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𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 — n. seishiro + i. rin
what’s better than one football prodigy in your bed? that’s right—two.
"move your lukewarm ass—"
"s'not my fault you couldn't get a bigger bed!"
"if i have to see your foot right in front of my face again, i'll—"
"rin," you pouted. "sei."
the unlikely pair turned to you, teal blue eyes and steel grey ones focused on your flushed face.
you were naked from the waist down, legs spread and ready for the both of them to take you... if only they would just stop bickering for a second.
the story of how you landed in between two of blue lock's most lethal players was a funny one, but you couldn't recount it right this second.
after all, history was the furthest thing from your mind when you were waiting for either of them to just fuck you.
rin, the hot-headed one between him and nagi, tossed a baleful glare at the white-haired man. "can't even finish what you started right—must i always teach you what to do?"
"careful, itoshi," nagi mumbled breezily, though the threat behind his casual tone was clear as day. "i could beat your ass anytime on the field."
"you barely have any talent, you lukewarm—"
your arms around his shoulders stopped rin from his tirade. the only thing in the world that could calm him down was you and your sweet smile which could rival the sun.
"be nice to each other, please," you whispered, and for good measure, placed a kiss on rin's warming cheek. "i really need you both. don't keep me waiting?"
you left an open-ended question for either man to follow through. nagi was the one who didn't hesitate to meet your needs in the middle.
curling his large palm around your ankle, you fought a shiver at how the veins on the back of his hand seemed more pronounced now that he was tensed. he yanked you from rin, and you tumbled back onto the bed, legs falling wide open for him to dive in between them.
his lips were swollen, shaded close to cherry wine when he latched onto your clit again, slowly sucking it and massaging it with his mouth. your head tossed back, and rin's presence was felt by his hand on your throat, turning your face towards him.
your mouth parted open in a silent scream, and rin took the chance to ease his cock down your throat.
the walls of this love hotel which had seen numerous affairs would implode if news of this tryst reached the wrong ears.
news would pour out, and disgust would be splashed across the pages of every tabloid.
it would ruin both your lovers' careers.
but, like an asteroid approaching the burning surface of the sun, a collision of epic proportions was inevitable.
you white-knuckled the sheets, hips writhing like a pit of snakes with nowhere to go. trapped in between two football prodigies, you could only take their merciless thrusting and licking, until the tight ball of heat in your lower belly was threatening to explode.
white light flooded through the cracks of your barely opened lids. rin was speeding up his thrusts, the sensual sounds of wetness and your throat taking him second to nagi's lewd moaning and lapping in between your legs.
you threaded shaky fingers through his frosty silver locks, trying to anchor yourself from flooding away in a sensation of pleasure.
"focus on us," rin's voice tainted by the searing pleasure roiling in those beautiful teal eyes reverberated through your ringing ears in a low growl. "don't tap out now, baby."
something physical and hot curled in your lower belly at rin's term of endearment. the famed stoic striker rarely ever doled out pet names, and something about being called rin's baby—the one to spark his natural instinct to protect—had your heart cartwheeling in your chest.
"mhm, tastes s'good," nagi's slurry groan added a layer of sensation you couldn't keep up with. he nuzzled your pubic bone, a momentary break, only to rub his slick lips over your clit in his rendition of a lazy, sensual kiss.
an electric feeling of darkness slithered down your spine, and you moaned around rin's length.
you were wet everywhere.
drool dripping down your chin. juices staining your thighs. sweat seeping into the sheets.
every second that passed in this blissful suspension of time and space was filled with unbearable pleasure. your hips twitched, stuffed moans trying to creep past the willing obstruction choking your airway.
you tasted rin's musk, the smell of him—soap and salt—springing tears to your eyes.
above you, his fall of dark green hair shaded his flushed cheeks and sweaty forehead. a snarl was etched across his mouth, the shine of his perfect white teeth flashing like a quick camera light in your hazy mind's eye.
flickering your gaze to the man between your thighs, your hips undulated when you noticed nagi removing his pants. the white-haired prodigy had zero patience when he slid his pretty, veiny cock against your folds, testing the waters and your eagerness.
your body responded instantly, lower half angling upwards, legs falling wider to accept his larger frame comfortably.
in between two men who were easily over six foot, it was hard not to be smothered by their bodies—but you adored the suffocation.
you loved the feeling of nagi's bigger body caging you on the bed, while his heavy hips collided with yours in a bruising pace that almost made you spit out rin's girthy length.
"fuck," rin huffed, craning his neck back to loll his head, eternal bliss written on his pretty features. "so good. f-fuck. best mouth..."
he trailed off in a whimper which would've been unnoticeable if seishiro had not stopped fucking into you.
"told ya," the white-haired striker mumbled triumphantly. "told ya to take a chance on us."
you could actually hear rin gritting his teeth.
"just focus on fucking her," he spat, murderous glare fracturing into heated pieces from his faltering expression. it was hard to hold onto anger when you were tonguing his balls.
he slid his gaze to your grinning mouth split open by his fleshy globes and felt a surge of love so strong that if he were standing, rin would've been knocked to his feet.
luckily, he was already on his knees for you.
the one woman who could put him there without a single complaint.
"i wuv you," your cute confession while your mouth was full of him made rin almost tear up. those lukewarm feelings would never see the light of the night—not when nagi was opposite of him, fucking into your pussy like he might never have it in his life again.
rin eyed the frothing, creaming mess in between your thighs born from the other striker's precise, clean strokes.
was there anything that this stupid white-haired bum couldn't do?
rin tamed down his jealous thoughts, reminding himself again that you three were a team. an unlikely one—but still a team nonetheless.
as for the other man, he was completely drunk on the sway of your hips and tits, eyeing the hypnotizing way your throat bulged when it was full of rin only to smooth out and repeat again. and again. and again.
he felt his own balls tighten when you pulled your face off rin's cock, running your hot pink tongue over his taint and balls.
it was like he could feel it gliding across his own skin—
"fuck!"
seishiro fell into a heap on top of you, completely spent. his heavy breaths fanned across your neck and chest, his cum spilling out in milky stains onto the sheets, cock pulsing pathetically in you, like his soft whines which begged for your attention.
luckily, your hands were offloaded from stroking rin's pretty and thick length when the other man's hips stuttered and he gripped the back of your head, holding you in place.
seishiro could tell when the younger itoshi had come—his face would crumple first, like a paper doily that was unable to fight off the force of his body's baser instinct. then, a pinch of pain in between his brows, a heavy sigh and half-lidded drunkenness.
when those teal eyes fluttered wide open again and he stumbled back onto his haunches, you were there to catch rin.
how the hell did you manage to cuddle in bed with two really tall, athletic men—you would never know.
but with nagi's head on your chest, and rin curled into your side, you were floating on a cocktail of hormones and pride at bringing two of blue lock's most talented men right into your bed.
a coasting sensation that was dragged down the corners into reality for a split second like a curtain pulling back when you heard rin mumble: "next time, i'm getting her pussy," loud enough for seishiro to hear.
nagi grunted, not giving the younger man the time of day or space to breathe when he uttered his next words.
"why don't you score a scorpion trap against me first and then we'll talk."
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Day 3: Saving a Lantern
Sex pollen | Jason Todd
Warnings: 18+ content (MDI) Gn. Reader, Sci-fi, action, Dubcon (cause of the pollen), guided masturbation, Pre-relationship, Praise, mild possession kink (He wants you to be his so bad) Boomerang wielding reader, Fucking around with canon: Kyle Rayner, the controllers, and Effigy. You know how you have the main storyline and then there are small sometimes one-issue mini-series based on it? This is kinda written like a one-issue spin-off.
Wc: 8.2k
The explosion that rattles off to your left drops you to your knees. The air of the blasts skids you across the metallic floor, your body collides with the steel wall before you can right yourself—light sparkles above you, a plasma shot to the wall before you. The missed shot leaves a sizzling ring in the metal. That was close, closer than you’d like. You crouch around the corner, drawing your weapon from your belt. Gunfire clicks against the wall, the resounding bangs growing louder as your pursuers advance. You angle your boomerang around the bend and count the guards.
Too many. Your vision blurs with how quickly you observe your surroundings. The visor of your mask pings with potential solutions and you toss the boomerang. It soars through the corridor before impaling itself on the wall just before the guards. You don’t wait around for it to do its job, but the heat of the explosion still manages to lick at your back. You almost pass the hanger you were searching for in your haste, doubling back with a bounce. As expected, the area is empty. Regardless of your certainty, you clear the room.
As you get closer, your silhouette expands against the steel of your getaway capsule. The blinking scarlet lights startle you before the blaring alarm starts up. And you quickly tap the sensor by your ear.
“C’mon.” You tap your foot as static plays in your ears. “C’mon. That should’ve given you enough time.”
The timer on your screen has you reaching for the door latch. You hesitate and flip through a few more channels. “C’mon Jay.”
“Yo!”
‘Thank fuck!’ You feel your shoulders drop from your ears. “Jeez, cutting it close aren’t ya Hood.”
“Handcuffs needed a specific key, Warden had e’m” You hear him grunt. “Where are you?”
“EPR-13.” You shut the door behind you as the spacecraft powered on. The buzz of the engine vibrated the flashing console. You pushed your worry for its reliability out of your mind when your comms picked up Jason’s voice again.
“Turned on my location can you see me?”
“Yeah, according to the prints, all you need to do is take three lefts and a right to EPR-37.”
“No imma double back to the main chamber blow up their-”
“Done, it’s rigged to blow as soon as we’re off the ship.” You only hear the clink of his footsteps before he barks out a laugh.
“Can’t believe you set up explosives without me!” You bite back a grin at his enthusiasm, your fingers flipping over familiar-looking levers on the dash. “Have I told you how grateful I am that you joined Team Outcast?” With how busy the other members have been you’re tempted to tell him that it’s more of ‘The outcast duo’ as of late.
“Only about a thousand times this month.” You press down on the button that connects the pod to the mothership, the metal doors shutter as they expose the spotted ink of deep space.
“Well consider this a thousand and one.” You can tell Jason’s reached his escape pod when you hear the hiss of the opening door. “Talk to you later.”
Your vessel shoots forward just as Vilgaxian guards pile into the hanger. They drop to the ground as you zip past, flames oozing from the exhaust. You peel away from the large ship, catching sight of another beam of red heading for the asteroid belt ahead. From behind you comes a blinding light, and turbulence shakes your vessel as you steer into the massive boulders. You kill the engine knowing not a single guard deployed. You don’t let the knowledge slow your momentum, the Vilgaxians are hardy and resentful. You have no doubt they’ll be on you two as soon as they regroup; if they haven’t sent out an APB already.
Red Hood is outside your pod before you're ready to step out. You triple-check the jet fuel levels on your boots, the tap against the metal door draws your attention and you see him give you a questioning thumbs up. You return the gesture before venturing out into the stars with him. You travel from asteroid to asteroid. Until you finally land on the one that answers back. The camouflage on the ship flickers, when Jason also lands on it.
Once inside you can finally breathe, a grin on your lips when Jason’s fist reaches out towards you. Your gloves meet in a powdery cloud of dust and you're grateful for the full coverage your suit allows. Jason then pulls out a small cylinder tube, pointing to it triumphantly. “And they said we couldn’t do it.” He scoffed.
“That’s cause the controllers obviously have ulterior motives.” You frown. “You really think this will be enough to clear his name?”
“Has to be.” He huffs. “Rayner doesn’t have much of a defense”
“And we can’t get anyone to testify?”
He shakes his head no and pockets the video file. You unlatch your helmet and follow him into the navigation chamber. “Wouldn’t make a difference.”
“What do you mean?”
“Look for yourself.” You turned toward the monitor. On the screen was the broadcast of Kyle’s unfair trial. The lantern's fight with Effigy was currently being presented. The unmistakable green shimmery trail was left behind once Van Wyck was defeated, his unconscious form drifting off.
“..Yeah that doesn’t look good.” You took a seat as Jason made to peel out of the asteroid belt. The Vilgaxian's burning prison ship grew smaller as you reached the outskirts of the galaxy. Usually, you’d take the opportunity to marvel at the celestial bodies but you were reviewing all the facts presented thus far. “But shouldn’t the fact that they tossed him back on earth originally make this whole thing make no sense? Because if they’re viewing him as property then didn’t they discard him first?”
“They’re saying that it was the ‘incubation phase’. To let his new abilities manifest”
“What a load of bullshit!” Jason agreed.
“Yeah, but at this point, it’s a mess of he said she said.” Jason’s palm laid flat over his chest, “But this is actual proof that Kyle wasn’t responsible for Van Wyck’s psychotic break.”
You’re both watching the screen when Batman speaks, unaware of the fleet zoning in on you. “This video only corroborates Green Lantern’s side of the encounter. As stated earlier, he came to confront the beings that took Effigy. And was subsequently met with hostility, during the very fight we’ve just observed you can see that Van Wyck’s faculties aren’t intact-
“Objection! Are you saying that we damaged o-”
You clicked your tongue in annoyance at the buffering screen. “Honestly, this whole thing could be over and done with if we could find the Spectre. It’s not like he killed Effigy.” You huff. “He can put him back together and let him speak 'cause he didn’t even agree to the experimentation in the first place!” At Jason’s silence, you pause your rant. You almost jolt out of your seat when the ship swerves sharply.
“Shit!” Jason’s jaw is tense, he can’t see them behind you. “Long-distance missiles?”
“Probably?” You click your seatbelt into place. “But they couldn’t have regrouped that fast!?”
“Paid off,” he grunts turning the wheel to avoid another blast. You don’t think his assumption is too far off considering how far the controllers are willing to go to get their hands on Kyle. “Gonna jump hold on.”
You squeeze your eyes shut and prepare for the vertigo that always comes after a hyperjump. The engine whirrs in preparation causing electric blue flames to spit out of the exhaust, and you lurch forward. You're zipping through space and about to pick up momentum when something slams into the ship, with the right engine blown the hunk of metal veers off course. You’re not sure which is louder the robotic voice repeating ‘warning’ or your screams as the ship spins out of Red Hood’s control.
“We’re gonna land!” Jason shouts above the noise.
“Where!?” You peel your eyes open when he says ‘There!’ and you’re met with a rapidly approaching sphere. “Slow it down!”
“Trying” He hisses through gritted teeth, miraculously he manages to get the vessel parallel before you break through the planet's atmosphere. He’s got both feet on the brakes as you both speed towards the ground. The planet's vegetation comes into view and for a moment you think you're gonna splatter before you can clear Kyle’s name. The canopy trees get a trim while they try to slow your descent. And it’s just your luck that your seatbelt gives and you go sliding across the floor of the ship.
You find your footing but brace yourself against the emergency latch. You catch your name being shouted before the high-speed winds begin to lash your body. The air roars as you cling to the latch, and to Jason’s horror the hinges give and the door flies off with you.
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It hurt. Your body that is, although now that you think of it hurt is such an insufficient word to use in such a precarious situation. Your knees threatened to buckle with every step, each advance causing you immense agony. Whenever the plants of your heels hit the ground it sends painful shockwaves throughout your body.
Your lungs constricted in excruciating effort to keep themselves with even an ounce of oxygen. Scratchy wheezes escaped your lips as you tried desperately to fill the sacks with air. You could hear your red blood cells crying in agony begging you to stop, praying you’d give them the chance to do their function. But like hell you would. Stopping, even if for a moment would mean certain death.
You were no longer running on adrenaline. You were running with grit, fierce determination, and one set goal. Live. You ran, ducked, and dodged through the dense forestry. But this wasn’t an epic written by Tolkien and the trees weren’t as kind as to part for your escape. It seemed as though they grew closer, probably angry about their haircut as they huddled together to hinder you, mocking you with their falling leaves as you occasionally collided with their rough exterior.
Within a fraction of a second you slipped, the fortunate misfortune graced you with life as you saw feathers burrowing themselves in the wood where you had once been. Thankfully the thickets that slowed you also slowed your pursuers. The dense foliage was however still to their advantage as their laced arrows whizzed through the air. You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you saw a bright light ahead. A light that signifies an open field. ‘Fuck!’
Without a choice, you were forced to continue your sprint up the hill and towards the open space. You knew death was certain if you crossed the threshold of trees. There would be no cover….. Why were you still running if your fate was certain? In the haze of such disheartening thoughts, you faltered and as a result, you heard a dreadful thud. Your shoulder had been hit with such force that it dropped you to your knees. Still, you persisted, crawling up the hill in hopes... In hopes…?
“Agathana!” The shout was clear but you had no knowledge of the Mugoian language and with one final drag you were sent tumbling down the hill into the clearing. You lay upon the purplish grass and looked up into the sky for the last time you assumed. You wondered if Jason survived the crash, the smoke clouds left behind would put him just a couple of miles ahead. You hope he did. But, your eyes could barely remain open as you looked up at the various moons of the planet.
“Unnghh” the groan slipped past your chapped lips as you regained consciousness. Tears blurred your vision as you tried to peel them open. The biggest sun on the planet beamed brightly assaulting your vision with its warm rays. A breathless gasp left your body and with heavy limbs, you turned to your side. Laying on your back wasn’t such a great idea. You tugged on the broken arrow that had pierced your shoulder. Luckily it had snapped when you had laid to ‘rest’ and hadn’t burrowed deeper, but it wouldn’t budge. With great effort, you sat up and pressed your fingers into the front of your chest plate just above your collarbones. The audible click was met with a release of pressure as the armor split and fell off your torso.
The arrow had pierced through your armor, however, the metallic-looking tip had barely scraped your shoulder regardless you knew it was responsible for your grogginess. Your brows furrowed as you observed your surroundings…
“What the” You winced, it felt as if someone was repeatedly poking your brain with a stick. You grit your teeth clutching your head to your knees waiting for the pain to subside. When the thumping became slightly bearable you began to reassess your situation. You felt your heart leap when you noticed the Mugoi just behind the tree line. You reached for your holster and grasped at air.
“Fuck.” You sighed dejectedly. You must’ve lost it during the fall. You gazed at the lanky creatures warily, wondering why they hadn’t come down and killed you yet. Pale long fingers beckoned you closer. You scoffed and promptly flipped the tall alien motioning you to the treeline off. You had figured that something was holding them back. Hell, they weren’t even shooting at you…
This did not bring you comfort. Your intent wasn’t death and you sure as hell didn’t want them to be picking their razorlike teeth with your fibula, but their hesitance was… Concerning, to say the least. Somewhere in this new territory, or on this field was something even the Mugoi were wary of. It wasn’t surprising. You recognized the planet, Jutangai, and it was bursting at the seams with undocumented danger.
However, as far as your eyes could see nothing was alarming. The suns were just as warm as they’d been when you passed out and the purple grass swayed gently in the wind, the blades soft under your fingers. Everything seemed relatively normal, you even brushed off this planet's version of ticks off your legs… ‘So then why are they so scared…?’
You had laid there for what seemed like hours before you got to your feet. This alerted the Mugoi and they chattered amongst themselves. You paid them no heed even as they began to hiss and try to call out to you in their ungodly screeches. It was then that you noticed how there was no sound save for their collective yips. The air around you seemed to grow stagnant.
An inexplicable chill shuffling up your spine. You moved but a step when even the voices of the Mugoi were silenced. You could hear the pounding of your heart but you couldn’t explain the fear that had begun to grasp at you. You took a shaky inhale and looked ahead, the field ended and from there, the forest continued. It was then that you noticed that something was very very wrong… The grass in the forest was green...
The ground beneath you rumbled, you swayed with the movement but remained standing. Odd protrusions poked up from the purple blades. They rose and fell slowly. Whatever was underneath the patch of earth had sensed your movement. The creatures weren’t near you but it was a long run to the tree line ahead. And even then you had no way of knowing if there were more Mugoi’s waiting for you on that side.
You exhaled in relief as the ground flattened once more. You turned your head gazing into a couple of curious black eyes. ‘Great an audience’ you thought. You had no idea how quick the things underground were, your legs were sore and the path ahead was uncertain…
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You buried your teeth into your bottom lip as you bent your knees to pick up your chest and back plate. You risked another move. This time you put your dominant leg behind you as you shifted toward the Mugoi’s. The ground bubbled once more and you inhaled sharply drawing your arm back.
You threw the heavy piece like a frisbee and watched with bated breath as it soared through the air and landed close to the edge of the forest near the lanky beings. As soon as the metal bounced off the earth something broke through the ground…. It scared the shit out of you. And apparently, it spooked the Mugoi and they scampered away. The thing had around twelve very thick, very sharp legs.
A hard shell seemed to cover its body but you could make out various milky eyes. To your relief, it couldn’t see but its legs pierced your armor with ease, its mandible chewing through the metal like paper. To your horror, more erupted from the earth. Some smaller, some... Bigger. While the creatures congregated around the protective piece you yelled at yourself mentally. ‘Run, Go! Now, Run!’ You hesitated, and rethought your plan, even if you threw the piece they could be on you in seconds.
‘Think, Think, Think!’ You looked at your lower half. You knew what you were going to do. Hell, it was going to leave your flesh very vulnerable but you needed to somehow divert their attention long enough for you to reach the other side. There were so many that you knew some might follow you exclusively but it was a heck of a lot better than all of them on your tail.
Once they were off you felt lighter and you were ready. You turned quickly and sprinted towards the treeline. You heard them take off after you and dropped a piece. You could hear it getting torn to shreds and tossed the other two pieces laterally. You didn’t dare to look at anything but the trees in front of you. Your heart was in your throat as you ran and you could feel the unnatural warmth of the creatures right at your heels. You felt one get close to nipping your skin and you pushed yourself to run faster.
‘C’mon (Name)! C’mon! We’re almost there!’ Your eyes were wide with panic ‘Don’t fucking trip! Don’t trip!’ Tears rimmed your bottom lid as you heard one of the creatures growl very very close. Just as you burst into the tree line you turned around bringing your arms out in front of you. The ghastly being pulled its grotesque head out of its shell elongating its neck to snap at your arms with its foaming mandible.
Your body crashed to the ground as the creature closed its teeth around your arm guards. You felt it give way and quickly brought up your feet. You kicked at it frantically screeching along with it as it pierced your flesh with its strong jaw. With a final kick, it was finally off of you. It wailed as its body touched the green grass of the forest. The thing quickly crawled back into the purple field while hissing at you menacingly.
Your chest rose and fell hazardously as you tried to regain your breath. Your entire body trembled. You could feel the wet tears slipping down your neck onto the floor as you curled up and hugged your body into yourself. You lay there listening as the creatures creaked and croaked back into the earth. You allowed yourself time to calm down but every so often you shook and no matter how tightly you hugged yourself the shaking did not end. ‘Probably the poison? Was it even poison?’
The smallest sun had taken its place in the center of the sky and in the dimmer light of it, you allowed yourself to weep...
“Jason.” You mumbled deliriously. Your body felt clammy, your skin burning but your body shivering. You felt as if you had a mouthful of cotton and your nose had decided to close port leaving you gasping pitifully through your mouth for air.
“Jay don’t go” you whimpered. Your legs shook as you stood on them and your world rocked sideways while you grasped onto trees to search for him. But no matter how much you stumbled you couldn’t reach his voice. You could hear him loud and clear. He was calling for you. In your delusion, you continued your struggle.
You traversed through snaggly thorns and tripped on veiny floors till your legs gave out. “Stupid limbs.” You groaned “He’s just up ahead….?” Your vision swam as what felt like lava traveled through your veins. You brought your hand up to your forehead, the heat of your forehead brought you out of your delirium. It was then that you noticed a secondary pulse in your being.
A whine passed through your clenched jaw as you tried to pry off your arm guards. However, you gave up on the task as your inflamed forearm pulsed. You were alarmed at how fast you had acquired an infection. “Guess that’s why the Mugoi stay away from e’m” You slurred while reaching into your pant pocket. To your immense relief, your hidden pack was undamaged. You wasted no time in pulling open the box and preparing the syringe.
“I can’t believe I hallucinated Jason calling.” You mumbled feeling relief flood your system as the drug healed your body. “Alien medicine you are amazing.”
You let yourself relax for a moment, you had no idea how long you’d been sick. It could have been a couple of hours or days. Standing to your feet once more you shook off the lingering nausea and figured that you should press on. ‘I need to find water.’ A terrifying growl made you grimace ‘And food…. And Jason’
You glared at the beams of light shuffling through the canopies as you trekked to where you hoped you’d find water. You hated planets like this, too many moons too many suns, and no way to tell how much time had passed. Fortunately, due to the medicine, the dull ache in your legs had subsided, although your arm still throbbed but nothing unmanageable. You rushed ahead when you heard rushing water.
You jumped straight into the clear river, your lower extremities were soaked and they only sogged up further when your knees hit the squishy ground. You didn’t hesitate and dripped your hands into the water to drink. You didn’t worry about the contaminants of the water as the super drug was still in your system ready to wipe out anything potentially harmful. Once you had your fill you looked around. So far there was no immediate danger….
There was a mountain straight ahead, the vantage point would probably help you locate your teammate. A rustle in the bushes had your shoulder hiking up to your ears. Before you could ready yourself for an attack a large figure burst from the treeline. You fell backwards into the water clutching the wet fabric of Jason’s shirt tight. “Oh thank fuck.” He breathed “I thought you… god, I thought you had” He trailed off, but the slight tremor you felt underneath your fingers betrayed his thoughts and fears.
“No.” You replied wetly. “But it sure was close.” His following laugh was ugly, and he kept you close when you both stood.
“I’ll bet.” He muttered. “Second night here I was taken by a bird with six wings. And I was almost eaten at least five times yesterday.” He scoffed.
“Well, they know a snack when they see one.” You joked. At your jest, you could see the tension melt from his shoulders.
“Haha.” He took a moment to look you over and you followed suit. Aside from a couple of scrapes, he looked fine. “What happened to your arm?”
“Blind, twelve-legged spiders from hell.” He blinked at you slowly, then flicked his eyes around searching. “It’s fine they can’t leave the purple grass.”
“...Right.” He coughed. “Looks infected, we should head back to the ship.” To your relief, it wasn’t much further and it wasn’t long before you were sat in a cot Jason hovering over your arm in concern.
“I took some antibiotics, so the swelling should go down soon.” He nods and continues to clean your wounds. He’s wrapping your arm when you ask. “How long have we been here?”
“Three days.” That explained your headache. “Comms?” He shakes his head.
“Still down. Haven’t finished the repairs but I’ve been switching channels on the monster.” Of course, the monster survived. The ‘monster’ is the biggest blockiest transmitter you’ve ever seen. Old as balls but probably the most reliable equipment in the Outlaw’s possession.
“And the trail?” Jason doesn’t hide his grimace, but his hand comes down on your head gently. “Don’t worry about that, get some sleep.” You want to ask, ask if Kyle’s now going to take Effigy’s place as the controller's pawn but he’s helping you lay down, and as soon as your head hits the pillow you're out.
You wake to the sound of sizzling metal. Your limbs pop when you stretch and as your arms are above you, you notice that the swelling on your arms has gone down. There’s a bottle of water on the table in front of you, next to that is a roasted fish. Your stomach growls and you take care of that before getting cleaned up. Finally feeling like yourself you make it to the control room. You see Jason fusing a panel.
“Morning!” You chirp.
“G’morning.” He grumbles, sliding out from beneath the console. “Feel better?”
“Mm. Thanks for the food.” You catch his smile before he has time to turn away. He grunts in reply and you almost mention how Bruce like that is. But you're quickly distracted by the sheet dangling where the door should be.
“Fuck.” You groan.
“Hn?”
“The door.”
“Where is the door?” He asks.
“Oh don’t get me started.” You groan. He motions for you to continue, picking up the torch to continue working while you speak. “I wasn’t lucky to know where we were when we landed but landing in the middle of a Mugoi village was a dead giveaway”
You put your hands to work, helping with the repairs while telling him about the fun chase through the woods. “It did cushion my fall but to be fair to them, Their very important-looking structure was kinda destroyed by the door.”
“We’re gonna have to fight them to get it back aren’t we?” He sighed.
“Probably… Maybe…”
“Great.”
While you both were making steady progress with the repairs, now that you knew the other was safe you were both more concerned with getting information. And, since a break was in order the two of you took the time to climb up the mountain. You avoided the steeper side of the peak, where you saw the six-winged bird Jason mentioned. “Wouldn’t the rocks interfere with the connection?”
Jason paused his hike to look back at you. “Usually but we’re running out of options.” He kept fiddling with the knobs as you climbed higher until miraculously a voice came through.
“Batman to the Outlaws come in.”
“B!” Jason exclaimed.
“It’s been days Batman… Maybe it’s time to give it up, they’re deciding today. We should be brainstorming not-” Whoever spoke was promptly ignored. “Batman to the Outlaws come in.”
Jason adjusted the channel “Outlaws to Batman” He grinned.
“Red hood.” You hadn’t known Bruce out of the cowl for long but anyone could hear the relief in his tone.
“Hey.”
“Report.” Somehow you knew Batman knew that Jason’s eyes were rolling.
“We’re fine no need to ask.” he scoffed. “We’re grounded but we’ve got the evidence. Days before Kyle’s fight with Van Wyck, Effigy was spotted attacking the Vilgaxian’s prison ship. Soon after the controllers pick him up. Possibility of an exchange between them, as soon as we left their ship we were surrounded. Long-range missiles not typical for Vilgaxians.”
“Hm.”
You share a look with Jason but before you could question him, he was crowding you up against the side of the mountain and into a shallow crevice. “They’ve picked up our transmission.” You peek from around his broad shoulders, three ships have entered the planet's atmosphere and begin to scan the terrain. Rocks come into view when he presses you further into the space, your back meeting the cool surface of the mountainside. The radio is silent for a moment but you don’t comment on it too busy moaning in disgust.
You had placed your hand on the stone to support yourself but your palm had sunk into something squishy. The cool rubbery substance oozes between your fingers but you keep still until you hear Batman's voice.
“We’ve got another piece of evidence to declare. I’ve just received a video from one of our colleagues.” “Let us see it” “Not until it’s been properly analyzed we’d like to verify the authenticity of it first. Now if you’ll excuse me”
“He’s good.” You muse. Jason scoffs but doesn’t deny your claims.
“B They’re pulling back” You watch as they zip back into space and out of sight.
“Good. As soon as you're up and running I want that file uploaded. In the meantime, we’ll look for a paper trail. We'll send backup for you two just in case. This is exactly what we needed thanks, chum.”
And he clicked off.
“Well… That’s that I guess.” You hum. You duck your head to hide your grin at Jason's reddening ears. He grumbles to himself his eyes widening when he notes how he's crowding you in. When he pulls away you're reminded of the icky goo, you curl your lip as you shake the slime-like substance off. “Yuck” you wipe it against the rock. “Eww, that’s nasty what is it?”
“Not sure.” He replies. “I came across it yesterday, tingled a bit till I washed it off.” You shrug and follow his lead, rinsing off your hand in the river and thinking nothing of it. Jason goes to spear some more fish while you work on getting the system running to send the clip. When he returns you switch. It doesn’t take long to fix what you need but it does take about an hour for the file to send.
You get an incoming call while Jason’s working on the ship’s exterior. Kori’s vibrant green eyes are the first thing you see when you accept the call. “(Name)!”
“Kori Hi!” You swirl your head toward the doorless entrance to call Jason in. “Jay!” He comes rushing in as soon as you call him, seafoam green eyes scanning the area for any immediate threat till he sees Kori and Bizarro on the screen.
“Oh.”
“What not happy to see us?” You can hear Roy’s laugh in the background. “Art how long till we reach Jutangai?”
“Two days? You two can hold out that long right?”
“Of course.” You grin. “I can do two more days of fish you?” Jason snorts.
“This whole lantern thing is crazy.” Roy sighs.
“Tell me about it.” Jason frowns. “(Name) and I think they want him because he can host Ion.”
“Whose Ion?” Artemis asks.
“Long story,” Kori interjects.
“We do have time.” You’re sharing goodbyes with Bizarro when Kori begins to tell Artemis of the cosmic entity. You slump back into your chair when the call ends.
“I’m beat.”
“We’ve already done our part, we can take a break.” So you do, you spend it chatting about what Jay was doing during the time you two were apart. He’s telling you about a giant mantis he fought but he pauses his tale when you yawn. “Boring you?”
“Nu-uh.” You yawn again. “Just tired. I wanted to take a shower before bed but with how cold that water is”
“I got the water heater fixed last night.” You jump to your feet eager for a hot shower. “We’ll put a pin in this, I wanna know how you got away.” You don’t see how his eyes follow you when you leave the room.
You stay under the spray for far longer than you anticipated, you were relaxed and the hot water paired with the water pressure has you practically melting. By the time you come out, Jason’s gone from the control room, you don’t see him in the small kitchen, the bedrooms, or storage. Out of concern, you can’t fall asleep, you sit on your cot Jay’s book in hand as you debate on going out and looking for him. ‘What if he’s hurt? Maybe the bird came back?’ You are about to spring to your feet to find the man when he comes through the door.
His face is flushed, sweat causing his shirt to cling to his muscles. You’re only mildly ashamed for ogling, but worry overrides the feeling. He steps towards you, his body heat radiating off him in waves. You are about to question him when his fingers pinch a wet strand of your hair. “Y...You okay?”
“Yeah, Just needed some air.” His voice is rough. “G’night.”
“Good night?” You don’t press him but you do fall asleep bewildered.
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He’s good as new the next morning, He’s working on the jagged scrapes along the hull of the ship. You want to ask, but you're not sure how to. You mull over how you’d approach him while you test the repairs. You’re prodding at a couple of cables when you start feeling angsty. You are not sure why but heat begins to pool in your lower belly. And your skin itches to be free from the confines of your clothes. You rest your hot cheek against the metal of the ship walls but it’s stuffy in the ship.
You press your thighs together feeling your core pulse. ‘Maybe a dip in the river will cool me off’ You muse. You push past the fabric ‘door’ and Jason quirks a brow at your rushed out. “Need some air!” You throw a “Going to the river for a swim.” to let him know where you’d be. He doesn’t pay much mind to it, only telling you to stay safe while he gets back to work. The main sun moves a couple of inches across the sky and he figures he should join you, and cool off a bit.
On his trek to the river, he thinks back to last night. The odd fire that filled his loins. He’s had thoughts about you before but the way in which he was consumed the previous night didn’t seem quite normal. Maybe foreign subs-
“Hnngh” He paused at the sound. He was close enough to see the river, your head peeking out from behind a rock. When you whimpered again he heard his boots hitting the earth. He was next to you in seconds, eyes roving over your form to find out where you were hurt.
“Are you” The words died in his throat. “..Okay.” He quickly averted his eyes, but the image of you with your hands between your thighs was already burned into his retinas. While a million thoughts raced through his head most of them along the lines of you being as attractive nude as he’d imagined. The one that rang out the clearest was ‘Last night.’ The same thing had happened to him. He cleared his throat remembering how long it took for him to finish. Your broken moans pulled him from his analysis.
“J-Jason.” You whined pitifully, it felt wrong, the way his stomach swooped at your tone.
“Y-Yeah?”
“I can’t” You whimpered, he chanced a look at your face and his heart sank. Your brows were pinched, your lips wobbling as tears cascaded down your cheeks.
“Can’t what sweet thing.” He frowned and reached out to wipe your tears pausing when he thought of the possibility of recontamination. ‘The thing on the mountain?’
“Cum.” The air was knocked out of him.
“J-just keep doing what you’re doing b-” He paused before he could call you baby. You weren’t his no matter how he felt. “Just keep going I’ll.. I’ll be at the ship sorry.”
He was about to get up from his knees when you wailed “No please stay! Help me.” He couldn’t.
“I can’t your not, We’re not.” He blew out a long line of air. “You are under the influence of some type of aphrodisiac, you should be fine if you cum a couple of times.” He felt the tips of his ears burn at his words.
“M’ not asking for you to touch me.” You gasped, the wet sounds of you playing stimulating yourself were getting harder to ignore. But your words caught his attention. He was caught between being hurt and confused. How’d you want him to help you?
“Jay please.” Your voice was going to haunt his dreams. “Help me!”
“H-how?!” He breathed, his eyes not moving any further than your chin.
“I can’t get off without…”
“Without?”
“..Asmr.” You mumbled.
“Asmr?” he parrots. “What do you-
“Ugh! Just talk me through it!” His cheeks bloom a cherry red at your ask.
“O-okay Um, shit.” He holds his breath for a couple of seconds to settle himself. “Okay. I want you to keep doing what you’re doing, mm yeah just like that but not so fast. Go slower for me sweetheart.” He bit his lip at your shaky okay.
“You like that?” It’d be easier if he could see but once your head was clear he wasn’t sure you’d appreciate that.
“Yeah, Jay feels good~”
“Yeah?” “Mhm” “Wanna be good for me?” At your teary yes! He asks you to go faster and press a bit harder.
“God you’re so sweet, you just do what you’re told huh?”
“Yes! Only for you! Ah! Jason~” He knows you’re just saying that. But if he only knew how much you wanted him to.
“For me? Then cum for me. You can do that, right? Cum all over your fingers for me.” You do just that your sex dripping from your release but the fire in your veins is still scorching.
“M-more Jay need you to Mmm fuck! Tell me you wanna fuck me!” Oh, he does. He really does want to. And while he knows he shouldn’t his calloused palm cups your cheek tenderly, his thumb pressing your chin up so that your hazy eyes can look into his. He doesn’t look away from your face, watching your lashes flutter with each word.
“Of course, I wanna fuck you baby. I’d make sure my baby feels real good. I’d kiss these perfect lips” He dares to brush the rough pad of his thumb on your lower lip. “Till you’re dizzy.” He whispers.
“Gasping for me and gripping my hair as I lick down your pretty neck.” You mewl eyes shutting as he paints you a picture. “You’ll be so sweet for me right?”
“Yeah promise”
“Promise?” His deep voice grumbles the words and you rut into your hands with a repeat of the word. “Hmm, then you’d have to stay real still for me as I explore that gorgeous body. I wanna lick you everywhere, gonna kiss and tease you till you squirm.”
“Please!”
“Don’t gotta beg sweet thing, I’ll give you everything, my fingers, my mouth my tongue my cock all yours. Just tell me how you want it.”
“I’d want you inside.” You gasp.
“Then I’d have to go down slow, get you nice and wet with my tongue, stretch out that pretty little hole so you can take me. Do you want it nice? Slow and deep, or do you want me to stir up that sloppy hole hard and fast?”
“Shit! Jay!” You see him through tears, the pressure in you winding tight with each word. “Yes!”
“Which one?”
“B-both! Wanna be yours.” Your breath hitches and one of your hands leaves your body to grip his forearm. Your nails bite into his skin when you cum again. Jason lets out a shaky breath when your mouth drops open in a soundless moan. He hasn’t looked down at you once, but your face and voice are doing it for him. He doesn’t touch himself, he painfully hard but he’ll let it go down. He thinks you’re good now and you feel his grip on your face loosen.
“O-one more, s-still feels hot.” And while yes, your body is still heated it’s not so much due to the aphrodisiac. He can feel your breathy pants against his fingers and he wets his lips willing himself to stare into your glassy eyes. He can do this, watch you fall apart one more time for him. ‘Just one more’ His dick was so stiff that it was becoming uncomfortable.
“Wanna be mine huh? You want me to put my thick throbbing cock into your tight little hole? Gonna let me cum inside? Make you mine from the inside out?” You hissed out a string of yeses. No doubt raw from the overstimulation. “Mmm yeah fuck need you to milk my cock with your perfect hole, gonna make you all sloppy and loose and have you thank me for it, show you how much I lo- want you, get you all drunk off my cock” He feels your hand speed up and he continues “You won’t want anyone else right?”
“No! Just wan’ you.”
“Just me?” You nod “Gonna be all mine.”
“Yeah, all yours!” Your voice cracks a tiny bit and your cum for the third time with his name on your lips, your body slumping over the cool rock as you catch your breath. Jason’s still cradling your face, his eyes glued to your shiny lips. He doesn’t know when he leans in, you don’t know when it happens either. But his rough lips press against your softly, the lightest of pressures but it leaves you more breathless than his filthy words had. Your eyes snap open when you feel him pull back, his pretty seafoam eyes are wide, his lips parted. He wrenched back looking vaguely horrified as if your lips burned him.
He doesn’t turn around when you call his name. He’s avoiding you. Or are you avoiding him? You sort of feel like you may have taken advantage of him. That last one you didn’t really need it maybe you’d pushed to far? Or maybe he knows you like him and he’s pulling away? What if he only sees you as a friend?! What if this changes things? What if he kicks you off the team? The what-ifs follow you into fitful sleep. Unbeknownst to you the what-ifs plague Jason throughout the night.
He’s devastated, because how could he take advantage of you like that? He has no right to kiss you. You were under the influence, you were saying whatever. What if he ruined things and you want to leave the team? What if you never wanted to speak with him again? And while he likes the rest of the team he’s not complaining about it being the two of you most of the time. But after today will you even feel comfortable being with him alone? Was he too obvious? Did you know?
You both looked wretched in the morning. Lack of sleep was apparent as you wished each other a stilted good morning. He worked silently on the hull while you finished up inside. The nerves were killing you and the incoming call did nothing but grate them.
“H-Hi Biz.” Bizzaro furrowed his brows at your expression. “Couldn’t sleep.” You lied, it didn’t look like he believed you. “What’s up?”
“Bad news! We’re a minute closer!” He beams.
“Oh, That’s great!”
“Don’t tell red him.” He waves at you before cutting off the call. You steel yourself and walk outside. Jason almost drops his tools when you come to stand behind him. He readies himself, determined to hear you out.
“Bizzaro says they’re an hour away.” ‘Oh.’ He wonders if that’s what you want. To pretend it didn’t happen. But you don’t leave and before he can turn around and tell you he won’t mention it your apologizing to him? “I… I’m sorry.”
“What?” This time he does drop his torch. “Wait? Why are you sorry I should be the one apologizing?”
“The thing wore off after the second orgasm- Huh? For what?” You ask.
“What do you mean for what?” He frowns. “Kissing you. Huh?!”
You both gawk at each other for a moment before one of you snorts and the other laughs.
“I like you,” Jason confesses.
“I like you too.” You smile. You’re both smiling at each other until you hear the six-winged bird screech in the distance. “We um.. We should probably get back to work?”
“Yeah.” He watches as you quickly shuffle over and is stunned when you press a kiss to his cheek before you can skirt behind the curtain door into the ship he catches your hand. His gaze flickers down to your lips and you don’t need any further invitation. Sure you’d probably have to have a proper conversation about whatever this was but for now his lips against yours were enough.
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The rest of the Outlaws touch down an hour later, the first one off the ship is Roy who throws his arms over both of your shoulders “I guess we have two things to celebrate!”
“How could you possibly know?” Jason asks.
“I didn’t” He grins. “You just confirmed it.”
Kori flies out of the ship and squeezes the three of you into a hug. You hear the breath get knocked out of Roy when Bizzaro joins and you all wait for Artemis to reluctantly join. “Group hug!”
It isn’t long before you are all sitting around a fire and Artemis is telling you about how the Guardians of the Universe opened an investigation on the Vilgaxians. “Turns out they really just wanted him so that they could trap Ion”
“So how’d the infiltration go?” Kori asks Jason. He’s telling the redhead trio about your quick mission while you chat and chug beers with Bizzaro.
“Not been long” He huffs.
“Yeah, it has.” You sigh, you're pleasantly buzzed watching as the campfire light reflects off the faces of your friends. While you like being a duo with Jason there's just something about having the whole gang present. You grabbing another drink when Roy spots your arm.
“What did that?”
“A blind, twelve-legged spider from hell.”
“Oh, this I have to hear.” When you finish, Kori snaps her fingers “It’s a Kn’vg!” You all butcher the pronunciation when Roy claims it’s his turn to tell a story about a close encounter with death! While Roy yaps Jason's hand reaches yours tentatively and you curl your fingers around his. You’re glad that although everyone sees how you're now leaning into each other no one says anything about you two. You know they’ll ask but not right now, not when this thing between you is still so new. Your friends continue to chat into the night that is until Artemis snorts at Roy’s tale. “No way that happened.” Jason tucks you under his arm as the shit show begins.
“It did” he frowns.
“Is this one of those and everyone clapped moments?” Kori asked.
“Sounds real.” Bizarro huffed his arms crossed over his chest.
“It is.” Before Roy can properly defend himself Jason tosses out a “Bullshit!”
“What?! You mother fucker! You were there?!”
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The next morning you catch Jason's eyes and look away. His smile is shy when he says good morning, you're wrapping your arms around him to pull him into a hug when you hear someone ask.
“Hey, where's the door?”
“I drew a map!” You exclaim, you all group around it. “Here is the purple field and there’s the Mugoi village, the door should be right in the center.”
“Biz can not fly and get it.” He shrugs.
“No I can get it, I want to see the Kn’vg creatures.”
“We can all go,” Kori suggests. Roy straps on his trick arrows before taking the map and heading off in the direction of the lavender field.
“The first one to it wins!”
“Hell yeah!” Jason takes off after him after latching on his hood. Kori and Bizzaro speed off and Artemis has already caught up to both Roy and Jason promptly tripping them as she passes. You shake your head at your team but strap on your boomerangs all the same.
“Wait for me!”
You'd have to talk with Jason later, have a real serious conversation about this, you know the two of you. But right now, you needed to get to that door before your maybe-boyfriend and friends.
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Impromptu Research
MINORS DNI
After a day of fieldwork, you and your research partner and boyfriend, Ford Pines, are heading home through the forest when you encounter a creature. Ford proposes you help him in some improvised research.
warnings: monsterfucking, cucking, oral, masturbation, p in v, biting, creampie
so i got just a tiny bit creative on this one. i wanted a werewolf without the human part so i took inspiration from cynocephali. they’re technically humans with dog heads, but i altered them a bit to have a full coat of fur and a tail. essentially a werewolf, but different lol.
You and Ford made your way through the dark forest, a cold autumn wind blew through the trees. You two had been out collecting data from a small meteor impact, your bags full of both soil and meteorite samples.
You were Ford’s research assistant, nearly four decades younger than him, but more than that you were also his romantic partner. Sure, the age difference lent itself to its share of issues. Strangers asked if he was your father more times than you could count and he didn’t quite understand your generation’s humor, but you two made it work.
As you continued your trek home, Ford was in the middle of excitedly infodumping about meteors and asteroids.
“-and some meteorites have been found with the evidence of life! Water, hydrocarbons, and amino acids! There’s even a theory, though not widely accepted, that life on Earth originated from asteroids! Imagine if we-“
He went silent, hearing the sound of heavy panting behind him. You both turned to see an intimidatingly huge creature with the head of a wolf and a thick coat of fur as dark as midnight covering his entire body. His gaze was fixed on you, eyes glowing in the beam of your flashlight. His scarlet, knotted cock twitched, almost as if at the sight of you. Everything about this creature screamed werewolf.
“Y/n, stay close to me.” He whispered.
The creature approached you, coming in incredibly close and licking your neck with his long, wet tongue.
“Oh thank goodness! I thought we had a werewolf on our hands, but it appears what we have here is a cynoceph.” Ford sighed in relief.
“A what?” You asked.
“A cynoceph, they’re much more common to run into than a werewolf as they tend to live close by humans. They’re actually called cynocephali, but I just call them cynocephs to shorten things.”
“He looks like a werewolf to me. How can you tell the difference?” You whispered anxiously, his calm voice did little to alleviate your fear.
“Yes they can be hard to distinguish, but unlike werewolves, cynocephs lack a human form. They’re nonverbal as they do not possess human vocal cords, yet they perfectly understand speech and communicate through nods and gestures, they can even be fluent in sign if taught, they’re very intelligent on a level equal to us, and incredibly docile, but most interesting of all they-“
The cynoceph pressed his knotted cock against you.
“have an insatiable lust for humans. From the looks of it, this one has chosen you as his mate.”
You blushed, desire pooling between your thighs.
Ford chuckled. “You know, I think we have a rare opportunity here. I’ve always wanted to see how they mate with a human. If you’re willing, we could do a little impromptu research.”
He turned to the cynoceph.
“My friend, would you be interested in participating in this study?”
The wolfish creature nodded enthusiastically and Ford returned his attention to you.
“How about you, my dear?”
“I want to, but don’t know, look at the size of his cock.”
The cynoceph gave a pitiful whine, and looked at you with puppy-dog eyes.
“Come on, look at him. Don’t you want to know what it’s like to be stretched out, to be impossibly filled with cock? You’re the self-labeled ‘monsterfucker’ after all. Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? Just imagine what being knotted would feel like.” Ford coaxed.
He was right. You had an affinity for creatures most people would consider monsters. And of all the creatures you’ve read about or studied in person, werewolves always appealed to you the most, but they were rare and incredibly dangerous. A cynoceph would more than satisfy your fantasies and… there was no way you could resist that face.
“I’ll do it.”
The cynoceph wagged his tail.
“Good girl, now strip for him.”
You followed his instructions, the cynoceph watched you hungrily. You pulled off your top, unhooking your bra and sliding the straps off of your arms. You unbuttoned your jeans and slipped them down your legs and hooking your thumbs in your panties, letting them fall onto the pile of your discarded clothes. The cynoceph’s cock throbbed.
“Now get on all fours and present yourself to him.” Ford instructed.
You did as he said, getting on your hands and knees on the leaf littered ground. You expected to be rammed with cock, but instead felt his muzzle against your pussy, tongue lapping at your clit.
Ford chuckled. “Such a gentleman.”
“G- good boy.” You whimpered.
The cynoceph wagged his tail at your praise. Ford unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it.
“I’m aware that touching oneself while conducting research is a bit unorthodox, but I just can’t resist. Good god, watching you being pleasured by a creature like this is so arousing.”
Your moans echoed loudly through the forest. The cynoceph licked at you greedily. You felt your orgasm build, you pressed yourself against his tongue.
“Oh god, I- I’m gonna- hnnn.” You moaned.
“That’s it, cum on his tongue.”
You cried out as you felt a pressure within you explode, cumming against the cynoceph’s maw. He unfurled his tongue inside you, immediately eliciting a second orgasm.
“Ohhhhh jesus, he’s so good at this, fuuuuuuuck.” You panted.
The cynoceph removed his tongue. He angled his thick, maroon cock at your entrance and shoved himself inside, stopping at his knot. You moaned at the feeling of being torn in half.
“H- how come he didn’t knot me?” You whimpered.
“If he knots you now he’ll be stuck and won’t be able to fuck you, he’s saving that for when he breeds you.” Ford stated.
The cynoceph pumped you hard and fast, his hands gripping your hips, claws digging into your soft flesh.
“How does it feel?” Ford cooed, stroking his cock.
“Incredible.”
“That’s my girl. You’re taking him so well.”
“How about you, my good sir, do you find my partner as pleasurable as I do?”
The cynoceph nodded fervently, huffing and panting, his tongue hanging from his maw, saliva dripped onto your back. You moved yourself back on him and he whined in approval.
“Good girl, work yourself on his cock, make him feel good.”
The cynoceph worked you at a steady rhythm, you matched his pace against him.
“B- bite me, please.” You begged.
He leaned over and bit down on your shoulder, hard enough to leave bruise, but not enough to break the skin. You whimpered, tightening around him.
Ford increased the speed of his hand on his cock.
“Dear god, you look so perfect like this, taking his cock like a good girl.”
The cynoceph gritted his teeth and began to move himself at a blindingly fast pace, a strong indicator that the was close.
“Are you ready for him to knot you? He might just impregnate you with his pups. Do you want that, sweetheart?” Ford cooed.
“Uh- uh huh.” You whimpered.
“And you, do you wish to breed my partner?” He said, addressing the cynoceph.
He nodded eagerly and slammed the full length of his cock deep inside you, his knot stretching you overwhelmingly wide. You screamed loudly in a beautiful mixture of pleasure and pain. The cynoceph howled into the night, his cum filling you to the brim. Ford gave a loud moan as his cum spilled onto the forest floor.
You trembled and collapsed to the ground, exhausted. The motion caused the cynoceph to fall on top of you with a yelp, you winced as you felt his knot tug painfully at your insides.
“Now careful sweetheart, he can’t pull out just yet, he has to soften inside you. The role of the knot is to ensure that every drop of seed can serve its potential purpose, giving the mate the best chance at being impregnated. This is perfect though, it’ll give me time to properly study him and document our experiment.”
He pulled out his journal from his trench coat, he had recently started his fourth one. He clicked his pen and began sketching the cynoceph and you in the midst of breeding. You were definitely going to steal a picture of this entry to keep on your phone for… reasons. He finally finished the sketch and began writing.
“My dear y/n and I encountered one of the oft sighted cynocephali that reside in the forests of Gravity Falls! As stated in my previous entry about them, these poor creatures are far too commonly mistaken for the aggressive werewolf, leaving them deprived of the human contact they so desperately crave.
“I offered my dear partner the chance to help me in my curiosity to see one mate. They were hesitant at first, but agreed with some gentle coaxing. This is something they have always expressed interest in, so I knew they were letting their anxieties about the size of the cynoceph’s cock get ahead of them.
“I watched as they undressed, sank to their hands and knees, and presented themselves to him. I must admit I had forsaken all formalities, unable to resist stroking myself. Seeing my partner so willing to help me in my research was beyond arousing. I never considered myself one for cuckoldry, but if I know myself, my never ending thirst for knowledge has awakened many things in me over the years.
“I was very much expecting the cynoceph to cut to the chase and unceremoniously slip himself inside them, but was surprised to see this creature display chivalry, pleasuring my partner with his tongue. He made them orgasm not once, but twice! A true gentleman if I’ve ever seen one. Human men have no excuse, if a creature of the forest is privy to wonders of clitoral stimulation, then it should not be as arduous as it’s made out to be by chauvinistic neanderthals.
“Watching my partner take his cock was incredible. For a second I thought maybe it would be too much for them to handle, but as I have come to learn, they are not afraid to mix pain and pleasure. They moved themselves back on him, the cynoceph enjoyed this greatly. My partner couldn’t resist having him indulge in their odaxelagnia, they will surely be left with a bite shaped bruise for weeks. When he came he sharply inserted his full length, knotting my partner. Dear moses, that is an image I will savor in my mind forever.
“As I write this we are currently waiting for him to soften inside them. Part of me hopes that y/n wants to do this again, perhaps if there is a next time maybe he’ll even share them with me. I would love to be inside their mouth as he’s breeding them.”
As Ford finished writing and put away his journal, enough time had passed for the cynoceph to pull out. You shakily rose to your feet, putting on your clothes. You pressed a kiss to his muzzle.
“Thank you.” You whispered.
You both started to continue your way home when you heard a whine behind you, turning to see that same puppy-dog face he had shown earlier.
Ford chuckled. “I think he’s grown rather attached to you, y/n.”
“Poor thing, I hate to just leave him here. You don’t suppose we could… bring him back with us?”
Ford sighed. “As much as I’m all for it, I don’t think Stanley would appreciate the shedding.”
“Ugh that’s a good point.”
You stepped closer to the cynoceph, putting a hand to his soft chest.
“How about this, we can try to come back once a week, sound good?”
He wagged his tail and nodded, barking happily.
“Good boy.” You cooed.
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𝕻𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌
💜Pairing: Pirate King! Song Mingi x Sea Witch! Reader (f)
💜Au: space pirate au, space au, sci-fi au
💜Trope: magical contract
💜Genre: smut
💜Rating: 18+, MDNI
💜Word Count: 1,730
💜Warnings: tentacle sex, dom! reader, sub! mingi, tentacle gag, oral (m), tentacle handjob, jerking off with hand, spit kink, nipple play, oral (f), edging, anal (m), dacryphilia, biting kink
💜Beta's: @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii
💜Summary: in exchange for a magical amulet, Mingi swears to spend one whole moon cycle with you and whatever you desire from his body. The all-powerful Pirate King is at the mercy of you and your witchcraft... and he has come to find he looks forward to this part of the year.
💜Author’s Note: happy birthday mings. your gentle smile, your big heart, your lyrical abilities, all wrap up to make you the man you are. you inspire us all to take better care of our mental states, just as you inspire the delulu in us all 😆
“If only your crew could see you now,” you lorded over the pirate king.
Mingi probably would have had a very curt, sharp answer for you if not for the tentacle that was entwined around his tongue. His eyes slowly glowed hatred for you, which made you smirk.
Your tentacles rotated Mingi so that he hung right before your lips. Your gloved hand wrapped around his weeping cock, neglected all the while your tentacles licked and sucked his bronze skin. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
Mingi’s cheeks grew rosy with his suppressed desires. He couldn't meet your eyes but he nodded briefly. His back arched as you stroked his cock.
This predicament came about when Mingi had found your hideout; a bubble of breathable air inside of Eros, one asteroid belonging to the belt in the solar system. He needed a surefire way to command his crew. You gave him a necklace that gave him the power of a whistle, which, done after a certain command, would be followed to the letter. In return, Mingi would give his body to you for a moon cycle of every year.
Except your little pirate king had developed a kink for your tentacles, which benefited you, most certainly.
You sucked on the tip of Mingi’s cockhead, tasting the sweet precum. “Oh Mingi, you’re sweet enough to gobble up,” you moaned.
Your tentacles had to wrap tighter around Mingi’s thick thighs, practically caressing his hip bones in order to hold him in place. The man wanted to buck and thrust into your mouth, but he was not in charge of this room.
Eros rotated finally so that the sun could fill the room with its light. You admired the side profile of the man with whom your lips were wrapped around and couldn't help but feel satisfaction that he was in your clutches--and more importantly, that he enjoyed being there.
“Guess if you’re not going to be good, you don’t deserve my mouth,” you announced.
With a wave of your hand, two finger thick tentacles wrapped themselves around Mingi’s cock and began to squeeze and rotate around his length. You watched with great glee as Mingi whined at the loss of your mouth and then lost himself to the pleasures of your tentacles once more. He came with a loud muffled cry.
You clucked your tongue loudly against the roof of your mouth. “Look at the mess you’re making, Pirate King.”
Mingi’s cum was oozing all over his quite thick cock. Your tentacles made a whip motion to clean themselves of Mingi’s cum, splattering it around the room. You cooed at how delicate Mingi’s cock looked now with little suction cup marks there.
“It’s a little sad to see you so defeated like this,” you sighed. The tip of your sharp nails ran along Mingi’s jawline. His chin was resting on his chest, tired from his first orgasm. “We have so much more fun to have, Mingi.”
Mingi’s eyes looked at you balefully. One of your tentacles was still wrapped around his tongue, keeping him silent. Any conversation was going to be one-sided. But you couldn't risk Mingi trying to use the magic you blessed him with against you.
You let your forefinger tip Mingi’s head upwards, the sharp end digging into his chin mercilessly. “If this displeases you, all you need do is give up my necklace and I’ll let you be free.”
Mingi’s eyes widened at the thought of giving up his most powerful, magical artefact he had acquired during his reign. He shook his head rather quickly.
You laughed under your breath. “Surely you’re more than just the simple necklace, Mingi.” Your finger caught his necklace, pulling it away from his chest.
Mingi struggled, furtively of course, but making an attempt at least to make sure that you didn’t take away your magic from him. His eyes were wild, and his chest was heaving. He was quite the sight.
“Shall we continue then, Pirate King?” You quirked an eyebrow at him.
His eyes appeared to plead for mercy. You weren’t sure what you preferred of Mingi, honestly; was it his sharp, glaring command when he was the Pirate King or was it the rosy cheeked, big eyed version that was simply Song Mingi?
Your tentacles flipped Mingi upside down, and the pirate king squealed at the sudden movement. Mingi’s legs were spread, with his face at the perfect height to give you some attention. You sent two tentacles to play with Mingi’s hole, testing and teasing to see if he was ready to get fucked.
Mingi’s muffled cry as the tentacles curled inside of him, massaging his prostate, was music to your ears. You started to yank on his dick while it hung upside down, twisting your wrist when encountering the head of his cock.
“You wanna get fucked, Pirate King?” You cooed mockingly.
Mingi whimpered in response. The tentacles around Mingi’s tongue pulled it out, obscenely so.
“If you behave, I’ll let you give me some sugar back, how about that, hmm?” You gathered some spit in your mouth and aimed it at Mingi’s puckered hole that was clenching around your smaller tentacles.
“Pleathes,” Mingi slurred.
A few tentacles supported and guided Mingi’s head so that his neck was bent and his tongue was extended, so if you moved your hips, you could get some pleasure.
Your eyes moved towards a floating screen, showing you how your cum and Mingi’s spit were smearing up his face as you humped his tongue. You pulled and yanked on Mingi’s length, enticing him to whimper and moan as you encouraged another orgasm from him. That’s when you let go of his cock and Mingi’s muffled yell of frustration made the corners of your mouth tip upwards.
“Me first, greedy guts. You’ve already come!” You said in a sing-song voice.
Your thighs shuddered as Mingi’s tongue swiped across your bundle of nerves for a final time. You bit down rather roughly on Mingi’s ass, satisfied with the marks your sharp teeth left on the plump flesh. “Such a good boy for me!” You praised Mingi.
“Mithtreth,” Mingi whined. “Pleathe.”
You sighed heavily in thought. “You really are a slut for my tentacles, aren’t you?”
Mingi was suddenly upright. He made pathetic pleading noises. With his face amess from all the fluids, he really was a delectable treat.
“Oh, fine, I’ll fuck you with my tentacles. But don’t you start crying when it becomes too much for your sensitive self, Mingi.”
When, in fact, if you finally got Mingi to cry, you considered that a success. Mingi looked gorgeous crying while being stuffed with your tentacles.
You sauntered towards your chaise lounge, undoing all your clothes, with the help of your hands and some of your tentacles. You laid back, one leg propped up, and an arm bent behind your head. Your tentacles set Mingi on the floor, tugging and pulling him until he was straddling your hips on the chaise lounge. A tentacle wrapped around his neck, gently, and pulled him forward until he was bent over, his chest barely brushing yours.
“I’m gonna give it to you good, Pirate King,” you purred, leaning up to bite softly on Mingi’s earlobe, capturing his earring behind your teeth and tugging gently.
Mingi made eager whimpering noises and you took that as his consent to get fucked. You watched as his eyelashes fluttered and then his eyes rolled into the back of his head. one of your thicker, stronger tentacles, twisted, slowly entering his prepared hole. As the suckers caught on the edge of his anus, pulling and rubbing on the sensitive skin as it pushed inside, Mingi jolted with the feeling of it.
“I’m deep inside of you, lover,” you hummed.
Mingi pushed back on your tentacle, already excited for the fucking to commence. You sighed in amusement. “Ready to bounce that cute little ass on my tentacle, Mingi?”
Mingi nodded finally, and you gave him what he wanted. With each thrust, Mingi’s body moved forward, his nipples flicking across yours. You watched with bated breath, directing a few smaller tentacles to take Mingi’s wrists, and cross them at the small of his back. The extra weight Mingi had to lean onto the tentacle around his neck choked him slightly. Your tentacle, corkscrewed around Mingi’s neck, back and forth, cutting off his oxygen and then letting him breathe again.
If the breath play and the tentacle fucking him wasn’t enough, you pushed your breasts together so that your nipples came into further contact with Mingi’s sensitive ones. Mingi’s orgasm came with a full body experience. His entire body shook as he moaned gratuitously. His cum spurted on your stomach as your tentacle made him come untouched. And tears streamed down his face, which you licked up, a rare treat to indulge in indeed.
“There’s my sweet Pirate King,” You cooed, biting the tip of his cutely.
You maneuvered off the chaise lounge and released Mingi completely. He whimpered as your tentacles completely left him. His mouth was free for only a moment before you put a ball gag on Mingi. You couldn't let your guard down and let him order you around.
“To think, that’s only day one, Mingi.”
You walked to your huge bay window that showed off the wondrous asteroid belt that you lived within. Your pet kraken and pet leviathan floated out in space, guarding your hideout and protecting you from aspiring pirate captain’s taking you hostage and using your magic for their ends.
Mingi groaned in response, and you giggled. The first release was always tiring for him, but you knew it was exactly what he needed. Somewhere, in Mingi’s heart of hearts, he needed to release his control and be the one to be told what to do and where to go. You did that for him, eagerly, but with pleasure as well. Somewhere before torturing and taunting the Pirate King, you had grown some fondness for the man.
Perhaps there was a day when you traveled with Song Mingi, a partnership stronger than anything the eighth sea had ever seen. But, until that day occurred, you’d happily suck Mingi’s cock. You had a spell in mind that would take many fluids from the PIrate King and collecting them was the most fun part of it all.
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EYE CANDY
It's something about going to the candy shop! you always see what you like, want, and have a taste for! mmmmmm! your crave and taste buds be out of this world! words cant define the experience you go through. From the drooling of your mouth, to your nipples slowly piercing your blouse! the goose bumps that trickle down your arms. Your eyes drawing in all the sweet goodness from one glance! making your glucose levels sky rocket! you lick your lips! envision her melting on the tip of your tongue while your tongue flicks up and down on her caramelized body until you reach her soft creamy core! taste buds are a thing of the past! you now entered the CANDYSHOP ZONE! where all your sights, stares, glances, envisions, come to TRUE!
I Want you to open your minds, expand your curiosity, think of that person or people that give you that high! that rush! that suga tooth! you can taste them from their sight! and their energy. We are going welcome you into our candy shop where anything goes, all the candy is free! well some of it. This store is open 24/7 and 365 days a year to satisfy your lustful, tasteful desires. Your eyes become so dilated and consumed by the beauty, handsomeness and attractiveness its seeing! your dopamine and serotonin levels are at all time high! you can feel the warmth and melting chocolate sliding down your open mouth! as it coats your esophagus! As you watch her walk away in her sexxy sundress! you take a bite into that warm, glazed honey bun! with a imagination and great fantasies of them clapping all over your snickers!
Its so fascinating how seeing a persons body could give you a high or a rush and have you lusting after them! What is it? is it my walk? my swagg? My defined chest and abs? or her pretty complexion with those juicy thighs? The way she sits? Whatever it is, its appealing and alluring! here are some asteroids that shows you why you are so charismatic, enchanting and pleasant to the eyes! and why you see others as a dessert or piece or sweet delicious candy!
Candy 3015
Shows how you attract others into your life! What people see attractive about you. You could be eye candy on display!
Bella 695
This is represented by pure beauty! not only exterior but internal as well! When you feel beautiful you attract beauty! very lovely energy!
Aphrodite 1388
blessed with glamour, attractiveness, magnetism and charm! shows your pure allure to pull suiters in.
Glo 3267
where you shine or light up the most! you can be seen from anything you do or who you are! or what you look like that moth under the street light!
Lilith 1181
Your dark, tempting, rebellious nature or energy turns heads and starts flare! you walk in a room to leave it consumed with your unique edge unapologetically!
Erato 62
This energy displays in your poetic nature that still derives from how you speak it, write it, show it! you could be a sexual body artist or turn art into sex!
Adonis 2101
What you idolize in yourself or others! shows what type of allure you have on others. It shows your sexiness, handsomeness and potential to be looked as a great mastepiece!
Medusa 149
Makes you powerful beautiful in all aspects, beauty, knowledge, wisdom, mental strength, tackful, resourceful, clever, sex appeal and winning others over! and extra beautiful!
Ptah 5011
This is where words cant define your appearance! pure essence and enchanting energy! your romantic nature as well as your grace and elegance!
A few more.....
Kallisto 204
Listitsa 672
Gaussia 1001
Circe 34
Sado 118230
its so many, and alot have multiple meanings.
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Does anyone have any non-human Keralis headcanons? I don’t have any. It just doesn’t fit with me to say he’s anything other than a human. But I want to see what you (and anyone else) thinks!
I do! I think he's an alien. Not some massive cosmic horror or anything like that, just... a space alien.
Reasons:
-No one else builds like him. No one builds such aggressively Normal, modern houses, maybe a tiny bit too big, or too neat, somehow always sticking out as unusual if there are other hermit builds nearby. They're great builds, but often read as someone trying a little too hard to fit in, y'know? -He can canonically survive in the vacuum of space, as seen in both Tango's and xB's season 8 finales -Returned to Hermitcraft via tech in Area 77, a place that was meant to research/work with alien life. He wasn't expected to be there, and despite his distinctive appearance was met with suspicion as to whether he was the real Keralis. -speaking of being "the real Keralis", he has, multiple times, when asked what he is, replied "I'm a keralis, of course!" Species name?
Some alien traits that are pure headcanon:
-There's actually a lot of convergent evolution with gecko traits. His big eyes don't blink (yes, he can lick them like cresties do) and he can climb basically any surface - though ceilings are tricky under planetary gravity. -His species live on small asteroids not unlike the one he met Tango on in Tango's s8 finale. The clambering and big eyes (low light vision!) are adaptations to that. -His knees naturally bend the opposite way to humans' so they're out of the way when he's climbing.
I haven't written much Keralis recently but I have started putting him in fic here and there if you want to see some of this in action!
~Mod Leo
#hermitcraft headcanons#keralis#alien Keralis#I do like seeing art/fic of him that makes him a human and#just gives him really thick glasses so his eyes LOOK big#that's always cute
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Unstuck
Note: SNW Spirk drabble. For @introvertia' s prompt! More aggressive flirting than pining oop lol.
“Damn,” Jim Kirk muttered behind Spock.
They had just returned from salvaging a collection of data logs from a freighter wreck in an asteroid field and Jim was wrestling with his EV suit in the small EV suit dressing room as Spock hung his up in a locker, down to a compression shirt and leggings.
“Lieutenant?” Spock turned around and regarded Kirk, who grumbled as he yanked on the zipper down the middle of his chest.
“Zip’s stuck. Help me out, Spock?”
Spock’s fingers twitched and he stood close to Kirk, who dropped his hands and watched Spock as he tugged on the zipper. Spock could feel the gaze and felt too hot in his clothes.
“Say, what are you doing tonight?” Kirk said.
“I am…” Spock pursed his lips. “I am going to have a meal in the mess-”
“Obviously.”
“And…perhaps catch up on a backlog of-”
“Hang out with me instead,” Kirk said. “I’ve got nothing to do and no one to do it with. You’re my first choice somebody.”
Spock lost his concentration and tugged so hard on the zipper that he instead tore the EV suit right down the middle. “Ah…”
Kirk snorted a laugh. “That’s one way of doing it.”
“Apologies.”
“If you want to tear my clothes off, Mr. Spock, just ask me first,” Kirk said, and nudged his hip as he peeled out of his sleeves, letting the suit hang off his waist. “Lemme see your hand there…”
Spock blinked at him. There was no reason to show Kirk his hand. It wasn’t as if he could have injured his hand just pulling too hard on the zipper, even if they could be a little sharp.
Still, he dutifully offered his hand and Jim held it gently, inspecting the indentation along the edge of Spock’s ring finger as Spock breathed in.
Jim looked up at Spock who said, “Are you satisfied?”
“Not really,” Jim muttered. “But every time I touch your hand your ears turn such a pretty color. I never really have a good reason, but you seem to fall for it every time. So, what’s a guy to do?”
Spock licked his lips and said, “Then…have you considered there has been no deception?”
Jim’s tongue snuck between his teeth and his thumb moved down the center of Spock’s palm. “Is that right?”
Spock deliberated for a moment and said, “You are returning to the Farragut in two weeks. It would be ill advised to begin a sexual or romantic relationship with you. Or…both. If that is indeed an option. However-”
Jim leaned in and kissed him softly and Spock closed his eyes, reason and the careful maintenance of control dwindling rapidly as Kirk’s warm hands came up to stroke his cheeks.
“That is one way of doing it,” Spock murmured. “And…I wish to take you up on your previous offer.”
“Yeah?” Kirk kissed Spock’s bottom lip with a pleasing little smack. “You wanna hang out tonight?”
Spock skipped a dissection of that particularly odd old Terran idiom and said, “Yes, but… I would also like to tear your clothes off.”
“Ah.” Kirk sighed against his lips and said, “Well, now I think my ears are turning pretty colors, Spock.”
“Affirmative,” Spock said, and kissed him back.
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When Silence is No More - 2
CoD - Astronauts!141
SUMMARY : A quick thought about the 141 being stationed on a space station and catching the eyes of a cosmic horror.
WARNINGS : A few lines mentioning blood and death in Simon’s part. This is intended to be a subtle kind of horror, so it might be unsettling.
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The song never stops. Covering their ears in the hopes of getting a few seconds of silence is useless. If anything, it only seems to get louder, as if they were trapping it inside of their heads instead.
It soon get mixed with a series of strange knocks on the windows. It soon evolves into banging, violent and loud, shaking their very bones painfully. It wakes them up at night, when the nightmares seem to quiet down.
They barely sleep anymore.
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The silhouettes are getting clearer. Instead of playing hide and seek, they now linger behind the windows. Cooing. Whispering. Watching. Despite their best efforts, the strange, flashing lights burning behind them make it impossible to make out the details of their bodies. But the team knows they’re far from being the stranded humans they once tried to think they were once the knocking and banging echoed on the walls of the station. For they don’t seem to wear any protection against the ruthless void, and their eyes glow dangerously among the shadows. Catching them coaxes a sudden, ear-shattering screech from the cosmic depths, full of tortured wails and mad laughter. It rattles their minds and bones, lingering in every single one of their cells for hours afterwards.
The silhouettes, however, always disappear in the blink of an eye.
-
Kyle remembers every single one of his nightmares.
Most of the time, he sees groups of countless birds fly in an underwqter sky with fire licking at their wings, so quick and graceful, leaving burning embers in their wake. Around them, flames erupt from clouds of lightning. He floats among them, then gets carried away by silent, violent currents. Asteroids collide in his chest, and he feels the deep rumble of their fall echo in his bones, bounce around the walls of his body like shockwaves and bass. Colours resonate with the otherworldly sounds around him, pulsing in his eyes as silence turns everything back to a black and white monotony. The symphony is demonic, hellish even - but beautiful and mesmerizing all the same.
Then the dream shatters. Shards of glass escort him back to the waking world, mind shredded and numb.
And the banging continues.
-
Sometimes, Simon hears a voice behind him. Familiar, and clear as day. « Simon, » it calls out, « did you get any news of Tommy ? »
His mother sounds worried - scared, even. It takes him back to those times when he had to fish his brother out of muddy sidewalks, barely conscious due to the drugs flowing through his veins. Barely alive.
His broken, guttural groans still echo in his ears, and the memory becomes too real when Simon sees Tommy’s lifeless body float in the corridors of the station, littered in needle and bullet holes, leaking bubbles of blood against the white walls. Then his mother joins in the macabre scene, with his sister in law and nephew, replaying the disastrous day he lost them all, this time in the infinite cosmos. The sight is scorching, akin to the sun - it burns his mind, the ashes clogging his throat and lungs. Thick, dry and heavy.
They’re gone the second Simon blinks. But the visions keep haunting him now, and he once collapsed under the pain tearing through his guts. It was Kyle who found him, wandering aimlessly through the space station, unresponsive, with a living death clawing at his face.
« Thought you were dead, Sir, » he said once Simon came back to his senses. The man only grunted in response.
For a moment, it felt like he was.
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More and more static covers the voices of their colleagues back on Earth. Price can barely decipher their words anymore - but they seem to hear him perfectly. It’s as if nothing was wrong on their side, as if they didn’t hear him ask to repeat themselves more and more often. The few words he manages to catch seem joyful, unbothered ; a stark contrast to the exhausted tension haunting his. They always end the calls with a broken « Catch you later, John ! » - leaving him to wonder if there will be a next time.
He tried shouting at them during the latest call, letting his frustration get the best of him. But nothing changed. Their voices remained full of enthusiasm and glitches, and the conversation stayed the same - except he barely understood a single word from his contact.
No matter how much Johnny tried to tweak and twist their wires and cogs, it was impossible to find the source of the malfunction. The systems detected nothing either.
After that, it didn’t take long for the comms to fully go down.
To realize how real the nightmares had always been.
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have a lot of things going on so next ch rf isn’t ready but in the meantime… pilot!anakin? and subsequently, is it still called road head if you’re in. space. and there is no road…?
warnings: minors dni, road head (??)/ space head, low-key exhibitionism but over the comms (it was funny to me okay), handjob, spitting in mouth, facial, whatever have fun with it I listened to Nickelback while writing this so that’s especially funny to me
but I’m thinking about Anakin bringing you along on a flight drill, one that you’re definitely not supposed to be on but.. he gets so bored, y’know?
he definitely doesn’t regret it when you’re sitting in the co-pilot seat by his side, leaning over the arm rests to kiss his neck. he can feel you smiling against his skin, teasing at it with your teeth as rex barks out orders over the comms.
anakin’s got half a mind to shut it off, blasted noise distracting him from you in the seat next to him, running your hand up the length of his thigh, telling him to pay attention before we get lost, anakin and so he does, pays as much attention as he can while rex leads them to an asteroid field to practice maneuvers.
not that he needs practice. he's the best pilot in the galaxy, after all. and when he tells that much to you, your only response is a laugh as you shift to kneel between his legs, pressed into him because there's no room anywhere else thanks to the consoles.
"if you're such a good pilot, why don't you prove it?" you grin, leaning forward to suck the dry fabric that's covering his bulge, rubbing it with your hand when you lean back. "if you can get through this drill without being reprimanded a single time, i'll believe it."
"easy," anakin grins. you tuck your fingers into the waistband of his trousers-- take them off, you tell him without a word, and he's more than happy to listen. artoo, the poor droid, chirps in warning, fully aware of what the two of you are doing.
he only realizes that this might be a mistake when you've wrapped your mouth around his tip right at the moment he was supposed to pull the starfighter up, and he almost sends the ship flying right into the asteroid.
"nice move, general skywalker, but next time, pull up with the rest of the crew, will ya?" rex says over the comms.
"doesn't count as reprimanding, he said it was nice," anakin responds at your cheeky look up at him, mouth stuffed with his cock. you try to say something but the movement shoots straight to his dick, the vibrations almost too much for him to bear so he just taps your cheek and rests his hand on your head as he keeps flying. "didn't anyone ever tell you to not speak with your mouth full?" he asks you, teasing as he spreads his legs a little wider.
you're drooling all over him, taking him as far as you can into your pretty mouth, lips so warm as they wrap around his shaft. it's so hard not to thrust into your pretty throat but he's trying, promise, pretty thing.
"fuck baby, keep suckin' my cock like that and i'm gonna fucking crash," anakin says. he speeds up accidentally when you squeeze his leg, bobbing your head up and down as you twist your tongue around his dick, pulling the control a little too hard as he tries so hard to keep his eyes ahead.
"you're so fucking distracting," he says, pulling you off his length. you just smile, sticking your tongue out for him to spit onto it, which he does, running his thumb over your lips and pushing his and your saliva to your cheeks. you rub your face on his length, flicking your tongue up the vein on the underside of it, dragging your mouth down to his balls where you settle. you take them both between your lips, tugging at the skin as you moan with them in your mouth. messy, anakin thinks to himself, sparing a glance at you away from the asteroids. you wrap two hands around his length, pumping his cock as you lick and suck sloppily, your face shiny with spit and precum from having rubbed your face on his dick.
"rex, on your right; i wanna try the tyarian move from last time," anakin says over the comms, biting back a moan as your hand brushes against the edge of his tip.
it's while he's pulling this move off that you pull one hand off of him, sliding it between your legs and rubbing as you attempt to make the aching, throbbing mess a little easier, whimpering around his balls quietly.
that's what sends him hurtling over the edge, cum painting your face, dripping down your lashes to your pouty mouth as he moans, hand gripping the back of your neck as his hips follow the movement of your hand.
"huh, i guess you are a good pilot after all," you say, to which he laughs, pulling you onto his lap to kiss you messily as he pulls out of the maneuver.
"skywalker, you fuckin' animal, have you got someone in there with you?" echo hoots over the comms, with some of the other clones laughing in the background.
anakin turns bright-fucking-red.
#smut#my writing#distortionbobble's fics#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin skywalker#reader insert#anakin x reader#anakin x you#anakin skywalker smut#anakin skywalker x reader smut#pilot!anakin#gender neutral smut#anakin skywalker x gn!reader
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It was Margo's first time in Russia. She'd seen news footage, of course. Heard it spoken of so fondly by Sergei in the years of their acquaintance. Despite the reservations of his government, his hatred for the KGB, he had spoken warmly of vacations with his family, of cooking with his mother, of the first heavy snow. Margo wished, truly, that she could experience Russia through his eyes. But Sergei had been dead for eight years and all around her was ghosts.
Thankfully, there was the work to distract her. Always the work.
The Goldilocks capture conference in Leningrad had not been as...productive, as Margo had hoped. Political posturing; capitalism and bottom lines outweighing scientific merit and discovery. Exhausted, Margo had retired to a fireplace in the hotel bar, sharing a drink with Aleida, licking their wounds after the new Director of Roscosmos had scuppered their intentions to bring the asteroid to Mars.
Margo rolled her neck, fingers pressing against the condensation of the glass. "We should be holding this in Houston."
"No arguments here. Instead, Morozova gets to run the show." Aleida sipped her brandy. She was still pissed she'd been relegated to an inferior hotel, whereas Margo, as director of NASA, had been give five star accommodation. Margo couldn't blame her. "There's something about her I just don't trust."
"I'd say someone was pulling her strings, but I think she's at the top of the food chain here."
Margo didn't enjoy spy novels. Didn't enjoy ear pieces and false identities and honey traps. Any possible love for the genre had been eroded when the KGB had throttled Sergei in front of her. But she knew the signs. The hallmarks. The way Irina would pause. The way she would formulate words on her tongue that held no meaning, just regurgitated from others. No doubt, Margo would know what lay behind it all in due course. But for now, she was happy to spend some hours of the day away from Irina Morozova and Dev Ayesa.
"I'm gonna head up to my room." Margo stared at Aleida. "You sure you're going to be okay over there? You can stay with me; it's not a problem."
"I've slept in worse." Aleida drained her glass. "Text you when I'm there. Don't forget to text Ilyana and Andrei."
Margo would not. Sergei's aging parents had been so excited about her trip when Margo had told them during her last visit. Maps had been involved; images summoned from the web to replace the photo albums they had lost. It had been another dinner where Margo had felt a stab in her gut at all they had lost to come to the States: their home, their possessions, their son. Margo had done everything to get Sergei and his family out. All but see him home safe. Still, Margo had promised to take pictures for his parents and she would fulfil that promise.
As she left the hotel bar, Margo noticed that Irina had left. She traversed the halls, seeing if she had picked up a shadow. She entered the elevator alone. Pressed seven. Flexed her fingers around a phantom touch. Exited alone. Margo hovered, as the doors closed, imagining his body close to hers. Aleida went to the IAC now. Margo couldn't bear it. At least there were no memories here. No ghosts that would haunt Margo as she entered her room.
Margo began the short walk to her suite. The door was ajar. Fuck. There was no housekeeping cart outside, or room service. Just an open door spilling light into the hallway. No. Not again. She was not going to stand for this. She was done being messed with. Storming into her hotel room, Margo caught sight of a figure by her desk and called out: "I am not being fucked around by you people anymore. You'll have to strangle me this time."
The figure turned around and Margo's world spun.
"Hello, Margo."
It wasn't possible. She was dreaming or had been knocked out somehow between the elevator and here. This wasn't real. Bradford had tried to get home. He'd been on the plane; had made it to Germany. But the KGB had found him. Bradford had spared her the details, not wanting to see her tears, not wanting to know how close the head of NASA was with the former head of Roscosmos. But he was dead, of that she was sure. Margo had mourned him. His parents, his sisters had mourned him. There was a photograph of them from Apollo-Soyuz on her shelves that Aleida always stared at when she came into Margo's office. Staring at a ghost, a legacy.
Yet here he was.
Sergei Nikulov – older, with creases around his eyes but still looking healthier than the last time she'd seen him in person – stared at her. Smiled at her. Before the weight of his haunting fell heavy on his shoulders. "We do not have much time."
Margo didn't respond. She merely approached, cautiously, as if he were made of vapour and would disappear if she made one errant step. She took stock of him: the rise and fall of his chest, the flush of his skin under the warmth of the hotel lights, the stray thread on the sleeve of his shirt. After a visual inspection, Margo investigated closer. She took his hand in hers. Familiar grooves and lines. A phantom touch made real. His grip tightened, held her hand for the first time in nearly a decade.
Margo gasped and immediately closed the distance between them, cradling his face in her hands. "I thought—" He nodded. "I thought I couldn't save you."
Sergei took one of the hands pressing against his cheek and kissed her palm. "I am afraid, Margo, that I am beyond saving. This time, I am here to save you." His shoulders fell in defeat. "We need to talk about Irina Morozova."
#margo x sergei#for all mankind#ficlet#ship: margo x sergei#tv: for all mankind#I have no idea where this came from but here we are
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Haii its my first time requesting so im not really sure if im doing this correctly, but may i request komaeda x reader where its reader’s birthday? my birthday is coming up and i would really love to read smth ab it with komaeda in it. Tysm and i love your works!!
cake - komaeda x reader
You sit up in bed, blinking slowly as the spot next to you is empty.
Komaeda. Right. Wait— where is he?
"Ko?"
"I'm in the kitchen!"
You yelp as you hear his response, stumbling past the door and hall to stop Komaeda before he destroys the kitchen again.
"... with Hi–, oh, hi darling." Komaeda smiles. "Hinata is cooking. No worries, I'm not burning the kitchen down, haha."
You let out a sigh of relief. "Wait. Why?"
"Happy birthday." Komaeda grins, pressing you to his skin as he wraps his arms around you. "Any wishes?"
"To retire." you mumble.
Hinata snorts. "Don't we all."
Komaeda sighs. "Something I can do?"
"Oh, you could absolutely make it so that we could retire." You mumble. "Send an asteroid to nuke the future foundation and we'll all be free."
"Sounds possible."
"How about some murderous thoughts after breakfast?" Hinata places a slice of cake before the two of you. "Everything else is already in the fridge. I'll see you both at work."
"Thank you." You grin.
"Happy birthday."
"Love?" Komaeda tilts his head at you.
"Mm?" You stab into the cake, smiling.
"Happy birthday. Thank you for letting me spend it with you."
"Thank you for spending my birthday with me."
"any time." He wipes the frosting from your cheek, licking it off his thumb. "Oh, not too sweet."
You laugh.
#why hinata n not teruteru? i don't like teruteru boo#happy birthday anon!! I hope this isn't too late lol#komaeda x reader#danganronpa x reader#nagito x reader#nagito komaeda x reader
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Asteroids
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Leo is alive, and Jason is alive. Because this time it stuck
And it continued to stick, for years
And Leo tried his best not to take it for granted, he would take Jason in any way he could. He loved him, he knew he did, he loved him back to life over and over again in his fool's errand. Leo didn't question why Jason did it back, he didn't really care as long as this time it just continued to stick
It was like an orbit, for years. Two asteroids in space, flying through the darkness around each other, unwilling to let go of their shared gravitational field because they were finally there together. It didn't matter if Piper was going to disown him from the pining, as long as it continued to stick. If all he could have was the orbit then Leo would take what he could get
Leo's anxiety spiked when he didn't know where Jason was. He knew he felt the same by the look in his eyes when he arrived back home to the Way Station. They shared a room, but not a bed. Jason always wanted to be touching him in some way. It became natural, the everyday norm, but Leo was too scared to jinx it by confessing. To tempt this hair's breadth of an opportunity that maybe this time the fates would just let him have him
He knew it wasn't healthy, he couldn't help it
They orbited for ages, but gravity kept pulling them closer with each rotation. It took them three years for their flight paths to finally crash into each other
It was close in time to when Jason died for the first time, when Leo was gone warning Camp Jupiter and the other man was on his quest. Jason is at Camp Jupiter and Leo had held the stress of it in his jaw all week, trying to distract himself through the sleepless nights. When Jason finally made it back to him it was with a rough landing
Leo was the only one awake, sometime around four or five am. He heard Jason hit the roof, and the Way Station tumbled the blond into the main room without much fanfare. The larger man lies on the ground outside the workstation with a groan
“Jesus Christ dude you good?” Leo asks, pulling his welding mask up and turning off the torch. Jason just rolls over onto his back to starfish on the ground and groans again
Leo takes a moment to get off his welding gloves and shut down the station, the last thing they need is a fire. It also gives him a beat to collect himself, he knows he's been a sleepless wreck. By the time he's done and turns back around Jason is watching him with lightning focus
“What?” he asks, whipping welding grime and sweat off his arms and face. Jason licks his lips
“Come ‘mer” he calls, and makes a grabby hands at him
“Did you hit your head again” Leo teases, but he goes to him anyway “What the hell was that landing?”
“It's like five AM” Jason mumbles, reaching for Leo and pulling him down onto the floor with him “I've been up since six AM yesterday, cut me some slack”
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“Why are you flying if you've been awake eleven hours?” Leo asks concerned as he kneels down next to the blond “That can't be safe”
“I didn't want you to be alone tomorrow,” he says, rolling towards Leo like a flower following the sun “I didn't want to be without you”
Tomorrow, the anniversary of Jason's first real death.
Leo feels his heart clench in his chest, the tension in his jaw makes it pop. The date he's been trying not to think about, that he was trying to overwork himself through. It's been six years and neither of them has ever handled it with much grace. And here Jason is, flying stupid from California to make sure they were together for it. To make sure Leo knows where he is
“Come on man,” Leo says instead of what he wants to say, pulling Jason into a sitting position by his arms “Let's get you to bed”
“Come with me,” Jason begs, he looks a bit loopy from fatigue
“Jase-”
“I was talking to Piper, about us,” Jason presses on, pulling Leo closer from where their arms are connected
“What about us?” Leo lets himself go to him, ever in orbit, even as the hot lump of dread settles in his gut
“It's been years,” Jason pulls him onto his lap on the floor, Leo’s scrawny legs on either side of Jason's muscular thighs “We’re not going anywhere”
“How do you know that?” Leo hisses, worried that even talking about it could set the cycle in motion again. Because he knows in his bones if the world decides they still have to play prophecy, if it goes back to storm or fire, Leo would do it all again. He would keep trying, chasing instead of running for the first time in his life
Jason trails his hands up from where they interlock, resting on Leo's upper arms cool and firm. He's studying Leo's face, that look of devotion back in his eyes. Because as much as Leo denies it, as much as he pretends it's not there; Jason speaks best through action, and his actions have been telling Leo that he loves him back for a long time.
It scares Leo, more than a little bit.
“I don't,” Jason confesses “I don't know that. But we're here now?”
“Is that what Piper was saying?”
“No,” he grins, that one that shows a single canine and makes his scar pull attractively “She's back to cussing us out in frustration”
“So same old?”
“Same old,” Jason licks his lips again “But she mentioned something, about three being the lucky number. It got me thinking”
“About us?”
“About us”
Six years since the first death, three years since the last one.
“What about us?” Leo presses, voice quiet like maybe this time something larger than them won't hear
“That it's been so long,” Jason's gaze is intense on his face “That we’re still here. That we can have, more”
“More?”
“Leo” his hands are on his shoulders, solid and sure, he's getting lost in the possibility of those blue eyes “I want more, more of us”
It's the first time they've spoken about it, out loud. It almost blows Leo over.
He can't help it, Leo kisses him. Two asteroids in the same gravitational field, slamming into each other and becoming something new. A planet, a moon or star, it didn't matter as long as they were together
Jason clutches at Leo like he can't believe he's real, like that time when Leo had just gotten him back for good. His grip was tight and rough, first clutching at his upper arms, then pulling him in impossibly tighter by the waist until one hand made it up to the nape of Leo's neck to hold on. Leo opens wider, his hold on the other man's jaw pulling him closer as Jason groans
When they reluctantly separate for oxygen, faces close and breathing the same air, Leo can feel himself trembling
“Leo” Jason breaths “Leo Leo Leo”
“M’ right here” he breaths back, voice soft like it would break the bubble there in, tell the fates they broke spades, and Jason brings him into the next kiss as desperate as the first
They kiss like that for a while, trying to merge the shattered remains of their collision into their new celestial body together. Bruising grips on each other, mouths only separating to grasp for air. Leo feels drunk on the other man, the feel of him and the smell of heat lightning, the pattern of his heartbeat against his own. Alive and whole, safe in his arms.
Leo eventually has to pull away as he overheats. He brings his face as far away as he can to pant out into the open air, the temperature of his breath is visible and fire licking up his face and into his hair. Jason isn't detoured, pressing his face into Leo's neck. He licks a long stripe against the femoral artery, nips under his jaw, and then presses his nose hard against his pulse point.
Leo’s being reeled back in my strong arms before he's done venting out the heat. He can feel how his internal temperature is scalding, but Jason acts like he's desperate to get broiled alive. He has one arm around Leo's waist and the other snaking up his shirt, hand splayed between his wing bones holding him as close as he can. Leo turns his face away to continue to try and pant out the heat, sucking the cooler night air into his lungs and letting his breath steam out of him. That just gives Jason more access to his neck, and Leo can't stifle the low moan that's forced out of him when the blond clamps his teeth around where his collarbone dips from his shoulder and sucks.
“Jace,” he pants out, he's going to catch fire at this point “Jace, Jason please”
Jason whines again, one of the feral noises he does high and desperate, and goes back to nipping. Leo has to grab the other man by the hair to pull him back so he can let his face catch fire again, the only part of his body not flush with him. Jason doesn't look afraid, pupils blown wide and expression filled with awe. A few sparks of static dance between the strands of his blond hair, one inside his open and panting mouth. As soon as Leo stops smoking Jason is back to kissing him
“I'm gonna burn you” Leo whines into his mouth
“No you won't,” Jason says back just as close, the blind trust and longing make Leo moan into him
“You won't” Jason continues, kissing back down Leo's neck and towards his chest. Leo takes the opportunity to throw his head back and try and vent more heat “You won't, I'm always safe with you”
“Fuck, Jace”
“Gods, you're here” Jason pleads, his forehead pushing hard above Leo's heart. He can probably feel his rabbiting pulse against his face, he's still trying to pull Leo closer “You're really here like this , I'm not dreaming “
Leos folds himself over the curl of Jason's body, hand moving over his hair and neck and back, energy trapped in their dwindling momentum
“I'm here” he pants “You're here too”
“I'm here,” Jason says back looking up to meet Leo's eyes but not taking his face off his heart. His cheek is pressed in against Leo's chest, eyes looking up and pleading. Leo smooths his hands through Jason's hair and then down the side of his jaw and back up again. The blond lets out a sigh and folds back into Leo's chest. His face pressed above his heart, breathing him in through his nose.
They stay like that for a while, curled and clutched close. Leo's hand in Jason's hair and Jason's face in Leo's chest, until Leo folds down to rest his forehead against the top of Jason's head, breathing him in in return
A single celestial body orbiting a gravitational pull. Together in the new planet of their own making
#valgrace#leo valdez#jason grace#getting together#good future au#fic#my fic#pjo#pjo hoo toa#percy jackson
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39 for Ryu please!
Ryu Natsume:
39. Kissing tears from the other’s face.
You were not a violent person, but you think with the anger you held, you could’ve taken down Alter Trigger with your bare hands.
Ryu is curled up apologizing, apologizing, for simply being. For being near you, for loving you, for wanting both of these things despite feeling like he was a curse for all those he was close to. Even after Yohei had ‘dragged him back home’ his fears persisted, his heart feeling frozen in the moment, steadily de-thawing yet some days he felt colder than others. It felt like one step forward, two steps back, and he hadn’t wanted to see you for at least a week after he returned home. You hadn’t taken it to heart, assuring both Yohei and Saimon who were trying to explain the situation that you would hold nothing against him. It had always been clear to you that Ryu came from a tough past, and with them filling in those blanks to you he made more sense than he ever had; when he came to you, you would listen, and until then you would wait.
You had seen moments of melancholy on his face before, when memories of the past peaked out but were still too far out of reach for him to truly react, but never tears. It crushed you to see him like this, taking everything in you to hold back your own as you comforted him. You couldn’t let him see your pain because it wasn’t his fault, and you knew he’d take responsibility for something else that was outside of his control.
You kissed his tears away, the salty taste of them touching your tongue accidentally, and you couldn’t help but try to joke with Ryu about having chips that day that were far too salty. He mumbled something back about being adrift in the ocean before he looked up at the sky, wondering if it would taste salty if he licked an asteroid. Your giggles while kissing away his tears caused the water works to stop, and Ryu even managed a weak smile at you, a token of appreciation for the effort spent comforting him. He seemed to be feeling a little more himself with the way he clung to you, whining when you stopped rubbing his head like the an unhappy house cat who wanted their owner's attention every second of the day.
You were more than happy to give that to him.
#Paradox Live#Paralive#Paradox Live x Reader#Paralive x Reader#Paradox Live Imagines#Paralive Imagines#Ryu Natsume#Ryu Natsume x Reader#Scenario#Kiss Prompts
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Howdy! Ringin' in from a recently Ex-asteroid-mining colony somewhere in the Long Rim: Not gonna say where exactly just in case. Saw somebody else talkin' bad about one of your... Pattern-Groups? An' I figured "Well, hey; I'll throw in my two Manna."
It was a Kobold; We loaded the code for one into a mining mech when the two-faced snakes (not sayin' who they were with: Hush-Hush-N'-All-That-Shale) that had hired on all of our families on for the place ages ago tried to wreck it for reparations, since the asteroids were running out of anything they wanted to sell. Looked like homemade sin while it was... changin' and all, but it wound up being a massive help for me an' mine, lemme tell ya!
They sent in a bunch of hired-on pirates to tear the place apart: I'm guessin' to deflect any suspicion and make it easier to claim reparations. We managed to catch a few in the frenzy and got the information out of 'em about who hired them for the job. As you can guess it, it was those money-grubbin' bastards that had dragged all of the miner's into the colony.
Still, thanks to some quick thinkin', a few rigged-up explosives, some repurposed mining gear, and a helluva lot of polymer from that mech, we fought 'em off and got word out to enough people that the bad press would'a "ruined their name" apparently, and the sheer backlash would've ripped the place t' bits.
You'd expect it all to get buried (an' us with it), but somehow, we hit a lucky strike: The rest of the pirates were told we'd be an easy target and got pissed at the snakes when we weren't, so they up and quit, and then the higher-ups of those miserable misers raked those bastards over the coals and threw out the lot of 'em! After the debris settled, we've got collective ownership of the colony as "reparations" from the higher-ups. Personally, I think they didn't want to risk a potential uprising so far from home, so they cut their losses, turned tail, an' went to lick their wounds.
Either way, we're free!
We couldn't do it without your mechs-n'-tech, y'all. Things are finally lookin' up where we're at. As for what we'll do from here? Don't quite know, myself. Some of us think we'll try an' make the place a trading-hub: Others wanna make a rest-stop for people to stop fer a bowl of home-made cookin' and a warm bed that ain't in a ship.
Whatever we do from here? We're doing it as everyone ough't'be: as Free People.
- Signed, One Very Happy Heavy-Equipment Operator.
we love to see it!!!! congrats on the freedom our friend causes like that are what the kobold was made for
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Encounter
Requested by: @jkkjiji
Features: Nonhuman/human vore, implied regurgitation
Word count: 672
“[Security scans successful..! No threats detected.]..” The S.S.S rang out as Randy checked the status terminal. He sighed, he’d been stuck in deep space for months now, tasked with studying these bioluminescent asteroids. Honestly, he’d rather be at home, in his warm bed. He could’ve been anything, a librarian, a teacher, heck he could be a janitor; But no, he had to be up in space, to study rocks. He groaned and leaned back in his seat and rested his eyes. Suddenly the ship’s alarms began to sound, causing the poor space cadet to jump out of his seat. He groaned as he sat up before checking the termina/. He looked over the display of the ship’s map. He saw a green dot marking where he was. He was a tad confused before noticing another dot, a much bigger red dot on the map. Odd. He sighed and got up from his seat before heading out of his office.
Randy strolled down the hallway, approaching the research storage, where the dot indicated the anomaly was. As he got closer, he heard something… like the sound of beeping… as if someone was tampering with his database. He peeked around the corner, seeing something- or well, someone in the room. The thing was some sort of reptilian humanoid being with a lanky tail that curled around their ankles. It had a glowing green abdomen and eyes, and a mane of spines for sensing things as its many arms worked at the console. As though detecting the cadet, the spines perked up.
The thing freezes before turning to the astronaut, completely silent. Before Randy could say anything, he was snagged up by the thing’s tail and held close to its face.” Uh- hello..?” Randy spoke. Its eyes widened with a somewhat worried expression, probably from getting caught messing with the ship’s machinery. Before Randy could question the alien about who they are or what they were doing, their jaws opened as a tongue made contact with Randy’s helmet glass. It licked the helmet as if prepping him for something. He quickly found out what he was prepped for as it stuffed him in its mouth head-first. The alien’s esophagus molded around Randy’s head as he was pushed further and further down. Randy struggled but was quick to give up as his descent down the slimy passage didn’t slow whatsoever, so struggling was just a waste of energy. He was forcefully plopped into the alien’s compact stomach, squished against the softly glowing walls of their tummy. The innards of the being lightly bubbling as the alien sighed, turning back to the console it was tampering with once before as if nothing happened, just now with their lower set of arms occupied with rubbing it’s now full stomach.
Randy sat in the pit of the alien’s stomach in silence before pulling out his tablet, updating his current status to incapacitated on the system before sighing. He put away the tablet and leaned up against one of the walls of the stomach, “ I’m gonna be in here for a while, huh.” He grumbled to himself, feeling the slimy interior groan around him. Gross.
A few hours later, the alien finally stopped, seemingly stopped whatever it was doing, pleased with whatever it figured out. It stretched a little before laying down on the metallic floors of the ship and sighed contently as it was lulled to sleep by the faint groans of its own stomach as it held their temporary passenger.
Soon Randy awoke on the cold floors of the research storage, covered in a layer of thin slime that made his skin mildly tingle even through his space suit. He huffed and stood before checking his database. Everything seemed to be normal till he realized a large portion of the physical samples were missing. Months of proof, missing within hours, great. He sighed and walked his way back into his office before taking a seat with a deep groan, “ I should’ve been a janitor.”
The end.
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I may drawn the silly alien freak at some point.. darn rock stealer..
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