#lick asteroid

[three-beans-in-a-trenchcoat]

tales from the discord.

[fataleliebe]

𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊-𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ミ★ — Nerd Ellie & fem reader

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A short lil’ something I couldn’t stop thinking about! Might end up writing about this again because i loveeee nerd Ellie. 😍😍 (which is literally just Ellie but I digress)

Content Warnings: suggestive (mdni), stupid fluff, horrible astronomy pick-up lines & puns…

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The night had slipped effortlessly into the—extremely—early hours of the next day, sleep long abandoned. Ellie was settled against your chest, lying between your legs on the couch, the two of you tangled together beneath a bundled blanket. Some comedy, one you had seen hundreds of times before, played halfway through on the laptop resting on Ellie’s lap.

Ellie, however, wasn’t as present as you had assumed. Her mind was elsewhere, a crease in her brow as she glared at the screen. Impatient fingers tap against her crossed arms, tense with unspoken words. She tried to bite her tongue—she truly did.

And, well, she could only hold it in for so long. Mid-joke while hashing out some insignificant misunderstanding, her hand shot out to pause the unfolding disaster. “Ellie?”

“Okay,” she sighs. “You know I love you, right?”

Your eyebrows furrow as you tilt your head, trying to get a better look at her. “Well… yeah? I’d like to think that I do.”

“Good. Because I do. But, babe… this movie’s shit.”

You feign offense, letting out a soft gasp. “What the hell, Els? Wow…” Shaking your head, just barely holding back a laugh. “I can’t believe you’d do this t’me.”

“These jokes fuckin’ suck!” She says it with a lopsided grin, now turning to face you. She sets the laptop aside, banishing it to the coffee table, before turning her full attention to you. The blankets tumble to the floor, left forgotten like time. “I’m sorry,” you start, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, “can you do better?”

And Ellie takes it as a challenge; she’s been waiting with jokes, locked and loaded. “Hell yeah,” she mutters, her eyes flickering toward you—though she’s really just captivated by you. You shake your head in disbelief, sinking further into the couch.

“C’mon, babe, don’t let gravity bring you down…”

“Oh, God… No. That was horrible!”

“Okay, well maybe don’t take it too Sirius-ly.” You bend both of your knees to lift your legs, gently nudging your feet against your girlfriend’s chest. It’s hard to hide the smile spreading across your lips—the glow of your gleam a victory for Ellie. With a cocky smirk, she grabs your ankles, pulling you further down the couch until your head comes to rest against the arm.

“Did it hurt when you fell from the asteroid belt…?” Her voice is low as she licks her lips, eyes fixed on you. You can’t help but admire the blush dusting her freckled cheeks. It was sweet—she was sweet. “Because, damn, you’re a heavenly body.”

Heat rushes to your face, and you turn your head slightly to the side. No fucking way that actually worked on you—you’re mortified. “Fuck off,” you whine, flushed and flustered.

A hand slips from your ankle, slowly gliding up your calf. “Your gravitational pull is insane,” she rasps, settling down between your legs to hover over you. “Look at that,” she breathes, words fueling the heat steadily growing between you. Ellie leans in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw. “You’ve pulled me into your orbit.”

It sent a shiver down your spine.

“Ellie…”

“Hm?”

“You’re a loser.” She scoffs, but a smirk tugs at her lips, giving you a knowing look.

“Oh yeah? Bet you wanna recreate the big bang with this loser.”

You giggle, lifting your arms to wrap them gently around the back of Ellie’s neck. “Mhm… so why don’t you rock-et my world?”

[artstennisracket]

hi mel!!! congrats on five freaking hundo. woah. could you please write nsfw h for art if it hasn’t been done already? thank u in advance and congrats again!!! 🎉🎉

forgot to add my little a/n my bad! thank you so much for ur request i appreciate you soooo much, I hope you enjoy :)

nsfw alphabet: h for hotspots

pairing: art donaldson x fem!reader

cw: nsfw (18+)

Art was probably the most responsive guy you had ever been with. Anytime you brushed pass him, any of your touches lingered for a little too long, he would get a little too excited.

But you guys were in college and hormones and what not so you didn’t really blame him. You thought that was the end of it, Art just being responsive overall. However you discovered two hotspots that always drove him insane. His ears and his nipples.

You discovered his ears hotspot when you were straddling him, jerking him off. Kissing up the side of his neck like you usually do, when one particular stroke of your hand made him jerk forward. That’s how your lips ended up on his ear, pulling out the highest pitched moan you have ever heard come out of his mouth. Being curious, you licked the outer shell and bit down lightly on his ear lobe, “Fuck baby, I’m gonna—“ and he’s cumming before he can finish the sentence.

His nipples was a discovery you spearheaded in your own. Art never really considered it could be thing for him as a guy. So the next time when you on top, riding him, your eyes locked on his pretty pink nipples. They were just there staring at you, how could you resist? You stopped bouncing and started grinding, so you’d be steady enough to reach out and rub your thumbs lightly over his nipples. He gasps, his fingers digging into your hips. You keep tweaking the buds between your thumb and index fingers. His eyes rolling back as he cums just like that.

You love abusing this information. Especially when you’re out together in public. Licking the outside of his ear after you’ve just whispered something to him. Placing your hands flat on his chest, making sure to drag them over his sensitive buds. And there’s one specific night when you guys go out to the club together. Dancing and grinding on the dance floor, you pull out all the stops. Kissing and sucking on his ears, running your hands under his shirt to tease his nipples, “Baby if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum,” he whines into your ear. You shoot back, “It’s okay. Want you to make a mess for me, like a good boy,” and he cums in his pants, right there on the dance floor.

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[discountlittlebro]

Nerdy big brother x failing little bro

Big bro helps tutor little bro. When he gets a question wrong, he has to strip as a form of punishment. But he gets fingered as a reward for each correct answer. Until big bro can't help but start using lil bro's dripping hole.

Big bro holding his little bro in his lap, at this point he’s down to just a shirt. His brothers fingers are pressing so deep inside him, curling in all the right places.

“C’mon lil bro, we’ve covered this before. What’s the biggest asteroid?”

Little brother who can’t stop squirming, whining and gasping against his brothers relentless touch. He can’t focus, can’t think straight. The hand is his hair pulls his head back and forces him to look at the page.

“Pay attention, brat. I’m not wasting my time here. You know this one.”

“Ah…fuck um..ahh I-it’s not Eros, r-right?”

Another harsh thrust of his fingers has him almost falling forward.

“It’s not Eros. So what is it? Hmm?” Big brothers face is buried in his little brothers neck, sucking and licking dark marks against the skin. “Come on baby boy, you’ve been doing so good.”

“F-mmm uh..I..C-Ceres? It’s ceres right?”

“Good boy! So smart. My smart little brother. I knew you weren’t stupid, those teachers just weren’t teaching you right. It’s alright, big brother knows exactly what you need.”

As he pulls his fingers out, stuffing them into his little brothers mouth to muffle his cries when he finally sinks him down on his throbbing cock.

[the-crooked-library]

one thing that i truly appreciate about Lower Decks is their consistent dedication to the classic Star Trek story balance:

A-plot: Lieutenant Shaxs is wrestling a psychic manifestation of his rage and trauma on the astral plane. Dr. T'Ana is experimenting with her own pain thresholds to better understand anesthetics. "you defeated me, but can you stand your own against dozens of Cardassian warriors?" "they were not warriors! they were occupiers!" exploration of guilt, PTSD. social commentary. how much do we really know about the limits of a living body?..

B-plot: Ensign Barnes is still part cavewoman but she's having her sousaphone recital 🕺💃 there are space cow armadillos in the hangar bay licking asteroids 😑 mpreg tentacle ensign has invited Captain Freeman to their fertility ceremony 🥰

[hot-astrology]

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.

[cosmicdahlias]

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.

[sanjoongie]

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.

[nonhumanhermitheadcanons]

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

[flippyspoon]

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.

[mi-i-zori]

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.

I do not allow anyone to translate, re-use or re-publish my works, be it here or on any other platform, including AI.

CoD AUs - Masterlist

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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.

-

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.

-

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.

[polychromicron-persei-8]

I've fallen hard for Arcane sooo here's a wip excerpt (I AM NOT OK)

“You need to stop saying my name.”

Viktor smiles but his brow furrows, like he’s still trying to work out if they’re playing a game or not.

“You do not like when I say ‘Jayce’? Do I pronounce it wrong? ‘Jayce’…” Viktor says uncertainly, tasting the name, and Jayce hisses out a month’s worth of sexual frustration through his teeth. Viktor looks worried, but then something clicks.

Jayce sees the moment Viktor gets the idea like the shadow of an asteroid growing over his peaceful little settlement, and feels just as powerless to stop it.

“Would you prefer Councillor Talis? Man of Progress?”

Jayce starts murmuring a miserable “no no no” as Viktor licks his lips like he’s cocking a gun.

“Sir?”

[distortionbobble]

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.

[toldbytendo]

𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑑. 🇵🇸🇸🇩🇨🇩🇵🇰🇺🇦💔

14,000 babies. That’s what the UN says. Fourteen thousand. Starving, because they are unable to get the aid they need. And somehow, people still find it in themselves to defend this, to open their fucking mouths to utter the phrase “Israel has a right to defend itself after being attacked” like the occupation of Palestine hasn’t been state-sanctioned violence dressed up as geopolitics for literal decades. Like apartheid isn’t happening in plain sight. Like this isn’t a literal fucking genocide, ethnic cleansing unfolding right before our very eyes.

Meanwhile, in Sudan, entire communities are being ethnically cleansed. In Congo, children are being mutilated and enslaved for the West’s fucking lithium batteries. India and Pakistan are burning under religious fascism and border-obsessed nationalism while the world scrolls on. This isn’t a one-off. This isn’t a glitch in the system. This is the system. Built by colonialism. Fed by white supremacy. Held up by imperialism. Protected by the lie of democracy.

And the UK? Oh, the UK. A fucking third world country wearing a Gucci belt. One of the dirtiest players on the world stage. Selling arms. Funding wars. Licking the boots of empire while they distract the nation with manufactured culture wars. You want to know what fascism looks like? Look no further.

Our Supreme Court just ruled that trans women aren’t “biological women”, whatever that’s supposed to fucking mean — not based on science, not based on fact, but based on hatred. Blatant transphobia paraded around as “protecting women’s rights”, as if a man has ever needed to “pretend to be a woman” to commit violence against women. As if cis men don’t assault and kill women daily, in their own skin, no disguise needed.

Trans women are more likely to be sexually assaulted. More likely to be murdered. And now police officers, are being given the right to search people on suspicion of being trans. What does that even mean? What does that even look like? Does anyone at all even realise what kind of dystopian violence that invites? How that hurts every single woman, trans or not?

This isn’t about safety. It never was. It’s about control. It’s about fragmentation. Divide and conquer. The oldest colonial play in the book. While the poor fight the poor, the powerful keep pillaging, keep killing, keep rewriting laws to strip us of rights, dignity, identity.

And the worst part? The unbelievable part? Is how easily people eat it up. How fast they fall in line. As if they’ve never picked up a book. As if history isn’t right there, repeating itself with a darker twist. As if all this pain, all this suffering, is just background noise.

Capitalism is cannibalising the world. Fascism is not just knocking on the door — it’s in the fucking living room. Genocide is being livestreamed. And the biggest crisis is that nobody seems to care.

I feel politically disillusioned in ways I can’t even articulate anymore. It’s not just anger—it’s disgust. It’s grief. If this is what humanity is, I want out. Count me out. Remove me from the equation. Because I cannot, for the life of me, understand how anyone reads “14,000 babies” and just… continues. Defend it. Justify it.

This species is so cruel, so stupid, so committed to repeating history, they won’t even read a fucking book. I have never felt so ashamed to be part of this species. So humiliated to be human. So completely done.

God, if there’s any mercy left in this cursed timeline—send the asteroid. End scene. Because I’m tired of pretending we deserve this planet.

[ddagent]

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."

[crsssie]

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.