors and aborted. When I had re-built my processing I could feel her hands rubbing over the connections pads on mine.

Got yourself back together? Good bot. That skin was worthless, far too thick and rough. We’re going to get you something better, thinner, smoother. Trust me, you’ll love it. But first, we need to get inside here. 

She spent half an hour replacing all the servos in my fingers. She told me they had 10x the number of steps of the old ones. I always just thought i was clumsy. But apparently I was artificially restricted? When she finished she started on the other hand. That one still hurt but I was ready this time and was able to keep my processes running. 

good job, Maggie! you did so well that time. maybe you aren't such a stupid little robot after all. you're definitely going to get a special treat after all of this if you keep that up. 

another half hour passed and both of my hands were fully assembled. 

ok, Maggie. I want you to test out these hands, but you need to behave, ok? I'm only going to connect from the wrist down in one, two, three. 

I flipped her off. 

oh very clever. you'll pay for that. but for now, just wiggle all your fingers. and don't make me do it. it takes forever from the console. 

reluctantly, I did as I was told after which she disconnected me from my hands again. 

well, all of that looks good. now for the fun parts. I don't have a replacement chest plate for you that has boobs, not at your sensing density at least. so we are just going to add the boobs as extra thick synth skin. it won't feel as good, but we'll work on getting you a new chest plate. 

she dug around in a pile that kept making horrible squishing and plopping noises and eventually came back with a few options of sizes. I chose the medium one and she installed it. pinching my new nipples when she was done. and I felt them! they really worked! 

I'm glad you like them. now, there's just one more area to address, but first… 

she walked up behind me and adjusted my head so I was looking down my body instead of at the ceiling. as she walked down to my feet she dragged a hand down my neck, over my tits, down my stomach and down to the empty spot between my legs. if I could shiver I would have. non-essential processes halted and all of my focus was on her as she removed my pelvic plate. on the wall behind her was a shelving unit filled with artificial penises and vulva. she hummed as she studied them all before grabbing one. somehow she chose the pussy I had been staring at. that I couldn't take my eyes off of. it was beautiful? she walked back over to me and slid it into place. 

as soon as it was connected, the new drivers began downloading. when they finished I hastily launched them and added them to my senses startup package. and. wow. OK. lots of new data. 

I was so focused on sorting that out that I wasn't paying attention to the woman when she brushed a finger against my clit. 

I dropped everything. I nearly rebooted. I heard her giggling as I rebuilt my background processes for a second time. 

oops! we'll go slow, then. 

she rubbed up and down my folds, and I learned that this model is lubricating… 

she moved back to my clit and rubbed it in small circles slowly increasing pressure. before I knew it, I was moaning audibly. but she kept her pace steady. I tried to process the manuals the installed with the drivers but I couldn't focus. and suddenly the experience changed. I couldn't find any difference in what she was doing, but it felt MORE. it felt so good. and it kept increasing and increasing and. 

“oh my god. FUCK” 

—--------------

reboot

POST… ok

BIOS… ok

kernel… ok

launching primary memory…

son of a bitch. 

once I was fully initialized again the woman was across the room.

“i. uh. what the fuck happened” 

Maggie, you're awake! well, my current favorite toy, you just had your first orgasm. and the logs say it was a good one. aren't you lucky you're with me? I’m tempted to eat you out, but I want to try a dick on you. I wish I could trust you to move, but you’re going to have to earn that privilege. This might make you come around though…

She walked to the bottom of my torso and detached my pussy. Fuck. I missed the feeling of it already. 

Oh, don’t you worry Maggie, you’re keeping that. 

Oh, right. She’s in my fucking head. She went back to her shelf and started looking at the cocks. She gasped when she found the right one and jumped up and down clapping. I nearly smiled before I caught myself. There was just something so… cute about it. About her. 

No! She fucking kidnapped me! Nothing about her is cute! But also, I haven’t been in this good of shape since the last extraction 7 months ago. No, better than that even. And more emotionally congruent. 

When I saw the dick she chose I was stunned. It was… cute? Large, but not huge. And cute? It was perfect. How was it also perfect?

This one should install the same way, and just relax. But I’m not going to take things slow this time. You’ve been rilling me up this whole afternoon and I haven’t got anything for myself yet!

This time she crawled onto the table between my inert legs and plugged the cock in. And once again my processes were flooded with drivers and manuals and new sensory data. It was… similar to the other configuration, but… reversed? I looked up and she was unzipping her dress. 

“Who… are you?”

Oh! Where are my manners? I’ve fucked you already and never introduced myself.

Her dress fell away revealing her naked body and I could feel the new penis respond to the sight of her.

You can call me Victoria. 

And with that she put her legs on either side of me and lowered herself onto me. She slid herself down my dick grinding her clit against me. Up and down, coating me with her wetness. I was spellbound. This felt entirely different than the last time. I moaned her name

“Victoria…”

Mmf, this isn’t even the best part stupid robot.

She reached down with one hand and directed my head to her opening and pressed the very tip of me inside. Alarms started firing as I tried to buck my hips but of course they werent responding. But I needed to move. God I needed to push inside. I never felt an urge this strong before. But she didn’t give me that relief. She just watched me and watched the printout on the screen behind me. Smiling at my reactions. Then slowly, so fucking slowly, she slid down my cock until I was finally buried inside her. 

“Oh, shit. Please, more. Show me more”

Ask again. But this time address me properly, as your owner.

“...Owner, please show me more. I’m begging you.”

Of course my little bot. 

And something came over her face. She looked almost like an entirely different person as she started riding me. Lifting and slamming onto my cock. And now I recognized the signs. The building pleasure, the growing tension, the pressure in my genitals. And then I was cumming. I don’t know what was cumming but I could feel it pumping into her. The cum and throbbing of my dick sent her over the edge and she came squeezing me. No, this was too much, there’s something wrong, right? 

“Stop stop stop, something hurts. Something’s broken”

Heh, absolutely not. You’re overstimulated. 

I checked the diagnostics but there was nothing. All statuses were nominal, pleasure and touch and genitals were of course extremely high but that doesn’t explain why it hurts? 

“Overstimulated? Like an integer overflow?”

Hmm, i guess you could think of it like that. But your sensors are just extra sensitive and giving you extremely high readings right now. Most men have trouble staying hard, but it doesn’t look like you and this cock are going to have a problem with that. Which is good, because I’m not done.

She started moving again, now extra lubricated from my cum. She got off two more times before I felt myself building again. And when I got close and the monitor indicated that I was about to cum she stopped and slipped me out of her. 

“No, no, no. Please Victoria! Please, owner, let me cum again”

Good job, toy. Yes, you may cum again.

She wrapped her hand around me and pumped and pumped and I exploded. Shooting cum all over myself. 

“Oh fuck. Victoria, fuck… show me more”

I knew you would say that. And it would be my pleasure. But first, I want to sleep. And second, I need you to promise that you will be my toy until we’re both satisfied.

“Yes! I promise. Please”

Good toy. I believe you. I’m going to reconnect your motors now and we’re going to go into my bedroom and you’re going to learn how to fuck yourself with those new fingers…