#I haven’t written in so long and all of the sudden I just woke up and was like

[gio-cosmo]

Nahhh I thought the whole “If you stay on an app long enough it’ll faintly burn into your screen” thing was super uncommon or smth but I’ve been on my Pages app writing literally all day like 7:00 AM — 5:00 PM and it’s LITERALLY BURNT INTO MY SCREEN LMFAOOO ITS SO WEIRD

[angelsworks]

Goldilocks and the Four Bears

I haven’t written for the cod fandom yet so all the 141 might be terribly out of character. In fact I haven’t written for a while. I appreciate all the people that still read my work and continue to support me. I hope you’re all doing well :)

Poly!141 x reader

Masterlist -> Here (will be made later :))

Warnings: 18+, mature themes, descriptions of torture, injuries and mistreatment, etc

Summary: After escaping from your last mission that had gone terribly wrong, your stumble through the woods leads you to a log cabin.

It was snowing. Fucking snowing.

Any belief in a deity had been long since crushed after the last few months. Well you thought it had been months. Your captors (a small but deadly terrorist group) had failed to provide you with your own calendar and clock. Much like how they had failed to provide you with new clothes to replace your own, that had been ripped and torn and become tattered to the eye.

It was stolen clothes you now wore as you made your escape. Trudging slowly through the already six inch snow, your thoughts trailed to the fresh snow adding to the existing six inches. The size 12 pair of boots were rubbing at your heels with increasing vigour. Leading you to contemplate if bruised skin could blister or not. The guard you’d killed as part of your escape had been good for one thing. Or three things actually. The ill-fitting boots, a loose pair of combat trousers and long sleeved compression shirt.

As you made your way through the terrain you felt a cold chill steadily working it’s way up your trouser leg. Slowly, spreading across the flesh, affecting any skin that wasn’t in direct contact with the trouser material. It made you wish you’d waited for a guard more similar to your stature. While the compression shirt was better than nothing, it was still thin. The flimsy seeming material now doing little to ward off the cold.

Maybe the sudden awareness of the less than ideal weather conditions wasn’t down to your stolen clothes, but the sudden loss of adrenaline. How long had you been running now? Well trudging desperately through the snow, making your way further and further into the thick forrest and fauna.

It was hard to try and map where you’d been, what direction you’d walked in and where you’d come from. It was all white. Every tree looked the same. Every incline became and decline and you’d become disoriented.

Months of abuse, of torture, ofpain. All ignored for a few short hours as you willed your aching body forward. Through trees and snow and stone. Through anything that would put you at a greater distance from them, from Miasma.

They hadn’t transported you. At least you were mostly sure. When you blacked out, you woke in the same dingy cell, on the same dingy floor. Only covered in more bruises or cuts. So you hoped you were where this all started. In Slovenia.

You’d done solo missions before. It was easier that way. One man in, one man out. No one to turn on you or leak information. With Gunner in your ear, nothing ever went wrong. Until it did.

Your objective was to gather intel. To stay under the radar before formulating the next attack. While sneaking around you’d learned just how large their operation was. In turn you’d also learned just how large their base was.

The small outpost hid underground levels. That became clear after your covert operation was blown and you were dragged down to the very heart of the multi-storey building.

Each day (if that’s what you could call them) gave you no indication of the time of day or how much time had passed. They made sure of that. In fact it was the first time in months you’d seen the light of day.

The light that you noticed was now fading apparently, as you looked desperately up into the sky. Grey clouds had rolled in, covering the majority of the sky. The sun was still peaking out from the dense overcast that was rolling further forward. Soon the sky would be covered and the snow fall would quicken.

A few miles back you were struck that no one from Miasma had followed you. You’d expected armed guards to be shooting at you and angry dogs to be tearing at your ankles. Yet you’d had no chase.

Maybe they knew you would get nowhere in the climate. That you’d be weakened by the terrain and from the violence you’d endured. They were right of course. But you didn’t let it stop you.

Even now as you’d gone further, you still felt the burning desire to survive. Granted it dwindled under the ache of your body and the never ending valley of white before you. But you wanted to live. You wanted your revenge.

The final rays of the sun had been clouded and the snow started to pick up. At least your footprints would be covered under the fresh snow. Not that it mattered if all your footprints lead to was a frozen corpse.

Flexing your fingers, you found yourself wishing for gloves. Your toes were long past numb and every injury you’d endured felt like it was waking up. Old cuts that had turned to scars felt fresh, bruises that had yellowed felt like they’d returned to their starting purple colour. Your felt heavy. You felt dense. You felt tired.

Your desire to drive on had dwindled now. The once raging fire was now only a candle. A candle that was down to its wick. The wax around it long since melted and now it was to its edge. Trying to burn the glue that chained it in place. The image made you crave warmth even more.

Was this it?

All the work you’d put in over the years. From a child you had trained for a mission you didn’t fully understand. A mission that belonged to someone else, to Gunner. He’d turned you into a soldier, his perfect soldier.

Is this how his perfect soldier died?

No it wasn’t.

So despite your blue fingers, numb toes and foggy mind, you push on. Just a little further, you tell yourself. Past these trees, past this stream, past more trees.

Your doubts evaporate when you come upon a clearing. You find a decent space boarded by snow dusted trees from all sides. They stand tall, seemingly acting as natural walls to protect those inside. The grass is covered in undisturbed snow. It’s thick and white and makes you smile.

None of it matter though because sitting in the middle of it all if your salvation.

A log cabin.

You consider the sight to be a mirage. Created from and low blood sugar, dehydration and desperation. But you trudge on, almost to a stumble speed, as you reach for the door handle.

It’s unlocked.

Despite any moral compass telling you that breaking and entering or trespassing is wrong, you ignore it. You’re hurt, aching and this is a last resort.

You close the thick wooden door behind you. Taking note of the copious locks it has. When you move inside the cabin you find that no one’s home. As quietly as you can on stiff legs, you sneak around the house. Trying to wake up the instincts you’d been trained on.

Enter a room, check your surroundings, check again. Don’t assume anywhere is empty. Threats could be hiding around any corner.

So for each room of the ground floor you do just that. Open door, check the rooms, move on. From your searching you’ve found a large living room, a kitchen, a dining room, a toilet some sort of office/drawing room. The decor gives you no clue as to who’s house you’ve invaded. There are no pictures of people, no personal possessions. It feels surreal. And wrong.

To start with you go back to the living room. Using the large fireplace, stockpile of logs and matches, you start a fire.

Again, better sense would tell you to avoid such an action. To avoid alerting anyone of your presence here. But you decide to put sense aside in a bid for survival. If you didn’t get warm soon you were sure you’d be frozen soon.

Next you go to the kitchen. You rifle through the cupboard in an attempt to find something edible. To your surprise you find the place to be well stocked. Even going as far as having fresh milk in the fridge. The sight confuses you. Send alarm bells ringing in your ears.

There are products in the fridge that are in date. Fresh products. Yet no one is home. It doesn’t make sense.

As you empty a can of soup into a pan you realise, it doesn’t need to. You’re happy to play stupid and see this as all some sort of blessing, some miracle.

While the soup cooks you fill a glass with clean, cold water. Relishing in the taste of something fresh. When you’ve downed the first glass you refill it again. This time with an intention to make it last longer.

After the first spoonful you find that you like vegetable soup very much. Almost burning your mouth as you devour it in a few minutes. Immediately it feels as though you’ve been recharged. The warmth from the fire has spread throughout the ground floor, your fingers have warmed around the bowl of soup and your body no longer feels related to a glacier.

The sky only darkens as you sit by the fire. Basking in the warmth and taking a moment to rest for the first time in months. You don’t imagine ever leaving your spot on the floor. But the promise of a bed upstairs has you moving your legs in that direction.

Before your ascent to the second floor, you strip your clothes and hang them on a drying rack you found to the side of the fire. Now left in the nude.

Upstairs you find multiple bedrooms. All almost identical, except for one at the end of the hall. You assume this is the Cabin’s master bedroom as it’s slightly larger than the others. Inside there’s a wardrobe full of clothes, a full length mirror, a TV, some sort of game station, and of course the larger than most bed.

In the mirror you catch sight of yourself. The cuts of course stand out first. From the slight turn you can muster in your neck, you can see large welts and thin cuts, bruises and scrapes, all littering the previously plain skin. From the front and behind, your legs look like a Jackson Pollock original piece.

Capturing various purple and blues surrounded by smaller splodges of green and brown. With the occasional black blob or two to really contrast the overall tone of the piece.

As a child you had a strange infatuation with your bruises. Likening them to a sticker or badge of achievement. They were easy to come by during training. A strange part of you liked the way they looked on your skin. They acted as a log book of the hits you’d taken, the falls you’d taken, any sort of impacts you’d had. They made you feel strong, maybe even proud too.

Staring into the mirror at your body again, it all seems worthless. You knew you were strong before. You didn’t need months as a prisoner to prove it.

You take a few steps forward to properly look at your face. Who stares back must be a stranger. You haven’t let your eyebrows be this out of shape since you were thirteen. You didn’t have that scar above under your chin before. Your eyes were always so bright and vivid. Not lifeless or hollow or so lost.

With newfound energy you take yourself to the nearest bathroom. That just so happens to be the en-suite in the bedroom. It doesn’t surprise you. Nothing about this abandoned, well stocked cabin does anymore.

Instead you shower in one of the nicest bathrooms you’ve been to in a long time.

At first the water has you freezing. Not due to the temperature but because of the fire it lights on your back. Every scrape, every cut, every burn now being cleaned. The cleanse sets your body alight. In a way you feel the heat is helping you to heal. Granted, all you have to show for it is a mixture of blood and grime, floating slowly down the drain. But it’s more than that.

It’s the last few months being scrubbed off your skin. Your wounds and ailments being shown that this is the end. They can heal in peace. You can heal in peace.

So you take your time. Using any products you can find; shampoos, conditioners, body wash, face wash. You’ve acquired a new razor, fresh from the packet. It’s amazing what a difference shaving your legs and various other places can do to your mood. You’ve always preferred removing the body hair. Afterwards the feeling of smooth legs under a thick duvet made all the work worth it.

The final step, bar drying yourself, was brushing tour yellowing and plaque ridden teeth. The minty taste in your mouth feels unfamiliar but it welcomed nonetheless. Wiping your tongue across the now almost pearly-whites you’re happy with how smooth they feel.

Now showered, shaved and dried, you make you way into the bedroom. Finding the wardrobe and drawers to be filled wit strictly masculine clothes. You pick out a pair of boxers and one of the large white t-shirts to sleep in. The shirt dwarfs you in size, looking more like a dress. Not one that you would wear outside though. Not with the black boxers showering through the material, or your hardened nipples making an appearance.

With your towel back in the bathroom and the lights off, you crawl into bed. Letting out the loudest sigh your sore throat could muster. Then quickly falling asleep on the linen.

It was snowing. In fact it was a fucking blizzard.

A barrage of white, dagger-like snowflakes pelted against the four men. The lack of light and the dense haze of the storm made it impossible to see where they were going. They were all thankful for the less than modern compass. Hidden away at the bottom of Jonny’s bag. When he acquired it was unknown. But the four were grateful nonetheless that the Scott had the dated equipment in is kit.

After their week long training they were ready to fall asleep on the nearest surface. The blizzard they now faced was an unexpected one. Nothing on Price’s radar Gad alerted them to such a storm.

They’d just finished their survival training in the mountains when the first snowflake formed. During the rest of their descent it had only worsened.

As the snow around them thickened they trudged on. Becoming more aware of the weight of their kit, ache of their muscles and chill in their bones. These men were tired, hungry and cold.

After more miles and more words of encouragement from Price, Gaz was sure they were close to the safe house now.

Laswell had been kind enough to let them use the safe house after a particularly gruelling training exercise. It would be the closest thing to a holiday the 141 would get this year. Before the worst of the storm it had the Scotsman joking that he would build a snowman outside. An idea quickly shot down by Ghost in the interest of remaining vigilant to an enemies surrounding the house.

While snowmen were out of the question, snowballs were not. Something Ghost found out, twice, in the back of the head. Turning to see an innocent looking Gaz and Soap.

“You’ll regret that when we’re back on base and you two are on shit duty” the balaclava wearing Brit grumbles.

Soap sighs dramatically, “Oh come on Lt. Dinnae be like that, it was only a joke”.

The threat prompts Kyle to add, “It was all Soaps idea, think he should get shit duties on his own.”

Soap gasps feigning offence, “You bleeding clipe, don’t come knocking on my door when you want someone to warm your bed tonight.”

The comment causes the younger man’s face to heat up and laughs to come from the others.

“That if we get there in this blizzard” the captain quips. Trying to keep morale, but refusing to ignore the sinking feeling that they’ve missed the safe house completely.

“How far now?” Gaz asks, determined not to start pestering like an insolent child. Yet equally determined to have a proper meal and get out of his cold clothes.

“Two klicks north, then we should be there.” Soap tells him, loud enough for the others to hear in the now whipping winds.

“It was two klicks north last time someone asked Soap, are you sure you’re reading that right lad?” Price finds himself asking. Despite his rank, his military expertise and all his training agains the elements, it doesn’t make him immune to the cold. Immune to looking forward to sitting by a fire with a cup of tea in his hands.

Laswell wasn’t one to be stingy with safe house stock. From previous safe houses he’d been to that she had set up, they’d been a home away from home. Proper bedrooms, running water, stocked shelves. Price found himself ready to welcome anything that had four walls, a roof and could shelter him and his men from the storm.

“Two klicks north Captain, I’m sure”. Jonny confirms.

Sure enough, through the dense curtain of blizzard, light emerges. A gentle glow against the black nights sky. The closer they get, the clearer the house becomes.

A log cabin.

A big one at that. The sight is inviting enough to bring a smile to the men’s faces.

“Laswell’s outdone herself this time, fuckin yaldy” soap practically exclaims. Pushing forward to the front of the pack, in an effort to get in first.

“Hold it Jonny,” Simons voice is quiet through the mask, but harsh enough that the others can hear.

Ghost points to the chimney, “someone’s here”.

Sure enough as the others look up, they too see the plumes of smoke, gently rising from the brick chimney.

“Another team captain?” Gaz finds himself asking, while reaching for the know hidden in his thigh holster.

Price finds himself doing the same, “No, we’re the only ones in the country.”

The tension in the air is thick, rivals the thick snow pelting down on them. The four of them stand motionless, a short distance from the front door. Covered head to toe in winter gear, a layer of the snowstorm attached to anything it can stick to.

“Right, there’s only one door. I’ll lead. We’ll secure the ground floor first. Stay silent, we do this quietly.” Price commands. The men nod, moving to grasp their various knives. Following their captain as he moves to the front of the cabin.

With an almost inaudible creek, Price turns the handle of the door. Pushing the oak forward, grateful that it seems to glide over the wooden floors. Allowing him and his men to breach the property without alerting its inhabitants.

Price enters the living room first, signalling for the others to spread out and search the rest of the floor. He does indeed find a crackling fire, yet no one man’s it. The warmth is welcomed, but for the time being he ignores any desire to sit near it and warm himself.

His attention moves to the drying rack set up beside the fire. Upon further inspection of the items he finds combat trousers, a compression t shirt and a pair of large boots, size 12 he gathers from the label on the tongue. The clothes are still damp to the touch, leading him to infer that the intruder arrived a short time ago.

The badge on the arm of the shirt catches his eye. He rips it off the Velcro and examines it up close. An unknown insignia, contractor perhaps? Some new found terrorist group? Price doesn’t know. It’s not one he’s come across before.

Simon searches the kitchen. The space is a decent size, dark too. He blends into the shadows as he checks the space for any sign of life. He finds a empty soup can on one of the worktops. Turning to the sink he notices a single glass and pan siting there.

Once finished in his search he creeps back to the living room. Finding his captain there, along with a stoic looking soap and serious looking Gaz.

Price raises his hand to Simon, showcasing the fabric insignia to him. With cold eyes Ghost runs over the stitchwork. Mind running through the possible groups it could be associated with.

“Any ideas?” Price asks in a hushed voice.

Ghosts silence is a loud enough answer for the group. No

“Whoever they are haven’t been here long. Their clothes are still damp. Large boots, size 12.” Price goes through the details he’s uncovered.

“Men’s?” Gaz asks.

“Most likely”.

“There’s a pan in the kitchen. They’ve had soup. Only one glass.” Ghost reels off.

“We don’t know who we’re dealing with, could be anyone. Stay vigilant. Be prepared for a fight. I’ll take the lead upstairs. Shout if you find anything.” Price commands.

The team follow him single file up the stairs. Weapons at the ready as the sneak up the steps. Footsteps light on the wooden floor.

Price takes the first door, Gaz the second, Ghost the third and Soap the last door at the end of the hallway.

While three of the 141 find their rooms to be empty, Soap stops in the doorway. After almost silently twisting the door handle and letting it slide open, he stands in silence. What he didn’t expect to find was a girl sleep in the master bed, a pretty girl to be exact.

The Scotsman finds himself lost for words. He expected to have to fight someone of his stature. Maybe larger. He expected to walk away with a bruise or two. He feels lost on what to do. Should he wake her? Should he leave her?

Meanwhile the others have gathered in the hallway. Sharing a concerned glance at their teammate.

“What is it soap?” Ghost asked quietly.

“It’s a lass. A bonnie lass at that.” He tells them. Wonder in his tone as he stares at the sleeping girl. Watching as her chest rises and falls at a steady rate. Completely unaware of the four men that have entered the house.

The men collectively frown, walking further to investigate themselves. Sure enough, after they pass the threshold of the master bedroom, they too stand frozen. A girl. Not a man, or group of men. A girl, sleeping in their bed, in their log cabin.

Completely unaware.

[ken-dom]

The Stars Look Very Different Today

∘₊✧ Ryland Grace solo fic

2.5k words

∘₊✧ Summary: The computer has a new command for Ryland — one he’s extremely relieved to carry out.

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: I’m barely half way through the book and I’m so in love with Ryland already. My god. Anyway this obviously got me into researching some of the hornier aspects of space travel, potentially unlocked a new kink along the way, and this is where I ended up. If you’re as curious as I am about the topic of this fic, you might enjoy this Vice article and also this Mauden article!

Title from Space Oddity by David Bowie, suggested by the wonderful @heresthestorymorningglory who encouraged me endlessly with this fic, as always!

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: NSFW, Project Hail Mary spoilers!, masturbation, if you squint it’s kinda Ryland x Computer — and it’s kinda forced masturbation but he definitely wants to do it so take it as you wish, premature ejaculation, written from Ryland’s POV in keeping with the novel, horny Ryland, mentions of porn, low key science kink, and my favourite tag ever: cumming in space! 🪐🛸💦

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‘Ejaculate.’

The voice has become familiar to me over the last few days. Almost comforting at times, if not a little on the unsettling side. But hey, unsettling isn’t the worst thing a person can be, right? Or a computer, if we’re being technical. Which I suppose we should be.

I blink my eyes open, groggy from what I’m guessing was a relatively short period of sleep before I check the analogue clock on the wall to confirm it. I don’t think on it for too long, however, because my attention is pulled to the heat I can feel pooling in my gut, and the throbbing sensation in my… between my legs. It’s untimely, but expected.

I’ve found myself with this little problem upon waking up for the third time in a row, now. The previous times, I’ve ignored it, willed it away while trying to keep my mind on everything else I’m still adjusting to rather than wasting my time… enjoying myself a little too much. 

This time, though, it seems the ship knows and wants me to do something about it.

I obviously haven’t heard correctly. My inconveniently timed arousal must be playing on my mind. It has been a while since I… no, that’s irrelevant right now, I’m giving in but I need to focus.

Why would the computer instruct me to-

‘Ejaculate.’

There it is again, plain as day this time. Yup. The computer wants me to… ejaculate.

Despite being completely alone, lightyears away from another living human, I feel incredibly exposed all of a sudden.

I gradually sit up and look around the room, rubbing at my tired eyes, careful not to cause any friction that might exacerbate matters. One of the robot arms is waiting patiently at the other side of the small room, holding out a little plastic cup, which I presume I am supposed to deposit my offering into. And then, what? Give it back to put into safe storage? Or eject it out into space where it’ll crystallise and float forever as evidence of my deed, only for some alien to discover and analyse a hundred years from now and take back to his home planet with breaking news. ‘Sex seed found among the stars, Earth astronaut got too excited about space travel.’

Sex seed? Jeepers.

Maybe, more likely, they’ll keep it to repopulate in the event of this whole thing not working out, or-

Ok. Let me think this through a little more scientifically.

Why would I need to ejaculate right now? What’s different about this time to the previous times I’ve woken up with a raging erection straining against my uniform?

‘Ejaculate.’

‘Just give me a moment, please?’ I reply, irritable, and the computer does not answer. The robot arm remains, though, and I know I will be given no choice in this.

Is that ethical? 

Whatever. I don’t think I need to get caught up in the semantics of whether one can consent to a spacecraft computer asking for one’s semen, robot arms or not. And after all, in the words of the wise Beyoncé, I woke up like this.

So, back to the question. If it’s not for repopulation purposes, perhaps… ah! Of course! It’s for my own good! The computer is trying to make sure I stay healthy.

Masturbation has been proven to lower anxiety levels and stress. This is a high-pressure sort of situation after all. Maybe it thinks I need a little relaxation to be able to focus properly, or to keep my blood pressure levels well maintained?

That’s the stuff. I’m really getting the ball rolling now.

I remember a study I read, and realise that actually, the fact that it’s been a while is actually important here, too, and not just a distraction my body insists on.

Infrequent ejaculation can result in prostatitis, and the way to avoid the secretions and subsequent bacteria growth that cause the condition, is to ejaculate. Frequently.

The computer has either noticed my recent arousal levels; the higher heart rate, the dilated pupils, the change in blood flow to cause certain… swellings, and let’s face it, the scent of desperation I must be giving off after this long without an orgasm, and thinks I’m overdue an ejaculation or two… or, it’s programmed to encourage masturbation at set intervals with frequent ejaculation in mind as a necessary tool to health.

In honesty, I started to lose my erection when the first of all these thoughts occurred to me – nothing like a computer and a robot arm teaming up to persuade you to rub one out for them to kill the mood – but… mmh…

Listen, I know I can get a little��� carried away with science, but I really am alone out here and I don’t think the computer is at all concerned with what gets me going. It just wants me to cum in a cup. I can do that. I think.

I retrieve the cup from the robot arm, which folds away, patiently waiting for me to return with the goods, no doubt.

‘Don’t look, okay?’ I say a little weakly, feeling my cheeks heat up. I know it’s a computer, but it knows things. Too much, almost, and I feel watched. I’ve never been into that, being watched. Nothing against it, but I much prefer to do this with my curtains closed and my doors locked, preferably in a darkened room, or the shower. Since I can’t be afforded these luxuries aboard the Hail Mary, the least I can ask for is the computer not to look.

It doesn’t answer me, of course. I didn’t really expect it to, but at least with whatever else it gathers about me, it’ll know I’m not enjoying it’s presence while I knock one out for it.

Who knows, maybe over time, we’ll get to know one another and the computer’s presence will be the only way I can jerk off. Maybe it’ll start talking me though it… would dirty talk be programmed incase of difficulty… getting into it?

I chuckle softly, knowing that liking the computer is a real possibility. Doll syndrome, it’s called. I’d start preferring the computer to a real living, breathing human. Or maybe there’s another syndrome specifically for the preference of a computer…

But I’m letting myself get distracted again.

Back to the matter at hand. Ha!

I sit back down on my bed, my erection pressed painfully against my uniform trousers now, as I consider the little plastic cup. By the look of it, it holds about 100mls. The average ejaculate is around 1.25-5mls, and from experience I tend to fall somewhere in the middle of that range, so it’s extremely unlikely I’ll fill it, but it really has been so long, the fleeting thought passes through my mind that it won’t be big enough.

Then my thoughts switch to how this is all so clinical and not at all sexy. I guess that’s another kink I might be missing out on, but before I can get carried away again, the robot arm drops something else down for me.

Oh. It’s a dirty magazine. The sort they keep on the top shelf, hidden behind more family friendly editions like House and Home or Celebrity Chat or whatever people read these days.

A pair of breasts almost knock me clean out as the magazine drops into view before me. The robot arm flicks through the thin, glossy pages and holds it open at a page of a woman with her legs spread, glistening folds displayed beautifully as if just for me.

But she’s not real. Looking at the image only reminds me that I’m alone, and whilst her aroused state and thoughts of how she might pleasure herself does make my cock twitch, my heart sinks a little that I’ll never feel another wet pussy.

‘No thank you,’ I choke out, slightly reluctant, and the robot arm switches to a magazine it was apparently holding behind the one with the pretty vagina photograph.

This one displays an image of a thick, handsome penis, uncut and leaking at the tip, fingers ghosting over the happy trail above…

‘No, that’s not the issue,’ I say, a little high pitched, because my cock is leaking now too, and I know I’m not going to make it to the cup if they keep showing me images like this.. ‘I just… I can manage on my own, thank you.’

Still, I feel a little disappointed when the robot arm takes that enticing cock away, too, and I’m left truly alone once again.

I let out a long breath, as even as I can muster. I need to get out of my head.

I close my eyes, breathing deeply. I focus on the ache between my legs. I think about taking my time, really enjoying the sensation of touching myself in space – and the thought that I’m actually in space, does it for me again. With an involuntary pulse of my cock, I feel a thick drop of pre-ejaculate form at the tip.

Take my time? Who am I kidding.

Clasping the cup securely in one hand, I slip the other over the crotch of my trousers and the strangled noise that escapes me would’ve been enough to wake the whole neighbourhood had I been back home on Earth.

I feel a rush of shame flood my senses, but then I remind myself that I can be as loud as I want here. In space, no one can hear you moan. I laugh again, feeling giddy. This is kind of exciting, actually. The thought that I’m alone is finally working for me, and without overthinking it any further, I tear open the fastening on my trousers and let my cock spring free.

I’m so hard it’s painful, visibly throbbing, angry red tip shining with pre-cum. Begging to be touched.

I realise as I stare down at my neglected equipment that words like cum and cock aren’t usually so easily thrown around in my vocabulary, and that I must be unusually horny – another word I tend to shy away from until the moment calls for it – to be thinking like this.

I bite my lips together, anticipating how it might feel.

I’ve never done this in space before. It must be ok to do it, otherwise the computer wouldn’t expect me to just get on with it, ‘reading’ material included, but what if it feels different? What if it hurts?

I tentatively raise a trembling hand and carefully drag a featherlight fingertip up the underside, base to tip, tracing a thick vein and collecting some pre-cum on the way.

I squirm, moaning loudly. I wonder if the computer has really shut its ears off, or if it’s simply programmed to know the difference between horny, desperate groaning and other types of sounds, like real pain or distress.

Whatever, I need more. Fuck.

I suck my finger clean and do it again. A gentle fingertip ghosting up the hot flesh and my body jolts upright.

I’m not gonna last more than a few seconds, and I know it.

It turns out that for whatever reason, touching yourself in space feels fucking incredible.

I lose track of most of my thoughts after that, feeling like I’ve transformed into some sort of rabid animal.

I slump backwards, spreading my legs, and my hand wraps around my shaft, immediately pumping furiously as a broken string of growls and roars rip from my throat.

I barely have time to remember the cup, but somewhere in the haze of unbridled bliss, my lizard brain must have kicked in at just the right moment because only instinct could have given me the sense to raise my other hand and position the cup to catch the insane amount of ejaculate I release as I writhe on the sheets.

Some of it dribbles down over my fingers, but it doesn’t matter, as long as I deposit some in the provided receptacle, I suppose, the computer will be satisfied.

It seems to drag on for a while, this release. Not that I’m complaining; it feels so good I wouldn’t be able to comprehend words enough to form an actual complaint at this moment, even if I wanted to. But as climaxes go, this one, long and intense and oh, so delicious, is up there with the best.

I shakily place the cup (around 7-10mls not including what I didn’t catch – that has to be some sort of record for me) onto the floor and roll over, curling into a ball, my softening cock twitching through aftershocks of pleasure as every muscle in my body relaxes me into another round of sleep.

I wake up five hours later, sprawled on my back with my cock out, still soft for now, and my hand sticky. It must have worked. I must have needed it.

Slowly, I sit up again, tucking my co- my penis back in. Making myself presentable. I am in uniform, after all. I reach up to smooth my hair down. It’s a mess, and there are loose strands stuck to my forehead. I’ll deal with that later.

I notice the cup of ejaculate has gone, collected by my trusty pal, the porno robot arm, and a little sink has been revealed from behind its wall panel.

The computer isn’t going to instruct me to clean myself up – it’s giving me that dignity at least, but it’s pointing me in the right direction. And it’s correct.

I stand on shaky legs to head over there, feeling a slight headrush.

Hopefully, the computer will never speak of it again-

‘Thirty-seven seconds.’

‘Until what?’ I ask, too relaxed to care very much, as I soap up my semen-coated palm.

‘Thirty-seven seconds to produce 7.8mls of semen.’

My cheeks burn. It timed me? And I couldn’t even last out a whole minute?

Did computers care about premature ejaculation as much as humans seem to? Is it even premature when you’re only trying to pleasure yourself?

‘Yeah, well, it’s been a while,’ I retort, sheepish but clearly irked. ‘A long while.’

No further comment from the computer. Great.

I know it’s time for me to get on with the thousand other things occupying my time on this ship, so I do. But the nagging thought I couldn’t shake as I observed the beetles told me that I had to prove the computer wrong about my stamina.

I can last.

And apparently, the thought of proving the computer wrong about my own masturbation habits was doing it for me and-

‘Mmhhnnn-’

That delicious friction against my sensitive cock in these pants was tormenting me. And I thought cock not penis so I must be horny again. Does space travel typically cause high levels of arousal?

Fuck it. It doesn’t matter.

‘Computer, you got another cup? You can watch this time. I’m gonna put on a real show for you.’

[notmichealangelo]

A Brother’s Heartache

AKA I saw this new clip of Mario fucking up a bunch of bricks, blacked out, and woke back up with an entire one shot written. I just really loved the emotion here and wanted to share my take on it before the movie is released!

Mario’s knuckles ached. His legs ached, his arms ached, his head ached, and now that he was alone, he noticed a new pressure beginning to build in his eyes. He had been at this godforsaken training course all night, and all he had to show for it were bruised hands, an even more bruised ego, and the fact that the edges of the world had begun to fade into purple with the coming of dawn. 

  He now sat on the balcony Princess Peach had used to observe his training earlier, except the princess in question had left to give the plumber some space. She was a kind woman with the best intentions, Mario could tell that much even after having just met her, but she wasn’t yet the best at... emotional pep-talks. She had soon noticed Mario’s growing frustration with her attempts at cheering him on and decided that leaving him to collect himself might be a safer option than anything she might try to say. Mario appreciated that. He made a mental note to apologize for snapping at her earlier after he fell from the disappearing platforms for the twenty-fifth time.  Mario sighed and removed his hat, watching as the twinkling stars disappeared one by one, and the sky began to lighten ever so slightly. He had made so little progress, and they had so little time. Never mind the rising threat of Bowser taking over the other kingdoms, that freak had his little brother. Mario’s grip on his hat tightened, and he lowered his head to view the capital ‘M’ that rested on the front of it, only to realize it looked more like a blurry mass of red and white. Mario wiped at his eyes to clear his vision but found that more moisture came to replace anything he would wipe off. 

Would he really be able to save his brother?

“Uh... Hey, is this a bad time, or-”

Mario jumped and screamed, turning to face the sudden voice, fists blindly raised in front of him. He froze when his eyes landed on Toad, who held two glasses of water and an embarrassed look on his face. Mario relaxed.  

“You scared the hell outta me, man,” said Mario after catching his breath. He sat back down on the white tile and wiped any further evidence of tears off his face. “We gotta get you a bell or something.”

“Sorry! Sorry,” Said the little mushroom creature, “I jus’ didn’t wanna leave you out here by yourself for too long. Y’coulda gotten... lost or something.” Toad sat down beside Mario, offering him one of the glasses of water. Mario gladly took it, not realizing how thirsty he was.  

They sat in silence for a little while, watching the sky lighten. Toad was the first to speak up after a few minutes.

“So... what’s your brother like?”

“Huh?” Replied Mario, snapping out of his trance and turning his head to look at his little friend. Toad repeated himself.

“What’s your brother like? You haven’t talked about him much since we first met. Tell me about him. What’s his name again? Louis?”  

Mario stared into his glass of water, chuckling.

“His name is Luigi,” Mario began, “And, well... We’ve kinda done everything together since we were born. He’s younger than me, but the little jerk managed to be taller, and he’s never gonna let me live it down. He’s kinda shy, I usually have to encourage him to try new things, but funnily enough, he’s a lot more creative than me. We recently started a new plumbing business, and the commercial was his idea...”

Mario described his and Luigi’s adventures in Brooklyn, from elementary school and before to the present and their plans beyond that. The red clad plumber was halfway through telling Toad about how Luigi had tackled a kid in middle school for ripping up Mario’s favorite baseball cards when he realized he was getting choked up again. Mario frantically cleared his throat and began wiping his face, and Toad patted his arm.  

“You really miss him, don’t you?” asked Toad softly. Mario could only nod. “Yeah, I would too. I’m sure this is real tough for you, not having him here.” Mario nodded again, sniffling.  

“Hey,” Toad said suddenly, “What d’you think he’d say to you right now?”

“... What?” asked Mario, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“You heard me, what would Louis- Er, Luigi say to you right now? Right at this very second?” Toad was looking at him intently now. Mario began to think.  

“Probably something gushy like... It’s okay to be scared, and- and it’s okay to take breaks and ask for help. Then he’d give me a hug, then he’d hug me for too long and I’d have to force him to get off me, heh...”  

Mario could name at least five scenarios that played out exactly like that. They usually ended with someone’s elbow in someone else’s gut, but a room filled with laughter and lifted spirits, nonetheless. He smiled at the memories, but the smile quickly fell away.  

“God, Toad, he must be terrified,” said Mario as he ran a hand through his hair. “Who knows what they’re- what they’re doing to him, what if-”

Toad shoved a tiny hand in Mario’s face, wagging a finger.  

“Nuh-uh, no more thinking like that,” Said Toad, who was now standing, his other hand on his hip, “You’re allowed to worry, but your brother needs you to be strong for him. That’s why her highness was pushing you so hard, even if she... probably didn’t go about it the right way.

Listen, you might not be the best fighter in the six kingdoms yet, but Luigi needs you. He needs you to fight for him. And from what you told me, I know he’s got faith in you. Now you just need faith in yourself. You’re not alone in this either, Mario. We’re gonna kick that Koopa’s butt and we’re gonna rescue your brother together, okay?”  

Who knew little mushroom people could be so thoughtful?

Mario gave Toad a watery smile.  

“Thanks, man,” said the human quietly. Toad nodded and smiled.  

“Now get back out there! Show those inanimate objects who’s boss!” Toad shouted, pushing Mario towards the training course. Mario took a breath and put his hat back on.  

The sun was finally beginning to rise, painting the world in purples and oranges. Luigi preferred sunrises over sunsets, and Mario always made fun of his brother for growing so tired so early in the evening, with Luigi always replying with how much he enjoyed watching the sun rise. Mario wondered if his little brother could see the sunrise now, from wherever he was being kept. Mario clenched his fists.  

Hold on little bro, thought Mario, I’ll be there soon. The plumber charged forward, his fists raised and a new fire in his eyes.  

---  

When Peach returned to the balcony, the sun had risen much further into the sky, the last colors of dawn slipping away. She had come with snacks and a change of clothes for Mario as a peace offering, but her eyes widened at the sight before her. Toad stood dangerously on top of the railing to the balcony, whooping and cheering as Mario smashed through another solid brick wall. He jumped off fake bullet bills, dodged automated piranha plants, and let out a determined shout as he smashed through the wooden standup of Bowser.  

“Toad, what did you feed him?” asked Peach in bewilderment, watching Mario in awe.  

“Love and support!” Replied the little toadstool haughtily, placing his hands on his hips. “Turns out I’m just as talented at pep talks as I am at adventuring!”

Peach laughed incredulously and patted Toad on the head. Mario had reached the flagpole at the top of the course and was now jumping and whooping in excitement. Peach clapped enthusiastically. Maybe they really did have a shot at this.  

[lanayru-the-water-god]

The Art of Self-Care

Approximately eight centuries after Rewards for a Selfless Being, two Dwellers’ research shows that Lanayru’s healing power is growing with her, causing her to recharge faster. She makes her motives for her great sacrifices known, but she fails to realize the effects her incredible selflessness has on her own health.

Word count: 2291

“Lanayru.” The Dweller Starlight’s voice is firm, and he gestures for her to come closer. A second Dweller, Cordelia, stands next to them, scribbling furiously on a sheet of her fancy white stationery. “I want you to see this.”

She takes a few steps forward, her pearly white flats clicking against the shiny floor, and the pale blue of her long dress glimmers in the light.

“Have you…found out anything?” she asks quietly, fidgeting with her long fingernails.

“We have been studying this each time it occurs,” Starlight explains, placing the written note on the table so she can see. “And we have come to a reasonable conclusion, Your Grace.”

Cordelia glances up at Starlight and continues. “The first time this happened, when you were two centuries old…you were out for sixty days. But the second time…your days unconscious were reduced by ten. We didn’t think much of it, and neither did you…until you went out and did it again anyway.”

“I don’t just do it for fun, you know! A mortal’s life was on the line. I have to do everything I can, remember?”

“Please hear the rest of this first….Then it was forty-five days, then about thirty-nine, thirty-five, and now…”

“Thirty days,” she mutters. Exactly a month.

The one I just woke up from.

“Exactly right, Goddess. We can assume that this overuse of power does indeed kill you briefly, and once you are resurrected, it takes time to recharge. You do as well. But this amount of time has been decreasing; it has cut in half over the last few centuries. Which means your Healing Grace is becoming stronger. As you age and grow your domains, the power grows with you…”

Of course.

Why hadn’t I thought of that?

“Well…that would make perfect sense!” She chuckles. “I’m so glad I created you guys.”

“It is only an assumption, but this would be the best explanation for why you recover faster after each occurrence. I know it has side effects…you’ve got the memory issues and all that, but overall it’s a good thing. Nobody wants you gone for two months, Lanayru, not even us. And especially not the mortals.”

Her eyebrow furrows. “Not even you?”

“Forget she said that,” Starlight pipes in. “Cordelia, what happened to respecting the one who brought us to life?”

Cordelia rolls her eyes. “This is not the time for our little shenanigans, doofus!”

“Excuse me?? So I’m the doofus here?” Starlight gasps, giving the other Dweller a sharp glare. “I think the real doofus is you, Cordelia! You’re just jealous because I-“

“Stop it!” In a sudden outburst of anger, Lanayru slams her hand on the table, causing them both to dart their gazes at her. “Save that for after this meeting. For my sake, what has gotten into you? Haven’t I taught you better?”

Both Dwellers lower their eyes in shame. “We’re sorry, Goddess Lanayru,” they mumble in unison.

She nods in approval. “Very well, you are forgiven.”

“But really…” Starlight picks up from where the other left off, “the mortals need you here, they need you awake every day to supply the fresh, clean water they deserve. They pray to you when you’re gone, but they get no answer…if their water becomes contaminated, they wish with all their hearts that ‘it’s alright, Lanayru will save me…’ but you can’t…”

“I…I’m so sorry…” Lanayru replies. “I know this, I know what they go through without me, but I promise I never do this to myself without a true purpose. And I can’t watch a mortal die knowing I could have saved them. I will forever kill myself, over and over again, I will risk my own health, just so I can know the mortal’s life has not been taken too soon. My Healing Grace was given to me for a reason…I have to use it, for if not…” She lets out a long, shuddering sigh. “I would have to live with the guilt forever.”

For the first time, the Dwellers are completely silent. Nobody even moves a muscle.

She continues, “If you were me…I know you would do the same. Wouldn’t you?”

Cordelia slowly nods her head.

“Your Grace…why use all of it every time? Can’t you heal someone without doing this to yourself?”

“Oh, how I wish it was that easy. But when I am down there, mere portions of it will not work. I have tried to use half of it, even three-quarters, and the person won’t recover until every inch of it is drained from me and onto them…Of course I can only see a mere few seconds of the person awakening, or the visible injuries fading, blood drying, and the family starts to cry out tears of overwhelming joy…but I have to focus on summoning my symbol with the last bit of consciousness I have left before everything turns to nothing and the next thing I know…I’m back here.”

Cordelia gives her a small smile, ever so slightly, in the brief silence that follows.

“Your Grace…what you do is truly heroic, and you have an incredible amount of selflessness, but…”

“But what?”

“You are a god, Lanayru darling, not the god. You control water. Your duty is not to heal people; that’s why your Healing Grace does this to you. My Goddesses, it’s for yourself! It’s to heal yourself so you can perform your duties to the best of your ability. There are so many other Gods and Goddesses out there that are better suited for healing than you are. Sometimes you must recognize when to step aside.”

“Cordelia, you don’t understand! I visit the Surface…and I am drawn to someone who is hurt, someone in grave need. What am I supposed to do besides heal them??”

“You are not the only god with the power to travel down there. Perhaps alerting someone else with stronger magic would be the better choice. And maybe you should go down there less often. Leave that to the others. I know how much you adore the mortals, but they can barely see you anyway…”

“Same with all the other gods! And doing this is the very act that gave me my additional domain, all those years ago, remember? It’s not even just on the Surface, either…remember when one of Nerin’s swan maidens got extremely injured? I had to use my Healing Grace, otherwise she would be dead. And what about the guilt, the pain I would feel from being unable to save my best friend’s maiden?”

“Your best friend also spent over a month without you. That was very hard for her. She came to your bedside every night, leaving you little notes and even talking to us. Nerin gets lonely without her sweet Lanayru.”

She lowers her head, glancing at the pale golden locks that frame her face. “I know…I know she does. And I feel the deepest shame, but Nerin understands why I must do this. She waits for me because she loves me, she still loves me even when I’m gone…that’s what friends do. If she was the one in my place, I wouldn’t be mad in the slightest.”

But you are her whole life, remember?

“Lanie…I don’t know what I would do without you…”

“I understand.” Cordelia’s voice brings her attention back. “And we should be grateful you don’t go down there often. I must ask, though…if it wasn’t for your immortality…” She pauses, letting out a deep exhale. “…would you still do it? Would you sacrifice your life for a young stranger?”

Lanayru nods her head slowly. “Yes…yes I would.”

The Dwellers don’t respond; instead they glance at each other uneasily, the concern clear in their eyes.

“If I was mortal, I would rather leave this world forever knowing the young one is safe and happy, than live out the rest of my days beside a grieving family, knowing I had the power to save their child but I was too selfish to do it.”

A sniffle breaks the silence that follows. One small tear trickles down Starlight’s face.

“Lanayru…” Cordelia speaks eventually. “Do you care about your own health? Your own life?”

Ignoring the Dweller’s complicated question, she steps in front of Starlight, taking their pale hand in her own and squeezing it softly. She had never meant to make a Dweller, one of her own creations, cry. Not like this.

“It’s okay, I promise,” she whispers. “I am immortal, remember? Nothing is permanent.”

Slowly and gently, she reaches a hand out and wipes the tears from Starlight’s cheeks, only for more to fall.

“Yes, and we are so incredibly grateful that you came back,” Cordelia explains, supposedly on the other Dweller’s behalf. “We knew you would, of course, but it was only a matter of when, and…the other day, our waiting was over.”

It dawns on Lanayru, once again, just how long she was really gone. A whole mortal month went by in mere seconds. And during all this time she had missed so much…it will take more time to fully catch up.

“Do you…” Starlight clears their throat, sniffling. “…do you care about your health? You never answered…”

And here we go again.

“If I must answer.” She glances at Starlight, then at Cordelia, the anticipation clear on both of their faces. “My health does not matter. However, the mortals’ health does. And so I must focus on the latter, for everyone’s sake.”

“But Your Grace…” Cordelia replies, “Just because you cannot die permanently doesn’t mean you should be neglecting your own health! Like, for example…when was the last time you got a good night’s sleep?”

Lanayru huffs, folding her arms across her chest. “I just slept for thirty days.”

“I believe that is known as a coma, and therefore doesn’t count. You didn’t sleep at all last night, I can tell, you’ve got bags under your eyes, your movements today have been slow and sluggish…” Cordelia pauses in thought. “Have you even drank any water?”

“The mortals need me. I am spending my time making up for what was lost in my absence. That is the most important thing. Doing anything for myself at this point would be incredibly selfish, don’t you think?”

“For your sake, Lanayru, you are literally the Goddess of Water, yet you refuse to hydrate yourself! The mortals do need you, but you will not perform your best if you don’t fulfill your basic needs. Trust me on this, it is not selfish to take care of yourself. Do you understand?”

It is quite a surprise, hearing a lecture from beings of her own creation. Rarely does something like this occur, and especially with these two Dwellers, who have taken background roles in assisting her.

But they do have a point…

She is suddenly aware of the dryness in her throat, and the slight foggy sensation throughout her head and body. Dehydration.

“Yes,” she answers, voice almost a whisper. “I understand.”

“Starlight.” Cordelia exclaims. “Go fetch our Goddess some spring water, won’t you?”

Wiping the tears with their sleeve, Starlight nods. “Indeed.” They smile weakly at both Lanayru and Cordelia before walking off.

“I could be helping the mortals right now…” Lanayru mumbles to herself, but Cordelia’s hearing picks it up.

“You have already helped so much. Please, give yourself a break. At least a tiny one, okay? It is not healthy to be working constantly the way you’ve been doing.”

As if on cue, a wave of dizziness overcomes her fuzzy head, and she grabs the table with one hand to steady herself as the world spins around her.

“Lanayru, you are not okay. I think you should rest…let me escort you to bed.”

“No, no, I can make it.” Her vision begins to clear again, and she points to the large white framed bed with the soft baby blue covers. “My bed is right there.”

Cordelia, however, does not seem convinced. The Goddess can only take a few steps forward before her dainty hand is already clasped in the Dweller’s. Fine.

The short walk isn’t anything she wouldn't have been able to do herself.

Upon reaching the bed, she slowly takes off one pearly white shoe, then the other, resting them on the silky rug. Smoothing out the skirts of her long dress, she takes a seat on the incredibly soft mattress, leaning back against the pillow she had propped up the day before. She reaches forward to pull the blanket over her legs, but Cordelia’s quick thinking beats her to it.

“You really don’t have to be doing this, Cordelia,” she states, noticing that the Dweller hasn’t left her bedside yet. “I’m alright.”

“I don’t think you are. Your Grace, please…we all admire how selfless you are, how you’re always there for others…but you also have to be there for yourself. I promise, giving yourself some time to rest and recover is far from selfish. It’s what you need.”

“So I’m not a bad Goddess for doing this? Are you sure?”

“I am positive.” Cordelia grins happily. “You are the best Goddess around. Now don’t tell the others, and I’m probably biased since you brought us all here.”

“Of course you are!” Lanayru chuckles, playfully nudging her on the shoulder. “You doofus.”

“Aww, that’s my girl. You really are back.”

The pleasant glow in Cordelia’s eyes warms her heart. In the last millennium Cordelia has done so much for her, all the Dwellers have, and for this she will be forever in their debt.

Perhaps the least she can do is follow their advice. She can listen to her body until she is back at full strength, where she will carry on her duties to the beautiful mortals she has sacrificed so much to save.

[doodling-doodle]

A Modern Great War (PT. 2)

Kyle knew he had to stay quiet about everything. But he knew it would be hard to not say anything while around the people he cared about the most.

He was worried that they'd get hurt in the process. He didn't want that to happen.

But there wasn't much of a choice.

He had woken up with a weird feeling, and it wasn’t that, “something is going to happen.” Feeling. It was a psychical feeling. Norticus told him that it was likely just his body responding to the sudden Aetherim in his system. It made sense. He just hoped that no one would notice. 

He just got up, got changed, and went out to the mess hall.

“Hey, baby!” Alex called out from the table they sat at together.

He smiled and went over to him, getting a kiss on his cheek as he sat down, Rose jumping up to sit on the bench with them.

“How’d you sleep?” Alex asked.

“Fine. Usual, I guess. You?”

“I miss cuddles.”

He chuckled a little, and Alex tilted his head towards himself, giving him a kiss on the lips before they started eating.

“Lovebirds!” Price called out, making them look over.

“Hey, dad. And pops." Kyle said, seeing Graves next to him.

“Debrief in ten.”

“Rog.”

They ate quickly, and went off to the briefing room.

“Gaz, what was at that facility?” Norris asked as they sat down.

“Remember what I said, mortal.”

He shrugged, “It was an old Omega Group base. Lots of intel for the Aethers. On Samatha Maxis. All documents. I’d guess most were written by William Peck.”

“Fuckin’ conspiracy theories.” Price mumbled.

He learned long ago to not challenge anyone on the debate. Everyone would just keep putting him down for believing it.  

“So they're that type.”

He just sighed quietly, and Alex grabbed his hand, lightly squeezing it before letting go.

“Did you find anything else? Weapons? Old tech?” Norris asked.

“Some type of old prototype weapons, I guess. I didn’t take them. Wasn’t worth it.”

“They didn’t work?”

“I didn’t want to touch them. It’s an Omega base.”

“Aetherim won’t effect you since it doesn’t exist.”

“Then what’s the thing I’m feeling?”

“He doesn’t know of what he speaks.”

“You can hear me?!”

“I can hear everything that happens in your head… Even the sweet thoughts you have for the American.”

“We’ll talk about that later.”

“Either way, that place is being wiped off the face of the earth.” Price stated.

“Rog.” he replied.

“Your both dismissed.” Norris stated.

They both stood, and once they left the room, Alex gently kissed his forehead.

“I’m sorry, Kyle.” He whispered.

“It’s just Norris being Norris… And me being stupid. I know that something had to have happened. But, people don’t like it that a lot.”

“Something definitely happened. I think everyone will agree on that. No one will agree on what happened.”

“I just happen to believe that everything was real.” “I know it was real now.”

“Mortal.”

“I haven’t said anything.”

He just went back to his room after giving Alex a quick kiss.

“What now?” He asked, looking in the mirror. He was hoping that’d make him look less crazy.

“I’ve sensed Saraxis’ energy. I can get you there now.”

“Wait until midnight if you can.”

“Okay. Now… Are we going to talk about the American?”

“His name is Alex, actually… Was I thinking in my sleep?”

“Surpisingly. It was adorable.”

“What was I thinking about?”

“His eyes. His smile. His ‘strong arms’. His laugh. His hair. Everything about him.” 

He flushed, and looked down. He loved thinking about Alex. But others hearing his thoughts about him? No.

“Do you have a choice on what you can listen in on?”

“Not really.”

“Just don’t pay attention to it, then.”

“It’s cute, though. But, as you wish.”

“Good.”

He got a little bit of sleep, and when midnight came, he woke up, got his gear on, and looked in the mirror.

What was he about to do?

“There’s no turning back, Sergeant.” Norticus stated, making him jump.

“I know. It just feels weird. My family has no clue… I’m scared. I’m worried. And what happens when they find out?”

“If we’re successful, then they won’t.”

He sighed, “How am I supposed to get out of here?”

“Here.”

He turned around, and jumped when he saw the blue portal open in his room.

“The fuck?”

“Go through it. It’s where I found Saraxis’ energy.”

“...Okay.”

He went through it…

[aeoki]

Sandstorm - Desert Survival: Chapter 7

Location: Hotel Resort Characters: Yuuta, Adonis, Kouga & Rei

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< End of memory. The present. ES idol hotel poolside. >

Adonis: (Hmm.)

(It was a lot of fun on our way here.)

(We found out our good friends “2wink” were also sent out to the Chuugoku region and we decided we would enjoy our time in the bus on the way here.)

(We had fun chatting and enjoyed the scenery while we were on the move.)

(We turned on the karaoke machine on the bus and sang and also played party games with Hakaze-senpai who loves them and is good at playing them…)

(We headed towards our destination while merrily having fun. It felt like we were on a school trip.)

(Oogami kept complaining but he appeared to be enjoying himself too.)

(He wants to rise up in the world, so he must have been really looking forward to “SS”.)

(No, he must have wanted to let the whole world know how strong “UNDEAD” is.)

(Thinking back, we haven’t been in-sync with each other since spring and things were awkward between us.)

(But we overcame the summer crisis and showed what we were capable of during the “Nightless City Live”...)

(We should have played a big part in the new “UNDEAD” that would satisfy our current fans and resonate with a new audience, largely thanks to our seniors' help.)

(We were always slow starters, but we were supposed to make a glorious comeback at this “SS” as a powerhouse unit that’s slightly different from the others.)

(That’s what Oogami kept insisting and I figured that could be the case too.)

(But look at where we currently are.)

(We spent a long time on the move, so partway through, we stopped and stayed at a hotel prepared by ES.)

(We let our guard down, fell asleep and when we woke up, we were in a place we didn’t recognise.)

(Naturally, we were all confused. There was someone who said they were on the “SS” Administrative Committee and explained the situation to us.)

(But we don’t know why we’re locked up in this place. They kept insisting that we’re fine and there was no need to worry.)

(And for some reason, Hakaze-senpai and Hinata are separated from us.)

(It feels as though they’ve been held hostage, so we can’t be too aggressive.)

(It’s possible they may be harmed if we do something unnecessary. As long as that point cannot be refuted, we cannot do anything careless.)

(I’m weak. But right now, all I can do is bear patiently with it.) 

Yuuta: I have a suggestion.

Kouga: ? What’s up all of a sudden, Yuuta? You’ve got an idea to get outta this situation?

Alright. I knew it, you’re smarter and calmer compared to Hinata ♪

Yuuta: …That’s my character, after all.

Anyway, I looked some things up on my phone while Oogami-senpai was making a fuss.

It looks like the stuff I can do on it is pretty limited because of how things are set up, though.

Kouga: Yeah. We can’t contact anyone from the outside world by callin’ or messagin’ them on “Hallhands” for some reason. Looks like we can’t connect to the internet, either.

Yuuta: It seems it is connected, but we can only view certain websites.

Doesn’t look like we can get help from the outside world using social media, though.

Look. It seems we can post videos on this website.

Kouga: Videos?

Let’s see. Ohh, you’re right. What’s this? “Oasis Videos”?

Yuuta: Yes, it looks like we can upload videos on it.

After the management for “Oasis Videos” reviews our video and checks there aren’t any issues, they’ll post it on the net.

Kouga: Huuh? Review? What’s that? So you can’t upload videos directly onto the website?

Yuuta: It seems the management behind “Oasis Videos” and “SS” are the same group of people. Look, it’s written here.

Maybe the management doesn’t like the idea of us posting an SOS on the “Oasis Videos” website.

Kouga: Hmm. Then, they should’ve just made it so that we can’t upload any videos at all. What’s the point in it? I’ve got no idea what they’re thinkin’.

Yuuta: We don’t know what the management is planning, but if you read the terms, it says they’ll allow MVs or funny videos.

Shall we upload something to test it out?

Kouga: Huuh? This ain’t the time for that! We’ve gotta think of a way to get outta here!

Rei ……… *Whispers into Yuuta’s ear*

Yuuta: ? Hmm…?

This is what Sakuma-senpai says: “Fools. We may be drowning and grasping at straws right now, but let’s use this ‘Oasis Videos’ and find a way out.”

“Even fools and blunt scissors can be useful in the hands of a clever person, but if there is a tool right in front of you and you don’t use it, then you’re simply a fool.”

Kouga: Like I’ve been sayin’! Why can’t you just say that, Sakuma-senpai!?

Talk to us! Stop usin’ Yuuta to speak! It’s pissin’ me off!

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shying away after an argument

genre: angst to fluff ; hurt comfort with sakusa kiyoomi & ushijima wakatoshi

warnings: reader obviously gets emotionally hurt (resolved) but other than that there’s none! + kinda ooc sakusa.

notes: this was so rushed and idk what i feel about this since i haven’t written in SOOO LONG lmfao so enjoy ig even tho im rusty now :) also this request was months ago sorry it took so long haha.

sakusa kiyoomi.

sakusa came home extra exhausted, everyone in the team was getting on his nerves

and he wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and finally take some rest after hours of practice

so when he came home to see you waiting for him eagerly, it only made him more irritated

however, it seems that you didn't notice how tense he was considering you made your way towards him with a smile

and while you kept snuggling him and asking questions if he wanted to watch a movie after dinner

he was just too exhausted to entertain anything and anyone at the moment

“jesus can you stop clinging to me all the time? it makes me fucking uncomfortable.”

he slid into the bedroom before shutting the door close

you shifted a little in your feet, not expecting the sudden outburst.

looking back a few days, you havent realized how it was annoying for him and guilt creeps up to you for making him uncomfortable through your affection

taking a deep breath, you made your way to settle on the couch, deciding to give him some wanted space

it’s the next day and sakusa woke up feeling slightly better than yesterday. he reaches an arm over to your side of the bed almost as if it’s an instinct, hoping he could cuddle you for a while before heading to practice again, a frown across his face when he felt no trace of warmth

he drags his feet out of the bedroom, a subtle smile flashing across his lips when he finds you curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your figure

his heart tugs lightly as he remembers how he took out his frustration on you, he knows his words stung and he feels bad, but he hopes you know he doesn’t mean any of it

when he comes home from practice, you're cooking something up, maybe dinner for the two of you— but you seemed too busy to notice him so he decides to walk over himself

"y/n, hi.”

a sudden voice breaks you out of your trance as you look up to the man with his usual stoic face.

you smile at him softly, "hi kiyoomi, how was practice?"

"t' was fine" he replies and scratches his nape as he stands before you expectantly, waiting for you to give him his usual greeting hug but you immediately avert your gaze away from him and back to the pot in front of you

he tilts his head awkwardly, he thinks it’s a little strange but shrugs it off anyway, maybe you just forgot?

when you’re both eating dinner, he makes sure to send discreet glances in your way, hoping you would initiate some kind of conversation— you don’t though and his shoulders droops in defeat

after dinner, he invites you for a movie and he thinks luck was on his side when you agreed

however, he expected you to join him and settle on his lap like usual but instead, you situate yourself on the other side of the couch, leaving enough space between the two of you

now he's getting annoyed, fingers itching to just hold you and cradle you in his arms but you don’t seem to be in the mood to, did something happen?

he thinks he's being too dramatic and tries his best not to dwell on the silence too much, but he can't help but think of what he possibly might've done to make you act this way, and then his mind went back to yesterday.

he completely forgot about that as his mind was going miles away and he almost mentally beat himself up for not realizing how much his words had affected you.

trying to be subtle, he scoots over to your side, scooping you in one fluid motion onto his lap and trapping you between his arms

you jolt in surprise before trying to wriggle out of his hold, only to fail miserably, "kiy—"

"are you upset with me? i’m sorry i didn't mean it"

you stare at him in worry, suddenly feeling bad that he’s been blaming himself all along, “hey, i’m not upset with you, okay? i promise that but i do apologize for crossing the boundaries, i promise i’ll loosen myself up!” you continue with a smile, not wanting him to worry about you first.

but it appears he knows you too well for that.

"no, my love, don’t do that, please? i want you here with me and i shouldn’t have talked to you like that so let me make it up to you.. yeah?”

and finally— finally, you nestle yourself on his lap, taking in the warmth you’ve been craving as you speak up about your own feelings

“of course omi”

ushijima wakatoshi.

you knew volleyball will always be ushijima’s top priority and that he spends all of his time practicing for upcoming matches

you've supported him through and attended all of his games whenever you had a chance to and of course you were more than proud of him

but today, you wanted to spend time with him especially since you hadn't spend some time alone together for almost a month due to his schedule

the rest of the shiratorizawa team had said that their coach gave them a free day to make up for all their hard work

and you were looking forward to have a movie date which he suprisingly agreed into (he was half asleep when you asked him to)

getting ready, you dressed in comfy pjs and prepared the snacks, and warm blankets.

you waited patiently on the couch for a few minutes

but those minutes turned into hours and he still wasn't home so you texted him with worriedly, asking him if he was almost home

after an hour, he finally called you, “i can’t come. i’ve already told you that i have to spend my time on practice and not on useless things, y/n.”

your eyes pricked as his words registered in your brain

you wanted to spend some time with him, and yet he only thinks it’s a waste.

you were used to this, basing from your past relationships so you weren't that surprised although you won’t deny that you were disappointed

because maybe you thought it was going to be different this time

why did you even expect?

understanding where this was coming from, you quickly gathered yourself and replied as you tried to keep your voice steady: “ah i’m sorry toshi. i’ll see you at home. love you.”

you ended the called not long before he can even answer, not trusting yourself enough to even hear his voice after what he just said without breaking down

you shut off your phone, dragged yourself in the bedroom and drifted off to sleep

it's been a week since and today was sunday, another one of his free days and though you wanted to ask him once again if he could stay in, you knew that he was still going to the gym despite that, so you opted to keeping it to yourself, saving yourself from further heartbreak.

your prediction was soon confirmed when you checked the time, it was already 8 PM. usually at this time, ushijima had already arrived home but ever since he’s been charged as a captain, he'd always arrive around quarter to eleven or even later.

you were completely understanding and didn't bother him as much since you didn't want him to feel like you're holding him back from doing what he likes to do

shaking your head off the thought, you scrolled through the list of movies, trying to find something to entertain you for the rest of the night as you slowly munched on the chips you bought from the grocery store earlier

but what you didn’t know is that a certain male kept all his attention on his phone, taking glances from time to time as he waited for you to spam his notifications like you usually do

but you don’t and he takes this as the aftermath of the harsh words he threw at you last week and his heart sinks to his stomach at the thought of you not being your usual self

so before heading back, he quickly stopped by a small bakery shop near the apartment to buy some of your favorite pastries and cookies, hoping you would appreciate his small gift

when he got home, the lights were off and you weren't anywhere in sight. worried, he quickly strode through the living room, only to see you sitting in the couch with a bag of chip on your hand

you stare at the sudden intrusion, not expecting the certain man to be home so early “ toshi? are you okay? did something happen at pra—“

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it”

you blinked as you tried to keep your tears at bay, not wanting to lower your guard down so easily, knowing what exactly he was apologizing for

“i apologize for my words last week, y/n. i promise you i do not mean it and i love spending my time with you, in fact i found myself enjoying it more than practice, which is quite unbelievable.”

you laugh a little at his words, suddenly feeling a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders “you know i’m only worried about you, right?”

“i know, i’m sorry.”

“and that i love you?”

“yes, i know that. i love you too.”

smiling, you usher him to sit beside you and he stumbles as he buries his face on your chest, finally having the rest he’s been missing the whole time.

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REQUEST 4 STOLASSSSS

so stola's bf is like another father to octavia since he has known stolas since they were kids

octavia absolutely knows thay this man is head over heels for her dad since they were little, but he's afraid to say anything bc he knows stolas is in love w blitzo.

"you're being mean, stop it. i have been second to him my whole life in everything and i will not be the one you settle for just because you two are cowards, i won't- i won't do it...not when i've spent my entire life loving you." kind of trope lol.

i kinda want this to have a good ending but my brain cannot think of smth 😭 if u know a way to give it a good ending then please do but if not then just full angs HAHA.

Note: It took me a second to understand that trope since when I read this I woke up like 9 minutes ago 👍🏽 and it’ll most likely end with angst since I haven’t written any in F O R E V E R

Character(s): Stolas

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: SFW (angsty kind)

Warning(s): None

Edited: ❌

You’ve known Stolas since the two of you were practically in diapers. Well, since you were in diapers since he was 2-3 years older than you.

But growing up, you always looked up to him and saw him as a really cool person, so cool to the point you subconsciously gained feelings for him, but never knew about them till your early teen years.

To you, and only to you, Stolas was perfect in every way imaginable.

That changed after Blitzø came along. He had began to slowly stop talking to you or being around you. But when he was around you it was Blitzø this, Blitzø that.

Every conversation you two would have he would always bring up Blitzø. Of course, you never tried to show whenever he talked to him it stung, deeply. But Octavia had noticed.

Her being observant and knowing you since she was a baby came in handy. She would notice how you would slightly sulk before pretending. She also knows how in love you are for her father.

It’s very obvious, but I think Stolas is too in love with Blitzø to notice. “I know you’re in love with my dad.” Octavia said as she mashed her cereal with her spoon, making you stiffen up with wide eyes.

“Whaaa? I am not.” You said with a small huff making her giggle.

“It’s very obvious you love him, Y/n. I’ve known you for a long time to know this.” She said, a soft smile on her lips.

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? I won’t mind having another father figure in my life.” She said before putting some cereal into her mouth. You blinked owlishly before sighing.

“I..I want to..but I’m scared… Scared he’s going to reject me and hate me for liking him because he loves that stupid imp..” You said and held your head in your hands, lightly tugging at your hair.

Octavia frowned deeply. She didn’t know how deep your feelings were for her father so all she could do was rub your back and try to reassure you and to not think that.

“Um, Y/n?” Stolas said making you quickly sit up and turn your head to him. “Yes?” You said, a smile on your lips.

“Can I talk to you?” Stolas asked and Octavia took her cereal and left since she doesn’t want to hear to the conversation you two were going to have. “Um..sure? What’s up?” You questioned him, getting out of your seat and stood in front of him.

Stolas inhaler and exhaled through his nose before making direct eye contact with you. “I love you.” He suddenly said making your eyes wide.

“I know you love me as a friend-” “No..I love you not as a friend, Y/n.” Stolas said as he cupped your cheek in his hand. Your whole body was filled with goosebumps as you took two steps back.

“No… No you don’t.” “But I d-” “No you don’t!!” You shouted making his eyes go wide. “You love Blitzø..not me..” You whispered out.

“You’re being mean, Stolas. Why are you telling me this now all of a sudden, huh? I have been second to him my entire life in every single thing.. You only talked about him and never sought out my own feelings when talking about that imp!-” You said, slightly fumbling your words before taking a breather.

“I-” You held a finger up making him stop what he was going to say.

“I won’t..I won’t be and I don’t want to be the second option, Stolas. Not when I have spent so many years loving you because I looked up to you. I don’t want to live with the guilt of being seconds to someone. I won’t be the one you settle for..just because you can’t have him…” You sniffled, tears started to blur your vision. Being the second option stung. Deeply.

Stolas telling you he loves you out of the blue felt as if someone was squeezing your heart..but not in the good way. “I..I didn’t know you felt that way Y/n… I’m sorry..” Stolas said his eyes softening a tad.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it Stolas.. I think it’s best if we leave things here..” You said and wiped away the tears that fell on your cheeks.

“But, Y/n-” You didn’t allow him to say what he wanted to say as you left through the front door and slammed it shut. Stolas sighed as he dragged him back against the wall slightly.

“You really messed up this time.” Octavia said, getting her father’s attention.

“It was so obvious he loved you, but you never acknowledged it..“ Octavia mumbled before going back upstairs to her room leaving Stolas to think back to when you’d make certain romantic gestures, but he never acknowledged them indeed.

[sashi-ya]

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𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Anonymous 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍: 𝙷𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒! 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐!! 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷0? 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍! 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝐓𝐰: nsfw. watersports (urine). written really subtly and not that explicitly, meaning that imo is not "gross". However if you don't enjoy this kink, do not read. kinda of omorashi. golden rain on his dick. riding kisuke. masturbation. 𝐰𝐜: 745 ➡ hentober masterlist

"Kisuke, let me go" "Just a little more, (Name)-san ~

Outside is pouring rain, even though some sunrays tint the raindrops in pure gold. You just woke up from a wild night with the shop owner. And, despite what you could think of, he is not satisfied yet.

It feels as if you were about to lose control. And indeed, you are. Kisuke Urahara’s fingers skilfully works on your sex, over your panties. He traces circles on your clit, getting the fabric of your pink culotte wet.

“Why are you squirming so much? I haven’t even moved this” he says, pulling from the elastic of your panties. “I told you- I- I need to go to the bathroom” you moan.

The blonde genius smirks and giggles in your ear, he is right behind you. Kisuke has trapped you and both are now kneeling on the mattress. Waking up with him it’s fun. As fun as the night before.

“No but really, really- Please” you plead, your bladder is about to burst, but his fingers already working so perfectly in and out of you.

Urahara bites your shoulder, you smell still some traces of his sweet manly perfume lingering in the air. “See, I have studied human bodies for as long as I can remember and my gigais aren’t different from them… women have better orgasms if they have it full” he mumbles, pressing your lower belly all of a sudden.

You put your eyes white. Why is he that way? And why he knows exactly how to make you reach heaven every time?

A few warm drops wet his hand; you are sure he enjoys making you suffer. “Stop- Urahara Kisuke or I’ll…” you whine, not sure if you are hating or loving such torture. Your muscles tense, your belly kinda hurts. You need to go, or you will burst.

“Your bed will…” you mumble, as he begins to pump with beckoning motions, in and out and up and down your core. “Get wet, yes! That’s right, (Name)-san ~” he sings, perversely and so lustfully.

You widen your eyes; Yes. He is definitely enjoying it…His free hand pinches your nipple and you know that soon you will end up losing the battle against pleasure and your physiological needs.

“Come on… come for me” he urges you, hitting a sweet spot that both makes you moan and suffer. “No… I- don’t… don’t fucking press th-“ you beg, as if he really cared.

“Heh… look at my forearm… it’s still dry! Come on!” he goes faster, now constantly pressing your lower abs, forcing you to lose control drop by drop.

Mortified, you know exactly that keep resisting is completely futile and you decide to give him exactly what he wants.

“What- do you- want? Huh?” you pant, catching his attention, allowing your pelvic muscles to rest for a little bit. “On my dick, please?” he asks, smiling at you with that cute innocent façade that hides a pervert inside.

You sigh and turn around. Pushing him and crawling over his lap, he gets extremely excited for it. Your nails carve marks on his pale chest, and as lewdly as he is, a smirk draws on your face.

“I’m not cleaning the sheets after this” you tell him, taking your panties off. “I will. I promise” he swears, even if of course that was a complete lie.

Kisuke jerks off while you relieve yourself, the warmth of your inner fluids making the man beneath you bite his lip in pure pleasure.

“I love you ~” he mumbles, being a total inmate of prurience. “I love you too” you smile, feeling your muscles sore but your sex throbbing, pleading for more. The wet mess of your honeys mixed with your relief does not scare you, and all you can think off is to ride your lover.

You softly hit his hand away, taking now the control over his reddish dick, so wet from your pee and his own precum. A few pumps you give to him before guiding it right inside you. You let your hips fall over his lap, feeling his sex impale you deeply.

“I hope the rule of the full bladder also applies to you, Kisuke…” you tell him, perversely smiling as you begin moving up and down and around with your hips.

“Let’s see if it does, my sweet (Name)-san…” he moans, so ready to fill you up this time…

[untitledarea]

Clothing Choice | Steve Harrington

Untitled’s Prompt Writing List #1/4 - Fluff  || Masterlist

{0.7k} #31 - “You snuck into my room, at 4am…to cuddle?”

warning: swearing

a/n: I’m not even sure if this is fluff, considering the unexpected turn I went into. How is it? I haven’t written in soooo long and I feel like my writing has been so rusty. (And YES I AM going to say it) - English is really not my first language ahhh punctuation and tense damn you  oh unedited (I’m bad at editing ahhh)

-x-

"Steve...Stevie," you whispered, softly nudging your boyfriend's shoulder as he stirred awake from the comfort of his bed.

"W-what?" He blinked his eyes, adjusting to the shadow silhouette that is formed next to the light coming from his bedroom window.

"Baby, can I have some cuddles?" You continued in a hushed voice.

"Y-Y/N, babe what are you doing here?" He asked as he slowly lifts to sit himself up on his bed. He anchored his arm down to reach for his lamp light.

"Your window was open and I--couldn't sleep" you confessed, playing with the hem of your t-shirt. Before cringing at the sudden burst of light igniting between you two.

"And you came up to the second floor, wearing that on the way?" His brows connected in the middle as he eyed your figure, top to bottom. Only to observe you wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that he had given you previously that you never gave back and socks that were mismatched in length and colour.

Living across your boyfriend’s house has its perks like late night snuggles, but not this late.

"No one is awake at this time of the hour Stevie," You reasoned, hopefully, he could come into his senses and let you come retreat to his warm embrace.

"But you still wore that coming up here" He pointed out at your choice of garment to abandon your house.

“I know it is improper-”

“Yeah, and it's only for me to see,” he scoffed softly, hoping that you wouldn’t catch what he said. 

You rolled your eyes at his idiotic possessiveness before you stated, "I have undies on."

“That’s even worse!” He exclaimed, pointing with both of his hands down. He dropped his shoulders in defeat as he sighed, "What time is it?" he asked as he rubbed the sleep off his eyes, before leaning towards the wall clock across his bed.

"4 am."

"4 am? Y/N, you snuck into my room. At 4 am…to cuddle" He stated, a matter factly.

"I don’t think I’m really asking for much as your girlfriend Steve Harrington,” you pouted, settling your hands on your hips. An inch rose from your t-shirt resulting in your upper thighs being more exposed for the man’s wandering eyes around your tempting physique, “Dustin is messing around with signals on the walkie-talkie trying to reach Suzie, switches of frequencies woke me up in my sleep. It scared the shit out of me."

He chuckled, "Why wouldn’t you just turn it off you silly girl," throwing up his blanket open as an invitation to join him in bed.

"Because you know I can’t do that considering all the shenanigans that little shit gets himself into all the time," You scoffed, before retreating down to the warm comfort of his bed and his bare chest glued to your clothed back. Still, you can feel the familiar cosiness that you have grown to indulge in whenever you have the chance.

"That's true, you are right about that," he snickered, curling back the blanket above the two of you, snuggling close against each other to appease the close contentment. Closing his arms around your front and his legs mimicking the bends of your legs.

"Sorry I woke you up," you spoke, moulding your hands on top of his where they laid on your front.

He puffed, “It’s fine babe, don’t worry about it,” nestling his face in the crook of your neck-

“Damn,” you cringed, forcing yourself to face yourself towards him and his eyes widen from your sudden movement, “did I just wake you up at the wrong side of the bed or something?” you questioned, quickly scrambling out of his embrace-

"No!” He groaned, yanking your body back down in the sheets with his arms, only this time with your body facing towards him.

“Steve!”

“No, I'm not letting you!" He sulked, again nestling his face back into the crook of your neck.

"Well, it sounded you didn’t want me-"

"Shhhh, no. Y/N you are already here, and you need to have a proper sleep and you're best off getting one with me than Dustin messing with your beauty sleep," he demanded, tightening his grip so that you wouldn’t break again from his embrace.

“Then why are you so cranky then,” you exclaimed, looking at the wall right across you trying to decipher why this man resting in your comfort is in a bizarre mood.

“Y/N, look at what your wearing” he eyed, you didn’t see him do it but you can tell.

“What about it?” You dry fully laughed, "I told you, no one will be awake-"

"My eyes only," he firmed, grasping his hands down to your panties that clung tightly to your ass before resting them lower to the creases of your bottom.

"You Dingus."

[aquanova99]

୨⎯ 180° ⎯୧

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

Summary: reader happens to see Edward and Bella’s dramatic reunion in New Moon. Volturi also have to bring her to the throne room where she meets her new mate. What will she choose to do?

A/N: oh my god I’m so sorry I haven’t written in so long. Life, you know? I promise I’ll keep trying to put stuff out more consistently.

A/N: this is not my best work but its been in the drafts for a hot minute. Thank you for reading and sorry for any mistakes. As always requests are open!!

Running into a secret vampire organization was not something on your to do list when visiting Italy. One of your last stops was Volterra, there was a festival going on that day. Everyone was in weird cloaks. I guess now looking back on it, it was extremely elaborate. You’d been close to the castle when you saw a girl running through the fountain. She ran straight towards a man in one of the robes, he looked different. Before she reached him he stepped forward and for a split second you could swear his skin was glowing. It wasn’t human.

Next thing, you knew you woke up in a strange place. How you ended up here you couldn’t be sure. You weren’t awake for long when someone came in. Objectively speaking, he was the most attractive guy you’d ever seen.

“Sorry mia cara. I’m sure you have many questions. I will answer them all later. Right now we need you to answer some questions for us. Would you follow me?”

Whose us? Was the first thing that popped in your mind. Realistically you wouldn’t be able to say no. Even if you did and tried to get out. You had no idea where you were. And this man looked the same as the one in the plaza. His skin tone was a bit different but the same smooth appearance. Except his eyes were blood red. As much as you felt safe around him, there was something he was very clearly leaving out.

“Is everything okay?”

“Not really. But I’m good. Lead the way I guess”

You were led to a throne room, you were surrounded by red eyes. There were three people in the center. The one from the plaza, the girl who ran towards him and a smaller girl. Only the man turned to look at you, and he terrified you more than everyone else. He looked at you like was trying to find something in you.

“Ah welcome my dear.” The one in the middle said to you

“Uhm hi? Did I do something?”

“Not to worry, we won’t harm you.” The ‘you’ was pointed, maybe nothing would happen to you but something is definitely about to happen to somebody else, “my name is Aro, these are my brothers Caius and Marcus. Before I ask any questions, Edward would you come forward you seem uneasy.”

The one from the plaza stepped forward. He extended his hand.

“Interesting. Two people immune to our gifts.”

The taller girl glared at you. All of a sudden all eyes were on you again. Caius smiled at you.

“What’s your name, and where are you from?”

“Uhm I’m y/n, I’m not really from anywhere I’ve always moved from place to place. I was born in the states and I’ve been going around Europe for the past two years?”

“Well y/n. Could you do me a favor and tell me what you saw today at the festival?”

This is what they wanted to know? Just what were these people.

“Well…” you turned back to look at Edward and the other girl. Her eyes had gone from fury to pleading. They expected me to lie. Yeah, no. You didn’t even know these people and this Edward looked like he wanted to kill you. The small one started freaking out.

“What if Bella stays? Can we go?” She offered, the other girl looked like her whole soul was crushed. Edward wasn’t having it.

“Not a chance Alice.” He hissed.

She sighed, “nevermind. It’s too late now. Thanks a lot.” She crossed her arms. She went up to Aro and offered her hand as well.

“Why are you blocking me?” He snarled

Aro nodded and turned back to me, “my dear if you could continue. Sorry for all the interruptions.”

“Well all I know is that, I was by the castle and that girl was running through the plaza. I’m surprised I’m the only one who saw them. The girl ran through a fountain. I don’t know what I saw I just know the ginger over there started half sparkling.”

The attractive vampire next you grinned. “Masters she has answered your questions. May I escort her back to her room?”

“Of course Demetri.” So that was his name. You followed him out of the room. It wasn’t long after the doors closed that you heard a ridiculous amount of crashing, like boulders cracking.

“So can I ask questions now…or am I supposed to keep finding things out by listening to conversations?” You could tell he was leading you back to the original room you’d woken up in

“Sorry about that cara. I know everything has been rather rushed. What would you like to know?”

“Well first what exactly are you?”

“Straight to the important questions I see.” He chuckled

“That’s not an answer.”

“You aren’t going to believe me.”

“Look it’s clear you aren’t human so whatever it is, just out with it. please.” Not to be rude but it’s been a long day, you thought

“Vampires.”

“Okay cool.” You tried to think of another question, but honestly your mind was still wrapping itself around the fact that vampires existed.

“Cool?”

“I mean I think? I’m assuming all the legends about you aren’t true?”

“No they aren— I’m sorry, you seem oddly okay with this.”

“Well when I woke up in a strange room my first thought wasn’t vampires it was humans with bad intentions.”

His eyes went wide, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t even think about how that would seem!”

You let out a giggle, he really was cute all flustered “It’s fine, nothing happened. So, why are you in charge of babysitting me?” Not that you minded.

“Errr. Uhm,” he ran his hand through his hair, “you’re sort of my mate?”

“Okay…lots of follow up questions. Mate? Me? Explain please.”

“It’s hard to explain, well maybe not but it’s a lot to take in. Mates are exactly what it sounds like. Two people pretty much made for eachother. Once mates have met it becomes impossible for them to really be apart, especially on the vampire side.” He started to freak out again, “not that I would force you to stay or anything.”

You nodded, “Not like I have much of a choice though right?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Well you guys called me in there to prove that I saw something I wasn’t supposed to. Which means I shouldn’t know about you guys. So why would I be able to leave?”

He sighed, “well you could leave. But not as a human.”

“…I have to become a vampire.”

“I’m sorry cara.”

You should have probably been terrified, but I guess the mate thing was true because you just wanted to keep hanging out with Demetri. “So what happens when I turn? And also why did that main guy said Edward couldn’t read me?”

Demetri just stared at you for a minute, “what?” You asked him

“I just—I don’t know if I should be impressed you seen so relaxed or worried you aren’t seeing things clearly.”

“It’s death or death. Not very hard to get. I’m hoping one has more perks, and considering I have a very cute mate I’m leaning towards changing.”

Demetri was taken aback. “You-you’ll stay?”

“It is every girls dream to be a princess isn’t it? Living in a castle with my own personal Prince Charming? Sounds like fun.”

“It’s not all fun amore. The change is painful. And there’s a chance I’d be gone a lot because of my gift. I mean if you’re gifted maybe you could come with me but that would be dangerous too.”

“Gifts?”

“Vampires with extra abilities. When your turned you’ll gain incredible strength and speed, you’ll pretty much be indestructible…but others have additional abilities. I can track anyone I’ve met. The twins Jane and Alec, she can make you feel pain and Alec can make you feel nothing at all. There’s more too but…”

“Do I have a gift? They mentioned something about me being immune to something.”

“There’s a good chance.”

“Well okay then.”

“I’m sorry?”

“So when do we get this all over with?”

“You want to do it now?” He was joking but the idea wasn’t all bad.

“Now, later, the result is the same. I’ve lived a pretty okay life. It’d be fun to do it again without any worries.”

“I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation darling.” You rolled your eyes, this was getting ridiculous. You had yourself back in the room you woke up in.

“So make me.” You told him

“What?”

“Make me understand.”

He smirked, “Gladly.”

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[iiconicxpersona]

The Black Dress

Jay White x Reader one shot

Warnings: cursing, hint of smut (18+ minors do not interact).

A/N: Ok so I haven’t written imagines in like forever and a half so excuse me if this isn’t that great lol. But if you want me to write more please let me know. ❤️

The history between Jay and Y/N goes further back than anyone really realizes. Although your relationship didn’t become public until after he was crowned the new leader of Bullet Club, you two actually met when he was still working as a young lion for New Japan. He was cleaning the gym equipment the same morning you decided to step in for a workout. From there he became your trainer and friend. You didn’t notice how hard you were falling for him until you were set up on the ring apron to distract Kenny Omega’s opponent and Kenny accidentally gave you the V-Trigger instead of Ishii. You fell backwards and Jay was there to catch you and break your fall. He carried you backstage and when you woke up he was still there and holding your hand. You’ve been crazy about him since.

When he asked you to stand by him as his Queen, you figured he was just talking about a storyline for Bullet Club. That was the first night you two made love. “You’re finally mine now.” He whispered after sharing the most intense orgasm either of you ever had and sealed the deal with a kiss.

After all these years and even to this day, there is one thing you loved just as much as Jay’s affection: his possessiveness. It would mostly show when he would notice the guys staring at you a little too long for his liking. If it was up to Jay, he would be the only man on earth allowed to look at you and fantasize about all the bad things he wants to do when you two were alone. Even though he actually gets to live out his fantasies, he despised anyone who shared the same thoughts and God help those who dared to even speak about you that way.

The idea of being his little forbidden fruit turned you on so much, and sometimes a girl’s gotta have her fun. A week before leaving to the states to start filming for Forbidden Door, you decided to go shopping and look for an outfit that was really going to make an impression and solidify your status as the Queen of Bullet Club, and that’s when you found the perfect black dress.

The dress hugged your curves in all the right places with slits all the way down on both sides of the skirt to expose your legs. The top corset was strapless, but long black sleeves were attached on either side with holes to slip your thumbs through. You wore your hair down and wavy, and it bounced with each step you took. Finally you sealed the look with your black red bottom stilettos and your favorite perfume. You couldn’t deny that even you found yourself hot after looking in the mirror, but you definitely noticed just how hot everyone else found you too.

“Ho-ly shit (y/n)! Are you trying to get women to hate you? Because for sure their men are gonna be picturing you tonight instead of them.” Karl joked as he lowered his sunglasses to check you out while the rest of the guys stared and whistled.

You blushed at the positive feedback but before you even had a chance to answer, Jay slowly walked straight towards you and looked at all of the BC members -whom began scattering away the second he arrived—. “All right that’s enough. Nothing to see here that belongs to you.” He warned.

You bit your lower lip to (unsuccessfully) hide your smile, but Jay’s face remained vacant as his eyes wandered all over your body. His eyes finally locking with yours as he licked his lips and stepped closer until your back was pressed against the wall. Jay’s hands cupped both sides of your face and his body was pressed so close to you that it made it a bit difficult to breathe. If that wasn’t enough, the sudden passionate yet intense kiss managed to suck out the last bit of air that was left in your lungs. He always knew how to take your breath away.

Your body mindlessly reacted to his touch. Pulling him even closer with one hand cupping his soaking wet hair to the back of his neck while the other hand found its way to squeeze his firm ass cheek over his tight ring pants. His hands roamed all the way to your ass to give a hard squeeze before suddenly gripping the back of your knees and lifting you up. Your legs instantly wrapping around his waist. Once he started sucking and biting at your neck, your eyes opened and you could see almost everyone staring and you couldn’t help but giggle in slight embarrassment. “Jay, everyone’s watching us.” You whispered.

“Good. Let them watch. I want them all to know that you’re mine.” He growled in your ear before biting even harder on your neck. For sure that was going to leave a mark. Your back arched off the wall, pushing yourself deeper into his embrace. You couldn’t help but moan in both pain and pleasure. He pulled his head back enough to make eye contact. “You knew exactly what you were doing by wearing this dress. If I didn’t have a match coming up, I’d fuck your brains out right here right now.”

A whimper escaped your lips and your need for him turned into a crave. It wasn’t helping either that his jacket was slipping off of his strong shoulders and he had no shirt on underneath. You bit your lip as your hands caressed his chest and he smiled at you. He made you so hot for him and he knew it.

Suddenly his hands gripped tightly at your wrists as your legs fell off of his waist. Your heels barely catching their fall. He pinned your wrists above your head and his eyes became dark with lust. A look you knew all too well and it made your heart pound hard against your rib cage. His thoughts were pretty loud and clear at this moment and had it not been for Fale calling his name to let him know his match was about to start, there was no doubt he would’ve kept his word.

“I’ll be right there!” Jay called back to Fale before focusing his attention back on you. “Wait for me back here. I’ll take good care of you when I get back.” His grip loosened at your wrists and guided them to his bare chest.

“You sure you won’t be too tired? You are facing three other guys out there.”

He chuckled at your response. “I am the champ for a reason, beautiful. You know better than anyone I can go all night long.” He takes one more look at your dress. “I hope this wasn’t expensive, ‘cause you’re not gonna be able to wear it again after tonight.” He smirked before gripping your hair and pulling you in for one more intense kiss.

“Jay! Come on man you’re up next! You can fuck Y/N later!” El Phantasmo shouted, causing both of you to laugh in the kiss before Jay finally let you go.

“Yes you will.” You said before he pushed himself off of the wall and winked at you. You stood there catching your breath and watched as he struts away to the apron. God even his confidence was so sexy. You’ve never felt so in love before.

[softjakehoon]

My Roommate Who Uses an XL Condom pt. 1

pairing: Jay/Reader

includes: slight edging, deep throat, cum in mouth, rough sex, breeding kink, roommate sex

warning: this is a written smut, if you don’t like reading stuff like this, scroll down for your sake please it’s not that complicated, thank you. 

also, this was inspired by a manga called "Joushi no Asoko wa XL size" and it's the part about the xl condom thingy, which would be on the second part though. and of course, our y'n being a product reviewer. the rest are based on my imagination.

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You've been searching for a part-time job for a couple of hours now, but most of the jobs available are full-time shifts. You're in your fourth year in college and you're pretty much occupied with all of the school works and activities that's why you resigned from your previous customer service job. You have no choice but to choose a job that will allow you to manage your own time. It's not like you wanted to do this out of boredom. You have to support yourself to afford your tuition fees and daily expenses. Your parents are both senior citizens so you had to work right after you turned 18.

"Product reviewer? No way, this sounds too good to be true."

One-week deadline per product.

Flexible work schedule. 

Salary offer $1000 per review.

You didn't hesitate to submit your application. You have to get this job or you won't be able to pay rent. You don't even have anything to eat for this week. You sighed at your current situation. You went to the shower room to clean up before going to bed. 

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You woke up around 8 am, starving. You went to the kitchen to find something to eat. You were surprised to see the fridge full of actual food to eat. 

"Am I dreaming? How is the fridge full of food when it was empty last night?" You grabbed a tub of marinated beef and began cooking. 

"Fuck, when was the last time I ate meat? I've only been eating ramen and junk food lately. No wonder I feel like shit." You laughed at your own misery. You were cut off by the sound of the door opening. You don't remember inviting anyone over to your apartment. You don't have a roommate as well so you started to feel nervous. 

"Who is it?" You shouted while chewing on the meat you wrapped with lettuce. 

You turned your head around to see a man around your age wearing all black and a frown on his face. 

"Who are you?" He asked you back. 

"I asked you a question first. Why do you have a key to my apartment?" This time, you went to speak to him up close. You're near-sighted so you wanted to see him up close. 

"I'm Jay. I moved in last night. Are you my roommate?" He kept his cold expression. 

He's handsome as fuck, but cold as hell. You thought to yourself. Too bad. 

"Oh, that must be why the fridge is full this morning. Fuck, sorry I cooked the beef bulgogi just now. I will pay you back once I get paid from my job." You looked down from embarrassment. 

"That's alright." He didn't even bother to ask your name and went to his room. You didn't want to bug him about it since you still owe him a tub of beef so you just shrugged your shoulder and finished your breakfast. 

While eating, you checked on your email for updates. 

"Holy fuck." Your jaw dropped upon reading an email. It was from the company you applied to last night. You got the job, and you're starting today. 

You signed the contract immediately and submitted all the needed requirements. Your first product will arrive in the afternoon so you couldn't help but be excited while washing the dishes. 

After doing the dishes, you decided to do the laundry. You've been going braless in the apartment when you were still alone but you have a male roommate now so you can't do that anymore. You needed to wash them. 

"Fuck, I ran out of shorts as well? What have I been doing all this time to forget doing my laundry?"

You decided to wear an oversized almost see-through white shirt and black underwear. 

While you were putting your clothes in the front load washing machine, you heard him pretending to cough. 

You dropped the clothes upon hearing that and looked around to see him piercing you with his eyes staring straight at your body. 

"What do you think are you doing?" He said, raising his eyebrows. 

"I'm doing my laundry. Are you blind?" You looked to your side, afraid of meeting his eyes. 

He stood in front of you, "I'm not. In fact I'm very much pleased of what I'm seeing right now." You gulped when he touched your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. 

"What are you doing?" You're starting to get nervous, or turned on. You don't know anymore. Is it because you haven't had sex for so long now? Fuck, you know you can't have sex with your roommate. You know damn well how it would end since your ex was also your roommate before. 

"I'm making you look at my face. Ever since we met you've been avoiding my gaze." He smirked at you, turning you on even more. 

"T-that's because you look scary, dude. Geez, get your hands off me or I will punch your face so I won't have any reason to look at it." You tried to push him away only for him to corner you on the wall with his arms locking you in. 

"Don't call me that. Or I will kiss you right now." You knew he wasn't bluffing. But for some reason, you wanted to kiss him as well. So you called him that. 

"Stop playing around, dude. Can't you see I'm busy doing someth-" You were cut off by his lips on yours. It stayed still for a short moment as if he was trying to see how you would react. But when he sensed you closing your eyes, he began to move his lips along with yours.

It was a sweet and passionate kiss as if he knew you all his life. It felt so good, you couldn't help but pull his hair, making the kiss deeper. His right hand holding your face along with your jaw, his left hand holding your waist, keeping you close to his body. You could feel your core starting to get wet from the heat that you're feeling, making you rub your thighs together. Taking the hint, Jay placed his knee in the middle and closed the distance between your body. You're now grinding on his thighs, desperately looking for friction and release. 

"Are we just gonna kiss all day or are you going to fuck me?" You pulled away from the kiss and chased your breath.

"I thought you said you're busy." He smirked again. 

"Well now I'm not." You kissed him again, this time with so much lust and desire. Jay is incredibly handsome, he's tall and has a nice body as well. Normally, you don't hang out with guys like him because you know they're always into pretty girls, but you don't want to think about it for now. 

"Relax, baby. I'll get you nice and ready first." He grabbed your breasts as soon as he removed your shirt, sucking on your nipples while his right hand palming your core. 

"I guess I don't even need to. You're soaking wet already. Is this all for me, babe?" He removed your last piece of clothing and slipped two fingers inside you. 

"Fuck, Jay. Shut up already and put it in.” You can't help but moan as he slips his fingers in and out of you.

“Stop bossing me around, brat.” There was a sudden change in his aura, his fingers thrusting in and out of you now roughly. 

“Damn it, I wanna cum on your cock, please. Fuck me already.” You begged. You’re about to reach your climax under his touch. All of a sudden, he removed his fingers making you bite your lips in frustration.

“What the hell? Why did you sto-” You were cut off when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing you down on your knees. He immediately removed his belt and tied your hands with it. You stared at him with your puppy eyes while waiting for him to remove his clothes.

He pumped his cock a couple of times before squeezing your cheeks, a sign for you to open your mouth. You were taken aback by the size of his cock in your tiny mouth. You can’t even touch him to support yourself, so he was holding you by your hair and fucking your mouth as he wants. 

“See, this is what your mouth is for. It’s not for you to talk back, or be a brat. This mouth is meant for my cock.” Tears pooled in your eyes as the tip of his dick hits your throat every time he would thrust. You were able to get rid of your gag reflex, thanks to your ex.

“Fuck, how are you so good at this? I fucking love your mouth. You’ve got no gag reflex? Fucking insane, ahh.” He’s growling at this point. You can tell he’s close as the veins in his dick are getting more prominent and it’s twitching inside your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” After a couple of thrusts, he came down your throat. You gladly swallowed his cum, making sure nothing goes to waste.

“Shit, brat. You better remember how I taste.” He said, untying your hands from his belt. He helped you to stand, kissing you while placing you on top of the counter. 

He took no time in aligning himself into your core. He gathered your wetness using the tip of his dick and finally pushed it in. You can definitely feel the stretch but the pleasure goes beyond the pain at this point. You were moaning softly against his ear. 

“Fuck, you feel so tight around me.” His thrust getting steady and rougher each time.

“You feel so good, Jay. I’m gonna cum.” You’re finally getting the release he denied you earlier.

“That’s right, cum on my cock.” You moaned in response. Your walls tightening around him even more, making him meet his nearing climax for the second time.

“Cum with me, Jay. Come inside me, please.” You were on birth control anyway. You were on an injectable contraceptive and it’s still in effect ‘til now. You will probably need to ask him if he’s fucking around later on but you really wanted to have his cum inside you. Hearing you beg for his cum was music to his ears. After easing you from your high with a couple of thrusts, he came right after. You felt his dick twitch inside you, his cum spreading heat in your walls. He pulled out seconds after, making his cum leak out of you.

Jay swore he took a mental image of it in his mind. You looked so hot, all fucked out because of him. You, on the other hand, waited for him to help you get off the counter.

Which he didn’t do. He put on his clothes and went straight to the bathroom to clean himself. 

“What a jerk. Did he just leave me here after all that?” You tried not to feel too disappointed. Still, it made you feel angry. He could’ve at least helped you. “I’m never having sex with you again, asshole.” You said just enough for him to hear you in the bathroom.

Author’s note: Jay’s point of view will be on the second part. He’s a gentleman pls.

[angryandethnic]

Sydney x Carmy High School AU -Whisky Business.

Rating : M ( idk the is use of the word “fuck”

Summary: Carmen and Sydney continue to work on their home economics project at Sydney’s house. Childhood nicknames and whisking ensue.

Notes: It’s me again! With part two of The Bear high school AU. Haven’t written fiction since I was in high school so constructive criticism is appreciated.

Ps sorry I’m too gutless to write a sex scene. 😅

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Carmy has to resist the urge to fold in under himself under the sharp and withering gaze of Mr. Adamu.

“What’s your name kid?”

“C-c-carmen” he can feel his voice cracking. Jesus Christ is he in ninth grade again. He can feel his face heating up. It’s all he can do not to study the tops of his scuffed up shoes.

“What’s the project … Sydney-Bee said something..”Mr. Adamu is scratching his chin, snapping his fingers trying to recall. His voice trailing off , absent minded

Carmen could feel his head snap up like lighting. Head turning like a dog trying to hear a whistle. Confusion struck first, delight fast on its heels. Sydney-Bee . Sydney Bee . It buzzed around his skull joyously. Uncontainable

“Uh Sydney-Bee?” Carmen struggles to keep a straight face. Mr. Adamu does not seem like the kind of man who appreciates mirth from a scruffy looking white boy on his door step.

Sydney-Bee fuckin Bee. His heart flutters a bit. The butterflies in his stomach swarm and swoop. They flutter right pass the guilt at the sudden peek into something so personal about Sydney . landing on the flowers of fascination and fixation.

“Yeah we’re going to pretend that didn’t happen” Sydney as sudden as an apparition over her father’s shoulder. The smile she gives Carmy is weary and pleading almost saying “ can you believe this guy?”

“It’s a cooking class dad” Sydney huffs.

“Oh, well come in.” Mr. Adamu claps him on the back with a relieved smile. Apparently being a boy from a class with aprons renders Carmen a ‘safe boy’ in Mr. Adamu’s book.

Sydney raises her eyebrows and mouths “sorry” over her father’s shoulder. The smile he gives back is reflexive, subconscious, as with everything related to her second nature.

Second nature like the text he sent her geometry class. “Chocolates over played. Leeks?”

Second nature like the way he always seems to find her in the hallway during the change of classes. Exchanging shy half smiles and raises in the midst another one of Richie’s long ass meandering stories about study hall.

Second nature like the gentleness with which he cradled her hand in home economics- applying a bandaid after what Sydney dubbed the ‘Mandolin incident.’ He hadn’t let her hand go immediately, turning it over in his palms, studying the elegance of her fingers, the shape of her nails.

Second nature like the dream he had the same night of Sydney’s chipped polish, hand wrapped around him, and her giggle in his ear. He woke up sweating and hard. At breakfast, Sugar had been irate that morning, demanding to know if he planned to use up all the hot water in Chicago for his morning shower. Mikey had just ruffled his hair and gave a knowing laugh. “You’re fucked bro”

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Standing in the middle of Sydney’s kitchen shoulder to shoulder feeling the warmth radiating off of her Carmy realized Mikey was right he was well and truly fucked.

He couldn’t help but sweep his eyes over her form. She looked so much more casual than at school, soft shorts loose around her thighs. Faded vintage Bulls tank top. Carmen clenched his fingers around the whisk. Trying not to think about the how the fabric would feel against his hands.

Carmen couldn’t help but feel excited ? Flattered? Trusted? He couldn’t decide, just the thought of being at in her domestic orbit made him smile to himself.

“You good?” Sydney’s eyes flitted from his to the bowl. “Are you trying to turn the whipped cream into butter? Like is this a colonial Williamsburg thing”

“ oh shit” he could feel his face burning. The whipped cream thick enough to make mortar. A reward for day dreaming about Syd’s shoulders in a tank top. God since when did shoulders turn him on?!

“Sorry” he shook his head, trying to dislodge more thoughts about shoulders and how the long strong backs of Sydney’s thighs flexed everytime she bent over to grab a bowl from the lower cabinet.

“Soooooo” Sydney tapped a rhythmlessly on the countertops.

“Sooo” Carmen gave a airless chuckle turning to her.

“Fuck this is so embarrassing” Sydney blurts. Carmy can’t help but smile at the outburst.

Thank fuck, not the awkward one for once.

“More embarrassing than Sydney -Beeee” He doesn’t take his eyes off the his prep work. A grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

“ oh fuck you Berzatto” Sydney hisses without any venom. Her hands make contact with his chest in a playful shove. Carmen can’t discern if she plans pull him close or push him away.

Please pull. Pull . Pull

His hands close around her wrist gently. Keeping her anchored against his chest, his gaze unsure.His heart seems to be doing it’s damndest to evict itself via his rib cage. Can she feel it ?

“Carmy” it’s more of a sigh then a sentence. A question not a statement. Her eyes soft and curious.

“…yeah” Carmy can feel his smile sneaking out again.It feels like he’s smiled more since being Sydney’s project partner than he has in years.

“God, gonna make me do everything Carmy?” A tease. As she rolled her eyes shaking her head. Her braids bounced, and Carmy’s felt like a snake being charmed by the sway. His eyes tracing their movement.

He leaned closer, he could feel Sydney’s breath coming warm, soft and sweet against his face. Her brow furrowed in good natured frustration.

God he wanted to kiss her there, wanted to kiss her parted lips, wanted to kiss those slim shoulders, fuck he wanted to kiss her everywhere.

“ Nah, I meant it…” Carmen leaned closer, brushing his lips against hers. Gentle and tentative. He can feel Sydney’s body give a soft sway. A surprised squeak and he presses their lips together more firmly. Carmen is sure Sydney would deny the squeak to her dying breath.

“Whatever you want Syd. Whatever you want”

Pulling his head back-searching her face for hesitation-rejection. It was not his first kiss, that distinct dishonor belonged to Maria Delgado behind the bleachers in 8th grade. But he was no Michael.

He can feel himself staring unabashedly He’s greedy his eyes roaming, taking a mental picture of her up close. No longer content with the slide long glances and sneaky peaks from behind lockers.

This time Sydney closes the gap. Standing on her toes to press her lips open mouth and eager. Sliding her hands into his hair. Giving his hair a testing pull.

Carmen groans at the pull. Pressing his hips against Sydney’s with a shiver.

It’s Sydney who breaks the kiss first. Eyes sparkling, it’s all Carmy can do not to watch the heave of her chest as air escapes her lips in shallow pants. Carmen can see the tease in her eyes and knows he is once again well and truly fucked.

“Whatever I want Carmy ?” Her hands are in his hair again pulling. Carmy swears he would get on his knees for the sensation.

His hands wrap around her hips instinctively, drawn like a magnet. His hands giving a testing flex. This time it’s her turn to squirm, pressing her chest against his.

“Anything and everything, Syd”

[peachycoreroo]

I got a request! Boys in the morning after having ons, waking up in their bed with her. I feel like reactions would be really something ahahaha.

I was thinking about Oikawa, Miya twins, Satori, Kageyama and Kuroo — make it as a fluff, angst, smut, whatever, it's up to you!

characters: miya atsumu, miya osamu, kageyama tobio

genre: fluff, crack

word count: 0.9k

warnings: gn!reader, hinting at sex the night before

authors note: thank you for the request, i've seen your immense support for my blog and i'm very grateful, but i did change my rules to pls only pick three characters max for a request, so i just picked the three i haven't written for as much!! hope you still enjoy<3 here's a link to my masterlist

miya atsumu:

as atsumu slowly woke up, he didn’t even realize there was someone beside him at first. stretching his long limbs, he immediately retracted his hand as it came in contact with your arm.

luckily, you didn’t wake up, so the setter sat up to look at you properly. it suddenly hit him, that he took you home after he celebrated a win in a club with his team last night.

“wow, hotter than i remember”, atsumu mumbled under his breath, before snatching his phone and spamming the group chat with his twin and suna, about his nightly escapades with you.

ten minutes waiting for an answer turned into half an hour, making the male grow restless. why weren’t they replying? when he checked whether they had seen his messages, he was offended to learn they were outright ignoring him.

you woke up feeling great. who knew miya atsumu, the famous setter for msby, was even better looking in real life than on tv? plus, he definitely knew how to use what he was given.

sighing contently, you opened your eyes, looking at the other side of the bed, where the bleach-blond male slept, just so see him staring at his phone, propped up against the headboard and... pouting?

your eyes quickly scanned his naked, sculpted upper body before concentrating on his sulking expression. “uh, morning? what’s with the face?”, you asked, curious.

“ok, listen. i know i lied to ‘em a few times. sue me. but i wasn’t lyin’ this time! why are they ignorin’ me?”, the tall male whined, apparently distressed about someone ignoring his texts.

“huh?”, you dumbfoundedly asked, not quite sure where he was going with this. out of the blue, he excitedly turned towards you: “oh my god, can you pretend to sleep and i’ll snap ‘em a pic’ of ya? i just need to prove that yer real!”

“i- what?”

“…never mind, that sounded really creepy. so… ya wanna go grab some food?”

miya osamu:

after you came into the onigiri miya shop yesterday, you immediately hit it off with the owner himself, miya osamu. one thing led to another and you both ended up making out behind the counter after the shop closed, later continuing in his apartment.

waking up, the first thing that you noticed, was the delicious smell of coffee and pancakes. you still couldn’t wrap your head around catching miya osamu’s attention. not only was he tall, broad, and extremely attractive, he was also a great cook and a genuine, respectful guy.

you grabbed a nearby shirt of him and threw it on before making your way to the kitchen.

“that smells really good”, you complimented as you leaned against the doorway, trailing your eyes along his figure dressed in grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, not hiding any of his impressive length, and a cute apron tied around his toned torso.

as osamu turned his head towards you and his gaze fell upon you, clad in his shirt, he couldn’t help but smirk. “yer own personal onigiri miya breakfast. that’ll be fifty bucks”, the dark-haired male teased, as he put it down on the table, making you laugh.

while you were busy floating on cloud nine, seeing as miya osamu turned out to be the greatest guy you’ve ever had a one night stand with, the shop owner couldn’t resist sending atsumu a message, bragging about how good he got laid the night before.

after all, he could never pass up the opportunity of showing his twin who the better miya was.

kageyama tobio:

kageyama couldn’t believe his eyes. this was the first time he had a one night stand and it wasn’t to say it was bad, in fact, it was great, but he didn’t quite think it through the night before.

what was he supposed to do when you woke up? ask what you thought about last night? no, that’s douchey. be ready with breakfast? he was sure he would burn the toast because of his nervousness. what if you wanted to leave as soon as you woke up?

while the poor setter almost had a mental breakdown beside you, he didn’t even realize that you were already awake, gazing at him.

“hey, tobio, is everything alright?”, you asked concerned, as you placed a comforting hand on his bicep. suddenly, kageyama jumped out of the bad, making you squeak at the sudden movement. one moment he was mumbling “sorry”, and the next he was already locked up in his bathroom.

kind of perplexed, you decided to make breakfast for you both. what happened to the strong, confident kageyama tobio from the night before?

when he finally got back, he only said a quick thanks, before eating everything in silence. uncomfortable with him pretending you weren’t even there, making you feel as if he wanted you to leave, you decided to head home.

as you put on your shoes, the black-haired male finally seemed to find his confidence, as he scratched his neck, trying to control the blush that was slowly creeping up from his neck to his face.

“can i- can i have your number?”