#can we have melt it down grind it up put it in the water and bring on a plague for those who worshipled the idol part?

[letstrip13]

🧼 - dirty dishes

summary: needy!matt wants to help you with the dishes

warnings: smutttt, unprotected sex, uhhh i think that's it

word count: 1,506

author's note: this was going to be a blurb but it's actually a fic now because i said so. also i think it's way too long to be a blurb now anyways

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warm sunshine beams through the open blinds of the kitchen window above the sink. warm water is rushing out of the faucet as suds and bubbles start to form around the piles of dishes.

you're standing in front of it, watching and waiting for it to fill up. you had cuddled with matt for a while until he had fallen asleep next to you; the poor boy had been so tired from constant meetings about merch and filming a car video late into the night. chris had went to the warehouse to check the new fresh love samples and nick was in a meeting about the next steps for space camp.

so while everyone was busy, you decided to help the boys out by tidying up the kitchen and living room. the living room was finished, everything back in its place now. the kitchen was almost done, it would be as soon as you did the dishes. you could've just used the dishwasher but unfortunately, it wasn't working right at the moment and needed to be repaired.

now, here you are, standing at the sud-filled sink while using a dish sponge to scrub the plates from last night’s dinner. the sink has two sides so one is soaking with soapy water while the faucet is turned to the other, empty side so you can rinse the dishes off without flooding the sink.

you get into sort of a rhythm, forgetting everything else around you and only focusing on the task at hand. you feel a warm hand slip around your waist and you jump, the sharp knife falling from your grip and clattering in the sink as a yelp escapes your lips. you turn to see your boyfriend with an apologetic smile on his face, running his hand through his hair, still messed up from his nap. all he’s wearing is a pair of blue plaid pajama pants, having removed his shirt due to the heat in his bedroom.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he says in a husky, still-tired voice. “it’s okay,” you reply with a soft smile before pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. you notice his eyes rake over your body, taking in the sundress you’re wearing; a pretty pastel green with tie-up straps, little bows resting on your shoulders.

he doesn’t say anything so you turn back around to finish up washing the dishes. “i’m almost done, love. what do you wanna do after?” “hmm i don’t know..” he trails off as his arms snake around your waist. he presses hot kisses to your neck, murmuring in between, “need any help with that?”

your cheeks heat up in a blush as you feel his lips graze the sweet spot on your neck. “i’ve only got like four bowls left. why don't you go get dressed? maybe we can go out and do something.” a sort of whine escapes him and he presses himself closer to you so you can feel his clothed bulge against your ass.

you put down the dish you were holding, not being able to focus on anything other than him. “matt-” “please, need you so bad.” it seemed like his mood had done a full 180, but you weren't entirely complaining. “i’m almost done,” you reassure him.

he starts moving his hips, grinding so slow and subtle that you hardly even notice at first. he reaches a hand up your skirt as he does this, slowly pushing your panties away from your slick folds. his fingers gently tease you, earning a small moan from you. “can't you finish this later? need you now,” he practically begs.

you want to say yes right then and there; the way his finger is slowly circling your clit while not quite touching right on it is enough to make you melt in his arms. but you want to see how bad he really wants this, you love the way he gets needy for you.

since you’d been continuing to wash the dishes throughout this interaction, you were now almost done. matt lets out a whine of impatience as he watches you, still pressing his body against yours. you grind your ass back against his clothed bulge, stifling a smirk as he groans from the contact.

“i can't take it anymore,” he mumbles. but all he does is hold your hip tighter. “well, why don't you do something about it?” you tease, “you've just been standing behind me the whole time, barely doing anything.”

that's all it takes. with a sudden burst of desire, he quickly turns you around to face him and heatedly kisses your lips. he pulls away a few moments later, leaving you with a stunned expression on your face. “not so cocky now, are you, princess?” he lets out a small chuckle. he pushes the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his hands immediately coming up to palm your tits, squeezing them in his hands a little. “are you sure you want to do this right here?” you simply nod but he stares down into your eyes. “words, sweetheart. i wanna hear you say it.” “yes.”

that one word was enough for him and he moves his hands to your hips to spin you around so your back is to him. he reaches up your skirt and pulls your panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. you can hear him fumbling with the fabric of his pajama pants. you bend over and pull your skirt up, getting ready for him. suddenly, you remember to turn the tap off just before you feel the tip of his cock as it brushes against your entrance.

you share a moan as he slowly pushes into you, filling you up. luckily, he doesn’t take his sweet time teasing you like usual; you know that chris and nick could come home any minute. almost as if he read your mind, he speaks during his quick yet deep thrusts into you, “gotta make this quick, sweetheart.. don’t want my brothers to see you like this. i’m the only one who can.”

his hands trail from your hips to your tits, holding them in his warm palms as he continues to pound into you from behind. you moan as he hits just the right spot inside of you, like always. it’s not just a filling thing in the physical sense, but in an emotional way too. in the course of your relationship, you and matt have opened up to each other so much. you’ve gotten so comfortable with him that vulnerable situations don’t even feel vulnerable anymore. you just feel full, complete, happy.

his warms lips on your neck bring you back down to earth. there’s that familiar knot forming in your stomach and by the way his thrusts are getting faster and less rhythmic, you can tell he’s feeling the same way. your moans have grown in volume and he’s thrown his head back in pleasure. you tightly grip onto the counter, bracing yourself as that wonderful feeling washes over you. your walls clench around his cock as you cry out his name.

he follows right behind you, spilling his release into you as his movements fade to a slow rut of his hips. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, planting kisses there as you both recover from your blissful highs.

the sound of a key in the front door quickly jolts the both of you back to reality. he quickly pulls out and tucks his now half-soft dick back into his pants. you rush to pull your underwear back up and pull the straps of your dress back onto your shoulders to cover yourself. you both attempt to fix your messy hair and catch your breath as nick’s laughter echoes as he comes up the stairs.

“hey guys. how’d everything go?” you ask trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, trying to ignore the feeling of matt’s cum slowly seeping out of you and soaking your panties.

nick tells you that the meeting went really well and everything is going great with space camp but chris seems less than thrilled because the fresh love hoodies didn’t turn out quite right. chris suddenly notices that the living room and kitchen look much different than when he left. his gaze falls on you. “did you do all this?”

“yeah, i was up early and thought i’d give you guys one less thing to worry about.” the both of them thank you profusely, saying you didn’t have to. “it’s fine, really. matt helped me.” matt who had remained silent until now coughs and cracks a weak smile, croaking out a soft, “yeah.”

“must’ve been some hard work. you look like you just ran ten laps around the house.” you and matt exchange a look, internally grateful by how absolutely oblivious his brothers could be. “yeah, something like that..” he mumbles as he turns the faucet on to finish those last few utensils and a bowl that you had abandoned.

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[myjsng]

you comfort a tired jisung after his comeback

idol!jisung x gn!reader

genre: smut(ish)/idol au

wc: 669

dni: you're a minor

cw: shower sex, non-penetrative sex, masturbation (m), nipple play (m), if you know more lmk

You walk into the entryway just as the boys put on their shoes to go out, everyone is very much glammed up for the club you decided to go to once they got done with most schedules, and the comeback was over.

Greeting them and some of their partners with quick smiles and hugs makes you realize the absence of the most important person in the group, your boyfriend.

“Jisungie just decided not to come along,” Jaemin told you as you looked out into their house, looking for said boy.

“He was actually getting ready, but I guess fatigue caught up so he told us he was going to shower and get some sleep” Patting your back, Renjun informed you as you unlocked your phone and noticed an unread text from Jisung, saying the exact same and telling you to go out and celebrate with your friend group.

“It’s fine, you guys can go ahead though, I’ll stay to relax with him” You smiled at them, and as Haechan insisted that you come along since you spent time getting ready, you waved him out “Don’t worry about it, I really don’t mind it. Plus, someone has to make sure he eats and everything else”

Smiling teasingly, Jeno says as he leads the group out of the door “Well, have fun with your alone time”

Rolling your eyes at his comment, you smirk and enter the house as the last of them leaves and closes the door. Hearing the water from his shower, you leave your stuff on his desk before knocking on the bathroom door.

“Jisungie? Can I come in?” You ask softly and hear him mumbling a yes before opening the door. You’re met with his slumped back and his head leaning on the wall, under the shower head. Taking off your jewelry and putting it on the counter, you slowly strip off your clothes and walk into the shower with him.

“You should have gone with them” Jisung mumbles with his eyes still closed as he feels you walk up behind him and embrace him in a back hug.

“I didn’t feel like going out either, the fact you stayed back just gave me an excuse to ditch them too” Your explanation makes him let out a chuckled breath and you smile, kissing the middle of his back,

Sighing, Jising lets his body relax even further “I’m just so fucking tired”

“I know. You worked really hard” You allow your hands to roam on his front, from tracing his abdomen to caressing his pecks, then softly bringing them back down to his V line where you trace the skin with the tips of your nails “I’m so proud of you”

He exhales once your hands met his hardening dick, and relaxes even more as one of them trails up to play with his nipples. Your movements are slow, just feeling him up, and circling his head, while you trail some kisses on his shoulders and feel all the tension leaving his body.

You feel his tight abdomen as you change the placement of your hands, and feel around his body with the one that’s not working on his member. Tracing your nails on his skin, you grind into his backside to provide yourself with at least a minimal amount of friction, and thanks to the water and his pre cum, you work over his dick smoothly.

His long groans and deep sighs, tell you that Jisung is fully engaged in the moment, so you’re not surprised when a few moments later he shudders and groans as he cums on your hands and melts in your arms. Turning around, he wraps himself around your body and gives you a slow kiss, tongue fully connected with yours before he pulls apart, now speaking more clearly “I love you so much”

Kissing his check, you brush his hair back “Let’s get done with this shower so we can cuddle”

[mental69er]

i love ur fics sm thank you for feeding us vicky fans during the drought 🫶🫶🫶 please can we have a scissoring with victoria neuman fic 🙏🙏

I'm here to make sure everyone's crops are watered.

content: scissoring, fem reader, nsfw

The groan that Victoria let out had you combusting with want despite the fact you were already so turned on you could barely control the way your hips rutted into her.

Her neck lolled back into the pillows and her eyes shut as her hands grip tightened on your hip, trying to pull you even closer. You didn't think you could get any closer than this, your cunt slotted against hers. Warm, dripping wet, clit so hard.

You bent down to attack her neck with your lips, leaving dark marks you hoped would turn into bruises. You wanted everyone to know she was yours. That she came to you to get her needs met. That you were the one who took care of her when she had a rough day at work in ways no one else could.

Her hips began to lose their rhythm as her thighs trembled, senseless gasps leaving her lips. You loved the feel of her undulating under you, her desperate and drenched cunt on your own.

You could feel her heartbeat through it and you were certain she could feel yours and the similar tremors going through you as orgasm began to approach.

"Come with me Vicky," you murmured against her flesh, grabbing a hip and rucking her leg up a bit higher to angle down harder.

"So close," she muttered.

"I wanna feel you squirt all over my pussy," you gasped into her throat, aware that your own hips were sloppily grinding into hers.

"Fuck," she bit out at your words and with a final jerking motion, she was coming, shouting. You followed a few seconds after.

Hot slick dripped between your pressed sexes and you slowly lowered yourself on top of her as you tried to catch your breath. Your head felt fuzzy and heavy and she put a hand on it to hold it there against her naked shoulder.

You lazily dug your teeth into her skin to mark her and she barely made an effort to swat you away, hips twitching as she rode out her orgasm with a relieved sigh and your name on her tongue.

You could see the tension had melted from her face and body. She planted a grateful kiss to your cheek and you snuggled further into her, grinding up against her hard clit. "Hm, seems someone needs a round two," you teased.

"Or three," she said, kissing you softly before flipping you around to be on top now.

[pastlivesxpastlie]

Wonderful!

I have an nsfw thought about sub!ivy (or sub!vessel) x reader that I can’t get out of my head. Slow, deep, sensual, torturous (but the good kind) blowjob. Dom!reader doesn’t let them use their hands, they just have to take it or beg for more. Gender neutral reader preferred, but whatever you’re comfy with.

I need to bathe in holy water now. Enjoy ☺️

Hiiiii thank u for the request. I also need that holy water bath. maybe even an injection.

NSFW sub!iv x gn softdom!reader under the cut.

established relationship, cock warming, hand/blow job, pet names include "pet," "love," and "good boy," no reader genitals mentioned.

IV is being good. No really, he is! He’s minding his business, scrolling on his phone while you’re still asleep. Nothing can distract him from his quiet moment this rainy morning…except for his morning wood. Just because he was hard didn’t mean he needed to press against you and whine in your neck. You were sleeping! He’d be ok. But when you roll over and he gets a glimpse of your bare chest…he’s done for. Last night you were too sleepy to even put on pjs after your shower. That he could handle! Falling asleep next to your gorgeous body, nude or otherwise, was easy; what was damn-near mind melting was the surge of early morning hormones and blood that clouded his mind.

You look so peaceful. He thinks it would be rude to prod you awake…but god it would feel so amazing to grind against you…to make you writhe and moan as he finally gets played with. He shakes his head and sighs. His hand would have to do. As he pads across the cold hardwood floor to the bathroom, you stir.

“Ivvvyyyy,” you call out in your soft, sleepy voice.

He turns to see you stretching and beams back at you. “Good morning, sunshine.” For a second he thinks he won’t mind taking care of himself even if you’re awake, but then he sees you sit up. God…the way the blankets fall off you. It’s gloomy outside but the light seeping in hits you just right.

“Come back to bed, pet.”

Oh he’s in trouble. When you call him “pet” he knows he needs to be soft for you. Pliable. Submissive. He sits on the bed next to you and gently bumps your shoulder with his, but you turn and immediately start kissing his neck. He can’t think. He doesn’t need to think. 

“Were you actually going to take care of that yourself,” you coo. “I’m right here…”

IV gulps and leans into the kisses you’re placing on his cheek. “I’m…I’m sorry. You just looked too peaceful and…”

You hum contentedly. “That’s sweet, pet. But you know I’ll do anything for you…just…lay back down for me….there we go.” 

He rests on his pillow and watches as you slide off his underwear. The cool air of the bedroom is a welcome reprieve from the hot, aching need he experienced since he woke up. When you spread his thighs and settle down between them, his cock twitches. The muscle memory of you taking care of him working hard. 

“So eager in the morning for me…I can’t believe you didn’t want to wake me up for this… I should remind you what you can have if you’re a…”

His eyes are dreamy and hazy. He wants you to say it. PLEASE say it… He nods dumbly. “Go on.” 

“Hmm I don’t think I will.”

“Love, please say it,” he whines as you slowly trace lazy patterns over his hip bones. 

“Show me you deserve it. Put your hands behind your back….”

IV begrudgingly lays on his arms. He whines just from doing it because he wants to touch you so badly. Why does he have to suffer just to hear his favorite pet name? 

“Ivy. Look at me, pet.”

And he does. You two don’t break eye contact as you let a string of spit wet his cock. He shivers as the wetness mixes with the air but soon the room is filled with the sounds of his whines. His pleas. The long, languid strokes of your hand spreading the wetness indeed feels so much better than if he had done it himself. As he relaxes into your touch, he doesn’t feel the urge to use his hands. He doesn’t need to guide your head. His eyes roll back and close as you slowly stroke him, adding more spit and sweet-talking him. You praise him as his cock twitches from your soft grip going up and over the head of his cock; his sweet whimpers only make you go slower.

“Love…I need more. Please…” he begs.

“Tell me what you need, pet. ‘More’ doesn’t help me very much…” you tease lovingly. You rest your elbow on his waist and smile up at him. “Come on…”

Your grip loosens, which elicits a whine from IV and desperate hip bucking. He bites his lip when he sees you smile proudly. Maybe you’ll say it…he just has to find the words…the brain power to… “fffffuck. Please just suck it. I need your mouth…please… I’ll wake you up the next time I need to get off, I promise…love…PLEASE.” Your hand feels so good but he feels just the slightest bit neglected. He needs to feel your full attention. Your affection.

Without a word, you rub your lips on the underside of his cock. Your wet lips are a welcome sensation even though he desperately wants to use your mouth and hold your head in place. Instead he slips even further into his fuzzy warm headspace as you take him all the way in your mouth. He can feel the flutters of your breath tickle his body hair as you reach your limit. It’s ok that it isn’t all the way to the back…he’s just happy to be here. As you cockwarm him, your hand trails up his soft body, gently caressing him…kneading him where he’s soft and squishy like cookie dough. His cock twitches every time you let out a content laugh–one part because he likes to make you happy, the other part because the vibration is heavenly. Your fingertips trace his nipples delicately, which causes his hips to buck up, pushing him in deeper.

“Sorry…sorry love…”

You slowly pull him from your mouth. “If it feels good I want you to let me know…don’t apologize. You're being good, Ivy. You can move your arms now. No touching except my hand, ok?”

IV nods as he moves his sore arms from under his back. He places his hands on his chest and feels butterflies in his soft tummy when you gently touch his fingers.

“Hold my hand there, pet. I want to feel how excited you get…”

And when he moves his warm hands over yours on his chest, he might as well have purred. 

“And that’s why I call you ‘pet,’ my little animal. Do you know what else they call good pets, Ivy?”

He takes a sharp inhale. Oh my god. Oh my god. You might say it. “I think I might…but I…I need you to tell me, love.”

“Hmm,” you say thoughtfully as you cup his balls close to him, “well, I can only speak for myself…and what I have…is a good. boy.”

He can’t help my arch his back and choke back a moan–you finally said what he needed and he finally had some relief. Your slick mouth expertly moved up and down his shaft, taking special care to hollow your cheeks the closer you got to his head. His hands mashed your free hand into his chest. You could feel his heart pounding, his chest contracting from his ragged breath…moans bubbling from deep within him before they left his pretty lips. The way you gently tugged at his balls made his eyes cross but that was quickly forgotten as you’d let your lips glide all the way to the top of his cock’s head and then slowly…tenderly lowering yourself down. He gripped your arm to try and center himself, but he was losing all composure. He was so close and drunk on the sensation that he couldn’t even control his mouth. He begged, just whimpering “please please please please,” over and over. He whined out your name.  “Fuuck…just like that, just like that, please don’t stop.” He was pathetic. His eyes water as you keep him right on the edge. He is so desperate that he cries out like a trapped animal. “Please tell me I'm a good boy again. Please. PLEASE.”

He’s writhing. And has suffered long enough. You take his cock out of your mouth and stroke it quickly… just the way he likes it. “You’re my good boy. Aren’t you? Such a good boy…with such a pretty cock..”

Oh he can’t handle that sweet talk. Not for a second. All the while you’re praising him, he’s shooting his ropes over your hand…but that doesn’t stop you. You coo at him and kiss his stomach as you continue to rub him, using his cum as lube. When you move up to lay beside him, he’s a sniffling, whimpery mess. He pulls you close and kisses you deeply but so gently. “Thank you, love….god…thank you. You are going to get yours tonight…just you wait.”

[suuuupernovaaa]

Requested by anon. Hobie Brown x f!Reader. 'Open Arms' by SZA, Travis Scott.

I know this is all bad, but please, put a leash on me. Who needs self-esteem anyway?

Rated M. 18+. Mostly fluff.

Samantha's elbow, unbelievably sharp and bony, grinds into my side. I let out a yelp, and yank myself away from my best friend. "What the fuck, Sam?"

She's grinning at me, and then her gaze slips away, following something over my shoulder. I follow her eyeline and see him - Hobie Brown, walking towards us across the grassy lawn of the park. His guitar is strapped over his back and his hands are in the pocket of his studded leather vest. He's walking towards us and as his gaze meets mine, the corners of his mouth turn up just a little bit - which is a beaming smile for Hobie.

We've only just started dating. It's been three... dates, if you can call them that. The second date was helping Hobie and his friends paint a mural. The third was dinner, which I burnt, on the floor of my apartment, because I'm waiting for my new kitchen table to be delivered. The first, Hobie told me on the third date, was the time we ran into each other at the grocery store and he asked me on what I thought was our first date, but then learned was apparently our second.

Though I've dated plenty before, there is something distinct about Hobie. When I first met him, I assumed he was the kind of guy who could not settle down, who could not commit, and who wouldn't be interested in sharing his feelings with anyone.

You could have nearly knocked me over with a feather when, as we sat on the floor eating burnt roast chicken over my coffee table, Hobie looked me right into my eyes and told me he was feeling nervous every time he saw me.

"Dunno," he'd told me, "I just think... that you're special, Y/N. This is somethin' special, and I don't want to mess it up."

I nearly choked on my dry chicken, and the tears that gathered in my eyes as I took a sip of water. The truth was, since the moment I'd been introduced to Hobie Brown, I'd known I was in trouble. Everything about him screamed for me. I was obsessed. I was trying to play it cool, but hearing him call me special, call the budding relationship between us special, nearly sent me into a fit.

"Jesus," Hobie said, hitting my back gently. "You alright?"

I wiped the tears from my eyes and set my water down. "Yes. Sorry. Shit. I really like you, Hobie."

We smiled at each other like two idiots who were bound to fall in love.

As he walks toward me in the park, I'm smiling like that again. I can feel Sam rolling her eyes next to me. "Oh, my god, are you going to fuck him in front of everyone here?"

I shrug, and elbow her back. "If he asks."

She shoves me. "I gotta run. See you tonight?"

"What's tonight?" Hobie asks as he reaches us, and Sam begins her departure.

"See you!" I holler. "Sam is going to help me put together my table and chairs. She's handy."

"I mean this in the most pro-feminist, anti-sexist way possible, but you've got a man now. I can put together your furniture," Hobie says with a teasing grin, and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. "Or, I can bring you a pizza after you work. Christen the new table."

I press a soft kiss to his cheek. "Perfect. Around 8? Shouldn't take us too long."

It's embarrassing, how I melt in this man's arms. When he mentions Christening the kitchen table, I don't think of eating food there. I think of myself, laid back, legs spread, Hobie between them...

But pizza with Hobie and my best friend is good, too. Jesus, I need to pull myself together, hold on to my dignity and self-respect as long as I can.

Hobie dips me backwards a little bit, and presses a firm kiss to my mouth, letting his lips linger on mine for a long time. My head is spinning when he finally sets me upright again. "Maybe once Sam leaves, we can Christen the table another way," he whispers, and a shiver runs up my spine.

I don't really need self-respect, do I?

[lilithrosexoxo]

Haze

You sigh in relief as you feel the warm water washes over your skin as you sink into the tub. 

“Fuck this is just what I needed” you say, closing your eyes as you feel the water melting all of the stress of the day away. You stretch to work out all the kinks in your muscles.

“Geez love you couldn’t even bother waiting for me?”  you hear a lazy voice from the bathroom entrance.

You open your eyes to see Enjin hovering in the doorway naked. Just seeing his tall slim frame has butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“Don’t be a stranger, come join me in the bath” you say moving in the tube to make room for him.

Enjin eases into the tub with a yelp “Jesus woman why is the water temperature on hell!?!? Are you trying to kill me by boiling me alive?”

“Pretty sure those cancer sticks of yours will get you first, or did you not think I would notice what’s in your hand?” you inquire with a quirk of your brow. 

He gives you a grin while he lights the cigarette between his slender fingers.

“Reallly Enjin while in the bath? And you’re sure you’re not addicted?” you ask.

“Not at all babe I can quit anytime” he says as the hazy smoke fills his lungs. “Come closer to me” he says as he pulls you close with one arm, your back against his chest.

“Enjin we have to make this quick I don’t want to get pruny like last time” you whine.

“Just let me enjoy this time with you love, you know how much I enjoy our alone time” he says as he exhales the smoke out his lungs making sure to blow the smoke away from your face.

You decide to make the most of this time. You  turn to gently start to massage his hair taking your time to softly rake your nails against his scalp paying special attention to his undercut and being careful around his scar. You know the scar doesn’t hurt him anymore but you take care to not irritate the delicate skin. You begin to detangle the blonde locks that have matted from the dirt and grime from the latest fight with the trash beasts. He sighs in appreciation from the tender loving care that you’re showing him. He relishes in this attention when he can finally just relax and be. 

He closes his eyes and you can’t help but admire him at times like this. When he’s not the leader of the Akuta and leading you all into battle against trash beasts or raiders. When he’s just Enjin. You treasure these small moments with him knowing each one is a blessing in the Abyss and that anytime this could be ripped away from you. You break away from him and get lost in those golden eyes as he stares off into space. Your eyes wander lower to see water trickling down his blackout tattoos, down his chest, right down to the blonde happy trail leading below the water.

“See something you like sweetheart?” Enjin teases with a cocky grin on his face.

You feel your face heat up from being caught shamelessly ogling him. You look at him shyly, “Always when I’m looking at you”

He smirks and puts out his cigarette on the side of the tub. He makes a come hither motion with his finger. You scoot closer to him and he leans in. Your lips meet and all you feel are fireworks. Everything just feels right. The kiss starts off soft with small pecks and your lips moving gently against each other until Enjin swipes his tongue on your bottom lip and when you open up things change. The kiss becomes desperate. Your tongues dance to a rhythm only known between the two of you and you can’t help but, moan at the taste of him. A taste of tobacco and a hint of sweetness from the desserts you both ate earlier. The taste just so Enjin. 

You move even closer to him to sit on his lap. You immediately feel how hard he is and grind down. A low groan escapes his throat and he grabs onto your hips. You feel your cunt start to ache and your hole clench around nothing at the alluring sound. The kiss breaks apart, a string of saliva connecting you two together. He begins to pepper kisses on the side of your neck, biting down on your pulse point being sure to leave a mark to make sure everyone at HQ knows who you belong to. At this point you can feel how wet you are and move your messy folds along his length.

“How about we move this to the bedroom love?” Enjin says while looking at you with half lidded eyes.

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You lay against the satin sheets while Enjin settles between your legs. The setting sun paints the room with a golden glow.

“I’ve been thinking about this sweet pussy all day” he sighs as he swipes a finger through your wet folds.

“Shit baby is all of this for me?” he says as he pulls a finger away that’s now glistening with your slick. 

“Always for you, only for you” you say in a daze. 

“Damn right it is” he states as he finally licks a stripe along your cunt and you release a loud moan of his name that you’re sure the whole compound can hear. 

“That’s right baby let them know who you belong to” he says as he swipes his tongue over your puffy clit. Taking his time to draw small circles while he prods your entrance with a finger.

“Enjin please don’t tease me” you whine as you grind your cunt against his face trying to push his finger inside.

Enjin decides to have mercy on you and slowly inserts his finger immediately curling it and hitting your sweet spot. He works his magic on your clit and it feels like sparks dancing across your skin. You thank God that not only did you find a man that loves to eat pussy but, one that’s good at it too. He begins to swirl his tongue around your clit as he inserts another finger. You can feel your peak coming and it doesn’t take long before you’re cumming on his tongue and clenching down on his fingers.

“God you’re so beautiful when you cum” he says looking up at you with a lustful smile.

“Let me return the favor Enjin” you drunkenly say.

You two switch positions and Enjin lays against the sheets. You begin by placing small kisses along his inner thighs working your way up to the head of his cock, licking the bead of pre gathered at the dusty rose tip making Enjin release a husky groan. You slowly lick from base to tip, paying attention to swirl your tongue around the head. 

“Baby please” he begs. You slowly lower your warm mouth down his length, taking the time to suck in your cheeks as you begin to bob your head up and down. 

“Fuck your mouth is perfect” Enjin whimpers.  

He may not have the most girth but what he lacks in girth he makes up for in length. You take your time, swallowing more each time you suck until your nose is pressed up against his blonde pubes. You gag around his length and tears begin to form at the corners of your eyes. You look up and you know it’s worth it with the view you have. His messy blonde locs are scattered all over his head. He has his head thrown back, his mouth a perfect O as lewd moans escapes his lips. A flush paints his cheeks and a sheen of sweat glistens along his skin that makes it look like he’s glowing.

He feels like he’s in heaven with your warm wet mouth wrapped around his cock. He makes eye contact with you and the eye contact heightens the pleasure even more. He feels a tingle in his balls and he knows he’s close.

“Shit not yet love” he whispers as he eases your mouth off of him.

He gently lays you back on the bed and hovers over you as he lines his tip with your entrance. He slowly eases in and the stretch feels euphoric.

“Enjin” you whine as you suddenly feel full.

“Don’t worry I got you, just hang on to me” he says through clenched teeth trying his best to allow you to get used to his size. You wrap your arms around his neck and he starts to pick up his pace, plap plap plap sounds start to fill the room.

“Fuck so tight, and wet, and divine” he groans as he peppers soft petal like kisses all over your face. He takes the time to pinch and twist your nipples sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body. You feel your peak coming again and when it hits it hits hard. Your legs begin to tremble and shake as waves of pleasure wash over you. You wrap your legs around the small of his back to try to ground yourself.

“Enjin I can’t-“ you slur as he pounds into you, thrusts unrelenting as he chases his release. Ramming into that spongy spot over and over again driving you over the edge yet again. Tears cling to your lashes as he pushes you to the point of over stimulation and all of a sudden you feel overwhelming pleasure and a rush of liquid escape you and splash right onto Enjin’s pelvis.

“Fuck baby just hold on a little longer, shit- I’m almost there” he says as his thrusts become sloppy. He feels his balls tighten and ruts into you one more time, reaching his peak, warm spurts of cum painting your walls white.

You cling onto him, the only anchor keeping you grounded to reality in your haze of pleasure. He places his forehead against yours and you both stare into each others eyes, a look of love being shared between you two that words can never convey. He smiles and looks down to where you two are joined.

“We really made a mess” he says as he slides out of you with a hiss. He takes the time to kiss your temple and massage your inner thighs to soothe the tension away, “You relax here love, I’ll go run us another bath”.

You watch him walk to the bathroom and although your limbs feel like jelly you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

[sapphicwriter-maya]

🕊️ here to explain punishments that mommy has given me before. not quite sure why i’m being made to humiliate myself since i’ve been a very good girl recently, but here we are 🙄

like mommy said in her reply to my first ask, 200 spankings was one of them. although that was only on my ass and i’m pretty sure it was more than that. unfortunately for mommy i love spankings so that on its own wasn’t enough. i also had to spank my clit with a wooden spoon, and i’m 99% sure i spanked my tits a few times too?

which brings us to the next point, nipple clamps the entire time. i think i had them on for about 45 minutes? it was going to be longer, but i begged and begged and begged for them to come off, and she finally took pity on me. but not before she had me flick them for her, and also she had made me lie face down on the bed for a bit, pushing against them to make sure I really felt it.

mommy also makes me cockwarm a lot. she made me cockwarm my fingers, and when i was face down against the bed, i couldn’t help but grind onto my hand a bit, it was RIGHT THERE!! but mommy had to punish me more, because i was not allowed to touch my clit yet. she said she was going to teach me self control, and made me place a finger on my clit, but i was NOT allowed to move it at all. i didn’t want to know what would happen if i disobeyed so i kept it there, it was torturous. i could feel it throbbing against my finger, my pussy was dripping and i was whining so much.

i think that’s was around when i got to take the clothespins off. but they went straight back on, this time one on each of my pussy lips and one on my clit. it hurt. a lot. i asked mommy if i could use something other than the clothespins, and so she let me take them off. and then i had to hold an ice cube on my clit until it melted, while my pussy was stuffed with ice too. (if anyone else is going to use ice, please be very careful. it needs to be melted a little bit before you start to avoid burns, and also you should check each piece to make sure there’s no sharp edges. pain is nice but you do not want lasting injuries!!! also don’t use it inside too often, having water up there frequently can disturb your ph. stay safe!!)

anyways, i’m sure there’s details i have accidentally missed. from other sessions, mommy has been known to make me keep my panties in my mouth (and sometimes put them back on after), or to scroll through her likes and spank my clit every time i see something i like. we’ve also played with my ass a bit, but i’m pretty new to that, so it’s never really been as punishment.

oh, we also used mommy’s wheel a bit at the start. but i was having some.. issues with it so we moved in from that pretty quickly.

i hope this was enough detail mommy

-🕊️

thank you, princess.

for the record, you and I both know I'm making you do this because you love the humiliation.

does that answer your question, @catgirlinheatsquared?

[pedrisslut]

Can we have post match Pedri smut :) let’s see what you got - anon💚

Ahh the classic post match smut😏 well in the words of a master transfer news reporter - “Here We Go”💛🖤

I wrote this when Barca lost 2-1

a/n: this was not proofread so beware for mistakes! Sorry if this was shit this literally the first smut piece I have ever written😬

The sound of the whistle rang through out the stadium beckoning the end of the match. In contrast to you who knew your work had just began. When you saw the scoresheet go to 2-0 you knew what would be coming for you. If Pedri wasn’t angry enough, he got subbed of at the 61st minute only adding to his anger but he being the gentleman he is never showed it (but you could tell he was boiling). There was a glimmer of hope when Lewandowski got one at the back of the net but it was all futile as Barcelona was handed a loss anyway.

You waited in the stands till you got his signal. Once the stadium was relatively empty there it was the notification on your phone rang and you didn’t even look to know what you had to do. You make your way to the locker room. You opened the door to see an empty room but the sound of the showers running. You get to the showers and you’re greeted by Pedri’s back facing you completely nude.

Pedri’s head shoots back at the sound of you closing the shower door. You can visibly see the anger in his face but it slowly melts away as he sees you. “ I’m really pissed mi dulce perra” he says with a sigh. “Why don’t you show me how pissed you are” you say almost in a breath as you start stripping going slowly putting on a show for him. His erection slowly growing standing upwards. You smirk to yourself proud of the control you have over him. You unclasp your bra to reveal your bare breast.

You squeeze them together and with that Pedri’s patience snaps and he pulls you into the shower with him. Lips connecting both fighting for dominance. His hands roam your body starving for the touch of your warm skin. Your hands interlocking with his hair tugging it. You bite down on his bottom lip causing him to let out a low moan which has you smirking against the kiss. Pedri not liking you being in charge, slams you against the cold shower tiles which earns him a breathy moan from you.

This leaves Pedri smirking as he likes feeling like he is in control especially when he’s had a bad match. You don’t mind of course after all you are just Pedri’s slut. He pins both your hands above your head as he starts grinding his thick cock against the entrance of your clit. You let a annoyed moan -“Please Papi fuck me already”- Pedri lets out a sarcastic chuckle -“ You’re really greedy for Papi’s cock aren’t mi dulce perra” he slaps your ass as you just nod your head desperately hoping your submissiveness will get him to fuck you already.

“Please baby show me who owns this pussy” you say in a high pitched moan whilst he pinches your tits. With your plea he picks you up aligning his dick with your entrance and without warning he thrusts deep into your pussy finding a hard-fast rhythm. “Papi yes!”- as his thrust start hitting your g-spot repeatedly. -“Yeah you like that don’t you my fucking slut you like when papi has you begging and gasping for air” he continues his merciless thrust abusing your g-spot. Your nails rake across his back causing him to throw his head back.

The shower filled with the sound of running water, slapping skin, moans and grunts. You look down to see Pedri’s bulge inside of your tummy, he catches on to what you are looking at and presses against with his free hand. This has you crying out with tears coming down the sides of your face, the pressure being to much for you to handle. - Papi I’m gonna cum!” is all you managed to spit out. -“Then cum for me bitch” he groans. He moves his hand down to draw a figure 8 on your clit. This has you cumming with Pedri’s name on your lips like a chant. The added wetness travelling all the way to his lower abdomen has him cumming soon after in a long groan.

He doesn’t pull out both of y’all just regaining your breath after that workout. - That was amazing baby but you have to leave now” Pedri implying for you to leave before the paparazzi come hounding him for interviews. All you do is nodd and try to stand upright which was very hard atm. You both get dressed as you kiss him in the cheeks as your goodbye. You manage to make it to your car with attracting any attention. As you were about to start your car your phone rings with a notification from Pedri reading -

Papi: remember be at my place at 9;)

you know you will be there. Even though Pedri will never have a relationship with you, you will always be there for him no matter. You are just Pedri’s slut⭐️

[knotabottom]

Yknow, maybe allowing myself to *really* sub out wouldn't be a bad idea.

(This totally isn't just a really detailed fantasy. Yeah I'm sure)

I should have my dom lay me down and pull out a freshly packed bowl. "You can handle three big hits at once, right sweet thing?" I nod slowly before going to take the bowl out of their hand. My arms are pushed aside while they lean towards me, not letting me grab the bowl and instead putting it up to my lips, lighting it themselves. "Nod when you've got enough baby." The flick of the lighter shines on their focused face. After I notice the smoke starting to burn my lungs, I nod, and they take the bowl away from my mouth. I take about 2 more hits before the weed starts affecting my vision and thought processes. My partner reaches over to a bottle of water and tilts my head up so I can get rid of the smoke on my tongue.

My eyes are all blurry, and I can feel my body melting into the bed. Every kiss on my neck feels like it lasts forever, and my partner pets my stomach and thighs. Every touch is amplified and slow as they leave sticky kisses and bites all over my neck, starting to take off my shirt to get to my chest. Marking and clawing all over my torso. Usually, by this time, I can feel myself getting really wet with all their attention. Grinding my hips up into nothing. They make fun of me, asking if I'm just mindlessly moving my hips or if I need to ask for something. My mind can't handle full sentences, and all I can do is groan and whine for them. "Is that how we ask for attention baby? Or are you too high to ask properly?" All I can do is whine some more. "It's obvious you wanna be touched sweet thing, but since you can't ask properly, we're gonna do it my way."

They reach down towards my legs and help me take off the boxers. I wince at the cold air. Their hands trace all over my thighs and just narrowly avoiding my cunt, tracing all around the area with their fingers. I'm so sensitive all I can do is move my hips towards their hands and whine at their touch. Suddenly, my whines earn me a firm smack on my cunt. I jolt and moan at the stinging pain. "What are you moaning at, my pretty thing?" Another smack. "Huh? What is it?"

I can hardly say anything. My minds all melted and my cunt is throbbing. I whine some more. "You want me to touch you? I'm doing it." Another couple smacks to my already swollen clit. They fake me out a couple times, giggling at me when I flinch. "Can you handle another hit, my darling?" They ask. I nod, and they grab the bowl for another hit of weed that they, of course, have to light themselves. It hits me hard, I can barely keep my eyes open, and my mind is swimming. As I exhale the smoke, I'm smacked a few more times, each drawing a good gasp and moan from my lips. They reach down to my cunt and feel how wet I've become, making slick noises with their fingers. "All that smacking, and you're dripping down my hand? Am I dumbing you down that much where any touch makes you a fucking mess, sweet thing?"

They lean down and start eating me out, their tongue gliding between my folds and earning whimpers and moans from me. Making out with my cunt hungrily. Suddenly, they stop, making my hips jerk up towards their face, whining and squirming. I can only squeak out a small please. They start smacking my cunt again, not giving me much of a break between each smack. "All mine, you know that right? My dumb toy to hit as many times as I want." A couple smacks later I'm moaning and panting as I feel the hot sting on my clit.

I'm awake enough to notice they're pulling out their strap and putting it on, being slow to let me recover. After he finishes putting it on, he kisses all over my chest and stomach, going back to simple praise and gentle touches, midway check-in to see if I'm okay. After the sting subsides, I feel cool lube being poured onto me and being worked into me as I'm being gently fingered by my dom. He bends over me, slowly sliding his strap in an inch at a time. Gasping at the nice filling feeling as he slides all the way in. He puts his arms around me, kissing and licking my neck.

I start grinding my hips into his, and he takes that as the signal to start trusting into me, slow at first but getting into a quick pace, going in deeply and barely pulling out before his hips are fucking me into the bed. He goes harder, purposely holding himself as hard as he can against my cervix, trying to bruise it. Moaning and whimpering is all I can do, even if I'm loud. He slides his fingers into my mouth to muffle the noise, holding my hips with the other, admiring the way my stomach bounces with each thrust. "My pretty girl. Is that good? All those noises, too high and fucked out to be quiet? Dumb thing." I nod and try and keep to his rhythm. He pulls out, examining my stretched cunt. "Good job baby!" He says, slowly tracing around my curves with his hands. "Such a pretty toy moaning for me."

Giving me only a minute to catch myself, they grab their vibrator from their shelf. Rubbing my clit as they sync it to their phone. "Here, my sweet thing, hold this to yourself." I grab the vibrator as my clumsy hands hold it to my aching clit. He messes around with the settings until its just enough to keep me soaked but not enough to make me cum. The weed makes it feels like hours as he plays around with the settings.

My hips start to twitch as he puts the vibration harder. "I can't." I squeak. "I know." He puts a hand over the vibrator to keep it there. All I can do is moan and plead, though mumbles for him to turn it down. Not like he would. The vibration gets hard to ignore, and I'm too high to focus on something else. They smirk as they know damn well they're pushing me over the edge, shoving their fingers into my mouth to keep me quiet. "Greedy thing. Couldn't hold it? I told you to hold it." I'm panting and squirming as the feeling is overwhelming, making a huge mess. I can only beg and mumble my apologies. He takes the vibrator away and turns it off. They bend over to look at my twitching cunt, smiling at it, letting me take only a small break.

He leans back up towards me, placing the vibrator back on my clit, automatically putting it up to max. Immediately squirming and whining. It's too much. I start to beg to take it off. "You want it off for a minute? Okay." As soon as it lifts off I'm met with a hard smack on my cunt. I can't do much besides flinch and moan. "So greedy..." Another five smacks in a row. It starts to sting pretty well. It only stops for him to put the vibrator back on at max. I'm begging for it to let up a little bit as he just keeps telling me why I deserve this punishment. Going back and forth until he's satisfied with how exhausted I am.

"Alright, alright, you've had enough, my love. Cmere." He puts everything away and pulls me onto his chest. "My sweet girl, taking all that for me." Petting my hair and letting me calm down into his skin. Theres lots of close hugs and praise until I settle all the way down. Making me drink some water and get talking again.

Maybe a nap or get something to eat, just regular sappy Aftercare <3<3<3

[jessenitrogen]

cybertronian anatomy ?? (headcanons)

FAIR WARNING, I STILL DONT KNOW THE MOST ABT TRANSFORMERS, I KNOW THERES A TCOG AND A SPARK BUT THATS IT AND ALSO WHILE I DID TAKE ANATOMY CLASS I FORGOT A BIT OF IT BUT and doesnt help I know next to nothing abt mechanics stuff

and another fair warning, the headcanons are canon to ME when I put them in the context of my continuity and exist bcuz I thought of it to fit in my continuity/my designs bcuz fuck it we ball

DENTA/TEETH/DIGESTIVE SYSTEM?

I think the purpose of their denta would not to chew but to bite into energon. Theyre metal beings, that are BIG in most cases, I believe they have a bite force strong enough enough to bite into energon in its mineral state.

For denta appearance, (while I dont know the best shape there is to cut into rock) would be sharp teeth, yknow pointed teeth. Some cybertronians have sharp pointed teeth and then there are some who dont. Well heres the kicker since these guys can also transform, I feel like they can alter their denta shape as well. highly compacted plates that can loosen and move when need be or something. Their sharp teeth can pop out like that HTTYD scene with Toothless popping out his teeth

They dont have tongues, cuz they dont taste, or use it to swallow, or use it to talk. They just kinda. Lean their helms back to get energon into their throats, like birds!!

And they dont need a tongue to formulate their speech, for their voice box is like, a literal box that generates sound waves that is the cybertronians voice. A cybertronian moves their mouth as to not muffle their voice.

While their denta is not designed to chew, in order to get energon into a shape/size that can get to their version of stomachs, their throats grind the energon into smaller bits so it can travel easier through their esophagus. or whatever the cybertronian equivalent is.

Once the energon gets to their stomachs, its melted down into a liquid state so it can flow to the spark where it is essentially "charged" and then can flow throughout tubes and circuits and power their bodies/frames and systems. And I believe, the cybertronians were created in such a way that they can utilize every component of energon so nothing goes to waste.

Cybertronians were created before the technology was made that could convert energon into a liquid state. That tech was made as to cut down digestive time and save energy that could be used for other things.

SKIN/INTEGUMENTARY SYSTEM

idk what cybertronian skin is called and I barely remember what the integumentary system is other than its skin it helps regulate body temp and helps fight infection?

ANYWAYS their skin is like a very flexible metal, its thinner in parts where the frame has more armor, but thicker in places that dont have armor to compensate for the lack of armor.

Here in this thin layer of metal are receptors that can sense touch and pain, and like idk abt this part but wanna say there is a thin layer of wire net/mesh that can either warm up or cool down as a way to assist the cybertronians ventilation system (ventilation system does most of the work when cooling down the frame)

This layer can repair itself over time. It can also be replaced with external metal if the layer is too damaged. During the early times of the War for Cybertron injuries were repaired with external metal. This external metal did not include touch/pain receptors or the wire net/mesh that assists with temp regulation. Those who were frequently repaired with this external metal have some resistance to pain but have the tendency to overheat, in severe cases need an external source to cool down their frames. ie, dipping in water

Cybertronians need to stay at a constant temp, normally a LOT warmer than we do, in order to keep the energon in a liquid state and stay warm during the nights on Cybertron. If they get too cold the energon can solidify again and cause blockage in circuits and tubing. But if their frames get too hot, the processor can fry, circuits can melt, etc

EXTRA/HALFBAKED HEADCANONS

these I dont have detailed thought on atleast yet, but

They wouldnt have noses. they dont breathe, or smell, so.

They dont have ANY reproductive organs, internal or external. They cannot reproduce with eachother or by themselves. their numbers only increase bcuz of the Allspark

AND THATS ALL I HAVE rn I'd like to state here and now that these headcanons definitely apply to all of my characters and my continuity versions of canon characters. and like, no one has to agree with them or use them but it's also cool if someone does

[tiffanymichaels]

Slathered in oil

Are y’all ready for another erotic dream?

I had a dream that a man knocked on my door. I was sleepy, but I felt like even if I couldn’t bring my best, I was horny enough that it didn’t really matter to me. He was so handsome, and I was looking forward to spending 3 hours with him. He walked in, saw that I was wearing nothing but a white robe, and said “Wow.”

“Hello mister, you’re looking especially handsome today”

“You look amazing in that robe.”

“Thank you. It’s been too long”

He pulled me in for passionate kisses. Freshly minted breath. Mmmm.

He excused himself to shower, and he took his time, giving me time to make myself cum a few times before our fun began. When I heard the shower turn off, I took my time stretching and putting on an outfit I knew he would love. Athletic shorts and a requested giant T-shirt.

I sipped my water while I waited for him to ensure he was perfect for me. This dream brought me such a good boy.

He emerged wearing his clothes - he likes me to take them off, and I like to watch him strip down knowing he’s clean and ready for me to kiss from head to toe.

He grabbed the coconut oil from his bag, and put it on the nightstand before laying down with me. “Can we cuddle?”

“Yes, please”

He laid down next to me, asked me to face him. I held his head in my arms and he caressed my body as we kissed. “Teach me how to kiss, Ms. Michaels”

So I did.

“Move close to my face, and open your mouth slightly. Push your lips out a little. Touch my lips with yours. Good boy. Now you’re going to open your mouth a little more and let your tongue slip out. You’re a fast learner. Now let my tongue explore your mouth, and let our tongues swirl around together. You’re an amazing student.”

“You’re a good teacher. What else do you want me to do?”

“I want you to kiss my breast.” He did, and I continued “the wonderful thing is that once you know how to kiss lips, you know how to kiss anywhere. Kissing, licking, sucking, just like you did to my lips, I want you to do to my breast. Good good boy.”

He took his shirt off after a while, and then asked me to get on top of him.

I did, and then I stuck my tongue out for him to suck on. His moans were like ecstasy. He looked up at me and asked what I knew he’d been dying to. “Do you think we can both squeeze in that shirt?”

“I think I can squeeze you in… ;) I’m not really sure what you have in mind here, but I’m excited to find out.”

He sat up and I pulled my shirt up over his head, and he paused to rub his face against my boobs.

“Do you think my head will fit through with yours?”

“Yeah I think so, here.” I pulled the shirt down over his head, and he leaned forward so I could pull it down his back. He slipped his arms through the arm holes, and there we were, sharing a shirt, kissing and rubbing against one another, both moaning at the feeling. It really was sensational.

After a while, we removed the shirt, and he kissed my boobs while I moved my hands up and down his chest, occasionally leaning down to offer him my tongue.

“I want you to kiss me with as much wetness as when you suck my dick.”

I did just that, and I sucked on his tongue as if I was giving him head, letting my saliva run down the length of it while I heard him moan into my mouth. As the dream continued he took back over and started sucking my tongue, asking me to stick it out as far as I could.

It was time for oil, and we both removed our shorts in preparation. “This is liquid love right now, so we have to be careful” he said as he took the lid off from the completely melted coconut oil.

He was anything but careful. He let it pour all over his dick, heaps of it, and I slid my hands through the oil and pulled it up onto his chest. I rubbed his balls and his shaft, and he asked me to get on top of him.

I climbed up and positioned his dick on my tummy as I kissed him and began grinding my tummy across his hard oily cock. “Let’s put some of this on your breasts”

“Yes sir.” He took the oil and poured it onto my boobs as I moaned at the sensation. “I love when we’re covered in oil”

We kissed passionately, and I moved my boobs onto his cock and let it slide gently between them.

“You’re so beautiful”

“Mmmm. You’re beautiful” and he was. Vulnerable, turned on, covered in oil, willing to explore his fantasies with me. Beautiful.

He continued like that for a while, massaging and kissing one another, sucking each others tongues, and then he asked if we could put a condom on.

“Don’t mind if we do.” We put the condom on his shaft, and I climbed on top and began to ride him hard and fast while we locked eyes.

“I want to be behind you”

I moved to the edge of the bed and bent over it while he slid in from behind. He fucked me hard and deep until he came.

I removed his condom, then excused myself to freshen up a bit. I returned several minutes later with a warm wash cloth.

“I hadn’t realized how tired I was.” He said when I crawled back into bed next to him.

“Oh me too.”

“I worked for 12 hours today. I haven’t eaten anything.”

“I have a protein drink, it’ll give you some energy.”

I brought it out, but he just set it on the table. As if I’m letting him get away with that, but we will table it for now.

I pulled him into my arms and laid back on several pillows, cuddling facing one another while he rested against my breasts. I ran my hands through his hair and gently rubbed his back. We laid there for a long time in silence while the music played, not quite sleeping, but both deeply relaxed. Occasionally kissing each other softly, and then laying face to face with our eyes closed. It was a wonderful meditative time. I welcomed the energy, cuz gosh this was a sleepy dream. Absolutely perfect.

Eventually he excused himself to use the bathroom, and I told him when he gets back we are splitting my protein drink. We did, and then we used mouthwash before we covered each other in more oil.

We laid in a spooning cuddle, and I rubbed his dick against my butt cheek while we moaned and filled ourselves with the pleasure of touch.

After a while, I sat on top of him grinding against his tummy while I held my hands behind my back rubbing his cock up and down against my butt cheek with one hand and cupping his balls with the other.

“Yes, use both hands. Oh my god you’re going to make me cum.”

“Do it. Cum for me, yes. I want to feel your juices on my finger tips, please cum for me.”

And he did. Such a good boy. Such a good dream.

I excused myself and brought another washcloth.

He laid there, spent and relaxed. “I didn’t know that was possible. I experienced something so new”

I sat on the bed and giggled, “you and me both! I like exploring new things with you.”

We still had time to spend together, but he was getting a headache. I gave him some ibuprofen, and he said he was going to get some food and sleep. He excused himself to shower, and I gathered his clothes from across the room to make it easier for him to get dressed.

I have very lucid dreams, so when he came back out I was already thinking about how to write this experience out, but I looked up and gave him my full attention.

“You really are so handsome.” I laid on my tummy across the bed and watched him dress.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“I hope you feel better.”

“The shower helped a bit.”

He took his time getting dressed and packing up his oil while he told me about a show he’s watching, which happens to be one of my favorite shows. I told him that the books pale in comparison to the show, and I was filled with excitement for him when he told me where in the show he was at. He’s in for so many twists and turns, this dream boy.

He recommended that I read red rising, and it’s not the first time I’ve been recommended to do so. I think it’s time I listen to my dreams and check the book out!

And that was my dream. I sent him on his way with water and well wishes, and then I woke up to find myself utterly satisfied, and still so sleepy.

[bishie-haven]

Asmo Appreciation Week, Day 3: Best Cards, Part 2!

Welcome again, everyone!

I'll cut a bit more to the chase today, since we're in a continuation from yesterday's post. Yesterday I covered #20-11 of the Asmodeus cards that make my heart beat faster, and today I'll show #10-1! These are a lot more potent and have a lot higher potential to melt my soul.

Let us begin~

#10: Guided By Desire

Starting off the top 10 with more nostalgia! While one of two SSR cards people were VERY likely to get in the beginning, it doesn't annoy me seeing him show up...much (I get sooo many ravens now, UGH). BUT, repetitiveness aside, circumstances REALLY put this card high on the list. Even to this DAY it is one of my most powerful cards, even topping a lot of the URs I have on the OG app, so I HAVE to give credit. And even without it...just look at that face, you can't deny its adorableness! (Plus a rare shot where Asmo has pink and neon green nails before they decided on pink and teal!)

#9: Purgatory Hall Sleepover!

Hey look, it's the card that most likely inspired the 2022-23 pajama set! Being the first birthday UR this boy had (and having to wait a full year from its implementation date), I was was EXCITED to see this card art alone. The theming made it even better; sleepovers are another topic that just send me over the moon, and that LITERALLY being the title of the card set in stone that I needed it like water. Thankfully, no money had to be spent, hooray!

#8: Photogenic Asmo

If you thought #16 was colorful, #8 said hold my demonus. This is CUTE in every sense of the word. An overall cafe theme (mixing retro diners and maid cafes without the maids), Asmo in that uniform, and that look on his face getting pics of the sweets?! This was the card that started my completionist journey of getting every card of his, and thankfully, the catalyst was received in a recent revival Nightmare!

#7: Your Personal Venus

This card, this card... The end of February was a wild time for my OM! account. This event plus the Nightmare that was attached were attacking me from both sides in terms of cards I want, and could NOT catch a break (you might be able to guess a card down lower if you think about it ^^). But thankfully, it meant this card was mine within three days of the event start! The initial image is precious (just look at those eyes!), and this one? This was an attack on my soul, how is he able to rock anything and make me love him even more?!

#6: Time for the Main Event!

I grinded in this event when it came out in 2020. Nearly 4 years later, I'm still trying to get him. There's definitely reasons why, considering it's only barely out of the top 5. The Cinderella/fairytale aesthetic is a major reason, bringing to question what Asmo would be like if HE was the titular heroine instead of the fairy godmother in the actual event. In addition, this was the first event where I truly saw him as a gnc icon and ROCKING this dress (I can't unsee the garter belt either, so neither will you now, hehe), and further made me scream whenever future cards indulged this. Now, please hurry up and come home...

#5: Return My Glow

We all know from both the OG and NB that Asmo valued his time as the angel dubbed the "jewel of the heavens", despite slowly forgetting that image of himself. While the event the card was attached to is DEFINITELY controversial amongst the fandom, it still means a lot to me. I grinded my booty off to get it on the last day, and the image (specifically this DF unlock) has the power to make me feel better even on some of my darkest days. It even doubles so when you look at the similar image found in his initial UR in NB (more on that soon!).

#4: The Devildom's Mermaid

Outside of the missed potential to make him an ACTUAL mermaid in one of the arts, this was the first UR+ Asmo ever received, so its iconic status already lends itself to a high placement. Theming is also high here, as WHO can resist the beach episode, tell me, who?! There's also a bit of retroactive mirroring with the anime that happens in my head. I can totally see at one point on that private beach he set up a picture just like this to send to his followers, and that expression sent many (including myself) into an iconic squealing mess.

#3: Demons Catch Colds?!

If you guessed this card at #7, you win a virtual cookie! It is no secret to anyone who knows me well that one of my favorite tropes in fiction is the sick day, one person laying in perceived misery while another tends to their needs. In addition, if you include anything in your work with a medical/dental theme, you will have me eating out of the palm of your hand. This card has both. I was a mess back in April of '21 thanks to this blasted card. Fun fact, this was the first Nightmare card I spent money to get (Solomon decided to block my advances one too many times using the same attribute and I was at my limit 😡)! I only pull out the actual cash when I'm hooked, so you KNOW it was serious. XD Lastly, I said I wasn't taking Devilgrams into account, but I wanted to mention how the one attached to this card is so sweet. If you ever have the chance to read it, DO IT!

#2: Princess Asmo's Escape

They ACTUALLY referenced it!! If you've seen the anime, you know about Episode 5 and the insanity that occurred when Asmo was literally wearing the crown. And the fact that the devs saw it was iconic enough to make a UR+ out of?! I have a lot of gripes with Solmare, but this one of the times they got it RIGHT. He is a Disney princess, you can NOT change my mind, and the composition of this initial image is so pretty I want to make a print of it to hang in my room. It's almost the perfect card! Almost...

Because the top card of all to me is...

#1: A Song From the Heart

This is my absolute dream card, and the closest to the definition of a perfect one you will ever get. So many elements combine to make this both fitting in terms of character and concept. In the initial image we get the cute, goofy side of him (and a shot of him in glasses?!), calmly playing an acoustic. In the DF unlock, that side turns passionate and bombastic, switching to an electric and belting into the mic under the stage lights. It references both the obvious and not-so-obvious of parts of his character. We know that he loves being under the spotlight, but we don't get much in terms of his love for music, specifically rock music as the designs imply. The outfit is also one of my personal favorites, as is many that don't go on the Majolish racks (pleeeeeease let this one be wearable one day!). It even has a bit of a meta connection as well. His VA, Miura Ayme, has PLENTY of musical connections, not just recording OPs for the game but being an active visual kei artist with a HEAVY leaning on rock as a style. So to see a card not only tie back to a character but to the voice actor at the same time? There's nothing I see that's better than that.

And that's my list! What did you think? Any cards I missed in terms of their positives? Let me know if you have any you want to mention, as well!

[no-face-girl-76]

The camping trip.

Dear diary,

Today was the best day ever. I went camping with my friends Luna, Bella and Kayla. It started off with us all being a mess, Mary and Luna stayed up way too late last night. Kayla forgot the second air mattress and I forgot my slippers.

The four of us all got ourselves situated and planned out how we were all going to fit on one air mattress. We are going to have to all cuddle side by side.

Mary asked if we wanted to go swimming and we all took turns changing in the tent while Kayla blew up the floaties. We all went down to thé water and jumped in, it was mid September and freezing! The view was amazing, clear water and sky, the sun shining down on my skin. I felt like I was melting.

We were all sipping our drinks and talking but I could feel Kayla’s eyes on me. My top teased my nipples, if I shifted the wrong way I knew she would see everything. My bottoms were a cheeky cut. They fit me perfectly. I made eye contact with her and she shyly looked away. She said the suns right in my eyes but I could see perfectly fine. Luna and Mary didn’t seem to notice.

The four of us eventually finished our drinks and started getting cold so we went back to our campsite. Luna went to change first, while Kayla started the fire. Mary poured us more drinks even though it was 4pm and we were already very tipsy. We roasted hot dogs and marshmallows until we all felt a little sick. We talked until 11pm when we noticed it was an hour after quiet time. We packed up and crammed into the tent.

It was freezing in the tent and we all called out where we wanted to sleep. Luna on one end, Mary in the middle beside me, me and then Kayla on the other end. It was only a queen size mattress so we had to spoon, I didn’t mind. I didn’t realise how touch deprived I was. I wanted to be in the middle. It was perfect. We laughed for another couple hours and then Kayla asked if she could warm her hands on me.

She put them on my stomach at first they were freezing. The touch felt nice and comforting. The others passed out, occasionally snoring.

K-“can i move my hand higher? It’s cold here now.” She asked

“Yeah”

she slowly drifted her hand up, her cool hand just slightly under my boob.

K-“higher?”

“Yeah.”

Her hand caressing my boob. Her leg was wrapped over me, in between my legs, just teasing my desperate clit. Her cold fingers slowly caressing my nipple, I was desperate I wanted it and so much more. I hoped she wouldn’t stop and think about the two other girls sleeping inches away.

K-“is this okay”

“Yes.” I Saïd sheepishly

Mary and Luna had already fell asleep. But I still felt guilty. what if they woke up? what am I even doing? Why am I turned on by my best friend right now?? But it felt so good. She slowly rolled my nipple in her finger and I felt them get hard. I heard her chuckle. I could feel my face get hot and red. My breaths became deeper.

K-“do you like this?”

I could hear the smile in her voice.

« yes, but Mary and Luna are right there »

« we don’t have to do anything but I do not think they are waking up. Besides, I'm just warming my hands, right?»

I felt her knee slide down a little bit. It was right on the sweet spot, it took everything in me to not start grinding against it. I was throbbing, it’s been so long.

Her hand moved slowly down my side, creating goose bumps along the way. Then she slowly went back up

« I’m sensitive «

she chuckled

K-« I know…do you want me to stop? »

« No » I said sheepishly.

I can’t let this go too far, our friends are right beside us. What if they wake up? Her hand slowly but firmly rubbing all the way up to my breast and down to my waist band made me crazy. Oh god how I wanted her to make the next move. She sat up

K-« can I kiss you »

« Yes »

K-« Here? » she asked with her thumb making tiny circles right above my pant line.

« Yes »

She sat in between my legs and bent over me, one hand holding her up and the other holding my waist. She moved her thumb upwards

K-« here? »

« Yes » I almost moaned

She slowly made her way up my body asking before every kiss. She knew right were to kiss to make me crazy.

« her hand grasped my boob,

K-“here? »

I couldn’t help it anymore

« yes » I moaned.

« We have to be quiet »

she said as she lowered her head on to my nipples.

She softly kissed them, over and over. She stopped for a second, leaned in and whispered

K- « do you want more »

Fuck I wanted more so bad. Her hand slowly rubbing my body while she softly teased my nipples. I could take it anymore, I started to grind on her knee.

« please » I begged

K- « god you are so pretty when you beg »

She started sucking lightly and teasing with her tongue, switching sides every couple of minutes.

K- “Do you want more”

“Please” I whimpered

She slowly and firmly kissed my body, making her way all the way down. Her hands firmly placed on my sides.

“Do you want me to take these off” she tugged slightly on my waist band.

“Yes”

K- “yes what?” She asked

“Please” I begged

She slid off my pants, keeping my panties on. She slowly ran her thumb over my clit.

K- “do you want me to kiss here”

“Please” I whimpered

I could feel my swollen clit throbbing, begging for attention. Her soft lips kissed it through my soaked panties.

K- “do you want me to take them off?”

“Please” I said already out of breath, my body felt like it was going to explode.

She slid them off. Kissing from my knees all the way down. She teased all around my clit, she wanted me to beg.

“Please “ I begged

I could hear her smile.

K- “tell me what you want”

“More”

She lightly sucked on my clit

K-“This?”

“Yes” i moaned

She lightly sucked and teased with her tongue.

K- « do you want more?´

« Yes »

She slowly moved her hand down

« Do you want me inside of you? »

« Please » I begged

Her warm fingers slowly slipped in, her other hand dragged down my body to my lower stomach. She applied some pressure and started moving her fingers a little faster, she was hitting my G spot and it felt like heaven.

« Do you want more »

« Yes »

She went a little faster and sucked a little harder. I was so close

K- « I want you to ask to cum »

« I’m going to cum » I moaned

K-« no » she slowed down

« I’m so close » I whined

K-« I’m not done with you yet »

she slowly took her fingers out and teased your clit with them. I couldn’t take it anymore

« Please « I begged

She slipped her fingers in massaging my g spot. Her tongue slowly teasing my clit.

« Please, I’m going to explode »

K-« good girl, cum for me » her fingers sped up, and she sucked harder.

My whole body tensed up

« Oh my fucking god » I moaned

I came. Soaking the sheets, I felt like I had come out of my body.

She kissed my clit softly, and I slowly regained consciousness.

K-« you taste so good »

She slowly kissed up my body. Her hand rested on my stomach.

K« Hey, you okay »

« Yeah, I’m just recovering » I chuckled

K »you did so good.”

She resumed kissing my stomach all the way up to my neck, her hand still holding my waist. I wish I could stop time and feel this forever. After a couple minutes go by she asked,

K-“do you want to go skinny dipping with me before they wake up? We smell like pussy and it might be hard to explain.”

Oh my god, I completely forgot my friends were right beside us. She handed me a towel

K-« come on »

We quickly run out of the tent and down to the water.

K- « on three we drop our towels and jump, you ready? »

« oh no its going to be so cold »

K- «one…two…three!”

We jumped in holding hands. It was absolutely freezing!

« I can’t believe we just did that »

K-« I can » she chuckled

The end for now…

[rigil-kentauris]

When you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers!! here ya go!!

OH NO JUST 5????

lets see

hm. im going to take the definition ACTUALLY LISTEN TO and translate that to listen with a capital L, put that song on and melt into mattress, listening to that song is a Task.

1. Nothing Left To Say/Rocks Imagine Dragons EXCEPT i dont listen to rocks i do not like it. i got this album for free back when google play music was new enough to coax people with free music if you can believe that. anyway this song is too big to listen to while walking. i will listen to it while driving but i think i shouldnt. its very. hm.

its very sad. it reminds me of people ive left behind. and places i cant go back to. situations that are over without a choice or chance of reprieve. sometimes it just be like that.

but as sad as it is i think lots of parts of this song are also hopeful. the chorus is entirely about giving up, but ever verse ends with i keep pushing on. i think the idea that you keep pushing on and on is the kind of hope that makes all the sad worse. the first time i wrote a piece of fluff, coming off of a solid career of angst, the person i was writing with was like, see, now that they are happy, you can make them even sadder! because once, they were happy! and i think this song is a bit reverse of that. things suck, and you keep going. theres nothing left to say about it.

anyway, i think this song says about me that i am depressed but what is new there. my favorite line is all of them. god ive decided to pick lines. so i would say that. despite liking individual lines more, i think my favorite line is when it goes

But I keep pushing On and on and on and on

or when it goes and instead of but. i think it contrast is what makes the song powerful. im tired, and im lost, and everything hurts, and im giving up but im still going. im falling but im pushing on. theres nothing i can do and nothing i can say. im pushing on. what a very modern tragedy. ill stop now before i go in circles.

grumpy side note. i think If you could only save me/I'm drowning in the waters of my soul… could be improved. this whole song has been internally driven until then, and then the song gives the spotlight moment to a desperate wish that someone else could save me/us/you. pah.

also fuck rocks. im sorry if someone reading this is a rocks liker but i am not.

2. Well now that we've got a a bog standard answer I'll put All My Friends by LCD Soundsystems for the umpteenth time. I won't make everyone sit through this ramble again. I think this song also says about me that i am a depressed zillenial.

i genuinely cant pick a single line. if im picking one part then that means im not picking another

in general i think this whole song is. regrets and nostalgia bound together. lives youve lead. mistakes youve made. people who have come apart from you just as it is. losing yourself to the grind but also living. this whole verse is

It comes apart The way it does in bad films Except the part Where the moral kicks in Though when we're running out of the drugs And the conversation's grinding away I wouldn't trade one stupid decision For another five years of life

And its like. life is coming apart. we're coming down of the life of living and being young and being in the moment. theres no moral to this story. just entropy. and despite that. despite all that. i wouldnt give any of it away. everything has lead me here and i- i am not just happy with that. i wouldnt take five more years worth of chances in exchange for the one shot to change what ive been

i think its pretty aspirational

theres another song i like to listen to that has a theme of even the mistakes weren't really mistakes at all. i think. eh. i think these aspirations are useful. i think we can find happiness even if the past is sad.

anyway all of these are my favorite lines. this is another one i listen to in the car even though i shouldnt.

3. DID I SAY STOP BEING MAUDLIN I MEANT START HARDER. Wide Open - Chemical Brothers after about a million hours listening time i am becoming slightly immune to this one though.

tbh the lyrics arent particularity striking to me but the whole combination of everything is just MAGICAL. plus theres like four whole words in the song. but since ive decided to make myself pick lines, im going to go with the chorus Slow me down/It's getting away from me

4. OH OH. OH I WANT TO PUT. Hm. I think this might not count but i've written almost an essay about this one and i listen to it critically so I think it fits the definition of Listen listen to. Truth Despair and Hope, FE8, Saki Haruyama, Yoshihiko Kitamura, Yoshito Hirano. im mentally ill about this song re: how it blends storytelling and music.. i'll tell you how ill i am about this song i dug up my exhiled FE blog (nobody @ me there i wont see it) to find what i wrote about it [long eyes emoji post with timestamps][a shorter post that i DID NOT FINISH ELABORATING ON???? but i think is more insightful and important analysis of the story/song meld]

anyway. its not like. a song on my playlists. its just like the only music ive every done serious analysis on voluntarily and because i once said if this song was a person i'd marry it. also help i managed to avoid putting any of these songs on while writing and now ive failed and i cant turn it off. im worked up about this again. its about teh WEAVING OF THREE DISPARATE TALES EACH ALIKE IN MEANING EXCEPT WHEN VIEWED THROUGH THE LENS OF THE OTHER. WHO IS TRUTH? WHO IS DESPAIR? WHO IS HOPE? WHO IS WORKING THAT SICK ASS BASS LINE? THIS SONG AND ITS TRIO OF PARTS (okay i count four in several parts but yknow) HAUNT ME

this one doesnt have lyrics so i cant have a favorite one. my favorite part i think would be the bass from 0:30-0:45

5. there are better candidates for 5, but i spent a week on internal debating and if i dont pick a 5 im never going to. in the spirit of something more cheerful than the prior, im picking Where the Streets Have No Names which is by U2. so, for reasons i wont get into, i have been flying on planes regularly for most my life. this is my Plane Song. i dont listen to it very often because like. the atmosphere. has to be: you are squished into your window seat. its fucking BAKING hot because the sun in magnified on you. it is also FREEZING because youre on a plane. you are squished like the sardine with a stranger and your leg hurts from playing the cant touch anyone anxiety game. and youre tired from getting up early or staying up late and youre unrelated, slightly dozy because the whole process is a stress and theres the tremendous white noise of the massive engines leaking in through your very worn earbuds. and theres the minute vibrations of your tiny metal tube, and you are looking out the baking hot window and there are clouds and clouds and clouds and SUN. and you are nowhere in the world on your way to somewhere else. and it doenst matter if thats a good somewhere or a bad somewhere. your in the Sky now. and it is beautiful

anyway i havent flown lately as you might imagine. plague and all that.

im going to cheat and pick two lyrics. We're still building then burning down love/Burning down love because i like it and i like how it sounds in the song. i like the sound more than the next lyrics but i like the next lyric better, which is And when I go there/I go there with you/It's all I can do

im very disappointed i couldnt sneak in a complextro song or one of the glitchy ones. but tbh i listen to those because they distract half my brain, allowing me to focus. they arent really for Listening listening to.

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okey i know several of yall do NOT like tag games and i cant remember who right now so i will wait on tagging. but if you want to do it please tag me and i will skedaddle over and give some songs a listen!

[the-baddest-of-batches]

Dar'Aliit: Chapter 5 - Cogs in the Machine (p2)

The gorge seemed to move further the more we walked. Aftermath kind of hovered between me and Bevik. I could tell he was worried, but Bevik was fine. I took glances back at Kit.

He appeared fine. Came to walk silently beside me. I appreciated the silence.

We reached the gorge in several hours, now we approach the outpost itself. It looks empty, abandoned really. Not a clanker in sight. There’s a bit of yellow, I think water, dripping from a pipe on the ground as we all group together with blasters ready. I grip Kit’s holdout pistol in my good hand as we approach the base airlock.

Mer’en gestures Kit forward and he pulls off the control panel cover. In a few moments the airlock grinds loudly. I turn and snap the pistol up, keeping an eye on the landscape.

Readouts said this place isn’t inhabited. The listening post is almost fifty years old. Used to be a research station that got abandoned. Reason unknown.

The grinding is louder and Kit sits back. He looks like he’s panting. “It’s stuck,” he whispers. “I think the gears are too old.”

“Can we get it open any other way?”

“Not without compromising the integrity of the airlock.” Kit’s voice is hoarse. I glance back at them because something isn’t sitting right in my gut.

“Are you sure the droids aren’t here yet, sir?” I ask Mer’en.

He looks back at me then gestures to Kit. “Try again,” he orders. “Everyone, train your blasters on the airlock.”

“Sir, yes, sir!”

I turn and duck into the side of the building beside Aftermath. Kit fiddles around with the panel. Sparks fly and the door gives another heavy groan before there’s the tumble of a lock and it slips open, almost too easily.

Laser bolts pour out.

“Fire!” Mer’en shouts and sends a volley of shots back into the airlock.

There’s a tinny scream. I empty the holdout blaster and as the smoke clears there’s nothing but melted droid spilling out.

“Clankers are here,” Aftermath calls out.

Kit slumps against the outside of the wall. “Should…be good…now.”

I drop the empty blaster and jog over to him. “Are you okay?”

Kit gives me a thumbs up. I look into his face, though. There’s a sickly yellow pallor to his skin. He smiles at me. “Fine.”

I don’t want to believe him but the others are headed inside. Mer’en directs us to home. I grab Kit’s hand and help him up this time. We follow. I don’t have a weapon anymore so I trail behind Aftermath and keep half an eye on Kit.

The door is shot, so it doesn’t close as we slip inside, but as the interior door slides open it’s clear this place hasn’t had a human touch in forever. The air tastes stale, even through a helmet filter.

Mer’en and Bevik run ahead. “Nothing,” Mer’en calls. “Clankers must be deeper in. Aftermath, stick with Kian. Kit—”

Kit grabs the wall and doubles over coughing. I turn in time to see the blood spattering the inside of his gloved palm.

Shave breaks away from Aftermath. “He’s injured!” he calls to Mer’en. I want to go after Shave, but I stay where I am. My chest is constricting.

Aftermath puts a hand on my shoulder, and it reminds me he’s there. I’m not alone. Shave is here. No one’s going to die.

“You’re shaking,” Aftermath mutters.

Kit slumps down. Shave follows him. I can’t see anything, but I can hear the horrible hacking and coughing. It churns my stomach, so I turn my back. Aftermath loops his arm around my shoulders and keeps a careful watch as Mer’en and Bevik cover the corridor.

It’s excruciating to wait. To listen. To know there’s nothing I can do, and at the same time it’s all my fault.

But the silence at the end is worse. I hold my breath until Shave speaks up.

“He’s gone.”

Aftermath stiffens.

“What?” Mer’en asks.

“His respiratory system is all burned through. Looks like whatever is in the air reacts with anything even remotely liquid, including your insides. No one takes off their helmet until this place has been vented, got it?”

Aftermath’s hand forms a fist over my shoulder. He bows his head.

“Shave, stay with the body. We’ll clear the outpost,” Mer’en orders. He looks back at me and Aftermath. “Kian, Aftermath, stay with them.”

I don’t want to, but I’m no good injured.

“Yes, sir,” Aftermath says stiffly. He removed his arm from my shoulders and steps toward Shave. I risk a look back. I don’t feel sick this time. Maybe it’s because Kit’s eyes are closed. He looks like he’s asleep. He looks peaceful.

If not for the blood smeared across his mouth, you might’ve never known he was dead.

Mer’en and Bevik head off. Aftermath walks over there and I follow him slowly, unsure if I really want to be here. Aftermath slumps down beside Shave and leans his head back. I sit beside him and draw my knees to my chest.

“You should both keep your helmets on until we know what did this,” Shave says. He looks over at me. “Especially you, Kian.”

“What the hell was it?” Aftermath asks. “None of us got sick, but Kian and Bevik both took off their helmets.”

“Like I said, probably something in the air reacting with moisture.” Shave sighs.

I wish I could pull off my helmet and scream. I don’t even deserve this. Everywhere I go, people die. And these two, they’re talking about it like, like it’s another day.

It is another day, but it’s also another face. Another brother. I press my hands to the sides of my helmet. “I’m sorry!”

Aftermath looks over. “For what? You didn’t do anything.”

“Yes I did!” I snap back. “He would’ve lived if he’d kept his helmet on! But I’m wearing it.”

Aftermath’s voice takes a tone colder than I’ve ever heard. Aftermath, I don’t think, even knows how to be cold. But he’s ice when he answers.

“Don’t you dare blame yourself for this. Don’t you dare blame yourself for any of it. We are soldiers, Kian. We’re grown in tubes and sent to die. That’s what we do. It’s hell, but it’s the truth.”

Shave sits forward. “Aftermath is right.”

“But—”

“No!” Aftermath slams a fist into the ground. “Look, you start to blame yourself and you’ll never learn to move forward or move on. We’re all going to die, someday, somehow, whether it’s here, or on another forsaken field of war. It might be somewhere nice, it might not. Doesn’t matter.” He sighs. “Look, sometimes, there just isn’t anyone to blame.”

“Then what do I do?”

Aftermath leans back. He throws an arm over my shoulder and shrugs. “Cry. Scream. Take it out on the next clanker you see. Just, let it go, okay?”

I know I can’t see Aftermath’s face, but I think he probably feels the same way I do. Helpless. Small. Another cog in the machine. And I know he’s right, but I just don’t feel any better knowing that the universe won’t care, or even hear, my scream.

#

“Base is clear.” Mer’en shrugs off his backpack. Shave wanders around the medbay we reclaimed. We’re all still in helmets. Kit’s body is covered at least now, but stretched out on the table behind me.

“Well that’s good. Lots of droids? Injuries?” Shave doesn’t stop medlding with the ancient equipment. He’s unpacked everything he has onto the various tables and trays. It looks like more than I would’ve expected to fit in a medical kit.

“We’re fine,” Mer’en says. He comes over to me. I’ve been sitting on this cold table for about an hour now waiting for Shave to find whatever cure he’s been working up based off Kit’s autopsy so he can neutralize the component in the air.

According to Shave if any of us start breathing in here even though there’s no further component, our lungs will likely melt out thanks to the chemical composition of the agent which reacted to the blood on my face. Its water-based acid. Harmless in a dry environment but activated by liquid. And humans are just big fleshy bags of water. At least now I know why half my face will be scarred for life.

Mer’en leans back. “How are you doing?”

I shrug. “No worse for wear.”

He pats my shoulder. “Good man. Shave, any progress on neutralizing?”

“You can likely take your helmet off, Sarge. You never removed it outdoors.”

“I’d rather not risk puking out my organs.”

Shave chuckles. “Smart.”

“I’ve made some progress. I don’t exactly have a full medical station here, you know. Worse comes to worse we will have to ship Bevik and Kian back to the Kaminoan medical station to get proper treatment.”

“Think you can stand to wear your helmet a little longer?” Mer’en looks at me. He crosses his arms over his chest.

“Sure, sir.”

“They need water,” Shave wags a finger in my direction and wanders off again. He drags the sheet back over Kit’s face as he walks by. The sight is disturbing me less with each moment. The body is here, but it’s just a body. This place is strange and unfamiliar and it’s all beginning to look just like a bad dream. So that’s all it is for now.

Shave picks up the injector he’s been working on. He flicks his fingers against it. “So either we need to make contact and get off this planet soon, or I will have to finish this. How comes breaching the array?”

Mer’en rubs the back of his helmet. “I put Bevik on it. He has so far threatened to shoot the computer twice and almost shoved a grenade in the main panel. I told Aftermath to work on it.”

“Ah yes, the demolitions expert and the heavy weapons expert. They’ll surely find a way to breach the computer.”

“If by breach you mean—”

“—destroy it, yes that’s what I mean,” Shave walks and stands on the other side of me. I look between them. Kit was our only slicer.

But he’s not the only one who can slice.

“How old is the array?” I ask.

Mer’en turns his head sideways to look at me. “Old? It’s pre-republic. It’s basic tech, though. The only issue is the fact that getting into it requires bypassing the security because no one is alive anymore who would remember the codes.”

“So, you just need to get in a backdoor?”

“What, are you a slicer?”

“No.” I hop off the table. “But I listened to one. And I’ve got the same basic training as the rest of you. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“The array blows up.”

I nod. “And what’re the chances of that happening right now?”

“At least doubled if not quadrupled given who’s down there,” Shave butts in. He looks at Mer’en. “Give the Rookie a crack at it.”

Mer’en shrugs. “Sure. C’mon. I’ll bring him back in one piece.”

“You always say that,” Shave scoffs.

I follow Mer’en out and am taken down to the controls room. We enter amid the anticipated argument.

“If we blow it up, maybe that’ll trigger an alarm!”

“And maybe it won’t!”

“Well what was your plan going to be genius?”

“We only blow up the part that’s keeping us from logging in!”

“Shut it!” Mer’en’s voice takes over the room. I stiffen beside the door and both Aftermath and Bevik look over.

“Sir,” Bevik shoves past Aftermath. “We were just trying to figure out the most key points of getting the system to—”

“Can it,” Aftermath cuts in. “He heard the whole thing.”

“Yes, I did.” Mer’en crosses his arms back over his chest. He gestures with one finger to the array computer. It is old. Older than dirt, not to mention the republic. Kit really is the better person to do this, but he’s not here.

A hand settles on my shoulder. I jump but it’s Mer’en who turned back around and is pointing back at the computer with it’s disassembled panel lying on the dusty floor. “Just try to bypass the security. It’s not a military outpost so if you can get in, we can make contact. Then we’ll get the real techs down here, got it?”

“Yessir.” I jog over to the computer and snatch the tools away from Aftermath, who left them on the chair. He huffs and sits down.

Crawling under the computer I can see it’s just a tangle of wires. I’m fully out of my depth. This isn’t a bomb where I can cut one wire and be done. I study the mess and find a port, but there’s nothing to plug into it. I poke my head out from under the computer.

“Sir?”

“What?” Mer’en walks over.

“Do we have a datapad or small computer?”

“Oh!” Aftermath stands up. “There’s one in the backpack we brought with us. Packed it to monitor air quality.” He vanishes and reappears with the datapad in hand. “Catch!”

I nab the datapad out of the air and set back to work. Plugging it in brings up a much more familiar display. I do know how to crack a basic datapad code so I set it up to unscramble and in a few moments the screen is flashing green. There’s a bit of a spark and I see everyone overhead start moving. Poking my head back out I can see a black and green readout on the array screen. There’s the faintest sound of feedback.

I crawl back out. “Working?”

“You did it,” Aftermath claps his hands. “Nice job!”

Mer’en grabs the comm. “This is base to Republic Ship Harbinger.” Static and then a muffled voice.

“Outpost, this is Harbinger, we read you. Please confirm codes.”

After a brief exchange of codes and some tinkering the connection clears up. I realize there’s monitors all around the room and upon further inspection it’s clear each monitor is set to monitor different sectors of space.

“Sir, don’t you think it’s weird there was only a handful of droids here?” Aftermath wanders around the chair and picks up the panel. He slots it back into place.

“I’d say it means we beat the tinnies,” Bevik says. “but don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of ammo waiting if they make a second attack.”

“I think now that we’ve established contact we should be save to relinquish the base to the ground team,” Mer’en says. “We need to warn them about the air, though.”

Shave wanders in. “Good news,” he leans against the doorway. “There is a neutralizing agent.”

“Bad news?” Mer’en turns.

Shave shakes his head. “All around success, at least so long as I can test it on someone.” He points at Bevik. “You didn’t get half your face burned off. You get to be the test subject.”

“C’mon!” Bevik throws his hands in the air with a sight. “I’m always the test subject.”

Shave doesn’t argue. I walk to the chair and look down at the computer. “Sergeant, do you think we could maybe tune into the Seps comms now and see what they’re up to?”

Mer’en appears over my shoulder. “Not a half bad idea. Do you think you can find the frequency?”

“I can try.” Despite the fact the equipment is old it becomes clear which buttons are for which. These people were straightforward to say the least. Though I don’t recognize the language.

With a bit of whining and static I can make out robotic voices and the familiar commanding tone of a tactical droid. This has to be it.”

“…There is a 90% chance that the ground scouts have been destroyed. We shall prepare a second ground team. Advise caution. Hostile may have secured the area, but they must be eliminated…”

The tinny tone trails off. I look at Mer’en and make sure to press the key to mute any open comms between us.

“So they do know we’re here but they only sent one ground team, why?”

“Maybe the air and the droids don’t agree,” I suggest.

Aftermath paces around. “We should triangulate that transmission and figure out where they are. If we are, can’t the Harbinger shoot them down?”

“Yes,” Mer’en sounds like he’s smiling. “Kian?”

“On it.” I turn back to the dials and plug the datapad back in. It takes only mere minutes. “Coordinates ready,” I say. “They’re hidden on the dark side of the moon.”

“Harbinger, do you copy?” Mer’en toggles back to the main comms.

“We copy.”

“We’ve got a location on a separatist flagship. Dark side of the moon.” He gestures to me. “Sending coordinates now.”

I complete the send.

“Received,” comes the response. “We will rendevouz in ten standard hours for retrieval.”

“Copy that.”

The comms go dead and Mer’en stands back. He looks back. “So, I guess that leaves us with only one problem,” he looks at me and Aftermath.

Aftermath cocks his head, but I get it. I look up.

“How’re they going to get us, if they can’t even land in this atmosphere?”

[downtowns-universe]

OC-tober day 3 & 4

Guardian / Frost

*

The side of the mountain had a door in it, just like the book had said. It was a massive door, hewn out of the rock, and Chris wasn’t sure how on earth they were going to get it open. Perhaps Jack would know.

The steep mountainside was covered in snow and ice, but an overhang protected the door from the weather so the rock around it was still visible. Good, since this meant it was still accessible.

When they approached, a loud rumbling sound made them stop in their tracks. The ground shook and pieces of ice and rock came tumbling down the side of the mountain in front of them. For a second, Chris thought it must be an earthquake, until he noticed movement on either side of the door. Cracks formed in the snow-covered banks, until the snow burst outward, and something appeared from beneath. Something big.

Blocks of ice grinded against each other as two creatures pushed themselves out of their resting places inside alcoves on either side of the door. They seemed to be made entirely out of ice: rough-hewn blocks stacked on top of each other, animated by magic, he presumed. They had a humanoid shape, but no faces. One of them was missing a part of its head, like the ice block it had been made out of had split in half. They were about three times as tall as him and looked like they could pack heavy hits with their hammer-like fists.

Chris instinctively took off his backpack to grab something to fight them with – but let’s be honest, what was he going to do against these giants? They didn’t seem to be very fast, perhaps they could simply evade them? But the door was still closed, and it was going to take some time to figure out how to get it open.

“Any ideas?” he asked Jack, who seemed strangely calm next to him.

His partner sized up his opponents, then nodded.

“I got this.”

Jack took a step toward the giants – who by now had gotten a little too close to Chris’ liking – and thrust his arms forward. A blast of fire burst from his outstretched palms, engulfing their opponents in flames. Chris had to shield his eyes from the heat, and instinctually took another step back. Jack kept the fire blazing for ten seconds or so, and just when Chris started to wonder how long he would be able to keep this up exactly, the flames flickered out.

Immediately, Jack had to duck out of the way to avoid the massive fist being swung in his direction.

“Oh, come on!” he yelled, assessing the damage done after he’d scrambled back onto his feet.

The creatures had been briefly slowed down by the flames, and their chests and arms showed some signs of melting, but the damage wasn’t severe enough to take them out or stop them from coming towards them. The water running off of them simply froze back onto their bodies, forming a network of snaking trails running down.

“That was your plan?” Chris asked, retreating alongside Jack. “You didn’t really think that would do the trick, did you?

“They’re literally made of ice! …I thought they’d melt faster,” he added sheepishly.

“If we want to melt them, we’re going to need a lot more firepower, which we don’t have. I think we’d better come up with something else.”

Jack nodded, visibly irritated at his plan having failed.

“They’re not very fast,” Chris observed.

They didn’t have to put in a lot of effort to keep away from the lumbering creatures: walking at a brisk pace did the trick.

“Perhaps we don’t have to beat them. What about that door? How do you think it opens – and more importantly: how fast?”

“Should be a switch of some kind, that I can activate with magic. And for something that big, I can’t imagine it opens very fast.”

Chris nodded.

“That’s what I was afraid of. One more question: do you think these guys can see?”

“They’re heading right for us, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, but they don’t have faces. Perhaps they’re going off of sound, or vibrations or something.”

“There’s one way to find out,” Jack shrugged, and he vanished. Only a set of footprints in the snow betrayed where he was going.

A moment later, one of the creatures changed its trajectory, veering off slightly to the right, while its companion kept heading for Chris.

“Well, that answers that question,” Jack said, reappearing a bit further away.

He took a short sprint away from the giant, then stood as still as he could manage. When the giant approached, he sent a blast of magic into a nearby tree. The creature slowed, seeming to hesitate.

“Hey! Over here!” Chris yelled, realising what he was doing.

He stomped his feet on the ground and jumped up and down. And, even though he knew it would not do much damage, he fired his gun at it for good measure. The angered giant turned to him now, having completely lost track of Jack.

“Get to the door, I’ll keep them here!” he called to Jack, assuming these monsters couldn’t understand him anyway.

He led them further and further away from their lair, while Jack moved towards it as quietly as he could. This seemed to be going well, until the creatures seemed to start to hesitate. Perhaps he’d moved back far enough that they didn’t consider him a threat anymore, Chris figured. He started moving to the side instead, looping around them to get them to keep chasing him.

He’d led them back and forth three times when he heard a deep rumble coming from within the mountain. The giants froze, and immediately lost all interest in their quarry, returning to the door. Chris sprinted ahead of them to rejoin Jack. Even at their fastest, he could still manage to overtake them and it wasn’t long before he was back at the door.

“Come on, hurry up…” Jack mumbled, looking up at the massive stone door, which was moving ever so slightly.

He put his back to it and started pushing, as if this would make it go faster. Chris did the same, even though he knew it likely didn’t matter. At least it felt like he was doing something.

The giants were getting closer, the ground shaking with every footfall. Chris tried the gap between the door. He could almost squeeze through it – just a little more…

“Move it, you stupid door,” Jack growled.

The lumbering creatures had caught up to them: they weren’t going to make it. The giants towered over them; Chris could feel the cold radiate off of their bodies. He closed his eyes as they raised their icy fists…

A sickening crunching noise sounded, but to his surprise, they remained unharmed. A shimmering barrier surrounded them, taking the brunt of the impacts as the creatures repeatedly hammered their fists against it. Jack’s shield was holding for now, but Chris could tell it cost him a lot of energy to keep it up. After each blow it briefly flickered, before new threads of energy flowed into it, reinforcing its structure. But its glow was getting duller.

Chris pushed himself into the gap once more, squeezing all the air out of his lungs in an attempt to flatten himself. Then, suddenly, he popped through.

“Come on!”

Jack now also went for the gap, while keeping his shield up with the other hand. He was bigger than Chris, and struggled to fit through, so Chris took his arm and started pulling. Just when he was afraid he’d pull it out of the socket, Jack managed to slip through, a split second before the crash of a fist against the door showered them in ice chips.

Catching his breath, Chris cast a quick glance around to inspect the interior, but it was pitch black in here. Jack, with his heightened senses, didn’t seem to have as much trouble and lunged for something on the wall beside them.

Another rumble sounded, and the door began to close again ever so slightly. Jack summoned a flame, and Chris now also noticed the small panel on the wall, similar to the one he’d activated on the outside.

“How are we going to get out?” Chris asked, suppressing a shiver. It was freezing cold in here.

“I don’t know,” Jack confessed, still panting from the exertion. “I suppose we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

He started walking deeper into the cave, then looked back at Chris.

“But I know one thing: we are never doing that again.”