#X-8 research center

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"Today the cafeteria will be serving… nothing, because I didn't build one. No cafeteria. No bathrooms. No swirlies. No chocolate pudding left in the chairs of brilliant minds. What are you going to do now RICHIE MARCUS?" -Doctor Borous, Fallout New Vegas

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[honeybeedrabble]

Kinktober Day 13: Size - Tutor!Miguel x AFAB!Reader 🎃

can you tell i hate my math class this sem ?? :D

CW: unspecified age gap (reader is in college miguel is in grad school), trauma inducing stats vocabulary, piv (unprotected don’t be stupid), creampie (don’t be stupid), mean miguel, harsh grabbing, fingering (kinda), finger sucking, general size difference.

18+ MDNI

It was getting late, you and your roommates Machi and Gale having dinner with you. You huffed, slumping in the chair you sat on.

“This is such bullshit, I’ve been stuck on this problem for like half an hour already. Nothing’s clicking.” You pushed your dinner aside and looked at Gale for reassurance. She tilted her head at you with a raised brow.

“Girl, you know damn well I’m not getting it either. Just call it quits for tonight, it's not due for another two days.” She said, sipping a chilled can of coke. 

“Oh, come on. Neither of us are understanding this shit. I mean, this symbol looks like a backwards three! I miss when math used to just have numbers,” you complained, squinting at the statistics homework in front of you.

“That looks ridiculous,” Machi laughed. “Never have I been more glad to be an arts major.” She said, getting up to put her dish away. 

“If it bothers you that much, why don’t you just visit the tutoring lab? I think they’re still open.” Gale said, grabbing your dish and following Machi to the sink. 

“Really?” You asked, checking your watch. 8 pm. 

“Hey, we pay thousands of dollars in tuition, okay? If they can’t stay open or help when students need it what's the point in taking all that money from us?” Gale shrugged. You sighed, standing up from your chair. 

“Well, I guess I better get moving if I want to make it to the tutoring center before 10. Let me know if you guys need anything while I’m out.” You grabbed your keys and left the apartment after grabbing your bag and slipping your shoes back on. 

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You arrived at the building, glass doors sliding open as you walked through them, the cold air conditioning giving you goosebumps. You walked over to the sign in sheet, looking through available tutors for the next hour or so. 

“Crap…” You sighed, looking through the sheets. It seemed like you needed an appointment before hand, at least electronically. 

There was the sound of laughter down the hall, you turned your head towards the sound. There was a much larger man along with a guy who seemed about your age. You recognized the shorter individual from your statistics class. 

“Well, I’m glad we could get your problem figured out.” The tall man said, a big hand patting the younger guy's back heavily. 

“Yeah, it only took us all night.” More laughter. 

“Hey, if its due in two days all night is nothing.” The tall, tanned man said. He was massive, you could practically see his muscles bulging underneath his white buttoned shirt. His chocolate hair slicked back, a few strands messily framing his face. You were in a trance when his almost red eyes met yours. You felt your face flush. 

“U-Uh, Hey! You’re in my statistics class arent you?” You asked the shorter guy, desperately avoiding the older mans gaze. The shorter guy said your name questioningly, you nodded. 

“Yeah, thats me.” You said, clutching your bag tighter. “So… you got help with the homework?” You asked, motioning to the taller man.

“Oh yeah, this is Miguel.” He said, patting Miguels back. 

“Hi, nice to meet you.” You said, grabbing his large hand and shaking it. You felt your palms become sweatier, his hand practically enveloping yours. “I didn’t see your name under the statistics sign up sheet.” You said, voice almost trembling. 

“Well as a grad student my major is scientific research so that's why I’m not under statistics.” He said, a slight smirk across his face, his grip on your hand becoming tighter. 

“O-oh,” you said softly. 

“But I use statistics in almost everything I do, so I can help out with any problems you’ve got if you need it.” 

“Miguel’s not a bad tutor, it only took us so long to finish cause I haven’t shown up to class in weeks.” Your classmate laughed. “I’ve got to get out of here but thanks for your help, man.” He waved before walking out the sliding doors into the dark night. 

You and Miguel turned to each other, you suddenly felt very nervous. 

“So… Would you… tutor me?” You asked, rubbing your arms for warmth. 

“Well, it's not quite 10 yet and I don’t have any other sign-ups, so why not?” He shrugged, walking down the hall with you following after him. 

You two walked down the hall, reaching a small study room at the end of it. 

“This is the room I reserved for the night, so don’t worry about anyone coming in here super late and trying to steal it from us.” He said, opening it up for you to walk through. 

You walked into the room, a table with a few chairs in the center with a whiteboard behind it. It seemed fine to you as you walked in, sitting down on a chair, slightly taken aback when it rolled underneath your weight. You looked down and noticed wheels at the feet of the chair. You looked up again when you heard the door shut, Miguel locking it behind him. 

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“And that's why your z score is going to be 20.99. Does that make sense?” He asked. You were fucked. 

The whole time you were supposed to be paying attention you were completely distracted by his being. He sat next to you, his large frame practically caging you in between him and the desk. He was everywhere, and if you weren’t staring directly at the paper, you were scared you were going to faint. You nodded, eyes looking down at the problem, refusing to tear away from the mathematical mess you made. 

“Yeah…”

“Then tell me how you got it.” He said, deep voice rumbling in his big chest. 

“Well, first you uh…” You circled a random number in the world problem then looked up at him with helpless eyes. He raised a brow. 

“You start with the standard deviation?” He asked, clearly unamused. 

“Well… You definitely use it somewhere…” You said half joking. Miguel was still unamused. He sighed deeply, throwing his head into his hand. 

“I’ll explain it one more time, okay?” He said, grabbing the pencil from your hand. His hand brushed against yours and held your pencil as if it were a toothpick to him. “So, we’ve identified the mew, right?” He asked, underlining the foreign symbol. 

“Yeah…” You said, asking yourself what the fuck is a mew? 

You were determined to stay focused but that man made it difficult. You turned to look at him while his eyes were fixed onto the paper, scribbling out equations and typing into your calculator- which he also made look puny in his grasp. You watched him as he spoke, the way his soft lips moved as he talked, revealing sharp canines every now and then between words. You felt your face flush, entranced by his presence. You eyed his large shoulders, following them down to his massive arms. You looked back up at his face, admiring his features while he was so deep in thought. He looked down at you.

“So now we just divide and… hey?” he said almost harshly. “Are you paying attention?” He asked in a snarky tone. You felt your face drop. 

“I… um…”

“Distracted again?” He tossed the pencil onto the surface of the table, muscular arms crossing as he almost glared at you. 

“I’m sorry.” You felt exhausted, covering your face with your hands in defeat. You felt like crying. 

“Maybe if you weren’t so focused on undressing me with your eyes and more focused on these problems, you’d understand this shit by now.” He grunted. You stilled, face buried deep into your palms before you peered at him through between your fingertips. 

“W…What?” You asked, looking at his almost red eyes. 

“I said what I said.” Miguel's voice was low, he grabbed your seat and pulled it towards him, the wheels moving you with ease. You felt your core tighten, as your face continued to burn hot, regardless of the air conditioning. 

Miguel's eyes practically violated you, staring deep past your own and into your soul before looking you up and down, clearly enjoying how you cowered. 

“That pretty little head not used to thinking this hard?” he asked low in your ear. You shuddered, hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention. “Pathetic.”

He grabbed your waist with his large hands, daring to crush you between his palms. He slowly stood up from his chair, face inches away from yours. You took that as invitation enough and crashed your lips into his, those soft lips felt even better than you imagined, a whimper escaping your lips as his grip increased. He pulled you off of the chair and slammed you onto the table, papers flying and pens scattering around you. You let out a grunt as the air escaped your lungs from the impact. 

“I’m taking time out of my night to try and teach you this shit and you can't even meet me halfway and try to learn it?” He huffs yanking down your frumpy sweats to your ankles. You kicked them off, laying on the table in your tight shirt and panties. 

“I-I’m sorry, you're just so-” he cut you off with two thick fingers plunging into your mouth, you gagged when they hit the back of your throat. He smirked, watching you drag your tongue around the knuckles of his fingers. 

“That ought to shut you up.” He ran a finger from his other hand to your clothed cunt, you moaned around his thick digits when he caressed your clit. Your hips moved on their own accord, grinding against his large hand. “Would you look at that? I didn’t know they accepted whores into this school.” Miguel hummed, voice smooth like honey and deep like an ocean. 

His single finger moved to where your pussy and thigh met, yanking aside your black cotton panties to reveal your wet cunt, which clenched around nothing at the sudden cold air. 

“Jesus… I bet you were thinking about this all night, huh?” Miguel teased, the calloused tip of his finger just barely grazing along your seeping hole, spreading the warm slick higher and higher up your folds until he could smear it along your sensitive bud, eliciting another moan from behind his drooly fingers. 

“Needy, aren’t we?” Miguel withdrew his fingers from your mouth while his other hand unzipped his dress pants, the metal of his belt buckle clanking together as he pulled it out of its loops. The belt hit the floor with a small thud and with his drool-soaked fingers he freed his massive cock and ran the slippery fingers up and down his shaft. 

Miguel tore your underwear off of you, as if it was like taking a sticker off a piece of fruit. You felt yourself drip down your thighs, unsure whether or not it was okay to touch yourself while watching this Greek god of a man pleasure himself with your spit, watching your tense cunt beg him to stuff it. 

“Like what you see?” He asked, slipping his finger into his mouth and moaning long and deep when he tasted your sweet slick on his tongue. You nodded vigorously, grabbing one of your tits to entice him even further. “Why don’t you take that off while we’re ahead?” 

You quickly tossed off your shirt and bra, completely naked on the desk. Miguel softly laughed, watching how nicely you obeyed him. 

“You're too easy, y’know that?” With a few more pumps to his shaft, he harshly grabbed one of your thighs and spread your legs even further, admiring your wet pussy. 

The moan you two let out when he put his cock inside of you could've been heard by the whole building if it hadn't been well past 10 pm and everyone had gone for the day. His girthy member dared to split you in half, the sheer size of him was far too much to handle, especially all at one. We watched with pleasure as your breathy moans turned into agonized whimpers the further he drove into you. When he had finally gone balls deep inside of you, there was an obvious cock bulge deep inside of you as he stretched out your pussy wonderfully. 

“M-Miguel…” You sighed, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple. 

“Oh, so this can keep your attention but me slaving away on your homework can’t?” He smugly asked, pulling out before slamming into you with a grunt. You wailed, scratching the hard surface of the desk underneath you, crumpling stray pieces of scratch paper into your palm while arching your back. 

Miguel started at a rough pace, making room out of your tight pussy for his intimidating cock, juices slicking the shaft of his member, and sounds of your wet pussy gushing paired with the creaking of the table filled the room, moans, and mewls adding to euphonious music of your fucking. 

“So fucking tight… so fucking tiny… I bet I could fold you like a pretzel,” He said amusingly, grabbing the backs of your thighs and pushing the fronts of them against your chest. You cried out loud, new depth being explored by his commanding dick while he used you for his pleasure. 

With his massive hands, he spread his fingers out, his thumbs on the backs of your thighs and his four fingers on the small of your back, grabbing onto you so he could bring you up and down on his deep thrusts. 

You were seeing stars at this point, scared your arousal would drip onto your homework papers and soil all the progress you’ve made. But it didn’t matter anymore when you threw your head back onto the table and shook in his hands, pussy clenching around his meaty cock and milking him for his own cum. 

“Ngh- What did I say? Easy…” He moaned, thrusting inside of you a few more times before he shot a huge load inside of your tiny pussy, cum leaking out between where your sexes met and rolling down your asscheeks. 

You lay there on the table, shaking like a leaf in the wind. Miguel watched entranced as your shared cum leaked out of you, finger fucking it back inside of you, wondering if it he could stuff it all back in. He quickly realized your overstimulated cunt couldn’t take it as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Sorry,” He said, removing his fingers. “Now uh… where were we?” He picked up the page of work, then his face dropped, looking at the splotch of cum that had spilled out on accident. 

“On second thoughts… you might want to turn this in online.”

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Collection of Overlords _ Part 4 = Requested

[Alastor x Soul Owner of All Overlords!Reader]

The (somewhat) Request (it's more of an ask of when this is gonna be out)

Part 1 — Part 1.5 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 (here) — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 — Part 8 — Part 9  — Part 10 — Part 11 — Part 12 — Part 13

The reunion and meeting of the century, or perhaps even longer, was on the way. With you seated at the head and your hand-picked souls to the side of the table. To your left starting with the closest was Zestial and Carmilla, to your right should be Alastor but he remained standing by your side behind you so not counting his empty seat, you have Rosie then Zeezi

Now, opposite to you, on the other side of the table were the three Vees, with Vox at the center and the other two, Velvette and Valentino, on either sides

With a soft hum, you decided to change the setting a bit. You snapped your fingers and the long rectangular table changed to a circular one, everyone seated in more sophisticated armchairs catered to their unique forms. There were equal spacing between each of them as well, allowing you to see them individually. The room altered thanks for your spatial ability, making it bigger than what it was

You told Carmilla that she could keep your little table and the chairs once everything was over since you changed things without her knowledge. She was move than happy to accept your gift

Another snap of your fingers and everyone’s preferred drink appeared in front of them and some snacks were placed around the table. You welcomed them to drink and eat to their hearts’ content since it has been a while you had been with them all

“Before we begin… I hope it’s expected that you keep the knowledge I shared during this meeting to yourself, and not attempt to use it to your advantage for future purposes.” You warned with a heavily aura around you. 

All your Overlords bowed their heads deeply as a sign of submission to your command and warning. 

“Now, I’d like to start the meeting with the latest event I’m sure you all are aware of.” You announced, a hologram of the former Hazbin Hotel building appeared at the center of the table, “There wasn’t any request or orders from me, so I believe some rewards are in order.”

While your Overlords nodded in agreement to your plans, you placed your elbows over the surface of the table, plopping your chin on top of your intertwined fingers. You gave them a moment to recall their actions before you revealed your awardees.

“Carmilla Carmine.” You named your first. 

“Yes!” Carmilla strengthened up even more as she put down her cup, folding her hands over her lap while her body was turned in your direction. “My Liege.”

“For your assistance in providing angelic weapons to the soldiers who bravely brought for the Princess’ cause without asking for compensation,” The hologram of the hotel shifted to the side to a territorial map of the Pride Ring, a particular land beside Carmilla’s current domain blinked, “You will be rewarded with an additional land. What do you want it to be for? Name it.”

Carmilla bowed her head as she requested, “If you’ll allow it…” At your silence and smile, she continued, “If I can have a research lab with a testing ground, and another storage unit.”

Your smile widened as your head tilted to the side, “Consider it done.”

Your knuckles knocked on the table. The hologram of that particular domain enlarged and two buildings formed on that land with streets and roads to connect it with Carmilla’s owning domains. Not even a second later, the building shook like an earthquake. Though on the outside, it was merely shaping into what the hologram projected

Things like these were not hard to do, at least, if they were you. You do things like these to reshape Hell into what the human population done in their advancement, that’s how the Pride Ring has been since human souls that are marked to go to Hell was the only Ring they are stay or go to. You do what you could to make the Ring more fitting for them

However, as none realized it was your doing, most would believe Hell’s landscape changes as natural as breathing. Something similar to the ‘mother nature’ concept. It’s enough to give you a good laugh, so you leave it be

Your souls were quick to realize the power they were dealing with. A being capable of shaping Hell without effort and mere thought, it was terrifying yet applaudable. Who would think they have such power? Not even Lucifer can do something of this level 

Just think. What if you were to fight for real with your powers? Right now, you have been behind the scenes lurking. You have your Overlords to reign over certain domains and groups of demons. But what if you were to go to war?

Those under you were aware that you were powerful, yet they can’t measure how much so. They aim to please you not merely for the possibility of being rewarded, but to maintain what freedom you’ve given them and your favour

While they don’t outspokenly discuss it, they are aware of their standing within your Elites

“Next, Rosie.” You turned to the other side.

“Yes, Darling Liege?” Rosie smiled back with a wave, enjoying her cup.

“You’re very brave and noble to allow your Cannibals to go to war against the angels without worrying over the lack of training, you’re not even aware that there’d be angelic weapons provided for them to fight with.” You retold to everyone else of Rosie’s feat, “Very commendable.”

Rosie chuckled, covering her mouth with a shy schoolgirl with their crush, “Aww, you’re giving me too much credit. I didn’t even join the battle!”

You nodded in understanding, “Yes, I’m aware, so in addition to your town expansion, I’ll be paying a visit to Cannibal Town in the near future.” Your smile widened as you spoke, “I’ll provide your people a feast, you can bring everyone around.”

Rosie gasped with joy, unable to hold it up, she got up and came over to hug you tight. “Oh! My Liege! That’s wonderful!” She let you go while ranting on and holding onto you, “Everyone will be so excited to see you again!”

You’ve been wanting to deal with your screaming, pleading, and whining insects for some time. You only require the insects’ soul, their bodies worth nothing to you. Yet the large variety would make for a good feast for the Cannibals that oh so loved to devour the flesh of the demons like a pack of wolves

Your knuckles once again knocked on the surface of the table, Rosie’s town expanded and new buildings were built in an instant, mirroring the hologram on the table. A wave of weaker shakes came to them, though it was because Rosie’s place was farther away

Like your relationship with Carmilla’s daughters, you formed special bonds with the citizens of Cannibal Town. Though you had a good laugh when you realized they first tried to eat you out of fear from your mere unannounced presence. They were immediately immobilized and nearly wiped off the map if not for Rosie’s quick interference

It was understandable for you, since at the time, they barely had enough land to live in and it wasn’t like they were particularly strong demons. Think of a colony of ants, they were only the workers and there were no other demons apart from Rosie that they rely on for their continued survival in Hell

So when you came along with that dangerous aura around you, they had to act. Even if they die trying, at least Rosie could lead the other cannibals away. They were such interesting demons that you came back to greet them again

The quickest way to a cannibal’s heart was food and you had more than enough. Adding to the fact that you gave them homes to live in and a town as their own territory, you were more than reverended by Rosie’s people

“Last.” Your head turned over to Alastor, everyone looked over in suit. “Alastor, My Bloody Doe.”

“My Liege.” Alastor stepped forward and kneeled down to your side, staying below your eye level so you weren’t looking up at him. “And Saviour.”

“Not only have you been helping the Princess with her passion project, but you also battled against Adam, the first man and the extermination’s leader, bravely. For that, let’s fix something precious of yours.” You opened your hand for him to place his broken microphone crane in. 

Alastor presented the two pieces to you and you took it near where it was cut in half. You pushed them together and sparks flew, in a blink of an eye, the crane was as good as new. The eye in the microphone opened and looked around. “Finally! I’m back!”

“Fixed and I added a bit of life to it.” You passed Alastor his reward, “You’ll find that it’ll be near impossible to break it now. Even if it’s broken, it will amend itself to be even stronger.”

Alastor bowed, his head even lower than before, “I’m undeserving of such a gift.”

“Yes, now sit down in your seat, would you?”

Everyone else watched in envy. It was no secret that Alastor was your favourite. They could tell by the title you allow him to address you by and the little nickname you have for him. They also understand why too

Alastor unknowingly cleared a number of weaker Overlords that refused to submit to you, not only removing them from your domain, but he also shared your interest in torturing those souls. Trapping them in his everlasting broadcast. He was the only one who kept the title the sinners gave him; The Radio Demon

While he didn’t start off with complete obedience and submission, his dedication and loyalty to you proved his worth later on. While others waited for your order in fear of appearing arrogant, he seized the opportunity to impress. It was after Alastor’s actions did the others became more active

Without a doubt, Alastor was the quickest you took a liking to. The quickest to gain an interest in and the quickest to raise up your favourability chart

When he disappeared for that long, as did your presence, the other Overlords wondered if there was something amiss. So they silently waited for Alastor to return to get in touch with you once more. As they waited, they got sloppy

A loud slam on the table made everyone turn their heads to the source. Vox, with a shaking fist, was standing up with a scowl on his screen, “Oh for f**k’s sake! He didn’t even win! He lost and retreated! He was a complete showoff and ignorant of his powers! He doesn’t deserve the Master’s praise and reward!”

Zeezi scoffed, folding her arms over her chest, “Like you’ve done f**k!”

Vox growled, turning to the giant Overlord, “You’re in the same boat!”

Zeezi smirked back, “Yeah, but unlike you f**k**, I’m fine with My Sovereign’s decision.” She gasped sarcastically, “Wait! You interrupted!”

“T wouldst doth thee both valorous if ‘t be true thee quiet down. (It would do you both good if you quiet down.)” Zestial warned the two before Vox could continue to embarrass himself.

Velvette got up as well, “You know when to talk when it suits you, don’t you, fossil?!”

Carmilla glared, “It was a word of advice!”

“Please! Like you’re any better.” Valentino taunted back with a grin, “You’re nothing without your little weapons.”

Rosie chuckled condescendingly, “Oh, dear, you’re one to talk. You can’t do much!”

Electricity sparked, Vox’s eye twitched, “You all shut the f**k up! You’re all ganging up on us just because you got numbers now!”

Velvette laughed along, “I bet you’re all a bunch of pussy cats! Can’t fight without guaranteed success.”

Valentino added, “I bet my soul I can take you all on and knock you down a few pegs.”

Crack!

Note: And that's when Velvette knew... she [redacted] Hahahhahaha! This meeting is getting way too long I feel. But it's gonna end somewhere in the next part. Lucifer's gonna appear~ Any theories? Before that, how you think of this part???

Circe Y.

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[suhkusa]

EGOIST 20.

PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader

CW. angst, hurt no comfort, the aftermath of past chapters

A/N. me when

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Everything you did was on impulse. 

You acted before thinking things through rationally and it was chaotic.

Your heart and head hurt so bad, you felt like there was nothing more that you could do except sob and mull over your mistakes.

Mistake.

You felt absolutely stupid for thinking something was different. Something would change. But the universe came around and found the worse way, the worse person, to prove you dead wrong. 

To make matters worse, you were depressed and jobless. At this rate, you’d have to move back home with your family and work at a local retail store, and you were not going back to that lifestyle if you could help it.

On the brighter side, your emails from news outlets and your notifications from social media had finally begun to slow. At this point, it’s been a week since the initial incident.

The only person you’ve kept in touch with from your former job was Kiyoomi. According to him, the emails hadn’t slowed on his end, but that was to be expected since he was the center of many fangirls’ attention.

He’d keep you at least a little sane when you felt your mentals decline. 

As for the other man, you hadn’t heard or seen anything of him. Which was definitely for the best. You were actually surprised he hadn’t shown up at your door, because your threat to call the police if he came was half-empty.

And you absolutely hate yourself, because even though you know he did you extremely wrong, there’s a sliver of you that misses him. That wishes that he hadn’t been the cause of all your hurt so that he could be the one who is comforting you.

But the world is cruel and so was Atsumu.

———

You had expected it to take months to find a new job, but after you had helped manage a champion team, the calls came in faster than you could answer.

There were too many good offers, even offers from teams that MSBY had beaten. You took the easy way out of each call by telling them that you’d get back to them ASAP. You’d probably have to research the teams and players before really considering or accepting a job offer. 

Other than job-hunting, you found yourself at home nearly all day. You’d play video games with Sakusa or just do some cleaning around the house. You’d found a new hobby with gardening in your spare time. Though, you weren’t very good at keeping them alive.

If not doing any of that, you’d be caught up in your head. Whether it be thinking of the past or worrying about the future, your line of thought would somehow find its way to him. You’d scold yourself every time, but you couldn’t stop the intrusive thoughts. You’re scared that if you were to see him, you’d crumble all over again. You don’t know if you had it in you to turn him away, even after everything.

A knock at your door causes you to jump. You quickly get up to open it to Kiyoomi.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” you bow to him jokingly, before he walks in. 

“I was here two days ago, not too much,”

You laugh before the two of you walk to your living room, making yourselves comfortable.

“How has the unemployed life been treating you?” he asks as he begins to connect his Nintendo Switch to your TV.

“Good, actually. I got like almost 8 different job offers, I think one of them is actually from an overseas team,” 

His eyes widen at that, “Impressive,”

You nudge at him, “Yeah, I’m actually considering that one, it might be in California? But it’s far, but at the same time maybe that’s not a bad thing,”

“Could finally get away from all this madness,” Sakusa adds, taking your remote to switch the source. 

“Mm, yeah. But at the same time this is my home and I don’t feel like I got closure with—”

Sakusa’s head snaps your direction, his eyes look at you knowingly causing you to stop. “Don’t start,”

You groan in distress, “I can’t,” you throw your head back, “I’m a mess,”

He uses the Switch controller to select a game, giving you the other controller. “Maybe you should seriously consider that overseas offer. It’d be a nice change of scenery, and it’s not a forever thing. At the end of the day you could always come back. I think you being here reminds you too much of him, and it’s not doing you any good,”

Your eyes widen, “Woah, so serious, Omi,”

His eyes squint at you, “I am serious,”

You laugh, taking the controller into your hands.

“I will though,” you continue, “You’re probably right, I might just need to untether myself from this god forsaken country for a while. Too many bad memories,”

“Thank you, Kiyoomi,” you smile, clicking the button to ready up your character.

“Anytime,”

———

Atsumu considers going on hiatus. Contrast to you, you’ve been on his mind 24/7. Atsumu always hated those stupid “everything reminds me of them,” jokes, but now he seriously relates.

He can’t drown himself in other women or alcohol. Because it feels wrong. He finds himself needing and wanting to be loyal to you, even though he hasn’t seen you in more than a month.

Atsumu avoids asking Sakusa about you. Mostly because the last time he did ask, Sakusa told him off. He opted to make burner accounts to see what you were up to on social media. Unfortunately for him, you stopped posting almost entirely before turning your account private.

He knew he was getting borderline obsessive but he couldn’t help it. He was already fighting the urge to go to you himself everyday. To try and ask around to anyone and everyone who may know what you’ve been up to.

Atsumu knows all of this is wrong of him. He was the one who did you wrong. Nothing he’d do would ever make it up to you. 

Everything was working against him. 

After you left that day, he had told Angie off and blocked her once and for all.

When he found out you had resigned, he almost considered quitting. 

He wanted to curse every higher being for allowing things to turn out this way.

But nothing could compare to how he felt the day he eavesdropped on Kiyoomi’s phone call. His phone call with you. He stood by the doorway of the locker room as he listened as closely as he could.

After so long he’d finally gotten something, crumbs, of what you were doing. Though it was definitely not what he had expected or what he wanted. 

“You’re taking the job?” Sakusa sounds excited, Atsumu assumes he’s talking about you getting a new job, “That’s good, sounds like a good offer,”

There’s a pause, and he guesses that you’re probably saying something in response from the other end.

“Are you nervous though? The U.S is pretty far, but California is cool from what I’ve heard,”

Atsumu’s heart sinks to his stomach. California? You were leaving the country?

His mind is running wild. Atsumu obviously knew you’d eventually find a new job, but he had thought you’d still be within arms reach. Close enough for him to reach out to you when he feels like the time is right. But across the globe? Atsumu is so caught up in his own thoughts that he doesn’t register the sound of Sakusa ending the call with you or him coming out of the locker room. 

Atsumu nearly jumps at the other man’s voice, “Oh, you,”

He has no words, and just stares at Sakusa. “You heard, huh?”

“Good for her, she’ll finally be able to get away from you.”

The words from Sakusa are like a slap in the face, and if he was talking about anyone other than you Atsumu would’ve let him have a piece of his mind. But Sakusa was right. 

He didn’t want to sound conceited or boost his own ego, but he probably had some part in your decision making. And while in the past, he probably would’ve felt some sick gratification from driving you far away. But now it just made him feel sick. Just sick. 

Atsumu is stuck between a rock and a hard place. He wants to see you, to try and change your mind, he knows his efforts would be wasted.

Still, would it really hurt to try?

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[gardenladysworld]

Starbound hearts

Status: I'm working on it

Pairings: Neteyam x human!f!reader

Aged up characters!

Genre/Warnings: fluff, slow burn, oblivious characters, light angst, hurt/comfort, pining

Summary: In the breathtaking, untamed beauty of Pandora, two souls from different worlds find themselves drawn together against all odds. Neteyam, the dutiful future olo'eyktan of the Omaticaya clan, is bound by the expectations of his people and the traditions of his ancestors. She, a human scientist with a love for Pandora’s wonders, sees herself as an outsider, unworthy of the connection she craves.

Tags: @nerdylawyerbanditprofessor-blog, @ratchetprime211, @poppyseed1031, @redflashoftheleaf

Sorry guys I didn't have much time to write, but I managed, haha. Happy New Year to everyone! <3

Part 8

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Part 9: To see

Neteyam knelt in the center of the family kelku, his head slightly bowed as his father, Jake, paced back and forth in front of him. The dim light from the bioluminescent patterns in the walls cast soft glows around the space, illuminating Jake’s stern expression. Neytiri sat nearby, her presence calm yet watchful, as if silently reinforcing Jake’s words.

“Neteyam,” Jake began, his voice steady but firm. “You’re the eldest son. That means responsibility. Not just to me, or to the family, but to the entire clan. The Omaticaya are looking to you to lead them one day.”

Neteyam nodded, his golden eyes fixed on the floor. He had heard this speech before, in different forms and on different occasions. The responsibilities that came with being the eldest son of the Toruk Makto were always inescapable.

“You’ve got the strength,” Jake continued, pacing slightly in front of him. “You’ve got the heart. But strength and heart aren’t enough on their own. You have to lead with wisdom, with patience. You have to earn their trust every day.”

Neteyam’s tail flicked subtly against the ground, a small movement that betrayed the tension coiled inside him. He lifted his gaze to meet his father’s, his golden eyes steady despite the turmoil beneath the surface. “I understand, Sir.”

“And when the time comes,” Jake continued, his voice softening slightly, “you’ll need to choose a mate who will stand beside you as tsahik. Someone who can guide the people spiritually, who can be your partner in every way.”

Neteyam’s ears flicked back slightly at the mention of a mate. His tail twitched behind him, betraying the mixture of emotions swirling within him. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the importance of choosing the right mate—he did. But the thought of it always brought an uncomfortable tightness to his chest.

“You’re going to need to make choices soon,” Jake continued, his tone softening slightly. “Not just about leading, but about your life—your mate. The olo’eyktan and the tsahik lead together, as partners. You’ll need someone strong, someone who understands the balance between the clan and Eywa. Someone who will help you guide the people.”

Neteyam’s chest tightened. He knew what his father was saying. He had heard these words before, countless times. And yet, every time Jake spoke of choosing a mate, every time he talked about the future tsahik, Neteyam’s thoughts betrayed him.

Because there was only one person who came to mind, and she was not Na’vi.

Your face flashed in his mind—your curious eyes, the way they lit up when you spoke about the forest or the tiny discoveries you made during her research. Your laughter, soft and melodic, that had a way of easing the tension in his chest.

He thought of your face, your bright, curious eyes as you studied Pandora’s wonders, your soft laugh when you caught him teasing you in Na’vi. You didn’t understand his world fully, not yet, but your fascination was genuine, your admiration for the forest as deep as any Na’vi’s. You saw beauty where others saw danger, and that drew him to you like a moth to the glow of bioluminescent vines.

It wasn’t just your curiosity that captivated him. It was the way you looked at him, like he was more than just a future leader or a warrior. You saw him—Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan—not the weight he carried or the title he was expected to bear. And when he was with you, he felt lighter, freer, as though he could escape the shadow of his responsibilities for just a little while.

But you weren’t Na’vi. You weren’t a healer or a singer or a weaver. You were human, a xenobotanist who wore an exo-mask to breathe his world’s air. You couldn’t perform the rituals of a tsahik or lead the People in prayer. You didn’t belong here, and yet... you felt like home, you were the only one who ever made him feel like he truly belonged.

Neteyam clenched his fists against his thighs, his tail flicking restlessly behind him. His father’s words blurred, replaced by memories of you. Your laughter echoing softly in the forest. Your shy attempts at speaking Na’vi, your accent thick but endearing. The way you looked at him, your gaze full of trust and something he dared not name.

It wasn’t just attraction. It wasn’t just curiosity. It was deeper, more consuming.

“Neteyam,” Jake’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, sharp and probing. “Are you even listening?”

“Yes, sir,” Neteyam replied quickly, straightening his posture. But the words felt hollow, his heart too tangled in thoughts of you to truly focus.

Jake sighed, his gaze softening slightly. “I’m not trying to pressure you, son. I just want you to be ready. The clan needs you to be strong. And whoever you choose—she’ll need to be strong too.”

Neteyam nodded again, the motion mechanical, the weight of his father’s expectations settling heavily on his shoulders. But deep down, he knew the truth. He could never see himself choosing anyone but you. And that truth terrified him as much as it filled him with a quiet, forbidden longing.

When Jake finally left the kelku, the silence that followed was deafening. Neteyam sat there, staring into the dying embers of the fire, his mind consumed by the impossibility of his feelings. He wanted to be the leader his father believed he could be, the olo’eyktan his People needed. But how could he do that when his heart was so firmly tethered to someone who could never truly be part of their world?

*Flashback – 3 years ago*

Neteyam stood beside his father, his stance tall and composed. The Omaticaya village bustled with activity, the people curious and cautious as news spread about the arrival of another human. Jake had explained that this newcomer wasn’t like the sky people who had caused destruction before; you were part of Norm and Max’s team—a scientist, a friend. Still, the village was uneasy. Humans, even those with good intentions, were not easily trusted.

Norm and Max were scheduled to arrive, and with them, someone new. You had a reputation, apparently, for being bright and capable, and though Neteyam had little reason to doubt that, humans always carried a sense of unpredictability. You were here to observe and learn, they said. To understand the balance of Pandora. But he’d heard those promises before.

“Neteyam,” his father’s voice drew him out of his thoughts. Neytiri was nearby, her gaze steady and watchful as always. “Do not judge before you know her.”

He dipped his head in acknowledgment but didn’t reply. Judging wasn’t his intent. Observing, however, was another matter.

Neteyam’s golden eyes scanned the central clearing where the introductions would take place. His tail flicked behind him, betraying his restlessness. He wasn’t sure why his father insisted he attend this meeting, but Jake had been adamant. "You’ll inherit this role one day, Neteyam," he had said. "You need to understand these dynamics."

When the small group approached, Neteyam immediately spotted you. You stood between Norm and Max, your exo-mask glinting faintly in the sunlight. You were... small. Even compared to the humans he’d seen before, you seemed fragile, like a flower bending in the breeze. Yet, there was something in the way you carried yourself—shoulders squared, chin held high—that caught his attention.

Your gaze darted around, wide and curious, taking in the village, the people, the massive trees that formed their home. You weren’t like the others, he realized. There was no fear in your eyes, only wonder.

For two weeks, he had known that a new human scientist had arrived at the outpost. Norm had spoken highly of you—young, intelligent, and already contributing valuable insights to their research. But this was the first time you’d ventured outside the safety of the human base. And now, it seemed, you had come to meet the Omaticaya.

You seemed smaller here, surrounded by the towering structures of the Omaticaya village and the imposing presence of the Na’vi warriors gathered nearby. Yet, you didn’t shrink away. Instead, your eyes wandered, taking in the intricate weavings of the hammocks, the bioluminescent vines draped like jewels, and the vibrant colors of the clan’s adornments. You were utterly captivated.

Norm stepped forward, his voice breaking the silence. “Oel ngati kameie,” he said, bowing his head respectfully to Jake and Neytiri. “This is (y/f/n) (y/s/n). She is a new member of the team—an expert in xenobotany. She is eager to learn about Pandora and contribute to the research.”

Max added, “She has been working tirelessly since she arrived. We thought it was time she met the clan.”

Neteyam’s gaze lingered on you as you stepped forward slightly, your movements hesitant. “O-Oel ngati kameie, smon nìprrte’’ greeting. Your accent was thick, the words unfamiliar on your tongue, but there was an earnestness in your tone that caught him off guard. You bowed your head deeply, your hands twitching slightly as though unsure what to do with them.

Neteyam stepped closer slightly, his movements silent as he joined the circle forming around the humans. His mother and father stood at the forefront, Neytiri’s sharp gaze locked on you, while Jake offered his usual calm demeanor.

A few of the villagers chuckled, and you flushed deeply, your hands fidgeting as you looked around nervously. “I... I am sorry,” you added in English, your words directed at Norm. “I’ve been practicing, but it’s—hard.”

Neteyam felt a faint tug at the corner of his lips, an unfamiliar warmth stirring in his chest. You were trying. Despite the weight of the stares, the murmurs, the alienness of your surroundings, you were trying. And there was something admirable—dare he think, endearing—about that.

Neytiri’s ears flicked, and Jake chuckled softly, stepping forward to greet you. “You’ve got guts, kid, trying to speak Na’vi this soon,” Jake said in English, his tone warm. “Don’t worry. You’ll get there.”

Your cheeks flushed slightly, but you smiled, nodding. “Thank you,” you replied, glancing around again, your eyes landing on Neteyam.

When your gaze met his, he felt a strange jolt. You blinked up at him, your expression a mixture of awe and nervousness. Your eyes were the brightest shade he’d ever seen, shining with an intensity that caught him off guard. He realized he was staring and quickly straightened, his ears twitching toward his father.

“This is my eldest son.” Jake said, motioning toward him. “Neteyam,”

You tilted your head slightly, studying him with that same curious gaze, and then, to his surprise, you attempted another greeting in Na’vi. “Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam.”

Your pronunciation was off, and the words sounded clumsy, but your effort was undeniable. He couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. “Oel ngati kameie,” he replied, his voice soft but steady, the words rolling on his tongue like butter.

You seemed relieved, a shy smile crossing your face. “I’m sorry if my accent is... bad,” you said, your tone apologetic. “I’ve only just started learning.”

“It is... not bad,” he said, the words coming out slower than intended. His English wasn’t as fluid as his father’s, but he managed. “You try. That is... good.”

Your smile widened at his words, and he felt a strange warmth settle in his chest.

His father’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Neteyam,” Jake said, motioning for him to follow. “Show her around a bit. Let her get to know the village. I have to discuss something with Norm and Max.”

Neteyam nodded, his gaze returning to you. “Come,” he said simply, gesturing for you to follow as he turned toward the village. You hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, your movements cautious but eager.

As they walked, Neteyam kept his pace slow, mindful of your shorter strides. He watched as you glanced at everything—the woven hammocks swaying in the breeze, the children laughing as they played with carved toys, the adults preparing food or crafting tools. Your fascination was evident, and it drew a small smile from him.

“You see everything,” he thought, his gaze softening as he observed you. “Not just with your eyes, but with your heart.”

When you stopped to marvel at a group of children painting patterns on a large hide, Neteyam found himself lingering nearby, his golden eyes fixed on you. For the first time in a long time, he felt a flicker of something he couldn’t quite name—a quiet sense of wonder sparked not by the beauty of his world, but by the way you saw it.

“You do not belong here,” he thought, his expression growing thoughtful. “And yet... you look like you’re home.”

Part 10

[shawnxstyles]

free session

DATE: AUGUST 8, 2023

summary: tom hurts himself a little at the gym, but luckily, you’re there to reassure him that everything’s fine. when he finally comes back, you decide to show him what a free session is all about.

request: yup!!

words: 7k

warnings: SMUT (slight praise kink, protected sex, dirty talking), language. this was a quick one

note: okay so i don’t do threesomes lmao, but i didn’t state that until after i got this request (this request is 8 months old i’m sorry). i chose to do tom, but i changed a lot, so i’m sorry if this isn’t even what you asked for at all… i hope someone likes it | NOT EDITED

gym!tom x trainer!reader

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Tom had a steady routine; he went to the gym in the morning, ate, did his day plans or work, ate again, and then went to the gym at night again. Some people thought he was insane for going to the gym so much, but it felt like his second home. Mainly because the gym was his brother’s, Harry.

Harry and Tom were unbelievably close; out of all their siblings, they were definitely the tightest. Tom assisted Harry with renting, paperwork, and anything he needed for his little business, which wasn’t so little anymore. Once he got popular in town, Tom let his brother handle himself after all his constant nagging. Then Tom was off doing his own thing, worrying about his own life and job. It got consistent, tedious, and boring to say the least.

But on a random summer day when Harry called Tom to deliver the bad news, Tom regrets ever thinking that his simple routine was boring.

“Tom, I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to find a new gym.”

“What? Harry, what are you talking about?” Tom drops his gym bag on the floor of his apartment, stopping short with Harry’s words. He presses the phone up to his ear, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip.

“I didn’t tell you before, but all my “loyal” customers have fled to the new fitness center down the street. You know, the one by the café?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s only temporary. I need to refurbish and find some more sponsors, and then hopefully, I can reopen.”

Tom sighs slowly into the empty air of his home, looking up at the ceiling in distress.

“I was trying to figure out how to tell you—”

“It’s alright, Harry. I’m glad you told me now. I’ll just… find a new gym.”

“If you go to my competitor, I won’t blame you.”

Tom replies with a hefty laugh.

“It’ll only be temporary.”

So, that’s what Tom has been doing—going to his brother's competitor. However, it was only supposed to be for a few weeks. But it ended up being a few months. Tom’s adjusted to the new gym quite nicely. He likes the wide variety of machinery and how many options he has. When he first came in, he was using machines he’d never even seen before.

Even though his gym was switched up on him, Tom is a routine kind of guy. It only took him a week to adapt to his new environment and get comfortable with everything. He developed a new schedule for his morning workouts since he can no longer go to the gym in the evening. He wasn’t necessarily a morning person, but for the gym-induced high, he would do it.

He had a specific day for arms, legs, chest, back, shoulders—everything. Over the years, he’s done his research on the body, and even took anatomy in high school.

Did that even help him?

To say he’s gym-obsessed isn’t too much of an overstatement, even if Tom disagrees. He would say he’s obsessed with his dog, but not the gym. He refuses to put himself in the category of “gym-bros” and dumbasses that live off protein shakes. Yeah, he likes those shakes too, but he wouldn’t die if he had more than one cheat day in a week. Tom likes to live his life outside of the gym, unlike those people.

Tom worked an average job with a good salary, and relatively lived an average life with good people. He didn’t go out much because he didn’t have many people to hang out with besides his brothers. Harrison has been his best mate since high school, but with both of their work schedules colliding, it’s hard to find the time. Plus, he’s been way too busy planning his wedding.

Yeah, a wedding.

Tom’s not surprised by the fact that Harrison’s getting married. In fact, he’s not surprised at all. Of course he’s happy for his best friend. He’s just… envious in a subtle way. Both Tom and him are 28 years old, and while Harrison met the love of his life and is starting a future with her, Tom is yet to even date a girl for longer than a few weeks.

He’s been on dates here and there, even had a few one-night stands in the past year, but after some time, he just gave up completely. Sometimes, a girl will smile at him or look him up and down, but he doesn’t even try to pursue them like he used to. For the few times that he is out with his friends or brothers and a girl is all over him, he’ll take the opportunity and bring her home.

But it never goes farther than that. And Tom is afraid he’ll never have more than that.

Shaking off the terrible thoughts to start his morning, Tom walks through the glass doors of the gym. He passes the front desk and towards the clean machines that are practically calling his name. The barely rising sun can be seen through the huge window panes along the entire building, making the scene look peaceful.

There were a couple of bodies in the area, but besides the delicate music seeping through the speakers, it was quiet. To Tom, this was tranquil.

After a few simple stretches, Tom snatches the jump ropes. He jumps until his muscles are loose and warm and they’re just itching to be challenged. Today, he decided to do legs with an additional ab workout just because. He was a little extra energized, and he craved for his body to be sore. He doesn’t do this often, but he needs to change it up once in a while, right?

Tom goes straight towards the leg press, knowing that that machine will fire his legs up immediately. When he starts his reps, he already feels the burn. He knows today is going to push his limits, but he’s ready.

—

About halfway through his workout, he wants to give up. But he knows that’s exactly when you need to keep going.

He’s struggling with his squats, really trying to lift these three plates that are taunting him. He can do two easily, which means he has to add weight if he wants to actually gain and keep his muscles. He takes a deep breath before trying to squat for the second time. He slides the padded bar over his ready shoulders. The weight is dawning and plummeting his own body to the ground.

As he lowers his legs, squatting with the best of his abilities, his lower back aches immensely before he drops the bar onto the matted floor. The plates clang against each other in the relatively quiet gym

“Fuck,” he groans and chucks off his headphones, clutching his lower back near his tailbone. This is now the second time he’s failed, but the first time he’s felt this pain. It wasn’t a shooting, sharp pain, but it was aching enough to warn him that he was positioning himself wrongly.

“Are you okay?” A woman’s voice asks concerningly a few feet behind him. Tom turns around too quickly, making his back hurt a little more. He tries to hide his hiss behind clenched teeth when he sees you.

Your eyes were wide with worry and your head was slightly tilted. You were sporting a tight sports bra with matching shapely leggings. You had a towel dangling in your hand and a black shirt in the other. Maybe it was because of his small pain, but Tom couldn’t help dragging his eyes down your body in awe. He hisses at the sight unconsciously.

“I’m assuming that’s a no,” You squint your eyes with a slight tease as you walk up to him. Tom nods while also fixating in the present. He had a tendency to drift off into his head if his imagination wandered enough.

“Yeah, I think I hurt my bad a bit,” he smiles while trying to stretch by twisting left and right.

“Maybe I can help? If you’d like me to,” You offer as Tom stares at you. Your eyelashes are fluttering almost innocently, and Tom is beyond intrigued. He nods with a charming smile, one that you just had to reflect back. It was easily one of the most gorgeous smiles Tom has ever seen.

“Just so you know, I kind of work here. Well—I mean—I do work here. I’m just new,” You rambled. You were a bit nervous. You were a certified trainer, but you’ve never trained someone outside of your schooling. Yes, you’ve done family and friends, but not a stranger. A random stranger who actually needs your experience. You’re not sure how you landed a job at this seemingly high-end gym, but you never question the good things that happen anymore; you just let them happen.

“Good to know. Since you offered, I assume you know what you’re doing,” Tom teases and you roll your eyes playfully. He eased some of your nerves.

When you ask how he was squatting, he explains what he was doing and when and where the pain was occurring. You nodded along to his words, collecting all of it and connecting it to your knowledge. You come to a conclusion long before he’s done and gaze at his body. You know a lot about anatomy and you’ve seen a bunch of bodies throughout your life.

But staring at his ripped and sweaty body has you feeling all warm and tingly. The morning sunlight seems to shine perfectly over his perspiration, twinkling as a few drops slide between his rigid muscles.

“I think you strained your back,” You say simply without blinking right as he finished talking. You shake your head as if you weren’t just ogling his muscles. What is wrong with you? You were supposed to be a professional.

“Oh,” Tom finally says with a slight frown to his face.

“Does it hurt when you turn as well or just when squatting?”

“Mainly just squatting,” he answers.

“Okay,” You give him a once-over as if analyzing him. You were analyzing him, just not in a very professional way. There was nothing professional about how your eyes turned hungry as they gazed at his blessed figure. “The best thing to do is to not sit. Or stop what you’re doing basically. I would say no more squats for a while or anything that strikes pain. But don’t terminate all your exercise. That will actually make it worse.”

Tom nods along to all that you’re saying with understanding. Everything that you’re telling him makes perfect sense, so there was a good minute where he zoned out and just stared at you. Your matching set makes your skin look smooth and defines every curve of your body. The way your hands moved as you spoke had him mesmerized like he was under hypnosis.

“Got it?” You ask as a heat floods up your neck. Tom blinks rapidly and mumbles a yes, but he looks all too distracted. He didn’t hide well that he was staring at you, but he didn’t seem like he was trying to either.

“Is there anything else?” Tom questions as the air between you two gets tense, voice lower than before. Panting and echoing machines are all that are heard in the space around you. You swallow your sudden nervousness that was about to cough up a whine. You wondered if he wanted you to say something else.

Maybe he wanted you to confess. Confess something that you were both thinking, but you both didn’t know.

“N-No,” You slightly stutter out when you answer, smiling to try to cover this feeling that’s bubbling up inside of you.

“Well, I guess I’ll just do the treadmill before I head out.”

“Right. Sounds good. Have fun!” You ramble as he walks away, chuckling with each step he takes. You turn away and your smile instantly falls as you groan to yourself, “Have fun? Why did I say that?”

You run your hand over your face as you try to regain your lost pride. When you walk back into the coach’s area, you slip on your uniform shirt, so people are aware you actually work there. You take a deep breath and mentally slap yourself in the head for being so unprofessional. You barely just started working here and you’re already breaking rules! You’re not allowed to have relationships with your clients. Wait, that’s a rule, right? Now, that doesn’t make much sense…

But you know for certain that thinking about someone sexually after just meeting them, rule or not, client or not, it’s inappropriate. You’ve never looked at someone and just completely melted at the sight of them. You can’t stop picturing the way his leg muscles flexed as he carried the heavy weight of the squat bar. Or the way his cheeks reddened and hollowed out air as he pushed himself to stand up straight.

Although you watch and help people work out for a living, you’ve never found it entertaining. But for some reason, your mind is just so utterly fucked over by this random guy that you’ve never seen before. He looks like he’s been doing it a long time, especially with that figure. Has he been at this gym for a long time? He seems like he has.

Your mind likes to wander and wander as you do busy work and wait for the day to end. From your area, you weren’t able to see the front doors, so you never saw the stranger again that day. You assume he left soon after your departure, but you wish that you saw him just once more. Maybe you’d get the confidence to catch his name and even offer a session. Free of charge, you imagine yourself saying accidentally because you’d be so distracted.

Throughout your shift you helped a few people and even assisted in the group exercise class. Though, you loved when you had one on one trainings the most because you got to see your client grow their strengths and their weaknesses.

As your shift came to an end, you collected your bag with a heavy sigh. It was only the afternoon, but of course you didn’t have any plans. You had spent a year working to become a certified trainer, but brought no one with you along the way. You took a gap year when high school ended to try to figure out what you wanted to do, and then you discovered training and you felt comfortable. You had some friends, but none were strong enough to stay with you. It was really just you, with the occasional hangout with your older sister who lectured you sometimes.

You felt lonely sometimes, but it’s not like you really tried to fix it either. You went out every blue moon, waiting for some magical miracle to occur. Nothing sprouts; no love, sex, relationship, or friendship spawned at your feet when you’re out late at night in a bar or club. So, you kind of just stopped going. Was it sad to say you kind of lost hope in dating and sex?

Besides the point, when you entered your apartment, you were alone. Just like most days when you weren’t busy researching ways to start a business.

Oh, was that mentioned?

You wanted to start your own business with your certification. However, it was hard because you had little to no experience in business. Your dad knew good tips and tricks, but he wasn’t experienced enough either. And since you were quite lonely, you hadn’t made many connections to people that might have loads of talent in the field.

One day, you would actually talk to someone, you swore. And they would help make your dreams of a business come to life. It’s not that you didn’t believe in yourself to make it happen; it was more than a reasonable goal. It’s just that you’re so unmotivated right now because of your lack of connections.

Ugh, why does life have to be so difficult?

—

Tom wakes up early with groggy eyes and a sore back. He had done some research online last night on how to sleep with a strained back. He was told to lay on his side with a pillow stuffed between his knees. But of course when he woke up in the morning, his body was flailed across his mattress like an eagle, pillows completely disregarded from him.

When he tried to sit up too quickly, a sharp pain erupted in his back, making him sit right back in the bed. Maybe he should just take his time like the woman at the gym said…

You were slightly disappointed you didn’t see the good-looking stranger again on your shift. You shamelessly glanced around the machinery, hoping to recognize his bulky shoulders and defined muscles, but they were nowhere to be found.

You got to see a few good bodies, but there was something about that stranger that just made your insides tingle.

Again, so unprofessional. This is why you can’t start a damn business!

—

Tom didn’t go to the gym for a week. A week!

His back was just in too much pain and lifting heavy weights sounded tortuous. He still went to work and went on evening walks with his dog, but he felt pretty lazy. He forced himself to take a week off of the gym to heal, and thankfully it worked. His mind kept lingering to the pretty woman who talked to him, but he kept excusing it with his pain. He must only be thinking of you because you gave advice he needs to remember, right?

By the next week, Tom was already back in the gym. He walked through those glass doors again, quickly checked in, and headed towards the machinery. He moved slowly as his eyes subconsciously tried to find you again. Tom had this… need to tell you that he’s okay and that your advice worked. Again, it was just an excuse, so he could talk to you again. Maybe he would see your name tag this time, or just ask for it blatantly.

He makes a quick once-over of the area, and is a bit disappointed when he doesn’t see you lingering. He goes straight towards the jump rope to refresh his muscles that have been resting for one of the longest times since high school.

Tom jumps and jumps and jumps… and then nearly falls over when he sees you turn around after doing a squat. The curve of your ass in those leggings made his mouth water and your charming smile made him crazy.

Before he knows it, you’re approaching him while he’s completely phased.

“Hey, I see that you made it back. How is your… back?” You ask, squeezing the towel in your hand with an intense grip. Your heart started fluttering a little from just the sight of him, and you wondered why you were getting so worked up over a stranger.

“It’s all good now! I think,” Tom chuckles while rubbing his neck. He nervously twists the rope between his fingers, trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going. “I, uh, never caught your name.”

Your heart skips a beat and a smile threatens to take over your face. It was such a little thing, but you’ve been wondering what his name was for the past week. A name to a face to fit your fantasies.

“Y/N,” You smile, but your eyes struggle to meet his face. He was just so gorgeous you felt like you might be blinded if you looked too long. “And you?”

“Tom,” he surely answered with a nod.

“That fits you very well.”

“What do you mean?” he questions and your eyes go a little wide. You hadn’t meant to say that. It sounds creepy and weird; to say that his name fits him… as if you were thinking about him.

“Well—like—I was wondering what your name was when I first talked to you and now that you said it, it makes sense. Not that I was thinking about you all week or something… that’s just creepy!” You awkwardly laugh after your ramble, thinking of the fastest way to leave this conversation so you can regroup. This is why your dating life is so shallow. You can’t hold a conversation for a second without rambling out nonsense or making a fool of yourself. It’s typical, really.

You thought he was going to laugh at you like a bully and walk away from your weirdness. But instead, he softly chuckles at your antics while staring at your face. Noticing that he’s still standing in front of you, you slowly drag your eyes up his body until you finally meet his eyes.

They’re that perfectly golden brown color that looks like oozing honey when reflected off the sun. Since you were only a foot away, you could see his nose was a little crooked and he had an uneven eyebrow. His hair seemed a bit unruly, but all you wanted to do was run your hands through it.

“I’ve been wondering what your name was, too,” he finally admits when the air around you feels like it’s closing in. Your heart was beating as if something was going to happen, but you knew nothing would. Nothing was going to happen in front of all of these people.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Tom hums as he watches your pupils dilate and eyes struggle to look at him. He’s been thinking about you all week, he can admit that, but now you can’t even look at him? He wanted to see your pretty eyes. “I’ve been wondering about a few other things as well.”

“Oh? Like what?” Your voice was slightly breathless and you felt the need to check over your shoulder every second. You felt like you were breaking some rule and you were able to be fired on the spot. It felt so wrong, but you wanted to see where this goes. You were all too intrigued by this glorious man before you.

“Like why you can’t look at me.”

“What? I’m looking at you!”

“Not longer than a blink.”

“S-So? Do you want to have a staring contest or something?” You bite your tongue when you stutter.

“Maybe. I just want to see your pretty eyes,” Tom didn’t plan on calling your eyes pretty right off the bat, but his bluntness is what made you finally look up at him. He saw innocence as well as desire laced within your irises. And he wondered if you really had been thinking about him all week. If you had, that would confirm that you want more. It would confirm that Tom isn’t crazy, and that there is some type of spark in between you too.

Will a one-time thing, like sex, dull the craving spark, or ignite it?

“We can’t here,” You say barely above a whisper.

“Do what? A staring contest?” Tom begins to smirk causing you to groan. He’s got to be one of the cockiest people you’ve ever met, but he has every right to be. Usually, you hate men that know they’re attractive because their cockiness just makes them an asshole. But Tom is the funny type, who pretends to be cocky, but he’s actually really humble.

How did you get all of that from only two conversations with him? And they were barely conversations!

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t, actually. Care to tell?”

“You want…” You can see the way he tries to hide his growing smirk and it tells you all you needed to know. The air thickened between you both, heavy with tension and heat. Your heart was racing and your stomach burned in a way that pushed your courage over the edge. You’ve needed something like this for a long time, you just never knew how long you actually needed it. “You want me to give you a session!”

Tom clicked his tongue at your teasing, slightly chuckling. You blinked your eyes as you flashed your fraud innocence at him.

“What does the session include?” His voice was low and deep. There was a certain rumble in his tone that made your legs feel like jelly and your mind go blank.

“I-I can show you. Let’s go in the back,” You try to remain as playful as possible, but you were absolutely losing it. You just wanted him to take control and kiss you as hard as possible; to do the unimaginable. Of course, the horniest you’ve ever been in your whole life is at work of all places. There’s no way there isn’t a rule about having sex in the gym. You’re sure people have done it before, but never employees. That had to have been prohibited.

But your desire is taking control of all your actions right now as you lead Tom through the gym and into your miniature office. Since you were relatively new, your office was in the back of the gym in a little room. The other offices for the more experienced trainers were near the front and were wide open to the public. You didn’t like how your space was so far away from everything because it made you feel disconnected, but right now, you’ve never been more grateful.

As you guide him into your office, you shut the door and push in the lock. You had a small wooden desk with a single picture frame and a laptop. A few different papers lie across, but you’re quick to stack them and slot them in the first drawer. When you stand back up, Tom is closer to you than ever, hovering right over you.

Your heart rate increases exponentially as his hungry eyes pierce your soul. Your impulses want to rip his shirt dramatically off of his torso, so you can run your hands all along his sweaty, ripped stomach. You’d make sure to kiss every centimeter of skin before landing on your knees for him. You’re almost positive you’d do anything he’d ask. Before you can even blink, he’s leaning in, cutting the distance and inching closer to your weekly fantasy.

“So what do I get?” His voice was breathy as his eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips. You couldn’t help but do the same.

“Anything. Anything you want,” You respond way too quickly, your desperation spilling out from you. Out of instinct, you took a step back from him, making your back bump into the wall. He was crowding your space as much as he could without actually touching you. And it was utterly killing you.

“What a generous trainer,” he placed his hand delicately on the wall next to your head. “Do you do this with all of your clients?”

“Only the fittest,” Your lustfulness made you brutally honest as if you had chugged truth serum. “But no, I’ve never… brought anyone back here before.”

“The first and the fittest. I might just have to book a session.”

“Luckily, a spot just opened. You can have it,” Your eyes meet him again. The second he sees your eyelashes flutter up, there’s nothing stopping him from kissing you. Not the tension, not the voices in his head, not the fear of someone knocking on the door asking for you.

Tom’s lips crash against yours in an eager kiss, lips melting together from the heat you’ve built up. It’s sweet and it’s salty, but it’s fulfilling that nagging ache you’ve wanted cured all week long. Your hands immediately find their way to his luscious curls, lacing your fingers through them just like you imagined. His rough-textured hand cups your jaw, angling you directing into his mouth when he slots a bit of his tongue inside.

His body presses forward against yours, rock-hard, stiff, and hot. The feeling of his heaviness and warmth was even better than you had conjured up in your crazy, little head. His rhythm was easy to rock with, and your body gravitated towards his. You whimpered into his mouth when his growing bulge poked the bottom of your tummy. Tom took that as a sign and popped off of your mouth. He trailed his wondrous mouth down your pulsing neck, causing you to stab your teeth into your lip to keep quiet.

Tom kissed and nibbled your skin without a care of who might see the marks. He didn’t know what would happen after all of this, but he wanted you to have at least one memory when it was all over. When reached your collarbone, he forced himself off of you.

“What do you want?” he grumbled.

“W-What? I don’t know! Anything, just do something, please.”

“You’re the trainer. You’re supposed to tell me what to do, no?” Tom’s teasing sends a tingle down your stomach that hits you straight in between your legs. “Do y’want me to fuck–”

“God, yes. Do anything, please,” You groaned, trying not to sound too desperate, but it was difficult when that’s all you were.

“Alright, alright, don’t worry.”

Tom pushed himself off of your body to remove his shirt. His glorious body was perfectly defined by his packed muscles wrapped in his tan skin. His skin looked so smooth, like a silky blanket. Your impulses got the best of you and before you could even think, they were roaming his god-like figure with curiosity.

“How are you so fit? Who is your trainer and how can I learn from them?” You question both jokingly and seriously. When he laughs, you can feel it vibrate through your fingertips and it makes you feel all fuzzy.

“I train myself, but I know some great cardio exercises I’d be willin’ to show you,” he winks as his hand lands on your hip. It was your turn to laugh now, your voice breaking the tight tension.

“Please,” You begged, tugging both of his hands toward you. It was your way of saying that he could do whatever he wanted now. “Go ahead.”

So he did. You removed your tennis shoes and then he yanked down your leggings. You were so needy at this point you didn’t even bother to discard your snug bra. If anything, you’re going to need its security with all the movement you’re about to do (hopefully).

His hands grabbed the hem of your leggings until they were completely off of your legs. You’re left in your soaking thong while he’s still in his loose gym shorts. Tom doesn’t waste another second because he’s growing just as impatient as you. He can feel himself twitching in his briefs, craving for a satisfaction that only you can seem to sedate.

Without a warning, Tom cups your mound with delicacy, fingers pressing against your aching hole. The gasp you let out is unwavering as your cunt clenches around nothing but your own desperation. He scrunches his palm, rubbing your underwear as you soaked through the fabric.

“Can feel that you’re soaking, darling,” Tom husks beside your ear, sending shocks of heat down your spine. You’ve never been so turned on in your life from someone, especially because of a deep, sensual accent like his. “Did I do this?”

“Yes, yes. All for you,” You nearly whined, but you withheld it with a strain. “Please just fuck me already.”

“What’s the rush, love? Got somewhere to be?” he taunted. You didn’t have anywhere to be and he seemed to know that. He was lucky you didn’t have any clients today or have any appointments. It was like the perfect coincidence that this occurred on this day. You’re grateful for the fate of the universe as he slips his hand into your panties to lace his fingers within your wetness.

“So fucking wet, love,” he grumbled so low you could barley hear it.

“I need it, please,” This is the most submissive you’ve ever been. You can’t recall a time where you have ever been this wet or needy for another man. There’s just something incredibly alluring about the man about you, rock-hard body and all.

“What do you need? Do you need me to put my finger in your tight, little hole? I bet it would just slide right in.”

“Fuck, Tom,” You growled in sexual frustration. His mouth spilled utter filth, but you were loving it. You felt the very tip of his finger nudging inside of you, causing your walls to clutch tightly. “I need you to fuck me. Please. No teasing.”

With an ever-growing smirk, Tom slips his hand out of your underwear and glides the material down your jelly-like legs. Your eyes never leave his hands, too scared to meet his intimidating eyes. You watch him with curiosity and desire as he tucks his thumbs in the waistband. His briefs come into your view and your eyes widen when you see the impressive bulge outline.

You swallow, intimidated by his size, especially since you haven’t had sex in a decent amount of time. He hasn’t even pulled down his underwear yet and you’re already frothing at the mouth.

“Do you have a condom?”

“I, um,” Your eyes wander around to your purse on the floor by your desk and you quickly bend down to pop it open. In one of your secret pockets, there is a nicely wrapped condom. “Here. I hope it fits.”

Tom laughs as he tugs his briefs down with ease. “You’re not good for my ego.”

You wanted to laugh in response, but you were too distracted by his cock. Mesmerizingly, you gaze at his hand stroking his veiny length, seemingly as desperate as you with pre-cum leaking at the tip.

Instead of grabbing the condom from your hand, Tom says, way too gravelly, “I want you to do it.”

So, with shaky hands and doe-eyes, you rip open the package and slide on the latex. The look on your face can easily make it seem like you’ve never even seen a dick before. But now looking at Tom’s, it feels like all the others are down the drain.

Within seconds, Tom has you back against the wall, one hand resuming beside your head and the other on your hip. Your heart jumped and pussy throbbed, waiting for him to break the lustful barrier in between you two.

“Ready?”

“Y-Yes,” You whimper as the head of his cock glides along your thighs before sliding in between them. Your arousal soaks the condom as he grips one of your legs, hoisting you up and around his waist. Your arms instantly wrap around his neck for security as your leg connects to him like a koala.

With one leg on the floor, you try to maintain your balance as he finally thrusts into you. You both collectively groan in sexual satisfaction, finally having your craving fulfilled. When you thought he had pushed all the way in, Tom pumps deeper inside of you, causing you to squeal.

“Shh, darling. Don’t want anyone to hear us fucking in your office, do you?” Your moans contradict his request, but you can’t help it. His hips were flicking up into you so fucking deliciously, and you couldn’t stop yourself from bucking right back into him. “Or maybe you do. You want someone to walk in and see one of their trainers getting their brains fucked out?”

“M-Maybe,” You couldn’t lie, the idea was enthralling. The idea and his dirty words made your toes curl and eyes roll to the back of your head. He knew exactly what to say and when to say it, almost as if he’d studied this.

“But I don’t want to get fired,” You whined a little too loudly.

“Well, then you better be a good girl and quiet down.”

In order to obey his demand, you brought one of your hands to cover your mouth. You allowed yourself to moan in your palm when his pace increased and he bottomed out completely. You could feel yourself fluttering around his cock as he rammed into you like no tomorrow.

His free hand traveled down to your clit and circled the throbbing bud with roughness. You shrieked against yourself, clenching tightly around his thick cock to compensate. Blindly, you are clawing at the skin on his neck and chest. Still, even when he was deep inside of you, you were terrified to look into his dark eyes.

With every thrust, you felt the way his muscles contracted against you. You felt and heard the way you drenched his cock even more with the sight. His muscles and body were the first thing that caught your eye about him to begin with, so you’re not totally surprised that you’re dripping from that.

He looks like a model. A statue. A god.

Small beads of sweat began to form on his abdomen, glazing down his chunks of muscle as he jammed harder into you. Your head hit the wall hard in ecstasy when he lowered himself to your neck and nibbled right below your ear. Every breath and groan that slipped from his mouth just sent you into overdrive and made you insane.

“I’m close,” You breathily warned, squeezing your leg tightly around him to push him even deeper. Tom groaned loudly on accident, too overpowered by the feeling of you.

“Wish I could hear your sweet sounds,” Tom mumbles as he pinches the top of your thighs to make you squeal. He resumes his attention on your clit, so he can distract himself from coming, because he knows he’s milliseconds away from absolutely losing it. “I know you’d sound so pretty screaming my name.”

“Tom,” You whimpered instead, eyes screwing closed. Your back began arching towards his buff chest and your breathing was becoming more rapid, indicating that your release was right around the corner. “I’m coming, shit.”

“Let go, love. C’mon, know you need it,” his lovely accent guided you through it with gravel encouragement. With another skillful rock of his cock, you were coming until you saw stars. Literally. Your eyes were closed so tightly that you saw little white specks in your vision. “There you go.”

Tom took that as his sign to finally relieve himself. As his thrust got sloppier, he helped you through it. With a fist to the wall and head in your shoulder, he came harshly in the condom.

Your body squirmed in his hold, already too sensitive. He gently let you stand on both feet, keeping you steady as you regained your balance. He removed the condom, tied it, and tossed it in the garbage.

“I can take out y’trash if you want me to,” Tom offered as you both slipped on your clothes. The humidity in the room seemed higher than ever, and then to put your clothes back on was just torturous.

“It’s alright, it’s not like anyone will go through it,” You reassured as you struggled to pull up your sticky leggings.

There was a moment of silence that made your heart rate pick up.You were both fully dressed and there was nothing stopping him from walking out. What was he thinking? Was he trying to find the best way to leave without being mean?

“I—” You both spoke at the same time, a flush burning your skins.

“Go ahead,” You insisted, too nervous and impatient for his response. He probably never wanted to see you again and that was fine, this was just a one-time thing that you will be thinking about occasionally. Or every day.

“Okay,” Now, Tom couldn’t seem to meet your eyes. He felt a tad nervous all of sudden as if he’d never talked to a girl before. He’s done this stuff loads of times, but he can’t help but get flustered like a school boy. “Can I… have your number? You can totally say no—”

“Yes,” You probably responded way too quickly, but you didn’t care. He wanted your number and you weren’t going to waste a second pretending to think about it. A smile grows on his face that was even bigger than his devilish smirk from earlier. “What does this mean?”

If you didn’t ask him, you would’ve been regretting it forever. You knew you wouldn't have had the courage to text him that question. What if he never even texted you, and he was just asking for your number to be nice?

“It means I’m going to text you.”

“Okay, well, thanks for clearing that up for me,” You rolled your eyes, but at least he was honest.

“Maybe ask you out too.”

“Really?” Your heart jumped on a trampoline in your chest, excitement bubbling up within you. You have been on a date in about a year, and Tom seems like a wet dream come true. You thought that maybe he wanted a friends with benefits arrangement, but a date? Is this real life?

“Yeah, if that’s something you want—”

“Yes,” You probably responded way too quickly, but you didn’t care. He wanted to take you on a freaking date and you weren’t going to waste a second pretending to think about it.

You did give him a free cardio session. The least he can do is take you out, right? What’s better than a free cardio session? Free food!

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thanks for reading, this isn’t my favorite thing i’ve ever written because it felt a bit forced… so sorry about that 😭

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[usafphantom2]

There is nothing that amuses me more than a secret inside of a secret.

Here’s an article that I wrote that my friend Dario Leone owner of Aviation Geek Club shared about the YF 12 and the secret SR 71 tail number 951.

Most people when they think of the YF 12 think of it as an experimental airplane that never really flew, but that is wrong. It did fly for many years. The last flight was in 1979 when it was flown to the Air Force Museum near Dayton, Ohio you can find it next to the XB-70.

The so-called YF-12C was really the SR-71A 61-7951, modified with a bogus tail number 06937 belonging to an A-12.

Taken in 1975, the interesting photos in this post show NASA Blackbirds carrying the ” Cold wall” heat transfer pod on a pylon beneath the forward fuselage.

The Blackbirds portrayed in these photos are usually referred to as YF-12s, but actually one of them was an SR-71 as Linda Sheffield Miller (Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer), who runs Born into the Wild Blue Yonder Habubrats Facebook page, told to The Aviation Geek Club: ‘In case anybody asked the pictures with the two NASA Blackbirds the one on the top is a YF-12 but the one on the bottom is an SR-71!

‘Another interesting thing about those pictures is that NASA was not allowed to have an SR-71 but they did and they passed it off as a YF-12!

In fact, the “YF-12C” was a then-secret SR-71A (serial no. 64-17951, the second production SR-71A) given the NASA tail no. 60-6937. The reason for this bit of subterfuge lay in the fact that NASA while flying the YF-12A interceptor version of the aircraft, was not allowed to possess the strategic reconnaissance version for some time. The bogus tail number actually belonged to a Lockheed A-12 (serial no. 60-6937), but the existence of the A-12 remained classified until 1982. The tail number 06937 was selected because it followed the sequence of tail numbers assigned to the three existing YF-12A aircraft: 06934, 06935, and 06936. Isn’t that amazing?’

The Coldwell project, supported by Langley Research Center, consisted of a stainless steel tube equipped with thermocouples and pressure sensors. A special insulating coating covered the tube, which was chilled with liquid nitrogen.

Given that the US Air Force (USAF) needed technical assistance to get the latest reconnaissance version of the A-12 family, the SR-71A, fully operational, the service offered NASA the use of two YF-12A aircraft, 60-6935 and 60-6936.

Eventually, with 146 flights between Dec. 11, 1969, and Nov. 7, 1979, 935 became the workhorse of the program while the second YF-12A, 936, made 62 flights. Given that this aircraft was lost in a non-fatal crash on Jun. 24, 1971, it was replaced by the so-called YF-12C SR-71A 61-7951, modified with YF-12A inlets and engines and a bogus tail number 06937.

The SR-71 differed from the YF-12A in that the YF-12A had a round nose while the SR-71 had its chine carried forward to the nose of the airplane. The SR-71 was longer, nearly 8 feet longer as it had an extra fuel tank that the YF 12 didn’t have. There were other differences in internal and external configuration, but the two aircraft shared common inlet designs, structural concepts, and subsystems. Also of note the SR 71C is really a combination of a static display of the SR 71 for the front half and the back half is the crashed YF-12!

In my study of all the Blackbirds, I have found other secrets inside of secrets. Such as the test SR-71 plane the 955. Everyone was told often that this airplane never left the United States, but that is not true.

When it comes to reconnaissance airplanes and War, even if it was a Cold War, Rearranging the facts is fair.

There will always be mystery in the SR 71 program.

Don’t believe that all of the secrets have been told.

I know that is not true.

Linda Sheffield, Daughter of a Habu

@Habubrats71 via X

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[lokisprettygirl]

Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)

Read chapter 7 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 8

Summary: It's Daemon's birthday but you get a surprise instead.

Warning: 18+ sex ,period sex (if it bothers you skip the scene) death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could

Note : I tried something new with this chapter.. you'll see 🙈

“Did you recognise him?” You asked Daemon as you tugged his arm lightly so he looked behind but Danny had driven away already.

“No..did you?” He asked you with a look of confusion on his face.

“That was one of the crew members on Utopia” You muttered causing Daemon to respond with a knowing smirk,

“How do you even remember that?” he asked you so you slapped his arm playfully to stifle his amusement.

“It's nothing like that..he tried to hit on me once..but that's all” he couldn't help but chuckle as you said that. A hint of jealousy crept in anyways, you were a gorgeous woman, of course men were flirting with you onboard the ship but you chose to sleep with an arse like him. Everytime he remembered that morning when he was so cruel to you he wanted to turn back the time and take it all back.

As Lily opened the door, she was moving with the help of a crutch, she greeted Cole and wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace, then she hugged Aemond, and Emma even but she completely ignored Daemon and you ofcourse.

“Daemon can I talk to you for a minute?”

Well that didn't last long.

She asked him so he looked around the group and nodded eventually. A wave of sympathy washed over him at the current state she was in, the old him that was devoted to her would have been here all day long like he had been before everytime she got sick and injured but he knew his actions would have gone unnoticed in the long term.

Despite the fact that he was no longer interested in her as a potential romantic partner, he still cared for her deeply as a friend. The memories they shared and the bond they had forged still meant a great deal to him, and he couldn't help but feel concern for her well-being.

“I'll be right back” he caressed your cheek with his thumb before he leaned down to kiss you softly.

As he followed Lily to her bedroom With a faint smile, you moved to the couch and sat down. Emma was perched on Aemond's lap on the other side and they were both watching you intently, while Cole seemed quite uncomfortable, shifting his gaze about the room as if not knowing what to do with himself.

“Well this is so comfortable and not awkward at all..so glad we came”

You mumbled in your mouth so Emma chuckled to cut the tension. The thought of Danny crossed your mind once again. Did they stay in touch after the incident? What was he doing here? The manufacturers of Queen Utopia blamed the sinking on unexpected hardware defaults, but something happened that shouldn't have happened that night. How could a ship like that get breached so easily you wondered?

“I feel like I need to take an appointment to even see you these days” Lily spoke to him so he sighed in response, her voice carried a hint of annoyance and sadness at the same time.

“You don't need an appointment Lily.. once you're healed we can start performing again, I think we all need to do that sooner or later”

Her eyes teared up as the casual tone of his voice broke her heart. There was a time when she had been his world, the center of his attention, and his priority, even more so than his music and she knew she was the only one to blame for why Daemon had drifted away from her. She was selfish and wanted to enjoy her 20s with no restrictions because she always felt that at the end she'd find her way back to Daemon and he'd take her back.

“You say that as if we can be in the same group with so many differences” she mumbled sarcastically so he crossed his arms defensively. Her words didn't sit right with him.

“Why not? We have done it before while you were flaunting other men right in front of my eyes” he snapped bitterly and that only raised her temper. What was she doing wrong? She had tried to do everything to bring him back but it was as if he saw nothing beyond you anymore. What had you done to him?

“As if you didn't sleep around with other women, you always speak of it as if i cheated on you”

She raised her voice at him and he knew her voice would reach to your ears, he didn't come here for this, he just wanted to check up on her as a friend, as someone he had spent a decade with but perhaps he needed to maintain his distance from her for her own good and his own sanity.

“How long will you punish me for picking myself that night? When I realized what I had done and what I had lost it was too late..but can't you just give me another chance at this? Do you have any idea how guilt stricken I was when I realized you weren't going to come back? But somehow you did and I still lost you”

She asked him as she wept so he just shook his head in response.

Daemon's thoughts drifted to the impact their soured relationship would have on the band. Music had always been his greatest passion, something he had dedicated his life to, and it was all he could see himself doing. It was true that he would likely never be the next Bruce Springsteen, but his main goal was to make enough money to live comfortably and keep you happy by his side because he had spent the majority of the fortune on that thing already.

As he turned around to leave she said something that made him stop in his tracks. God dammit Cole.

“I heard that you're writing a song…about her..a love song” her voice trembled both from envy and hurt as she spoke so he turned to look at her, his own eyes were teary now,

“10 years you have known me and you have never written something so personal for me..she's your muse now isn't she..I don't even get to be that anymore, do i?”

“I'm sorry, nothing that I'm doing is to hurt you here..i have changed, she has changed me and for good, I'm not the same man anymore and I'd never want to be, I can't be the Daemon you were used to ditching as you wished, even if I try so just…forgive me okay?”

With those words he walked out of her room, took your hand in his, and led you away from the house. You muttered a half-hearted goodbye to the others, not wanting to be impolite.

“You don't need to see her ..ever again” he said to you as he tied your seatbelt for you so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly.

“Are you okay?” You asked him as you pushed back the hair that was falling all over his forehead and instead of answering you with words he brought his lips to yours and kissed you as lovingly as you had done before.

He was okay, with you by his side he almost felt invincible.

Not for a single moment he ever regretted the decision he had made to be with you, he had tried to move on before to get over Lily and find someone who wouldn't push and pull him again as they pleased but he never could. Until you came along and showed him that a relationship didn't have to be so self-serving.

Later that week as he packed for his trip to meet his family in Northampton, the thought of him getting on the plane filled you with unease. You held your breath until you heard from himself that his flight had landed safely, as you didn't want to experience another tragedy like the one that happened on that ship. You were going to be scarred and paranoid for life, that you knew.

How unlucky you had to be on a ship that sunk to the bottom of the ocean? Now you were afraid something horrible could happen again but he was safe and that was all that mattered to you.

And you missed him terribly. You missed being around him so much that it was driving you crazy in all sorts of ways, a part of you feared that you were too attached to him but then what was wrong with that you wondered. He wouldn't hurt you, that you knew, he wouldn't turn his back on you in the middle of this relationship and find someone else, your insecurities stemmed from the past wounds but deep down in your heart you knew he was it. He was your man, that one man you had been looking for all your life.

Maybe there was some truth to his theory about you two being fated to be together.

“Hey gorgeous” he mumbled as he laid down on the bed with the phone pointing right at him.

“Heyyyyy handsome..how was your day today”

He was shirtless, freshly showered, he had been working out lately to get back to his healthy weight and you were starting to see the effect it was showing on his body. You wanted him to come back so you could cuddle against him and bite those developing pecs between your teeths.

“Ahhhh tiring, went out fishing with Viserys then we hiked for a while” his accent was thick and heavy as he spoke, very posh, being around family must have brought his inner posh boy around..

“Mmmmmm weren't you scared of the waters?” you asked him so he gave you a tight lipped smile. He always felt that as a man he didn't have to be so vulnerable and show his fears but you never shied away from making him want to open up to you.

“I kind of was at first but then I pictured you holding my hands and it turned out fine”

“You're cute aren't you” you giggled and he shook his head in response.

“I miss you my brave girl..what did you do today hmm? Feeling okay?” he asked you so you nodded but you weren't feeling okay.

“Then come back because I miss you” he smiled as you mumbled softly, he seemed tired from the day and you had this incessant urge to coddle him to sleep. Your body was burning just for a touch of him.

“Soon baby..I see the necklace you have on and the peach shirt that you stole from me” you bit on your lip as he said that. It was the shell necklace he had gifted you and you were definitely wearing his shirt as you missed his scent around you. You didn't want to get so emotional but your eyes teared up and he noticed it immediately.

“What's wrong hmm?”he asked you so you took a deep breath and sighed.

“Nothing I'm just..i feel like I'm too dependent on you and it's going to annoy you sooner or later”

His brows furrowed as you said that as if you had said something so completely absurd.

“Annoy me silly? I like it that you feel that way because that's how I feel too..if I was there I'd be all over you and in you right now” he whispered the last part and your face flushed immediately.

“Really?”’

“Don't make me catch a flight in the middle of the night”

“That makes me feel better”

“Mmmm your look is doing things to me baby..”

And now he was purposefully using his bedroom voice on you.

“Mmmmhm?”

You watched his free hand lower down as he rubbed his cock from over his briefs, the look on his face was familiar, lust so transparent in those beautiful irises.

“I'm counting minutes until I get to touch you again” he mumbled so you got up and placed the phone on the bedside drawer, the bedroom light was off but you kept the candlelights on to give him a soft sensuous view and because you were obsessed with that hue. Reminded you of the bonfire on the island.

“I'm not used to being desired this way”

You mumbled as you walked a few steps behind as you fiddled with the buttons of his shirt.

“I am going to use you until you're used to it and I'll never stop”

Your face flushed at the remark. He was so dirty and you loved it. Your Cavemon. “Show me something baby I'm starving..” his voice came out in whispers as he pulled his cock out of the confinement of his pants so you twirled around a little before you unbuttoned the shirt one by one..your naked thighs was a vision already, he desperately wanted to have those gorgeous legs wrapped around him.

You turned around as you took the shirt off and showed off your naked body for him, you had never been so abashed before but it felt free and liberating, him being so far away and yet being able to see you like this was sexy. He made you feel beautiful even when you were at your worst on that Island so right now in the comfort of your room you felt like an absolute goddess in front of him.

“Good gorgeous girl..you're so fucking beautiful” you moved towards the bed and turned the phone so he had access of you on your bed before you laid down on your back.

“I wish you were here baby.. fucking me with your thick hard cock right now”

You mumbled as you spread your legs apart and played with your clit, he almost dropped the phone as he heard your sultry voice melting in his ears, the sound of his fist pumping his own length was loud and clear, and so were the moans and groans erupting from his throat, he was the sexiest man you had ever known of, especially when he was in the throes of pleasure..

Didn't take long for him to splatter his cum all over himself as he cried out your name in ecstasy.

Safe to say you both slept very easily that night.

The very next day however Emma informed you about a very public post Lily had made on reddit, acting very heartbroken and talking about how her ex boyfriend chose to abandon her and moved on with someone else while she was still dealing with the trauma of ship sinking. People knew about you and Daemon and local people knew about Lily as well because of the band but the way she had spun the story in her favor was completely one sided and unfair especially to Daemon.

When the gossip reached his ears Daemon seemed unfazed and asked you to stay calm and not worry about it as he didn't really care what other people were saying about him.

The time on the island has taught him that none of these things would matter in the end or would hold any value in the laws of nature.

As his birthday arrived you woke him up with morning sex and then you cooked a hearty breakfast for him, later that evening you put on a beautiful a line dress as he took you to the paradise and told you that there was a surprise for you.

“It's not fair you know..it's your birthday and I'm supposed to give you surprises” he chuckled as you said that before he pulled you closer to kiss you.

“You have all the time in the world to do that my love”

After a few minutes he excused himself and Emma made you sit down with her, then it went completely dark, but the lights on the center stage began to flicker. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Daemon appeared, clutching his guitar. The rest of the members of the band stood behind him, except Lily of course.

You really thought that was the surprise, him singing again and you were exceptionally happy about it but what he said next fastened your heartbeat.

“We always play famous songs and you guys enjoy it alot, but this song is a bit special to me. I wrote this for the love of my life”

The audience broke into cheers, but you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sudden revelation. Love of his Life? Did he mean You? Well you hoped so but Oh god..

“Okay here it goes.. darling this is for you” he looked you right in the eye as he spoke. The people yet again burst into applause and hoots as Daemon began to strum the opening chords,

“I’ve been foolish, been so dumb, chasing feelings that had me numb, Then you came for me.. like an angel,

To save me cause I wasn't able”

Your eyes teared up immediately as he looked at you and sang, his fingers moved softly over the strings of his guitar, singing straight into your heart. It was a moment you knew you would never forget, a moment that would be etched in your mind forever.

Never in your life you ever thought anyone would care enough about you to even do this. You stood up from your seat and walked closer to the staging area as you couldn't resist.

“So why does it now surprise you baby, I feel vacant when I'm not inside you lately,

My time goes still when I'm not around you, around you, around youuu”

You didn't want to cry but you were going to.

“Darling I want to put our pictures on the wall one day, dancing around with you and making love all day,

So I can look back.. at our time together, cherish kisses shared with one another.

The end of us would be the end of love for me…

As I love you and you will be my only.”

You quickly wiped the tears that fell down your cheeks, you had no intention of crying today but you were over pouring with emotions at that moment. This was too good, too pure and too much for you. You had done nothing to deserve this.

“When we were sinking down so fast

You held my hands under the deep water,

When the darkness whelmed it's cast

You shined on me like a burning ember,”

His voice trembled as he sang that part but he recovered quickly and gave you a smile.

“So why does it now surprise you baby

That i can't even be without you lately

And My heart goes still when I'm not around you, around you, around youuuuu..

My Darlin' I wanna put our pictures on the wall one day, As we grow old, gray and dull someday,

So I can look back at our time forever, soaking every tear we shed together

The end of you would be the end of love for me…

Cause I love youuu and you will always be my only..

Yeah I promise you…you'll forever be my only”

You heard the roaring of the crowd as he finished the song and he put his guitar down and looked you right in the eye, he was nervous and afraid that you'd not like it or that you'd feel ashamed of him.

He was unsure of how you would react.

All you wanted to do was to run towards him, pull him into your arms and never let go. But instead, you found yourself suddenly filled with a surge of emotions, and when it became too much, you turned around and ran out of the club.

Did he say that he loved you? That he was in love with you? He wanted to Grow old together with you? Did he see you two making it that far together? Did he feel for you as strongly as you did?

You took a deep breath as you stepped out in the fresh air, your tears didn't stop rolling. A moment later you felt his presence behind you so you turned around to look at him.

“That bad huh?” He chuckled even though his eyes were teary, so you walked closer to him.

“Bad? Bad? You think that was bad and that's why I ran out?”

You asked him so he shrugged “Do you mean it all? Everything you said.. about us getting old and-- together--” you spoke again so he gave you his sweetest smile.

“Each and every word darling I promise”

You closed the distance between you two and grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him in for a kiss.

“How come you became the best thing to ever happen to me Daemon? How dare you?” You mumbled against his mouth before you kissed him again as passionately as you could.

And then you ran again. This time back into the club to yell from the top of your lungs that you had enjoyed the sweet surprise so much that you had to go jump his bones immediately and treat him like the king that he was.

When you came out again his eyes were teary, you looked like a child high on a sugar rush and his heart warmed at the sight, he wanted to keep you happy this way, always. You grabbed his arm and pulled him into the nearest way, giggling all the way through, he pressed you against the wall in that darkened alley as he kissed you, his hands sneaked under your dress so you held his hand and stopped him.

You turned him around so he was up against the wall and you nipped on his neck before you kissed down from his chest, his heart skipped a beat as he realized what you were about to do

“Are you sure about this ?” He asked as you went down into a squat position.

“Would I be undoing your buttons already if I wasn't sure?”

You winked at him as you took his cock out. You were going to blow his mind like he had blown yours and sure you did, he was a mess of mumbling moans and sweat by the time you were done with him and you swallowed each and every drop he had spilled in your mouth.

If you thought him writing a song for you was the end of what he could do for you then you were mistaken completely, that was just the beginning. What he had planned for you next was something you never could have imagined even in your wildest dreams.

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Note : I hope the lyrics aren't complete shit, I'm not a songwriter ofcourse, I'm barely a writer 😅 and i know Daemon would write a kick-ass song but let's pretend it was good 🤣❤️

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To Care About Someone (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1426 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Beginnings of a relationship.

The first time Homelander took you flying.

Since you've become friends with Homelander, you have spent many an hour up in his penthouse talking with him. Not about anything important, just regular everyday work-related chitchat. As he doesn't really have any other acquaintances to talk to, you figure he welcomes the distraction from his gruelling schedule. And you also like to have company at work; nobody else in your department will even entertain the idea of small talk.

Normally, you and Homelander meet in his penthouse at the same time each afternoon for your little conversations. For whatever reason, today he's requested you come up after your shift has ended in the evening.

Once your work day is finished, you make your way up to his penthouse. You step out of the elevator and walk into his living room, finding him already seated on the couch.

"Glad to see you made it," he remarks, showing off his canines as he beams down at you. You return the smile while climbing onto his oversized couch, taking your seat next to him.

"What did you want to talk about, Homelander?" you ask, sitting as professionally as you can. It's quite a contrast from Homelander, whose body language is very relaxed while his rests one of his legs on his coffee table.

"I just wanted to get to know you a bit better, ask you about yourself," he answers nonchalantly, propping one of his arms on the back of the couch. "That's what friends do, right?"

You can't help but giggle at his awkward attempt at participating in normal human behaviour. You think it's cute, but it's just because you believe he's never really had friends before.

In reality, this after-work engagement with you is something Homelander has been planning for the past few days. Not once in his entire life has he ever organically made a friend before, especially one that isn't afraid of him like you. He has been researching books and analyzing many films on how to solidify his friendship with you. Generally, your meetings together center around work matters. You have never talked to him about your past or personal interests, and he never thought to ask.

You answer all of Homelander's questions honestly, about your goals, your hobbies, and your life before moving to New York. All of your average human experiences that are so alien to him. The entire time, he is entirely enthralled by your stories, quietly listening to your every word. Not once does he interrupt you, or take his eyes off you. This is the complete opposite of every other talk you've had with him. Usually, he is the one leading the discussions, which tend to revolve around him and his problems. Right now he's studying you like he's preparing for a test.

After some time, you happen to look over at the penthouse window. When you first sat down, the sky outside was a dull blue; now it's pitch black.

"Oh jeez, how late is it?" you wonder, taking a look at the time on your phone. You are shocked to see you've been talking to Homelander for quite a few hours longer than you normally do. "Shoot, I missed my bus," you note, sliding off the couch. "I'll have to catch a taxi home."

"Nonsense," he interjects, waving his hand at your silly human conundrum. "I can fly you home."

"Oh, um," you mutter. "It's fine, Homelander, thanks. Really, I can just hail a cab."

"It's the least I can do," he remarks, tilting his head at your hesitance about his proposition. "A taxi at this time of night? Please, I can get you home in a minute flat."

He watches as you stand in front of the couch, frozen in place. The sound of your quickening heartbeat is confusing to him. This isn't just something he would offer to any other mudperson; you should be honoured at his proposal.

"I, um…" you mumble, looking down at the floor. You know Homelander can sense your fear, so there's no point in lying to him. "I'm… afraid of heights."

"You know I'm not going to drop you, right?" he tries to reassure you, standing up off the couch and to his full height. He tucks his hands behind his back, taking on his go-to 'nurturing leader' stance.

"It doesn't make it any less scary," you reflect, looking up at him as he saunters over in front of you.

"I'll hold onto you tight and fly slow," he tells you, putting one of his big hands on your shoulder. "It's not a problem, I'll keep you safe. Trust me."

"…Okay," you finally acquiesce, sighing when you realize he is not going to let this go. This is a perfect opportunity for him to prove what a good friend he can be, whether you like it or not.

Slowly, Homelander lowers himself down and picks you up, carefully keeping you secured in his massive arms, up against his padded chest. He holds you like you are a small child, shielding your vision from the outside world with one hand covering the back of your head.

Walking over to his balcony launch pad, he bends his knees and propels himself into the night sky. While his cruising speed is closer to 1800 kilometers an hour, he consciously keeps himself at a far slower pace for your comfort.

Despite his best efforts, he can still observe your immense terror. Even with the noise of the city and the wind blowing strongly, the sounds of your rapid breathing and accelerated pulse pounds loudly in his ears. Glancing down at you, he sees that your eyes are glued shut, not risking even the slightest chance of seeing the city far below you.

Usually Homelander couldn't be bothered about the welfare of those he's flying. However, your own anxiety is seeping into him. He grips onto you a bit tighter, not to ensure your safety, but to calm himself down. He's never felt this way about another person, this desire to prove himself to you without any expectations in return. Is this what it feels like to care about someone?

Luckily, as he promised, he arrives at your home after a minute of flight. He gradually descends to the ground, touching down as lightly as he can. Gently, he releases you from his arms and keeps a hand on your back while you regain your bearings.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asks, shooting you a soft smile.

"Uh… no, I guess," you eventually utter after catching your breath. Fortunately, right now the entire experience is just a blur in your mind. "Thank you Homelander, I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it, it's what I do," he proclaims, puffing his chest out like a proud peacock. Although he is doing his best to give you a display of suave posturing, you can see a different story playing out in his eyes. The little hints of genuine happiness from your thanks, how grateful he is to prove his commitment of friendship to you. You aren't like everyone else he has to deal with; this really means a lot to him.

"Well, it is late. I'd better get inside and go to sleep," you tell him. "But I promise I will visit first thing in the morning, okay?"

"I'll be waiting," he responds, giving you a salute as he watches you enter your home and wave him goodbye.

He launches himself at full speed into the air, the force of which is audible to you even inside your home. But he doesn't fly back to the Tower right away.

Unbeknownst to you, Homelander hovers in the night sky, using his X-ray vision to watch you move around inside your home. He doesn't understand why, but he there is a small part of him that wants to make sure you get into your bed, to see you wrap yourself in your blankets and fall asleep. He wants to know that you're safe.

And even when he does zoom back to his penthouse, that small part of him is still thinking about you. The way that, in spite of your fears, you trusted him with your life to fly you home. He wonders if this is what it's like to have a friend. He wonders if you will have another late night conversation with him. He wonders if you trust him enough to let him fly you home again.

And most of all, he wonders if you're dreaming about him like he is about you.

[ditzybuzzy]

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Idk if you're still doing requests but if you get the chance can you do a spicy Hunk x Umbrella Scientist?

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To Trust or To Not be Trusted

Resident Evil HUNK x Umbrella Scientist

Warnings: female reader, p in v, face fucking, light bondage, rough sex, chair sex, fingering, choking

A/N: This is just a part of a longer piece. I have decided to post the full/uncut version on my new Ao3: kbuzzy

I give credit to my lovely fiancé who actually helped me write this. Never would I have thought he'd write a smut fic with me, but here we are. I hope you enjoy~♡

You look into the small compact mirror placed inside of your hand, staring at your reflection. You let out a deep sigh.

“This is the big day,” you tell yourself. “This is the day I’m going to do it.” You have said this before…

You think of your plan and the benefits of it coming to fruition.

You stare at yourself once again in the mirror. You take in your new appearance. It was unlike you to care enough to put on a full face of makeup, but things were different today.

You sit back into the office chair at your desk. You turn your computer on and go to your emails. You have four unread emails from the same person. You hover over them, but don’t bother reading them. Next, you look to your phone positioned to the right of the computer and see that there are four voicemails all from the same number. You ignore these as well.

You check the clock in your office. “7:32 a.m.”. Most people didn't show up until 8:30 a.m. You’ve timed them a few times. Most work doesn’t really start until 9 here.

You turn your chair around and scan your small room. The room is probably 100 square feet. There’s plenty enough room for you. The door is directly across from you positioned slightly right of center with three clear windows to the left of it. The blinds are thick and cover the complete windows. You can see the shadows of people moving outside, but they can’t see in. To the left of the windows is another wall. This wall hosts a bookcase which you keep some of your medical and research books from college and some of your knickknacks. To the right of the door is another wall which hosts a small safe, which only you know the password, a small testing area with very few supplies, and a small beanbag chair which you like to read your books from.

You turn your chair back around. “I can probably get a little more sleep,” you think to yourself. This isn’t something you haven’t done in the few months you’ve worked here. You figured it would be easier to show up early and take a short nap then to rush and be late.

You get up from your chair and move to the bean bag. Some people may think it’s unprofessional to have this in your office, but you find it to be very useful for times like this.

You sit down and the beads form around you. They feel comforting and supportive of your body. You sink into the bag, and it takes you in. You begin to drift off…

Bang! Bang! Bang! You wake up startled. Your heart is pounding. You look to the door. Bang! Bang! Bang! The door vibrates with every blow.

“Shit,” you think to yourself. “ Did I sleep too late? I wasn’t planning on this happening this soon.” You look at the clock. “7:56”. You had barely been out. The person at the door is early, and judging by the banging, they don't seem happy.

You get up and make sure to adjust your skirt and tidy up your hair as much as you can with this little of notice.

“One second!” You yell in a charming voice.

 You walk to the blinds and take one slightly back. You see a man in tactical gear who is holding a sub-machine gun in his left hand by the handguard. You look at his face and he is wearing a black gas mask with red lenses, and a black helmet. You can’t see his face, but you can tell he’s pissed.

You go to the door and questions briefly whether you should open it. “This is what I wanted,” you say to yourself and grip the handle. You open the door.

HUNK they call him. You recognize him from the previous times you have seen him. You have also done basic research from your computer to find out some information on him. You haven’t actually got to meet the man that they call the Grim Reaper yet.

“Um… Can I help you?” You say almost trembling over your words.

 “You know what I am here for…” He says in a stern yet almost disappointed voice.

You feel fear come over you. You tremble over your next words. “Oh, this must be about the documents,” you say.  

His body stands rigid. If you could see his eyes, they’d stare through your soul.

“Tell me,” he begins to say. “Why would you go through all this trouble? From what I understand, you are brand new,” he says with an aggravated tone.

 You look at him. You can’t help but eye him up and down to try to understand if he’s going to take his frustrations out on you.

 “I… Well… I was trying to do my own research; I didn’t… mean to harm anyone. I also felt like I could do some good with those documents,” you fumble your words.

“You know research on your own time is not authorized here. Regardless, I am here for my documents. Give them to me and I will make this all go away,” he says to you in a stern, demanding tone.

You shift your body weight to your left leg and pop out your hip. “I can give you your documents back. I only briefly read them. They seem to want to keep your information very secret.” You sound more confident in this. “But how do I know you won’t kill me?” you ask.

 “I have no intention of killing you,” he groans out. “If you hand over the documents, we can both go on our separate ways. No harm, no foul. Your higher-ups may have issues with you taking those, but that’s not my concern.”

Voices start whispering down the hall. HUNK steps through the door forcing you to step back. He closes the door behind him.

“I’ll give you the documents. Don’t worry about that,” you say to him. “But I need to trust you first and I don’t want to lose my job.”

 You can see yourself in his red lenses. Whatever fear it had looked like you had must have faded or sunk itself deep inside of you because you cannot see it on the woman in the reflection.

“How do I make you trust me?” He asks.

“Well, I have a few things in mind that I can think of,” you again let your eyes wonder over his body. You can’t help but notice his muscles and think of how this man could probably kill you in a split second.

“I want to..." You pause, eyes trailing down to his crotch. "Help you,” you finish. You try to avoid being so direct, but from what you have read on the man, he is very direct and does not like games. “I know that you have a stressful job, and based on your files, you don’t have a lot of down time. I want to make you feel special for at least a few minutes if not more.”

There is a silence for what must have been only a few seconds, but it felt like minutes. He traces your body with his head.

“You want to fuck me?” He asks directly in a stern and deep voice. “I can’t say that I’ve been asked that before,” he mutters.

“Well, I was trying to be more dis…” Without waiting for your full response, he grabs you by your throat. His body presses against yours.

With his right hand wrapped across your throat, he pushes you backward into your seat. You can barely breathe as his gloved hand prevents you from speaking. He then takes his left hand and grabs the collar of your white coat. With ease, he pulls the coat, and the buttons pop off exposing your chest. Your white lace bra covers your breasts. With his right hand still wrapped around your throat, he uses his left to grab white zip ties off his belt. You can’t help but think he has done this before, maybe not in the same circumstance though.

He releases his right hand from your neck and moves his right forearm to the hand’s former spot. This allows you to gasp momentarily for air.

HUNK grabs your right wrist first and zip ties it to the arm of the chair. You weren’t going to fight him anyways, but even if you tried to fight this move, it would have been useless as you realize he is much stronger than you. After he is satisfied with the tightness and security of the zip tie, he moves his left forearm to your throat and ties your left arm. Your arms are locked in place and you can’t help but know that he is a professional.

He releases your throat and steps back. “Don’t make too much noise,” he says in a deep raspy voice. His mask muffles his words. You can tell he is serious.

“No promises,” you say in a teasing tone.

He steps back towards you and grabs your lace top with his right hand. He pulls the top upwards towards your face and your soft breasts slip out of the lace.

HUNK then takes his left gloved hand and puts it around your face. He caresses your face and then, with his thumb, traces your lips. He circles your plump lips and begins to move them up in down methodically. You begin to feel warm inside, your body feels warm, and you slightly open your mouth inviting his thumb inside.

He sticks his thumb in and out of your mouth each time pulling saliva with it. He takes his right hand and places it on your bare breast. He gently grabs your breast and massages it with his hand. He then traces your curves downward toward the top of your skirt.

You open your eyes and stop sucking for a second to see that he is unzipping his pants. You can see his cock bulged against the seam. With his right hand, he reaches in.

He fishes around in his pants for a few seconds before he pulls it out. You glance at it for a second and realize that he's painfully hard. He grips his dick with his right hand and pulls his left hand away from your face. Saliva trails his thumb and falls down your chin.

He takes another step towards you. He stands tall enough that his cock is the same height as your head. He uses his hand to stoke his length while you watch. You can see his veins and his pulse vibrating through his shaft. He moves it towards your face.

You open your lips and allow him to enter. He's warm and stiff. He starts off with doing shallow thrusts into your mouth. You suck until your lips are sealed around him.

He moves his right hand to the back of your head and begins thrusting deeper into you. You gag, he doesn’t stop though. He continues to go deeper and deeper until tears begin forming at the corner of your eyes and running down your cheeks. Your mascara runs down your face and neck. He thrusts all the way to his base. You feel him in your throat each time.

Eventually he pulls his cock out of your drooling mouth and steps back. You gasp for air and let out a cough filled of spit and pre-cum. You feel the stickiness run down onto your chest and over your breasts. You notice that his cock is still hard and that he hasn’t came yet.

With little break, he reaches for his knife and unsheathes the blade. He again steps toward you. With the knife in hand, he goes to your left arm and cuts the tie holding it, and then transitions to the right and does the same. You look at your arms and see that there are red marks where the binds once were.

Before you can analyze the potential wounds, your legs are thrown up in the air close to your head. He props his hips against yours. His wet cock is on your stomach and his thighs are holding you in place. You try to regain your breath as he reaches again for two more ties. Once he finds them, he ties each of your legs to the chair arms like he did your arms.

Once secure he takes his hips and cock back and stands straight once again. He looks down at you. Your legs are almost behind your head, and you feel exposed as he can see straight up your skirt. He leans over and takes his left hand and places it slightly above your right breast. With his right hand he reaches into your skirt and slides your underwear to the side. He traces you up and down until he eventually settles on your hole. He sticks one of his gloved fingers in and slowly goes in and out. You begin to let out a small moan and your head rolls back.

He takes his left hand and moves it off your breast and to your mouth. “You have to be quiet,” he says harshly. He covers your mouth with his hand and then inserts another finger. You moan into his hand as he begins to move the two fingers back and forth inside of you. He then takes his thumb and places it onto your clit and rubs from side to side while pulling at your insides with his index and middle finger.  

You begin to feel your body contracting as he does this. He continues going in and out with his fingers until your body can't take it anymore. Your hips arch upwards until a warmth stretches against your body and your legs shake. You want more from him, though. You want him to finish too.

He removes his hand from your mouth and guides it back to his cock. He takes himself and presses it against your clit and works his way down with it to your opening. He teases around with it by pressing it in just a little bit, but not fully inserting himself.

“You better fuck me hard,” you whine out.

He looks up at your face for a brief second. You can only assume he's smiling. Smiling at how pathetic you sounded.

Like your mouth, he starts off with little thrusts and eventually works his way to fitting his large cock inside of you. He thrusts so hard that the chair begins to squeak. He begins to grunt with each thrust after a few minutes until he pulls his wet cock out and rubs his shaft against your clit. Your cum covers his shaft and runs down his pants.  

“I want you to cum on me,” you say to him through moans. You grab your breasts and squeeze them together. You open your mouth and give the man a target.

He thrusts hard and quick against your slit and unleashes three large streams of his semen onto you. Only some of the liquid lands in your mouth. The rest lands on your face or on your chest and runs down your sides.

HUNK once again stands straight up. He collects himself and puts himself back together. He once again grabs his knife and cuts your restraints.

“Now then, how about the documents,” he says to you. He says it so casually as if he didn't just fuck you.

You take a moment to collect yourself and clothe yourself with the little clothes you have. “It’s in the safe,” you say while gesturing with your head. “I’ll unlock it for you.”

You get up from the chair and walk to the safe. You input your combination and the door pops open. You dig through the few files in there and find one with red letters that spell out “CLASSIFIED”. You hand the document over to him and he looks it over very briefly and then looks back at you. Without saying another word, he turns for the door and opens it. You expect him to look back and maybe say something to you, but he does not. He walks out the door and swings it closed behind him.

“That was fun,” you say to yourself. You go to the lab table that you had set up earlier and grab a sample tube and syringe. You take the syringe and press it against your chest and suck up whatever liquid you can and press the liquid into the test tube. You place a sample label onto the tube and put it in one of the open racks. You then turn back to your chair. You are slightly amazed that it is still together, but you once again sit down and turn the chair back towards the computer. You once again navigate to your emails and click on the most recent of the unread ones. You briefly skim the email and then reply, “I have got the sample."

[mariacallous]

In the hours after Iran announced its drone and missile attack on Israel on April 13, fake and misleading posts went viral almost immediately on X. The Institute for Strategic Dialogue (ISD), a nonprofit think tank, found a number of posts that claimed to reveal the strikes and their impact, but that instead used AI-generated videos, photos, and repurposed footage from other conflicts which showed rockets launching into the night, explosions, and even President Joe Biden in military fatigues.

Just 34 of these misleading posts received more than 37 million views, according to ISD. Many of the accounts posting the misinformation were also verified, meaning they have paid X $8 per month for the “blue tick” and that their content is amplified by the platform’s algorithm. ISD also found that several of the accounts claimed to be open source intelligence (OSINT) experts, which has, in recent years, become another way of lending legitimacy to their posts.

One X post claimed that “WW3 has officially started,” and included a video seeming to show rockets being shot into the night—except the video was actually from a YouTube video posted in 2021. Another post claimed to show the use of the Iron Dome, Israel's missile defense system, during the attack, but the video was actually from October 2023. Both these posts garnered hundreds of thousands of views in the hours after the strike was announced, and both originated from verified accounts. Iranian media also shared a video of the wildfires in Chile earlier this year, claiming it showed the aftermath of the attacks. This, too, began to circulate on X.

“The fact that so much mis- and disinformation is being spread by accounts looking for clout or financial benefit is giving cover to even more nefarious actors, including Iranian state media outlets who are passing off footage from the Chilean wildfires as damage from Iranian strikes on Israel to claim the operation as a military success,” says Isabelle Frances-Wright, director of technology and society at ISD. “The corrosion of the information landscape is undermining the ability of audiences to distinguish truth from falsehood on a terrible scale.”

X did not respond to a request for comment by time of publication.

Though misinformation around conflict and crises has long found a home on social media, X is often also used for vital real-time information. But under Elon Musk’s leadership, the company cut back on content moderation, and disinformation has thrived. In the days following the October 7 Hamas attack, X was flooded with disinformation, making it difficult for legitimate OSINT researchers to surface information. Under Musk, X has promoted a crowdsourced community notes function as a way to combat misinformation on the platform to varying results. Some of the content identified by ISD has since received community notes, though only two posts had by the time the organization published its findings.

“During times of crisis it seems to be a repeating pattern on platforms such as X where premium accounts are inherently tainting the information ecosystem with half-truths as well as falsehoods, either through misidentified media or blatantly false imagery suggesting that an event has been caused by a certain actor or state,” says Moustafa Ayad, ISD executive director for Asia, the Middle East, and Africa. “This continues to happen and will continue to happen in the future, making it even more difficult to know what is real and what is not.”

And for those that are part of X’s subscription model and ad revenue sharing model, going viral could potentially mean making money.

Though it’s not clear that any of the users spreading fake or misleading information identified by ISD were monetizing their content, a separate report released by the Center for Countering Digital Hate (CCDH) earlier this month found that between October 7 and February 7, 10 influencers, including far-right influencer Jackson Hinkle, were able to grow their followings by posting antisemitic and Islamophobic content about the conflict. Six of the accounts CCDH examined were part of X’s subscription program, and all 10 were verified users. The high-profile influencers who are part of X’s ad revenue sharing program receive a cut of advertising revenue based on ”organic impressions of ads displayed in replies” to their content, according to the company.

[thequiver]

Who is...Theresa Cassidy | Siryn? - A Reading Guide

Theresa "Terry" Cassidy is an X-Men affiliated mutant from Marvel Comics first introduced in 1980. Terry is the daughter of Sean Cassidy (Banshee) and was raised by Tom Cassidy (Black Tom Cassidy) and Cain Marko (Juggernaut). She possesses her father's super-sonic scream and a hypnotic voice. Terry is most known for her affiliation with teams like X-Force and X-Factor, and having taken on the mantle of the ancient goddess, the Morrigan, in the 2010s.

Terry's central story deals with topics that may be triggering such as alcoholism, infant death (X-Factor 2005), and suicide (X-Factor 2020). These are all central themes to her story across the years, if you struggle with triggers related to these topics please proceed with caution and make sure to take care of yourself.

Reading list under the cut!

Crime and Muir Island

Terry's appearances open with her as a criminal alongside Black Tom Cassidy and the Juggernaut. Her heart, however, was not in it, and Tom helped her to reunite with her father, Sean, and Terry then split her time between her father's home and the Muir Island Mutant Research Facility.

Spider-Woman (1978) #37-38 Uncanny X-Men (1981) #148 Fallen Angels (1987) #1-8 Marvel Comics Presents (1988) #43D Uncanny X-Men Annual (1986) #15A X-Factor (1986) # Annual 6A Uncanny X-Men (1981) #278 X-Factor (1986) #69 Uncanny X-Men (1981) #280

X-Force

Terry initially joined X-Force to stop her former father-figures, Tom and Cain, from bombing the World Trade Center but stayed with the team for its entire duration. While on the team Terry would become deputy leader, and with the help of Warpath would recover from alcoholism. Towards the end of the team's tenure Terry lost her voice and subsequently her powers- and would regain her voice/powers (bad), lose them again, and then regain her voice/powers again (good) with the help of her recurring romantic mistake, Deadpool.

X-Force (1991) #3 Spider-Man (1990) #16 X-Force (1991) #4-7, 9, 11-15 X-Cutioner’s Song X-Force (1991) #19, 21-26, Annual 2, 27-28 Cable (1993) #5, 7-8 X-Force (1991) #29-33 New Warriors (1990) #46 X-Force (1991) #34, Annual 3B Cable (1993) #14 X-Force (1991) #35-36, 38-41 Deadpool (1994) #1-4 X-Force (1991) #42-44, 46-50 X-Force and Cable '95 (1995) #1A X-Force (1991) #51-58 X-Force and Cable '96 (1996) #1A X-Force (1991) #59-61 Deadpool (1997) #2-5 X-Force (1991) #63-71 Deadpool (1997) #12 X-Force (1991) #72-84 Generation X (1994) #44 X-Force/Champions Annual '98 (1998) #1 X-Force (1991) #85-91, 99-100 Wolverine (1988) #154-155 Deadpool (1997) #56, 61

X-Corps and X-Corporation

Despite what the name might suggest, these are in fact different things. Terry's father, Sean, formed the paramilitary X-Corps, which was frankly a disaster that had to be reigned in by the X-Men, leaving Sean wounded. Terry joined X-Corporation, a secret branch of the X-Men who operated internationally.

New X-Men (2001) #128, 130 Domino (2003) #3 (just at the beginning) Cable and Deadpool (2004) #15-18 X-Men: Deadly Genesis (2006) #6 (Sean is buried in this issue and Terry is present for the funeral in one panel at the end, important for her character)

X-Factor Investigations

Following the events of M-Day, Terry would join X-Factor Investigations and restart her relationship with Jamie Madrox that had first started back on Muir Island. During this period of time, Terry and Jamie lose their baby, and Terry will come to take on the mantle of the Morrigan.

X-Factor (2005) #1-19, 21A-39, 41-44, 46-50 Nation X: X-Factor (2010) #1 X-Factor (2005) #200, 205-209, 211-213, 217-219, 221-224-228, 230, 233-235, 237-239, 241, 243-244, 262

Krakoa

After disappearing from comics for around 6-7 years following becoming an ancient Irish sovereignty, war, and death deity- Terry, like many mutants, came back on the mutant island nation of Krakoa. Things were not quite paradise here for her courtesy of some things with her dad (not his fault this time)- and also Leah Williams' complete bastardization of the Morrigan arc (in X-Factor 2020) which was literally Terry's last appearances, how fucking hard is it to read like 5 issues of comics Leah? How fucking hard could it possibly be? Terry has less than 300 appearances, get it together.

House of X (2019) #6 Hellions (2020) #1 X of Swords: Creation (2020) #1 X-Factor (2020) #4-10 (THIS IS LEAH WILLIAMS' AWFUL MORRIGAN ARC, BUT IT HAS TERRYLORNA CRUMBS AND REMEMBERS THAT SHATTERSTAR AND TERRY ARE CLOSE WHICH IS THE ONLY REASON IT'S EVEN READABLE) X-Men Unlimited Infinity Comic (2021) #26 X-Men: Hellfire Gala Confessionals Infinity Comic (2022) #1 X-Men Unlimited Infinity Comic (2021) #50-55

After the Fall

Krakoa fell apart (as all things run by Charles Xavier do), and things are ROUGH for mutants now. We find Terry now imprisoned by the anti-mutant terrorist organization, Orchis, in the Greymalkin Prison.

Free Comic Book Day 2024 Blood Hunt/X-Men

EXTRA:

Wolverine: First Class (2008) #6, 16 (there's no clear place for these in continuity OR in Terry's established backstory, but it's cute and supposedly 616 so it's here)

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Chapter 8 up now!

Lucanis x Rook

Summary: Renata “Rook” de Riva arrives in small town Tuscany to begin her Ph.D. research and try to reconnect with the place her long dead mother spent most of her life. The town is small and ancient, but far from quiet and the worldly but cloistered Rook finds herself drawn to a mysterious man who’s staying in the villa near the city center. A year spent as a prisoner of the Cosa Nostra has left mafia hitman Lucanis Dellamorte with deep psychological (and physical) scars. He arrives in the little town of Montepulciano at his grandmother’s behest in hopes of healing his body and mind. While he intends to spend his respite in solitude, he soon finds himself falling into Rook’s orbit. In her, Lucanis begins to see a way forward. The chance for a peaceful life. But his past won’t let him go and soon it aims its crosshairs at Rook.

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Marine Academy chapter 8

Note: Chapter 8 on 28. Akainu X OC. OS is called Murphy.

THIS CHAPTER IS NSFW ! It's soft but still NSFW.

Please, do not forget, English is not my mother language and translate this kind of scene is pretty hard for me, sorry !

Marine Academy Part 1 Chapter 8

"Left on a mission, no return date".

Murphy reread for the hundredth time the letter written in hurry by Sakazuki an hour after his second departure. It was not planned at all.

She was supposed to take her physical exam at the end of the third semester and spend the evening with him to tell him how catastrophic her sword handling was.

The blonde had nearly failed her exam, within one point, allowing her to validate her semester, only thanks to the intense training session the previous weekend with Sakazuki.

Murphy still remembered how, the next morning, before she started the exam, a soldier she had once seen around Sakazuki, had discreetly gave her this letter. She had learned later that indeed, about ten second years had been called on a mission with the third years. This choice had been made at the last minute. Sakazuki had no choice but to write this letter in hurry during the night before leaving, to inform her.

It had been five long months since he had left. Once again, no letter or call but she now understood why.

But the moment had been particularly badly chosen given the events of the day before he left, when they had exchanged their kiss after training. And as usual, she had smiled at him and left , leaving him under the stars on the training ground. But when she remembered that he had responded vigorously to her kiss after a few seconds, it reassured her.

She stuffed the letter in her pocket, took a deep breath and pushed open the doors.

The jury was waiting for her, sitting on a bench. Murphy took a seat behind the desk, took out her thesis and began reading it.

Once the physical and theorical exams were over, she had entered the fourth semester where she was beginning scientific research.

Her semester had focused mainly on the theory of the various medical specialties and she had to select a topic from one of the specialties to develop a second-year dissertation. It was obviously only the first steps of real scientific research, but the blonde had invested herself body and soul in this file. She had obviously chosen a problem related to emergencies.

"Emergency care in patients with a Logia-type devil fruit, approach and particularities." Murphy began in front of the particularly attentive jury.

Her presentation lasted half an hour, as requested. Her file was clear, supported by scientific data and her experience during her various internships since entering the Academy.

"Thank you." Concluded one of the jury members whom she recognized as the head doctor of traumatology at the Marineford's Grand Hospital Marineford. She left the room in silence, letting the jury fill out their evaluation form discreetly.

When she closed the doors behind her, Claire, and Emma who had already made her presentation the day before, were waiting for her impatiently.

[...]

"Another bottle!" Emma yelled throughout the tavern.

The waiter arrived immediately, placing a bottle of sake in the center of the table, skillfully picking up the other empty bottles.

The brunette's descent was now known to the entire Academy, she was unbeatable. Claire, however, remained close to her, ready to grab her hair in case of an emergency exit... Murphy, for her part, was content to watch the scene, laughing, her yellow cocktail in her hand.

"Well, ladies." The brunette began in a brief moment of lucidity, as she tried to open the bottle with her bare hand.

"I want to congratulate us all on our exams! And good luck to our brilliant friend Claire, who is going to start her very last semester and cowardly abandon us."

The redhead had also finished her fifth semester exams and was going to start the final semester of the third year before finishing her studies at the Marine Academy.

The dorm would seem particularly empty without Claire's wisdom and calm.

As they were clinking glasses together, enjoying these last moments together, a soldier invited himself to the table of the three students. Emma had already grabbed her new bottle, ready to smash it on the soldier's skull, but was held back by Claire.

"Good evening Murphy. I was asked to warn you of Sakazuki's return. They arrived at the port half an hour ago."

Emma's eyes lit up, a psychopathic smile on her lips. "Murphy, do you hear that? It's time to wrap things up, my dear! Otherwise he'll slip through your fingers as soon as he finds another pretty blonde at the port!" The brunette yelled, drinking her glass of sake in one go.

The blonde, embarrassed by her friend's yelling throughout the tavern, hid her face in her hands. But she couldn't hide the smile that had just appeared on her lips at the announcement of Sakazuki's return.

"Murphy! Murphy! Murphy!" The brunette continued to yell throughout the tavern, quickly followed by complete strangers who were just as drunk as she was. Claire rolled her eyes at the whole mess and made discreet signs to the blonde to invite her to leave through the back before things got completely out of hand.

Murphy didn't need asking twice. She took her bag and slipped discreetly out of the tavern. The cold of the night bit her skin, she had forgotten her jacket in the bar. She jogged down the streets to warm up and stopped in front of the window of a store that was strangely still open at this hour.

She widened her eyes when she recognized the storefront.

"Jackpot!" The blonde said as she slipped inside. Her heart warmed in an instant when she smelled the aroma of cakes. Murphy bought two slices of cake, thanked the vendor and set off again at full speed through the streets. The snow was starting to fall. After a good ten minutes of running, which for her was an achievement despite the intensive training she had received from Sakazuki, she slipped through the back door of the large building.

She knew this parallel and discreet path from sneaking up with Sakazuki. She finally arrived in front of his bedroom door, a few snowflakes still in her hair, her dress slightly soaked with alcohol or snow, she wasn't sure.

Her hand hit the door twice, trying not to drop the box of cakes. She hoped that the man had come back directly from the port and hadn't been delayed, so that she could take refuge near her radiator.

No response. Murphy pressed her ear to the door and heard the shower water running. He probably hadn't heard it. The young woman tried to operate the handle and miraculously, it wasn't locked. The blonde slipped into the room, announcing her arrival anyway.

"Sakazuki! It's Murphy! I'm coming, I'm freezing!" The blonde said, putting the box of cakes on the coffee table. She heard the shower water turn off.

In the meantime, she curled up in front of the radiator, sighing with relief when the gentle heat warmed her frozen hands. "I hope you don't mind me coming in, but it's freezing outside and we're not all made of magma..." She continued, laughing.

She felt the man behind her approaching. Murphy turned to greet him but stopped short. He was half-naked, a simple towel around his hips, soaking wet. One of his legs was covered with a scar that had barely healed. His face was closed, no emotion appeared.

This cold face was no longer familiar to her. As they spent time together his features had softened, he had lowered his guard little by little and she no longer felt like she was facing a robot. But that cold face transported the blonde two years back to their first meeting.

She hesitated for a moment. Maybe she had crossed the line? Like Emma had told her, maybe he had met another pretty blonde on a port and their whole story (which was not that long after all) was already in the past for him after these five long months of absence…

"If I bother you I can come back later". Murphy whispered as she slowly got up. She felt like a hummingbird facing a cat ready to jump on her.

"I brought you a cake for your birthday." She continued, pointing at the snow-covered box on the coffee table. Smoke was coming out of Sakazuki's soaked chest, who still hadn't moved.

"I know your birthday was last month but since you weren't there I thought we could still..." The blonde didn't have time to finish before the soldier jumped on her.

She reflexively stepped back, her back lightly hitting the radiator. She felt the man's torso fall on top of her. The young woman found herself completely lying on her back on the carpet, at the foot of the sofa. She felt soldier's body envelop her, his warmth covering every inch of her skin, his right arm sliding down her back to press their two bodies together, his left hand getting lost in her blonde hair. And finally his lips pressed to hers, ardently asking for the right of entry. The man's burning body warmed her frozen body.

She responded in a few seconds to the man's burning kiss, her hips sticking to those of Sakazuki, her back arching under his caresses.

Her heart exploded at this mixture of emotions. Fear and surprise had given way to a burning pleasure of finding the man again and the desire to stay glued to his skin for hours. His kisses migrated to her neck, allowing her to breathe briefly. His left hand went down to her chest, passing under her dress. She shivered as she felt the man's powerful and warm hand caress her while he devoured her neck. As she felt herself completely weak and giving herself body and soul to the man, she stopped for a second, her forehead pressing against his.

"On the bed." She ordered.

She then felt her body take off from the ground quickly. She found herself almost standing, still in the arms of the man who continued to devour her, going from her lips to her neck. She wrapped her legs around his hips. He put his right arm on the woman's buttocks to better support her. He carried her to her room and did not let go of her for a single second as he laid her down on the bed, their lips remaining sealed. She took advantage of the fact that he was above her to lower her hands to her towel which she untied in a second. The proximity of the blonde's hands made him shiver. He hurried to take off the woman's dress for good, admiring the blonde's immaculate skin for a moment. His face went down to her chest while his hand went down to the woman's intimacy. Another burst of heat invaded the young woman when he caressed her. She buried her hands in his hair, her body burned with pleasure.

"Saka..." She whispered.

The blonde's murmur of pleasure excited the man who could not wait any longer. She was perfect, offered in front of him, and begging him. He could not hold back any longer and entered her slowly, his excitement at its peak as she screamed his name with pleasure with each of his thrusts. He felt all control leave him as she screamed his name, arching under him.

She obsessed him, he had dreamed of this moment since she left, his needs guiding him further and further into his fantasies. Holding out for so long without being able to touch her had been a real battle, he had to manage alone all this time, and this night was going to be the realization of all his fantasies. He gave one last thrust, releasing himself inside her at the same time as her as she screamed his name in a final orgasm. He collapsed on top of her carefully, pulled the covers up over them, taking her in his arms so she wouldn't get cold and let sleep take them.

[thefalloutwiki]

Fallout: New Vegas: X-8 Posters

Pictured: A series of alphabetical propaganda posters found throughout the X-8 Research Center at Big MT, stating that “A is for America,” “B is for Bomb,” “C is for Commie” and “D is for Dirty Commie.”

You can check out the page for the X-8 Posters here:

https://fallout.wiki/wiki/X-8_Poster

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1 ,2 ,3 ,5 ,6 ,8 ,10 ,15 and 16

Fandom Asks!

since I already answered 2, I'm skipping it!

List 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

OKAY: (1) your designs are very creative, amazing, and the stories which are centered around it is beautiful! I was inspired to download gacha club just so I can make my own designs. (2) their rampant creativity, for the concept of space and ability to research theories that could follow the stories they want to tell! (3) they're very supportive, if you find the right people,,,

3. A character that the fandom has helped you appreciate

I... didn't like Venus at first. At least he isn't my least favorite anymore (it's Sun.)

4. Say something nice about a ship you don't ship

UraEarth is funny. Um I don't ship it because I don't like Giant x Terrestrial ships, but the artists EAT. don't let the haters get to y'all 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

5. something you see in fics a lot and love

the inclusion of Theia. save me, inclusion of theia.

6. something you see in art a lot and love

URANUS WITH MOBILITY AIDS. PLEASE SAVE ME.

8. you hope more people will come to appreciate____

Please. I need you guys to appreciate and like Jupiranus. Please I need more art of them. And also I need people to start shipping Titan x Iapetus. PLEASE.

10. A blog that has made your fandom experience brighter

@thunder-shadow is like... the only person i interact with, alongside @jupiturns right now!!! their comments on my fics are very silly and I appreciate them very much. speaking of comments, I STILL can't get over @magixs's comment in Ouroborous hello??? ill reply to it when I think of the best words to say because its so nice <33333

15. The character that always makes you smile

Earth,,, he is my little goober. And Mars too, I smile devilishly as I make him into a more complex character.

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

AH BALLS. So i havent rewatched or watched any sb episodes (college is killing me. badly) but I need more people to appreciate that Pluto CARES about Charon in the Ceres-centric episode! Charon was NOT the only one pining in that relationship!