#something about this makes my brain tingle extra good

[bunnyreaper]

welder!ghost who painstakingly crafts you a custom engagement ring, and when the time comes, your matching wedding bands too.

[darksolace18]

Take A Seat

Peter Parker x reader

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It was pretty much still the same for Peter at college. Except that there was no Ned with him to accompany him to his classes.

Nobody really paid attention to him, and he just did his own thing.

But, what he didn't expect was this-

YOU sitting on HIS lap during the class lecture.

Now now, get your minds out of the gutter, it was nothing lewd. You just sat there, and took whatever notes you needed for the class.

Wondering how Peter first got into this position? Let's rewind the scenery a bit shall we?

Mr. Stark had helped Peter after graduation to create a fake cover for him so that he could continue being Spiderman, and also continue the so-called stark internship.

Peter already knew whatever was needed and actually didn't require any extra education and, as Ned put it, his brain had already reached the Einstein Nirvana (Peter truly didn't know what it meant), but he still enjoyed studying.

But sadly, he was not really good at navigating classes on his first day. And he was too shy to ask anyone.

But, after running around, he finally found the classroom with the same room number as printed on his pamphlet.

He also didn't know what class this was, he just knew he had to come to this room and do...something. He wanted to ask someone about it, but yet again refrained cause the students looked like they were already dreading the possible future here.

So Peter, with his brain full of doubts, just simply walked inside and sat down ona random bench inside the classroom.

God knows for how long Peter simply sat there, looking around.

The classes slowly filled up and after a few minutes, the professor had also arrived.

Suddenly, Peter felt a light tap on his shoulder.

He turned out to see a girl standing there, eyebrows raised.

"......can I help you?" Peter asks, feeling a little intimidated under her stare.

"....You are in my seat" She says in a low voice.

Peter blinks at her, before eyes widen in realisation.

"Oh I'm so-" But, before Peter could make a run for it and spend his time ranting to Ned about how he embarrassed himself, the girl simply plopped onto his lap and took out her stationaries.

Peter was..... flabbergasted.

Not only him, pretty much the whole class.

Peter felt his skin crawl under the scrutinizing stares of his classmates. His skin felt hot as the blush rose from his neck till the tip of his ears.

"Uh- Miss-" He stuttered, trying to form coeherent words but it was a failure.

The girl simply ignored him, perched on his thigh and kept her eyes on the board.

Peter was confused as to why the proffessor was not saying anything, and also why the girl just decided to just- sit on his lap.

Usually, his tingle would have gone haywire by now, being so close to an unknown person. But suprisingly, it was calm.

And if he was being honest, he kind of liked the feeling.

The perfume the girl had on was soft, and did not irritate his heightened senses. Which usually is near any female.

Was it even her perfume?

Or was it her body scent?

Peter did not know. He decided to let it go and just enjoy the moment.

"Am I heavy?" A sudden voice, whispered slowly.

It was from the girl sitting on his lap.

"Huh- No no, absolutely not. I mean, do you feel uncomfortable? I can move away if you want" Peter gushed. He didn't want to make the woman feel uncomfortable at all.

"Nah, I'm comfortable. Thanks for the soft seat by the way" she said and he could practically hear the wink she threw at him.

"No problem miss..." Peter drew out.

"Y/N" she replied.

"Miss Y/N" Peter said, and smiled. Pretty name.

Lecture continued, nobody really paid attention to Peter and Y/N at all, the fomer being completely covered by the latter.

Y/N would softly tell him what the proffessor was talking about whenever he would not catch it clearly, and said she is taking notes inplace of him as a thank you.

The whole ordeal felt completely normal for both of them, nobody felt even an ounce of uncomfortable feeling seep into their bones, and felt like they knew each other long.

Peter could honestly confess, Y/N was a pretty woman.

Never in a million years would Peter imagine to ask someone like her to go out with him. And never in a billion years could help imagine a girl like her paying attention to him.

Peter suddenly felt her legs shaking.

Peter's eyes grew.

Oh my god is she-

Peter took a quick peak and saw she was actually not sitting down with all her body weight, and supported her body with her legs which had started to shake due to the strain.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief. It would have been a big mess if she was-

You know it.

You all know it.

But, instictinvely, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up, securely setting her down comfortable on his lap, and relieving her legs from the harsh and odd strain.

He heard an involuntary gasp tumble out from her throat, as he did it.

But surprisingly, she didn't stop him.

And what even more suprising was that she didn't shove his hands away from her waist, where he had his hands wrapped around.

They both were full on cuddling in class during a lecture.

Ned was going to flip.

Peter loved the softness and fullness of her waist, and it felt like he was hugging a giant teddy.

The feeling was so good that he leaned his head in her back and sighed out in content.

He felt soft hands carrass his arms and wash all his worries away for sometime.

He simply was enjoying the moment a lot.

"Class Dismissed" the proffessor announced.

The body in top of him didn't move, and neither did he.

There was several shuffling sounds as the class emptied out, leaving them both there alone.

"....Tired?" Y/N asked him, feeling him nod on her back.

"Well.....do you want me to get up?" She asked once again. But he groaned and tightened his arms around her, not ready to leave the warm and comfortable pillow he was holding.

The girl laughed out and patted his hands "Let's go get coffee- what's your name?" She asked.

"Peter, Peter Parker." He replied, voice muffled.

"Okay, let's go for a cup of coffee Peter. It's a date" She said with a smile. Getting a smile back in return.

[piratefishmama]

Nest | Part 4

A Steddie A/B/O ficlet

Eddie hadn’t skimped on ‘personal’ items. His bags were full to the brim, not of things for him to wear, but of other people’s clothes. Other people’s things.

He had sweatshirts, he had shirts, he had an old pair of jeans, some hoodies, he had pillowcases and extra blankets to throw over the scentless nest building ones provided.

He was prepared to fill his nest with comforting scents. Yet there wasn’t a single alpha scent among them.

Steve felt… comfortable there. He wasn’t intruding on anyone’s rightful place, the alpha in him felt like it belonged in that spot when Eddie finally decided he’d had enough of layering hoodies and shirts generously donated by his bandmates and friends and settled himself back next to Steve, laying in that spot where he’d just taken a momentary break, hands tired.

So it was kind of a surprise when Eddie came out, after a moments silence, with “I’m missing something.” Like it wasn’t that big of a deal if he didn’t have it, but it wasn’t there, so he needed to make it known.

“I can have one of the staff call your emergency contact if you want, see if they can get it for you?” Robin would still be at the front desk, she wouldn’t mind.

“N-no… no i—I don’t think Wayne would be able to get what I need. It’s… dumb. It’s dumb, I don’t need it, it’s okay.” Steve shifted so he was on his side, elbow propping his face up as he looked down at the omega.

So, he was pretty. He was very pretty. He was a goddamn pretty omega at that angle, how had Steve just never noticed before?

Had he really been that blind in high school?

“Eddie… whatever it is, it’s not dumb, think of it like this… pregnant omegas will ask for the weirdest shit to eat, like… the weirdest combination of foods, apparently my mother? She always asked for Celery covered in Nutella, and tuna with beef pâté on this fancy herb bread my Nonna bakes” the expression, yeah Eddie was very cute. Too cute actually. “I mention this, because it’s important to cater to those weird requests, cause that’s your body basically asking for whatever nutrients comes from those things. That’s your body saying I need something that’s in those things, combine them for quicker consumption. It’s the same sort of concept, you’re in pre-heat, that little omega part of your brain is asking for something it needs, it’ll be stressed without it making this whole thing less effective. So what is it?”

Steve had done his training, he'd spent hours, weeks, months, years of his life learning this shit so he could be better, so he could help people like Eddie.

So he could be there for someone who needed him, because so few had needed him while growing up.

So he could tell that Eddie was obviously conflicted. Brows furrowed, his bottom lip captured between his teeth worrying at the plush skin reddening it and— okay stop focusing on his lips, Steve.

“You won’t judge me?” God could those eyes get any prettier? Any bigger? Any shinier?  

Steve just about managed to catch the little whine at the back of his throat, caught it before it escaped, critical hit right there. He needed to get himself under control. “Eddie…”

“You were such a judgy bitch in high school, Steve! You cant blame me for being hesitant now.”

“Okay. I’ll give you that.” He was judgemental. He and Robin had spent many hours judging people from the reception desk, never the Omegas but definitely random staff members or people who brought their family members in, those who were fair game basically “I can be judgemental, you’re right, it’s in my nature, but never here, you’re safe here, I swear.”

“So like… a customer service smile?”

Steve grinned, all teeth, eyes shining with amusement in a way that made Eddie feel good, it gave him fuzzies.

“Exactly like a customer service smile, only with you—” Steve had the audacity to boop his nose just to watch the adorable little scrunch it garnered. Eddie couldn’t even be mad, his whole being just kind of tingled at the minimal contact. An alpha touched him. He wanted more. Steve was right next to him, close enough to curl into, that broad chest of his close enough to burrow into and snooze for a while. “I mean it.”

So he did just that. He rolled inwards. Decided Steve’s chest was exactly where he wanted to be and if Steve let him, which he did, the alpha merely letting out a soft, surprised sound, before wrapping an arm around Eddie’s body to hold him there, Eddie would stay. Comfortable. Practically purring in contentment.

He had the best alpha in his nest. He was going to enjoy it dammit!

“I’ve… never had anything of an alpha’s in my nest” he finally admitted into the soft fabric of Steve’s shirt. It made sense. He’d never had an alpha in his life, of course he wouldn’t have had anything of an alpha’s in his nest. “I was just—I just thought that maybe… it’s stupid but—maybe you’d give me something?”

It must have been the right thing to say, because the sweetest smell of cinnamon buns, toasted marshmallows, and the most delightful rumble of a sound seemed to just burst from Steve’s whole being.

The Alpha was pleased. His Alpha. His. Steve was his now. No returns.

Steve squeezed him. Squished him into his chest in a hug. His Alpha was damn near euphoric, it was the right thing to say, right thing to do, and it got him a wonderful hug too. God, Steve had such perfect arms. Perfect chest too, Eddie just wanted to bury his face between those pectorals and stay there.

Which was good because Steve didn’t seem to be keen on letting him go. Good.

“Anything” Steve answered him, tilting his head down to press his face into all those fluffy curls and just breathe. The Omega in his arms crooning softly in delight “I’d give you anything, Eddie… anything you want, it’s yours.”

Steve. He wanted Steve. It felt like such a good time to ask too. Anything, Steve said anything, and Eddie was an opportunistic little shit when he wanted to be, he could ask for anything and Steve would give it to him. Was this what it felt like to be wanted by an alpha? To feel his whole body alight with warmth? It wasn’t even sexual, he just… he felt good.

An immense amount of pleasure that had nothing to do with sex, it was just… like he’d found his spot and didn’t have to leave it. Home. He’d found home.

“Then… can I have you?”

Part 6

[taffycandyqt]

hey so how do you think the tmnt 2003 boys would deal with having helped (more like mother hen) their s/o back to good health and s/o is just super cuddly and loving after. “Well I’ve got to thank you some way for looking after me”. “I’m not making it a habit of getting hurt, but I liked the attention”. “Normally I’d just deal with this stuff on my own” <-explanation why they enjoyed the smothering from their favourite mutant turtle?

You always give some great writing prompts my friend. 👌👌👌

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Your boyfriend helps you out when your sick. No one's ever done that for you before, so safe to say your feeling extra cuddly when your all better.

2003 turtles (separately) x reader

Warnings: none

Fluff, angst?

Established relationship

Leo:

It was flu season and well, you had an incredibly weak immune system.

If felt like your brain was stuffed with cotton balls and you couldn't breath through your nose.

Breathing through your throat hurt but it was the only way to get your oxygen.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Safe to say you haven't stopped by the lair in a while and contacting the guys was the least of your worries.

Leo was getting worried so he decided to stop by your place and was terrified to see you so sick and BY YOURSELF.

WHO LEAVES A SICK PERSON ALONE???

Nononononono.

You'll try and tell him your fine and that you can take care of it but he's attitude is basically "no shut up."

He will get you all your meals, refill your water as many times he needs to, gets you all your medicine, and anything else you might need.

If there is something he can do, he will.

And well... You felt spoiled.

It would be a lie to say you didn't enjoy it.

This was the first time someone had ever made such a fuss about you.

And it continued until you were all better.

"Hey Leo, can I come in?" You ask outside his bedroom.

This is the first time you'd stopped by the lair since you'd gotten over your sickness.

"Of course," he answered.

As you entered you saw him reading over some Japanese scrolls on his desk. You walked towards him and looked over his shoulder to get a better view.

"There Master Splinters," he told you, "He says it's important to know the events of the past in order to learn from them."

He continued to tell you about what he was reading and why he thought it was important but you couldn't hear him. You wished you could have listened better but the burning sensation tingling just below your skin was too distracting.

He had been with you all day everyday during your sickness and now that you were better, you really missed him. You wanted to kiss his face and wrap his arms around you. You watched the way his lips moved as he spoke to you and the way his face lit up while talking. As you sat there watching him a warm glow bloomed between you both. A soft comfortable atmosphere full of love.

As he was talking you reached out and wrapped him in a hug, unable to keep to yourself any longer.

"Y/n? Are you alright?" You weren't normally super touchy, so this was new for him.

"Yeah. Keep talking."

He eyed you curiously but then picked up where he had left off. This time though he wrapped his arm around you and leaned back on his other. You nuzzled further into the crook of his neck before pecking the bottom of his gaw. This time his pause was quite abrupt.

"Are you sure you're alright? You aren't acting like yourself," he questioned.

"I'm better than ever Leo. I just feel like cuddling my boyfriend," you looked up at him, "Is that so wrong?"

Leo flushed but then smiled softly at you.

"Not at all."

Raph:

When you called Raph and said you wouldn't be stopping by for a while, naturally, he was curious as to why.

He was also curious why your voice was so raspy and why you were coughing.

When you told him you were sick, all three of those questions were answered and he was on his way to you before you even hung up.

He showed up at your place like 🧍let me in.

Safe to say you were very confused by his sudden appearance.

You let him in and he took out a can of soup from a plastic bag he was holding and then handed the bag over to you.

He would detail everything it contained before telling you to get some rest while he made you something to eat.

After he left your room you kinda just stood there staring at the door he had disappeared through.

The bag had different kinds of medicine for specific symptoms, a couple movies, some non sugary snacks, and a rice bag you could heat up or through in the freezer for later.

He was a surprisingly comforting presence to have around when sick.

And he stuck with you throughout the whole thing.

Safe to say that after the whole thing you felt like showing him some lovin'

Raph had come to check in on you as early as possible, as per the routine for the past couple of days. He would show up in the dark hours of the morning, stay till midnight when you were fast asleep, leave, repeat. This way when you were awake he was always there.

Today though, you were already awake. Granted you were still in bed, in your pjs. It was clear you haven't left your bed. But you were sitting on your bed, wide awake, reading a book.

"Good morning," you greeted him, setting your book down to look at him.

"How long have you been up? Shouldn't you be asleep to help you get better," he posed the question as more of a statement.

"I'm already better," you smiled at him.

"Really now?" He walked over to you with a playful smile on his face.

He knew you were being silly, which is why he has a hard time believing you were actually better. He leaned down a little and placed a hand on your forehead. You weren't particularly warm. He grabbed the thermometer from off your nightstand.

"Really Raph?" You teased.

"Really," he teased back.

He set it in your mouth and waited a couple of seconds until it beeped. When it did he pulled it out and read a normal and completely healthy temperature. He set it down and looked back at you.

"you breathing okay? No stuffed nose or sore throat?"

"Nope!"

"Your not sore anywhere?"

"Not even a little bit!"

Raph stood quiet for a bit. He cycled between looking at you, touching your head, and checking the thermometer a couple of time.

"Are you sure?"

If you didn't know any better he almost seemed a bit disappointed. Unbeknownst to you, he actually enjoyed the time he took to take care of you. You decided to try something. You scooted over on your bed and opened the covers a little bit for him.

"Come on," you softly while patting the space next to you.

His eyes widened not expecting the offer, but took it quickly. You leaned into him resting your head on his collar bone.

"I- what?" He choked out.

"I am feeling a little tired though. Rest with me?"

Okay, so maybe you didn't want this to end just yet either. No one has ever devoted so much time and energy to you before and you just wanted to soak up as much of his presence as you could. Raph didn't say anything in response. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled the blanket higher on the both of you.

Donny:

You weren't feeling to hot.

Or, scratch that, you felt waaaay to hot.

And not in the good way.

You decided some time in bed would be a good idea so you called Don to tell him you wouldn't be coming round for a while.

Today was supposed to be a date too but oh well😔

When he learned that you were sick he gathered everything he could find to help and made us way over to you.

I'm talking immune boosting tea, liquid IV, vitamin D chewables, vitamin water with antioxidants, ect.

Bro wants you to get better so fast.

Just take it, don't be like, 'no it's okay, you don't have to do that it's not that bad!'

Cuz then he will want to cook for you.

And I'm not joking when I say that is it canon that this man CANNOT COOK.

Please don't let him near your kitchen, just take the vitamins.

After you take everything he brought and settled in for a nap he'll kinda just stand there awkwardly.

Like, he want to help more but he's already done everything he could think of.

Unless you invite him to cuddle or something he's just gonna hang around your room until you wake up.

He didn't leave you side the entire time you were sick, and well, it touched you.

After you got better, you felt it was only fair that you returned the favor.

"Hey Don?"

"Yes hon?"

"You at a good stopping place?"

"Huh? Uh... Yeah... juuuuu-" he made a few short adjustments to the contraption infront of him, "-uuuuuust there! What do you need?"

He turned to you with a smile on his face.

"You're not feeling sick again are you?"

"What? Oh, no no. I'm feeling great!" Standing up straight to showcase your good health.

"That's good then," he guided you to the couch in the train car and sat you down, "what can I do for you then?"

"Actually can you sit next to me for a second?" You asked.

"Oh sure," he took a seat next to you on the couch.

You really missed his company after you got better. You especially missed his cuddles. He was always there, consistently and constantly. It made you feel so loved and appreciated, but now that he's not around all the time, you've been feeling a bit lonely. You were a little embarrassed to ask him to cuddle though, so you really weren't sure what to do. Because of this, you sat there nervously fidgeting trying to figure out exactly what you were going to say.

Donnie noticed your discomfort and put a hand on your shoulder to try and ground you from your thoughts. What he didn't expect was this to prompt a sudden and tight hug from you immediately after.

"Is everything alright?" He was a little worried now.

"Yes I just want a hug," you squeaked.

"Oh," he chuckled, "alright."

He embraced you and pulled you closer. He smiled to himself about how cute you were.

Mikey:

Oh precious boy has attachment issues.

You tell him you can't come by cuz your sick, bro is packing an overnight pack and everything.

Dude will literally camp out at your place until your better.

He doesn't really know much about taking care of someone when there sick and he didn't really think about it.

But when you ask him for something he'll get it. When you go to do something he'll do it.

Legit just wants you to spend time getting better and that's it.

Be prepared for lots of movie nights.

Dude loves horror so if you don't you better tell him.

Honestly horror isn't even that bad with him though cuz he is talking the whole time.

Watching any movie with Mikey is honestly the best.

He says the most out of pocket stuff and his reactions are so over the top, it's usually more entertaining than the movie itself.

When you do get better and start coming by the lair again you can't shake the feeling of wanting to be near him.

One thing about your relationship with Mikey is that physical touch was a big love language. That and quality time. When you were sick Mikey slept over every night and it was great. Now that you were better you both agreed he should probably move back in at the lair.

You were kicking yourself for that now. Everytime you've visited the lair after you just wanted some alone time with Mikey but his family is always doing something and when they weren't he'd be to dense to pick up on your hints. Gosh he's such a an idiot sometimes. Unfortunately you love idiots so these are the cards you delt yourself.

Then an idea hit you. If you can't get some time when you go to him, why not get him to come to you! So you called Mikey about maybe having a movie night at your place that night. Unsurprisingly he said yes, quite enthusiastically.

With the plan set in place you cleaned up your room a bit making sure to throw away any loose trash and vacuum. Was your room a mess when he slept over? Yes. But, for one, you were sick and two, Mikey was staying over. He wasn't exactly the picture of cleanly habits. Realistically you knew he wouldn't care whether it was messy or not but you wanted to relax with him. You couldn't relax in a messy room. After you were finished it was only a matter of time before Mikey swung by.

"Guess whoo!!" Mikey sung from your open window.

"Hmmmmm. A particularly intelligible pigeon?" You answered not turning around from your closet.

You had been looking for your extra blankets for you both to use while you snuggled.

"Hahaha," he answered sarcastically stepping into your room, "Now the real question is what do we wanna watch? I got Slasher and Friday the Thirteenth and Chuckie OR we could do a trilogy!"

When you turned around you noticed he had brought his entire case of movies with him even though he was only gonna be there for the night.

"Let's stick with a single, stand alone movie yeah?" You told him sweetly as you lazily adjusted the blankets on your bed.

"WHAT! You only want to watch ONE movie!?"

"Mikey, we'll only have time for one movie!" you laughed.

"You said movie night!" He told you clearly distressed.

"You normally only watch ONE movie at a movie night!" You informed him, unable to quell your chortling.

"WHA- BUT-" He looked at his box of movies.

How was he only supposed to pick one!? Once you were able to calm down you saw him looking over his movie crate concerned.

"Mikey, just one nice tonight doesn't mean no more movies ever. We can watch one tonight and another a different night. We could even have a marathon at some point."

"You promise?"

"I promise," you grinned at him.

And with that Mikey grabbed a movie and started it up. He had gotten comfortable on the bed before you could even get on. When you did join him he nudged a big bad of potato chips your way, you both would be sharing. As the movie continued you slowly moved closer to him until you were practically on top of him. By the end of it you weren't even facing the movie, opting to nuzzle into his chest.

Mikey if course didn't notice, too invested in the film in front of him. When the movie ended however he noticed he was unable to move how he wanted. Only then realizing that you were completely cuddled into him. He flushed and stuttered, oh how he wishes he knew when this happened. He wasn't sure if you were awake or not though until you told him to put in another movie.

"I-I-I thought you said only one?" His voice wiggly.

"I think we can break that rule once in a while."

With that Mikey popped in another movie, this time one that wasn't particularly his favorite. This way he could focus on returning your affections.

[lilithaban]

books and kisses

pairings: wonwoo x female reader

— filo setting

🖋️: smut, crack!

warning: 🔞, mature content, profanities, dick riding, unprotected s!x, dry humping, d! riding, bl!wj!b, multiple org!sm

— dni minors!

posted: february 14, 2023

happy reading!

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“That wasn't the case AJ,”

I rolled my eyes and tried not to argue with these four eyes on my side. Yes, I'm with Jeon fucking Wonwoo. The astute fuckass.

"Nye nye nye, I stand for what I speak for 'no!'" "I know I'm right," I said confidently.

"Oh my, you're not just looking at the slides that Sir Fernando gave us, it said that coagulation is a natural mechanism that acts to reduce blood loss from hemorrhage,"

Him and his smartass brain.

Gusto ko na lang siyang sapakin

“Basically, coagulation's role is to diminish blood ha not to remove the blood,”

Sa sobrang inis ko sa kayabangan niya nagbasa na lang ako ng book ni Murakami. Mas naiintindihan ko pa 'to kesa sa nirereview namin.

“Nakikinig ka ba, Aj?” I heard him called me but I refuse to response kasi nga fuck you siya.

Hinablot niya naman sakin yung librong binabasa ko at pinagtaasam niya ako ng kilay. “Paano mo naman ako matatalo niyan sa anaphy kung iba binabasa mo”

Sinapak ko siya sa braso at inirapan. “Ang yabang mo talaga! wala naman akong pake sa rankings na yan. Wala naman na akong will para mag-aral,” walang gana kong sinabi at inagaw sa kamay niya yung libro.

“Well if you say so. suit yourself then”

Konti na lang tatadyakan ko na to nakakainis yung tono ng pananalita eh.

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I'm not sure how long it's been, but we're still studying for midterms in anatomy and physiology. He's teaching me the terminology that I've missed upon when I've been away. I'm bored, but all I can do is stare at him as he flexes how much his brain can store. And I find him very attractive, no, he is really attractive I'm not gonna lie about that but whenever he is serious and talking things like this make me feel things.

He's just Jeon Wonwoo, a man with black glasses. A man wearing plain black shirt almost everyday. A man with monolid eyes.

Simple lang naman 'tong hayop na to pero parang ang extra pogi niya ngayon?!

As I stared intently at him I feel something down there. I'm starting to move like a fucking worm because I feel tingling sensation down there. And I'm not that noob to know.

I'm fucking turn on pero nagsasalita lang naman siya dyan, nagrereview para sa midterms namin pero shet tangina

Kantutin mo ako naman ako Wons!

Syempre sinabi ko lang yan sa utak ko medyo nerd 'tong mayabang na 'to eh. Pero dahil hindi ako pinalaking duwag ng mama ko tinanong ko siya.

“Wons,” tawag ko sa kanya at kinalabit siya

“Hmm”

“I want to have sex with you”

Siguro kung may iniinom tong kape mabibilaukan to. Sa gulat niya eh nawala siya sa balanse kahit na nakaupo lang siya kaya nahulog yung mga libro na nakapatong sa tabi niya.

“What?!”

Lumapit ako sakanya at dahan-dahan inalis yung mga reviewer sa hita niya at kumandong sa kanya saka pinuwesto ang dalawang kamay ko sa balikat niya.

Tinitigan ko muna siya nang mabuti bago nagsalita. Tanginang to ang pogi talaga

Taena ano bang nangyayari sakin ngayon?!

“I said wanna have sex with you,”

I slowly grind on his lap. Good thing I wore skirt today so ramdam na ramdam ko yung bukol sa jeans niya. I'm starting to feel things right now. Alam kong basang-basa na ako down there.

"I hate to admit this, but you're really attractive, you know, but today?! I'm not sure what kind of potion you did drank, but I see you extra fucking hot today, and your stupid mouth teaching me terms made me feel a tingling sensation,"

I'm still grinding on his lap, and I can already hear his heavy breathing. I swear his piercing stares can kill me in an instant! He looks like a tiger about to devour his prey. His already turn on but he's not saying anything.

Fucking shit, I'm only grinding at him but I can feel liquid flowing from my hole. What the fuck I already did cum but this bitch still staring at me I mean more likely glaring!

“Oh my god wons, aren't you gonna response? I already cum and you're still an ass—” hindi ko na natuloy sasabihin ko nang bigla niya akong sinunggaban ng halik.

Para akong mababaliw sa paraan niya ng paghalik. He's kissing me, but it's sloppy. He never let any part of my lips dry. His lips are devouring my lips. Oh my god, he is such a good fucking kisser.

The kiss progressed from sloppy to aggressive and deeper. Our tongues are already fighting when he breaks off to remove his glasses before kissing me again.

Oh my fuck ang hot ng pagkakatanggal niya ng glasses!

He quickly kissed me again after removing the major obstacle to our make out session. Habang bumaba labi niya sa leeg ko naramdaman ko ang paglakbay ng kamay nito magmula sa bewang ko patungo sa skirt ko.

“Mhhmmm” napaungol ako ng bigla kong naramdaman kamay nitong hinihimas puke ko kahit na may suot pa akong underwear. Nakakabaliw. Ang sarap.

Hinihimas niya palang naman yung puke ko pero para na akong lalabasan or did I cum again...already?

Naggrind ulit ako sa ibabaw niya habang patuloy ang pagpapak ng mga lab nito sa leeg ko. “Ay putangina ka” napasigaw ako ng warakin niya ang damit ko, revealing my mounds since I'm not wearing anything underneath that top.

Ramdam ko ang diin ng mga titig ni Wons sakin. “Hoy wala talaga akong suot na bra since ikaw lang naman yan. And besides I have my cardigan with me 'no”

Totoo naman! siya lang naman kasama ko kaya hindi na rin ako nagbra atsaka may dala akong cardigan. Malay ko bang hindi niya napansin utong ko kanina. “Damn, you are fucking hot” napamura pa ito bago nilamas at nilamon nito ang dibdib ko.

Napapa-arko na yung katawan ko sa sensasyong dulot ni Wons sakin. I just know na nilabasan na ako for the third time. Wala na akong pake na sabihin pa iyon sa kanya.

Umalis ako sa kandungan niya at hinubad lahat ng natitirang saplot sa katawan ko. Tinaasan ko ng kilay ang lalaki sa harapan ko habang yung gago...

Naka manspread may diin yung mga titig niya parang kinikiliti yung tinggil ko. Halos mapamura na ako nang kagatin nito ang labi niya at hinila ulit ako pa-upo sa kandungan niya. Kinurot ko ang tagiliran niya pero hindi pa rin siya natinag.

"Why don't you take off your damn clothes?” kahit na gumigiling pagkakasabi ko nun eh marahan pa rin akong gumigilinh sa ibabaw niya. Hindi pa rin siya nagsasalita at habang ako mas lalong naging magaslaw yung paggiling ko dahil ramdam ko na nalalabasan na naman ako.

And at this point, I'm going to lose my shit. I've already cum multiple times and don't want to cum again without him fucking my hole!

“Oh my god wons. I'm don already”

Sa inis ko ako na lang nag initiate. Nagmamadali kong kinalas ang belt niya. Binaba ang zipper ng jeans niya sabay binaba ito kasama ng underwear niya.

Napalunok ako sa nakita ko. I mean I know he's big alright! but I didn't expect him to be this BIG.

Hindi na ako nagsayang ng oras pa at walang pasabing sinubo ang ari nito. Tangina sa laki ng ari niya halos mabilaukan na ako kahit na hindi ko pa naman sinusubo ng buo ito.

“Fuck”

“Damn baby I like how dominant you are”

“Fuck you, yes right there”

“You are taking me so well baby”

“Aaaahhh- mmhhmm”

Dahil sa nga narinig ko mas lalo pa akong ginanahan na chupain siya. Naka tingin lamang ako sakanya habang pinapaligaya ito. Nakapikit ba nga mata nito at mahigpit ang hawak sa buhok ko habang nakaawang ang bibig niya.

Mayamaya pa ay napadaing siya dahil tuluyan na siyang nilabasan. At dahil hindi ako pinalaking mahina ni mama nilunok ko lahat ng nilabas nito.

“Hmm you taste so good. I'd like to taste that lollipop again” I said with my flirty voice

Nagulat na lamang ako dahil bigla ako nitong inangat at biglang binagsak sa hita niya. Napahiyaw ako dahil walang pasabing pinasok nito ang ari niya sakin.

“Aj, I'm sorry but I cannot eat you now because the library is about to close and I need to fuck with you right now,”

After hearing that I slowly move on his lap. Adjusting myself on how big he is. Mayamaya pa ay bumibilis na ang pagtaas-baba ko sa kandungan niya.

“Putangina ang laki mo wons”

“Shit ang sarap sarap mo, Aj”

“A-aaahh fuck”

Sumabay na rin sa ritmo si wons kaya rinig na rinig pagsasallukan ng mga balat namin na siyang nagdagdag lamang ng libog sa aming mga katawan.

Umaarko na ang likod ko at mga mata ko'yo papikt-pikit na dahil sa sobrang sarap ng pagkantot nito sakin sabayan pa ng pagbigay ng mga malalagkit na halik sa dibdib ko.

“Ooh my shit I'm cuming”

“Fuck you, let's cum together”

Napahawak ako ng mahigipit sa balikat niya ng labasan na kami parehas. Ramdam ko ang pag-puno ng katas nito sa puke ko.

Pagod na pagod akong yumakap sakanya. Naghahabol ng hininga habang nakapasok pa rin ang ari nito sa butas ko.

“I don't know that you are this naughty.”

Natawa na lamang ako sa sinabi nito dahil wala na akong lakas para magsalita pa.

“Mmhmm let's go. We'll continue this to my condo,”

"And you'll still need to recite what I taught you today baby. Well after all anaphy is your mortal enemy”

[jungkookstatts]

Nepenthe - University Superstar Drabble 3

Nepenthe - [N]. Something that can make you forget grief or suffering

[Summary]: Jungkook’s life has always been a polarizing battle. It has been pushed and pulled from a constant fight about which should take control: his heart, or his brain? He could never balance it all, the overwhelming emotions too much to even out all by himself. But when he met you…all of that disappeared. When he met you, he felt both organs rest, allowing him to embrace all that is life, and all that is you.

[Theme]: Jock!Jk, LacrossePlayer!JK x TeacherIntern!Y/N, Friends(?)ToLovers!AU, EnimeisToLovers!AU, Inside the mind of Jeon Jungkook

[Rating]: 18+ for mentions of the deed, fluff (so many tingling feelings), a slight hint of cheating (if you'll call it that [I feel like everyone has a different boundary with what they associate as cheating, so I'll put this here and leave it for you to decide])

[Word Count]: 1,545

[A/n]: Not me setting my expectations for men to the highest standard with this drabble. Read with caution.

[Masterlist]

Jungkook was the quiet boy. He always kept to himself, just bunny smiles and wide eyes as he went about his younger years.

The boy was good. Never had to flip his green card to yellow or red in his life — minus the one time he accidentally hurt a girl's feelings in the second grade for calling her pigtails uneven.

He never missed a day of class, never once received a grade lower than a C+, and never got involved in drama or fights.

Every day was a blessing when he was growing up. His parents taught him well, giving their son their best heretic traits of pure goodness to Jungkook to go about his life with. He was giving and generous with his friends, even more so to strangers. Always giving up his favorite things to make someone feel better or sacrificing his time to spend a little extra with someone who needed him near. Beyond humble and caring he was, always the teacher’s favorite student.

But that was Jungkook. He was the good boy. Until he came face-to-face with puberty.

Junior High was dreadful. That goodness he went about life in started to not make sense. He was angry and breaking out in pimples and his voice started cracking with every breath he took. In what world would holding goodness be okay when the growing pains in his shin provoked him to quit the soccer team?

It was a mess. He was a mess.

And he was so unbelievably horny.

It was embarrassing how horny he was.

In the eighth grade, he was chosen to be the class speaker at his graduation ceremony. However, as he stood up there, all he could think about was whether or not the crowd could see the massive boner he waist-banding under his belt buckle. It was as if he was sporting a hard-on with every breath he took, and suddenly he realized that his right hand became much stronger than his left.

The next two years couldn’t have gone by any quicker, because soon Jungkook was the most popular kid in his high school. His sophomore year was by far the easiest with the way he was climbing up in popularity.

Jungkook was in every upper math class, honors, and AP course a person could possibly have the opportunity to fit into one semester. Despite being in classes with total nerds and questionable individuals, the minute he exited his upper-level courses, he was bombarded with the cheerleading team sticking their boobs in his face and his own friends fighting to ask him when he had the next day off practice to hang out together.

He would have guessed it was from his final stages of puberty. Finally, that crack in his voice was gone, and the pains in his bones were starting to fade. Besides, he was pulling so many women, he started getting tested every week just to make sure that he wasn’t overdoing it with how much sex he was having.

By his senior year of high school, he was one of the tallest, most athletic kids in the class. And, as if no one was expecting it at all, he was elected his high school's prom king.

Through it all, Jungkook still didn’t find much reason to apologize. It was a strange word coming from his lips. He had always respected others enough to the point where it was rare that he really did anything wrong. Not because he was a person who didn’t have any negative thoughts or who didn’t indulge in negative actions. But Jungkook was always good at blending. If he wanted to do something bad, he did it with others. If he had negative thoughts, he pretended he didn’t. Big walls and big problems formed from his very own defense mechanism to never have to run into upsetting someone else from his presence.

His “jockiness” formed with his first girlfriend, Park Haneul. She was quite the opposite of Jungkook. If she had a problem, she’d say it right then and there with no warning or build-up to coat any of her insults. She also constantly had a problem with Jungkook, which made it really hard for him to understand why. He felt like he was doing all the right things — he listened to her, let her cry on his shoulder, hugged her when she was feeling down, made her tea when she was angry, gave up almost all his time for her, took her out on the over-ly expensive dates she demanded as a “make-up” technique. He did it all, and yet there were still fights and a dissatisfied girlfriend by the end of the day.

When he finally got fed up after being yelled at and told that he wasn’t being a good boyfriend, he figured he needed to say that he was sorry to make it right. However, it was really hard for him to muster the words to apologize.

Instead? He coated himself with the biggest percentage of confidence within himself that he could bring out.

And, well.

It worked.

His relationship with Haneul began to feel like a ride in a Rolls-Royce. Not a singular bump in the road or crack in the windshield could be felt. His relationship with her was smooth sailing. However, just because he couldn’t feel the bumps in the road or the cracks in the windshield, doesn’t mean they weren’t there.

Three years rolled by, and he couldn’t do it anymore. There was no "pop", no drive that made him feel this overwhelming sense of love he knew he was supposed to feel when she told him she loved him. It wasn't fair to either of them, and he couldn't take it anymore. Not when he realized that he wasn’t feeling anything when he looked into her eyes. Not when he looked in yours and felt the life of passion you lived through them.

He wanted that. He wanted to hold your face and stare into your eyes until he could learn how it felt to feel like you did. He wanted to be near you; to watch that fire in your eyes teach him how to live as you warmed his soul while doing so.

And so, he left in search of your fire. He searched and searched and searched until he found it in a coffee shop, covered in his coffee. With just a bat of your eyes, you became a nepenthe to him. Years of pining and tensity he spent while trying to find you lifted, and that desire to join you in life came back.

It was a strong desire for Jungkook to be everything to you. To be the reason you light up in flames and laugh until your stomach hurts and to be the person you run to when you need to feel safe. He wanted to do everything to you that you did to him. And he soon found himself in a crossfire between who he was in elementary school and who he was in high school. A heart of humility and good, so full of passion and warmth, competing with his defensive brain who so brutally reminded him of all the walls he built in order to protect that special heart of his.

It took reality to break his wall. While your aura warmed him, it also warmed everyone else. And you were in high demand to light aflame to whoever captured it first.

But the fact angered Jungkook. You’re not to be captured. You’re to be spread, just like a fire naturally would. And if he had to spend the rest of his life protecting your flame from those who dared misunderstood it, then he was going to do it with everything he had.

The intimacy of being understood was what made him fall in love with you. Though you slowly began melting his candle into the pores of your heart, that look in your eyes sped up the process. It was as if you held him hostage as you nodded your head, telling him that you understood, telling him that you loved him. Euphoria ripped through his body, that feeling of falling in love for the first time was excessive, almost abnormal as it took over his soul.

You single-handedly made him forget all of his grief — years of suffering he spent trying to balance himself and figure out who he was and what he wanted to feel in life. You gave him joy on a silver platter, handing it to him as if you didn't just find his true self protected behind all those walls.

It was then that he realized that you’re gonna be where all his paths end. You've embraced his weakness and helped him strengthen into this foreign body he knows is himself but better. That weak, confused boy at the center of thick walls and defense mechanisms and hurtful words stands with you by his side. He’s made it a mission to go about his new life, walking with you with the intent be everything to you that you are to him. This is the start and end of all lines. He does not want more. He just wants you. Only you, and you alone.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023] 

[baizhoobies]

Kunikida x gn!Reader - Birthday Special

A/N: Super quick lil drabble for my favourite BSD character. Happy birthday to the most baby girl ever.

Warnings: suggestive! 18+

6:00: Despite it being my birthday, I chose to wake up the same time as I usually would on a work day. I noticed Y/N slept through my alarm. I chose not to wake them.

6:30: I am dressed, though my red ribbon that I use as a bow tie daily is missing. I am frustrated to say the least, even my spares are missing. If I am to remain on time of my schedule, I will have to make do without it.

7:30: I left the apartment for work, I decided not to disturb my partner’s sleep; though they seemed to stir when I gave them a goodbye kiss on the forehead.

7:55: Arrived 5 minutes early. Time to begin todays work.

Even on his birthdays, Kunikida worked harder than he usually would. He’d overexert himself, trying his best to not allow obstacles get in his way of his schedule (to which Dazai cannot resist messing with). As Kunikida stared at his computer screen, around 9am he gets a text message from you. Something along the lines of: “Happy Birthday Doppo, I love you I love you I love you 🥳🎂💕” followed by a “actually, I take it back because you left without saying goodbye 😡”

Of course, Kunikida apologised but thought it best to let you sleep as it was your day off; just because he was a stickler for following his schedules, he never subjected you to adhere to his rules. There was a part of him that wanted to book work off just to spend time with you for his birthday - though the very thought of breaking his schedule for a day gave him shivers.

Like most days, if something was amiss with the punctual Kunikida, Dazai’s observational skills were top notch. He questioned Kunikida on his lack of tie, to which Kunikida had nothing nice to say in return to his bastard partner. Though, he did think where they could have gone, he almost felt naked without it. He tried to pay it no mind until he texts you, asking if you moved them or at least seen them. Your only response was a 🤷 and he didn’t ask further.

-

Once the work day is complete he walked home, notebook in hand and read over all that happened that day, and all that will happen tomorrow. Another work day. He sighs but is eager to get home, he wonders what he’ll get up to to celebrate - he wouldn’t usually care, birthdays are just another day. but he knew that you wanted to make him feel special - one of the many qualities he loved about you.

“Y/n I’m back” Kunikida called out, expecting you to be in the living room, however, as he walked into his apartment, his eyes glanced downwards and thats when he sees something that drained the blood from his face and his spirit to jump out of his body. There you were, wearing nothing but your underwear, kneeling down at the front door to greet your boyfriend. (What a good little house spouse you are)

The more he looked, the more he took note of one defining feature; one of Kunikida’s red ribbons tied around your neck.

“Welcome home, birthday boy” you looked up at him, seductively smiling; this image was one that would sear into his brain forever.

“Y/N?” A deep blush raises to Kunikida’s cheeks, he tries to cover his face with his hands but his gaze does not escape your figure. You look so soft so…tempting.

“Happy birthday sir~” You cooed, standing up and practically floating over to him, you brought a hand up to stroke his jaw before kissing his heated cheek. Your actions sent tingles down his spine and his skin goosebumps.

“I ahhh” Kunikida shuddered “This is is a pleasant surprised but…” his eyes traced your figure once more, all sorts of naughty thoughts came into his mind, especially you being bent over a desk, him thrusting into you from the back and pinning you with his weight; with that came the image of his ribbon tightly wrapped around his hand as he tugs at your throat like some sort of makeshift leash and collar. What made it extra hot for him was that it was his ribbon he regularly wore to work, he wondered whether he should wear it tomorrow at the agency’s office, would it still smell of you?

“I thought to treat you to something on your special day” You stroke at his chest, your hand travels down his torso and dangerously close to his trouser zipper. You were about for go even further before he took your wrist and sternly looked at you.

“I was looking for this tie all this morning, if I had known that you’d use it inappropriately I would have…” Kunikida rambled on, scolding you because you had stolen his ribbons, all of them, and you only used one? Why couldn’t you have just taken one and allowed him to wear one of the others. He only lectured you because it was the best way for him to avoid his feelings of lust and desire - which even after being in a secure, established relationship, if intimacy time is not scheduled, he will be caught off guard and will not know what to do. He does however, always find his way with a little bit of help from you.

“And another thing-” Kunikida is interrupted with a long, passionate kiss, and just like magic, his hands find themselves at your hips, a slight purring at the back of his throat and his eyes flutter shut. It takes a special kind of person to ground Kunikida, and you certainly didn’t mind it; he was your sweet hot-headed boyfriend and you loved him dearly.

[new-berry]

Since I may never finish the gangabang (sort of! ) fic here is the first person (in the gangbang it’s not a first person pov).

NSFW (if gangbang didn’t give it away) not true etc etc in this reckoning you get the player you want for getting man of the match and you have to serve the team if you get red carded. In the west ham game (I think) Anthony got both. Anthony /Fabian and the start of Anthony/Alex. There are no spelling mistakes in this.

Anthony looks at Kieran and Dan, internally he groans, player of the match and red carded. Only one of those were in his plans. Finally he says; “fine then. Fabian.”

Kieran narrows his eyes as Dan laughs. And because Anthony is incapable of not running his mouth he goes on “I want to start with the most handsome.”

Fabian preens, posing briefly where he’s leaning against the door from the showers to the changing room. He grins broad and untroubled by the glare Kieran’s directed at him. “It’s true my friend.” Kieran opens his mouth to say something and Fabian talks right over the top of him “you’ll look pretty as well soon,” smiling at Anthony, “with come all over your face.”

Anthony wants to roll his eyes at that line but it causes such a hot curl of anticipation in his stomach. “Not just his face.” Kieran says snidely and Anthony’s cheeks heat up. Okay so Tripps is still pissed off then.

Alex flicks on a playlist as Fabian walks back, towards Anthony standing in the middle of the room. Anthony wouldn’t put it past Alex to have one labelled ‘gangbang’, but whatever he’s called it, it’s a good choice - low tones and bass heavy. Gets his heart pounding, makes his blood start to feel hotter.

There was some chatter before but now it’s stopped. At this moment, anticipation is almost liquid in the air, Anthony can feel expectation prickling like before a game, tingling on the inside of his wrist and in the arch of his foot.

Eyes are carding down his back. It makes the room feel closed in and humid.

Dan threw an arm around him in the tunnel between the field and the hallway. A paused hushed space where they are out of earshot and camera view.

“A tradition is not a law,” Dan reminds him. “You can go home and sleep it off, or hit the gym and box it off.”

“The tradition of getting who you want if you get man of the match?” Anthony reminds him. “Traditions are part of football.”

“Good lad.” Dan says. “Emile’s getting rid of the kids.” A politeness, Anthony can speak to Emile then, about who is invited into the room.

Dan grins as big as Fabian, legs spread wide and Anthony wants to crawl between them and Dan knows it, the fucker. “I’ll go last,” he offers, Anthony’s toes curl in his socks, if he went over there now, nuzzled his face into Dan’s lap his cock would start to get hard. He could go first.

Fabian slaps Anthony lightly on the cheek on the way past and his eyes dart up, “kind of offended you’re looking at him if you asked for me.” Fabian’s voice drops low. “You can make it up to me.”

Anthony feels a shiver start in the small of his back and radiate out, up his spine and down the backs of his thighs. Fabian pulls his towel off and sits on the bench, legs spread and beckons Anthony over.

He allows the shiver. There is a flush of shame that gets burned away by wanting, sitting dirtyhot in his stomach. Only Dan and Kieran are fully dressed, Kieran in the clothes he wore to watch the game, Dan from interviews.

No one else bothered to get changed, just in towels like Fabian, or boxers like Alex, everyone Anthony discussed with Emile, and it’s like that thought has linked itself to his cock, like a livewire. That everyone else had their part in planning this. There is a little bit of water on Fabian’s legs, a few beads in the hair and Anthony wants to lick them off.

His brain stutters for a moment, he can.

Fabian folds the towel a couple of times and puts it down so Anthony has an extra layer under his knees. He looks good, the asshole, hand on his cock, rubbing his thumb over the head, a half smile already in place.

He puts his hand on Anthony’s face cupped under his chin and tugs him forward. Anthony resists the temptation of his cock and licks at the little water droplets, Fabian smells warm and clean. Something that Anthony just thinks of as ‘man’ and ‘adult’. Like walking into a room with wood panelled walls.

His thighs under Anthony’s tongue are hard and have a hint of give. Fabian sighs happily as Anthony nuzzles across the muscles, dipping his tongue into the firm grove along the front, sliding into the inside of his thighs.

His skin is ticklish there and Fabian huffs out a laugh, shaking but not pulling away.

Anthony looks up at the sound, looks his fill up Fabian’s chest, his chin and lips. Even the cologne and deodorant he uses smells good. Earthy, spicy and rich.

Kieran told Anthony once that looking at Fabian naked was like looking at an expensive gold watch. The music playing behind them changes, a little faster, lyrics he doesn’t understand. Fabian grins at him, poisonsweet, “come on kid,” his voice is deeper and his cock is fuller.

He looks relaxed though, like he could be sprawled at a table at a classier nightclub than Anthony frequents.

Anthony takes a breath and leans down, licks a line up his balls to his dick and looks up again making eye contact. Fabian’s smile is confident, the crinkles in the corners of his eyes make him always look a little kind and he puts his hand back on Anthony’s face, curled around his ear.

Kind but he still shoves Anthony’s face down to his stomach, he’s not fully hard yet so Anthony ends up with his nose almost pressed to his neatly trimmed pubes, resting on his lush feeling skin.

Even that feels rich. Oak panelled rooms and expensive carpet under his knees. The sound of rushing water. Anthony’s mouth is full of spit, pooling around his tongue in expectation.

“If you make me wait you make them wait.” Fabian’s trying to keep his voice even, but it’s got a little crack, he tightens his hand on Anthony’s face “you look good,” he says, “come and make me feel good.”

Anthony doesn’t look around the room, despite the gaze he can feel on him. He pulls back enough to suck the top of Fabian’s cock and starts up a rhythm with his mouth and his hand.

It’s not just he’s handsome, Anthony looks up again, Fabian’s mouth is slightly open and he’s breathing deeper, the lines of his abs tensing when Anthony sucks particularly hard.

He’s nice as well. Fabian catches his eye and shifts his hips up a tiny bit, quirks his eyebrows up and Anthony nods. Fabian holds the other side of his face, spreading his legs a little and his thighs are dizzying, Anthony wants to climb on his lap and ride them.

He starts to fuck Anthony’s mouth, little shallow thrusts until they develop a cadence. Fabian won’t stretch it out, likes to get off and watch, chat to the team. Maybe have a second go, Anthony falls out of their rhythm for a second, imagining Fabian shoving his perfect cock into him.

It doesn’t stop him though, Fabian comes in Anthony’s mouth and yanks him up. Anthony shivers as he gets kissed. Crawling onto Fabian’s lap and grinding his hips down.

He leans over Fabian, putting his hands on his face to pull his jaw down, so all the come slides into his mouth. Something else Fabian likes, the sticky swap of tongues.

“Can I ride you?” Anthony pants out. Fabian smiles, eyes crinkling up. “Today or later?” He motions behind him. “I want to, but the others want a turn.” Fabian squeezes Anthony’s ass, slipping his hand under the briefs he’s wearing.

Anthony shouldn’t get a say, other teams don’t after a dumb red. But even for how annoyed Kieran is no one would stop them. Anthony turns over ‘later’. They have shared time with the team before but it’s always ended there.

“At the end?” Fabian’s eyes get all dark and there is a filthy grin on his lips. Anthony will be sticky all over by them. Might be to blissed out to do more than rock mindlessly. Anthony nods without realising he’s doing it, bobbing his head too much.

“I’ll remember,” Fabian says. Good, Anthony might not. There is a warm body behind him and the press of lips on his neck, the rougher rasp of beard gives it away and yeah Alex. His long thin fingers sweep around Anthony’s stomach, tugging him onto his feet.

Fabian helps him off his lap, legs a big wobbly. Alex yanks him close, dick hard on his back. This is good too. Alex bites his neck and Dan reminds him about cameras. Alex just goes lower. Tiny stinging little nips, “get them pants off Fabby,” Dan’s voice again.

Fabian pulls his briefs down to the top of his thighs, stopping for a moment for a rough grope across his cock and down to squeeze his balls.

Anthony whimpers from that and Alex stopping biting to rub his face across his skin. Anthony shudders, all the little nips and bites over-sensitive under his facial hair. “Leave the socks,” Dan calls again.

[subs-n-stuff]

The Failed Bunny Mage Pt.5

A Nice Side

The night was restless for the Rabbit. To his surprise she had let him sleep in his own bed. Although it can’t be said exactly what he expected. Maybe she’d treat him like a pet for real and make him sleep on the floor, at her feet, or even worse; in a cage. He didn’t see any point in imagining realities that don’t exist. She let him keep his bed, for now at least, and for that he’s grateful. 

Unfortunately her generosity didn’t translate to an easy night’s rest. She offered that he stay with her at night, she said he deserves a warm body to sleep next to. Though he’s not quite sure where she’s sleeping. His room is the only one with a bed, but her magic is powerful so it isn’t so far fetched that she conjured up a whole extra room for herself. 

Perhaps he should have taken her offer. Even though he doesn’t fully trust her, it may have been nice to sleep next to someone. What is he even thinking? This demon is holding him hostage, of course he’s not going to find comfort in her embrace no matter how soft, warm, and calming she is… How in the world did she manage to worm her way into his brain this way! Every time he tries to remember what he’s been put through he just can’t help being charmed by her! It’s frustrating, infuriating even! This must be what is keeping him from a good night’s sleep. 

Morning quickly approaches before Little Rabbit can stifle his fluster. As the sun shines on his face through the blinds he feels a slight tingle in his neck coming from his new pink collar. He isn’t sure how he knows, but she’s calling him. He gets up and puts on his usual robes, leather pants and his hooded cloak, before heading out the door of his room and down the steps into the living room. The red skinned woman is waiting for him with a more pleasant smile than he saw the previous day. 

“Good morning, Little Rabbit. Did you sleep well?” She says in a way that sounds like she might actually care about him. 

“Um… No, not really, truthfully.” He says with a suspicious glance, trying to figure out if she is up to something. She takes note.

“Why must you look at me that way; as if I’m scheming or trying to toy with you?” She asks in earnest.

“Is that not what you’ve been doing since you’ve arrived? Am I not just a toy for your devilish amusement?” He retorts with a tsk. 

“Hm, I suppose you’re half right…” She puts a finger to his chin and gently turns his head so their eyes meet. “You are my toy! As well as my pet, my servant, my doll, and whatever else I deem you to be.” She leans in closer to him “That, however, does not mean I don’t care about you and your wellbeing.” She lets her hand down and stands straight again. “I mustn’t be so strict all the time, how else would you see how caring and compassionate I can be? I admit I was slightly harsh yesterday, but you must know when you act up I can be very mean, or…” She pets one of his ears, sending a slight shiver through him “When you’re good I can be very nice. What side of me you see more is up to you.” She ends by petting his head gently.

“I suppose I’d rather see this side more often…” He mutters with a blush. 

“Well then, you’re lucky I’m being lenient instead of punishing you for calling me ‘devilish’, pet.” She says with a hint of seriousness in her voice. 

“I don’t understand, is that not what you are: a devil?” He tilts his head in curiosity. 

Her smile shifts into a frown as she holds her anger back “I am having a good morning, so I will let this pass. Never call me a devil again. Do you understand, pet?” He can see the rising fire in her eyes as she glares at him. 

He quickly nods “Yes, I understand.” 

“Apologize to me. Now.” She promptly replies.

“I am sorry.” He says without hesitation. 

The soft smile returns to her face “Good, Rabbit.” She says while petting his head once more “So what was keeping you up last night?” 

What was that? Little Rabbit ponders to himself for a moment. Why in the world would a devil not want to be called one, and to show such anger and malice at the mention of it? Could she possibly not be one? That can’t be, she looks like one, her magic is as powerful as one too. Maybe the Rabbit should end this foolish train of thought before she catches him pondering the thing that could very quickly bring about that mean side once again.

“I’m not sure, I just… couldn’t is all” He glances at her, all of her. Why is it she still isn’t wearing any clothes? 

“My offer still stands, you could join me to bed tonight. I know you find comfort in my skin, I could help you sleep” She says with a seductive tone, leaving his cheeks red. 

“Wh-Where are you sleeping anyway? My room is the only bedroom in this house.” He says, deflecting. 

“Oh. I slept in the cellar. A bed is simple enough to conjure without expending too much energy.” 

“Wait… I have a cellar?” 

“You didn’t know?” 

“No, where did you find such a thing?” 

“There’s a hatch on the floor underneath the rug we’re standing on.”

He looks down curiously and steps off the rug, she follows, allowing him to lift the rug and see the hatch right there as she said. 

“How did I not know about this?” He asks, dumbfounded. 

“Oh poor Rabbit, there’s barely anything between those ears of yours isn't there?” She teases.

All he can do in response is cross his arms and pout. She diffuses the situation by rubbing his head before covering up the hatch once more. 

“You can explore the cellar later, my pet, right now we have errands to run. I assume you have a market in this town, correct?” 

“Yes, but my kitchen should be stocked for the next few days at least.” 

“I consume a lot, we’ll need to stock more or neither of us will have anything to eat.” 

“Okay, so what do you want me to get?” 

“Don’t be so eager, pet. I will be the one doing the shopping today, just think of this as me taking my pet for a walk.” 

“Wait, you can’t go out like that!”

“And why not?”

“Because you’re red and completely naked! I know you don’t want to be called a d-... w-well you know, but the people out there will do more than just call you one, they’ll treat you like one too!” 

She looks down at herself and puts her hand to her chin, thinking. “Hmm… I guess you’re right, pet” She says and snaps her fingers.

As she does she is engulfed in purple flames, startling Little Rabbit and making him flinch. When the flames set she is wearing a long black dress with flowing sleeves, black leather knee high boots underneath, as well as long purple leather gloves, her head is now adorned by her purple witch hat that obscures her horns and face, and a black mask covers the rest of her face and neck. One can only assume that her wings are folded neatly behind her under the dress.

He could not help but admire her form in the dress, and something about her being so obscured, the mystique, the mystery of it, he couldn’t help but stare a bit. 

“Judging by your face right now I guess I look quite good, don’t I?” She catches his eyes wondering. 

“I-I suppose you do…” He quickly looks away, his cheeks red. “It’s a good disguise is all…” 

“Awe, you’re allowed to look at me, pet. I haven’t blindfolded you… Yet at least.” She teases. 

“I just like the outfit, nothing more…” 

“If you say so, Rabbit. By the way, why are you warning me anyway? You could’ve let me get attacked by villagers and you’d have been free from me. Yet you didn’t. Why?” She asks with sincerity. 

He is given pause by her query. Why did he warn her? He had no reason to. Maybe he just doesn’t want to see her hurt, even if it meant being free. Maybe he feared what she’d do to the townsfolk if there were a fight. Or perhaps the Rabbit had been alone for so long that he longs for her company. Maybe this was his best chance at companionship and he didn’t want to let it go so easily, even if he was stubborn about accepting the circumstances. 

“I… I don’t know. I already get enough strife from everyone about my magic, the last thing I need is another mistake to dangle over me.” He comes up with a quick lie.

“Well I’m glad you did, because that was a test” She says as she gently turns his head towards her. “And you passed.” She plants a soft kiss on his forehead through her mask then starts striding towards the door. “I’ve been to the human realm before, of course I know how they feel about me.” 

“A test…?” He asks, flustered. “Of course it was…” 

“Oh pet, look at you so red over one head kiss. My lips didn’t even touch your skin.” She teases. 

He simply stays quiet in embarrassment. Quiet is something not usual for the Rabbit. This makes the woman giggle, she can’t believe she caught him this off guard by a simple kiss, and through her mask no less. If this is how he reacts from this, he’ll be simply mush at anything more. How utterly pathetic: he really is perfect. 

“Are you ready to go?” She asks, breaking the silence. 

“”Yes I am. "he replies.

“Oh, one more thing though, before we head out.” She snaps her fingers and a small trail of flame goes from her hand to the front of his collar, creating a simple black leash as it fades. “I can’t take my pet for a walk without a leash!” 

“Wait what?!” He yelps as she yanks him close “You can’t do this! It’s demeaning!” 

“This is what happens when I can’t trust you not to run away like you tried to yesterday. Accept the consequences of your actions, it could be worse after all. I could make you walk on all four again.” She states sternly.

“N-no please don’t do that!” He whimpers in defeat.

“That’s what I thought. You’re so cute when you grovel.” She says with a chuckle “Don’t worry, pet, no one will be giving you any strife today. I will make sure of that.” 

He sighs and hangs his head “I highly doubt that…” 

She opens the door and the two step outside. 

“And just so you don’t get any ideas about trying to send a mob after me; because our souls are linked, if I die you will lose a part of yourself. You won’t die… probably… But you will never be the same again. We wouldn’t want that, would we, pet?” She warns with a serious tone. 

He shakes his head “No. No we wouldn't. I won’t do anything foolish.” 

To Be Continued...

[kaeyankat]

Hello!

Could I request something for nnt?

I have 3 characters in mind: Gowther, Estarossa and Arthur, but if it is too much, feel free to choose of these three!

I was thinking of some fluff what would make them have a little short circuit moment because crush or s/o was so cute they just stop functioning for a bit?

I hope I made some sense! Thank you!

Omg- of course- to be honest I wasn't expecting a request so I didn't check- I hope you enjoyed, dear! Even though it's more of headcanons on how itd go ~KK

Estarossa

His crush would always be cute to him, there's a reason they're his crush after all

This is his nickname when caught potentially displaying feelings toward her.

But if she was being extra cute, then first he would blush staring at her

Something he would consider extra cute is wearing his jacket after hers were destroyed or she was cold

After just a few quick seconds, Estarossa's mind would start swirling with thoughts of his crush, just staring at them with a slight tingle of pink on his cheeks and love in his eyes

If someone were to try to get his attention, they wouldn't be able to for a good while

Everyone would joke that he had told a lie to Galand and was turned into a statue

His crush however would, with Esta suddenly squeaking, looking at her with an adorable flustered and confused face

"Wh-what you need, brat-?"

If his crush were to ask for something, he'd immediately get it

However if she were to ask "Are you okay, you're staring", he'd fall off his seat or lose his balance, coughing awkwardly

"I WAS NOT, BRAT"

Arthur Pendragon

This is the man who would immediately turn red, fainting as an auto-reflex to protect his brain from frying in the moments after witnessing her cuteness

Cute can be anything to this man from a simple smile to a small habit, like a finger flutter to someone leaving

If his crush were to panic seeing him faint and were toooo I don't knowwwww place his head in their lap as they wait for him to wake, he'd freeze all over after gaining his consciousness back.

"i- what- [Name] i- hfhdibbehdqibhccddeh"

Passing out again right after, he'd probably keep doing so often under his crush understands why exactly he's fainting immediately

However if he worries her so much she cries, he'll instantly sit up to, as a bright red faced king, comfort her

Gowther

He is by far the most confused and broken for a bit

He doesn't know why he feels his mind racing, stomach churning,heart skipping beats, and skin flushing as he looks at his crush reading, or being kind to himself or someone else

It simply doesn't make sense. His only movement will be following his crush as you go about your day. He doesn't respond to questions or comments he doesn't react if he trips- he will simply stare as his wheels in his mind turn.

No matter who gets his attention, he will ask "why do I feel so odd right now?"

If it's anyone other than you, he'll become grumpy, because they'll be teasing.

If it's you and you're confused about his meaning, he will sigh softly

"I feel like my mind is focused solely on you and your actions. It was... Cute." He'll blankly state, staring at you

"Gowther, you're so silly! I have no clue what you mean, but thank you!"

As you flounce off, Gowther frowns, eyes narrowing. "Humans are so dense."

Man I'm so giddy about this- definitely more headcanons but- idk- have a wonderful day/night dearies! ~KK

[xserpx]

Leo🦁 for the blorbo bingo!

Thank you so much for sending me this ask 😆! And just to be extra obnoxiously self-indulgent I'm gonna ascribe each square I picked to a specific chapter in the Age of Madness trilogy! 🦁❤️:

OUGHHHH *disintegrates into dust*: "Jurand looked up and their eyes met, and Leo froze, his breath held, his face tingling." The Same Side, TWOC.

Blorbo from my special interest: "Leo bared his teeth, squelching forward through mud battered and mashed by countless boots advancing and retreating, advancing and retreating. The fighting had been fiercest here. Bodies everywhere. Bodies from both sides. Men still and men still moving, crawling, crying, pawing at the ground, pawing at themselves. Leo stepped between them, stepped over them, teeth clenched, head throbbing, pushing on towards the bridge." Settle This Like Men, ALH.

Putting them thru the horrors: "‘I’m fine,’ said Leo, weakly shaking the man off. Fine. Broken, defeated, in constant agony, with a useless arm and an amputated leg, convicted of treason and already on the gallows. Fine." A Footnote to History, TTWP.

I HATE YOU: "Before the Great Change it would’ve been him asking whether they should do something. Bursting through that door in some self-indulgent, self-defeating puke of gallantry. But then he used to be a reckless, soft-hearted fool." Love, Hate, Fear, TWOC.

Fandom is so mean to them 💔: "‘Are you sure?’ asked Brock. ‘I have three-score flatbows with a different opinion.’" The Sentence, TWOC.

Explodes them with my mind (affectionate): "‘No, no, it’s the small cutlery, Leo.’" Common Ground, TTWP.

Gay infinity: "They’d touched each other a thousand times. They’d wrestled and sparred and hugged. But there was something different about that touch. More than one old friend supporting another. Far more. Jurand’s hand didn’t just rest there. It squeezed, ever so lightly, and Leo felt a strange need to tilt his head and press his cheek against it. Take that hand and hold it to his face, to his heart, to his mouth." Grown Up, TTWP.

Bouncing off the walls: "‘Cheer up.’ Leo hugged him roughly with one arm, looking back to the building. The one lit window. ‘There are plenty of ladies for all of us.’ Though he couldn’t think of any close to Savine dan Glokta’s class. ‘Plenty of ladies,’ Jurand echoed, gloomily." A Bit About Courage, ALH.

Killing them with hammers: "Now they huddled in close. United by a common enemy, and a shared purpose, and a righteous cause. Just talk, of course, fuelled by Leo’s frustration, and jealousy, and the pain in his leg. Just talk, perhaps, but dangerous, still. Exciting, still. Just talk, wasn’t it? But with each word said it became more thrillingly real." Future Treason, Past Affairs, TTWP.

Bestie it's not funny anymore get therapy: "They’d both stabbed him in the back while they stabbed each other in the face, yet somehow they could glide away friends, ruling the gardens, loved by all, while he was left nursing unhealable wounds, hated and feared and alone." Good Times, TWOC.

Free Space: "As handsome a crowd of young heroes as you could hope to find. What a painting they’d make! Maybe Leo would get one commissioned. Who’d know an artist?" Young Heroes, ALH.

Babygirl 💖 (has committed horrific atrocities): "‘They love the fire,’ said Leo, tugging his jacket smooth, then turning away. ‘They can have the fire.’" Purity, TWOC.

HGGHHGHHJKGHJURTGEHJM etc: "He wanted to say it all. To puke up his resentments. He had his mouth open to do it. But why bother? The past isn’t made of facts, not really, just stories people tell to make themselves feel better. To make themselves look better." Not For the Prizes, TWOC.

Smacking the floor: "What he wanted to do more than anything was lurch into Jurand’s arms and never let go of him." Different This Time, TWOC.

Rotating in my brain like a rotisserie chicken: "He hated Styria, hated Sipani, hated Cardotti’s, hated this degenerate excuse for a king most of all. He raised his chin, trying to look haughtily down his nose, but his eyes kept being drawn to that trail of dark hair from Jappo’s navel into the not entirely concealing shadows of his gown…" All Tastes, No Judgements, TTWP.

The fandom doesn't know them like I do: "‘We both know you’re not a fool, Leo. For whose benefit are you pretending to be one?’" Where The Fight's Hottest, ALH.

pls talk to me about them I promise I'll be normal :))): "‘You can call me treacherous. Call me ruthless. But ask who I learned it from.’" The Villain, TWOC.

Explodes them with my mind (derogatory): "‘Goes to show,’ he grunted, ‘you have to be your own hero.’" Redemption, TWOC.

Tearing them apart with my teeth: "A representative from the Angland delegation was plucking at the hem of Leo’s jacket in an effort to pull him down, but Leo angrily slapped his hand away. ‘Sit down, you bloody fool,’ Savine forced through gritted teeth, gripping the rail of the gallery. But the Young Lion would not sit down." The King's Justice, TTWP.

Tucking them into bed and kissing them on the forehead 💖: "Tits. Men talked a lot about tits. So Leo did, too. Nudge in the ribs, look at the cargo she’s carrying. But if he was entirely honest, he didn’t really understand the appeal. To Leo, tits were just… there." The Lion and the Wolf, ALH.

[mysaldate]

Makai ouji fanfiction

So I was recently (during the last run of Folger's exchange) gifted two WONDERFUL Makai ouji fics and I need to share them with everyone in my circle who still loves this series!

On the off-chance that we were to meet again

Michael is forced to take a "vacation" on earth with his powers sealed and runs into Camio. Honestly? I left two comments so far and I will probably leave more in the future. It is SO good y'all! It has the good old classic "this is before Camio met Maria" like all the Camio fics with non-Maria ships used to have back in the good old days, it has omakes at the end, it's SO perfect!

Camio def has some unresolved feelings about his uncle kicking Lucifer's ass and things end a little awkward but honestly? That's what's so great about it! Please give it a chance even if Camio/Michael is usually not your cup of tea, it's a lovely bite-sized fic that manages to be filling for the brain and the shipping tingles.

He said: "a pretty bird, you can't sing; but i'll buy you diamonds and ruby rings"

More of a character study, relationship analysis if you will. Baalberith thinking about his relationship with Sitri and how he kinda fucked up but wouldn't change anything. Disclaimer says no romanticizing which I appreciate but with the way it's written, I doubt anyone would mistake it for that in the first place, despite it being from Baalb's POV.

Baalberith/Sitri is just a fucked up mess and that's the best part about it, but there's definitely something extra sinister about this one, about Baalberith admitting to himself that the reason he treats Sitri the way he does is specifically to taint him, to make him too broken to be desirable for anyone else. Absolutely incredible. Chilling in the best way. Chef's kiss.

[signs-of-the-moon]

Moon High: Chapter 10

Silver light shined through the canopy above, dappling the pelts of all the cats who traveled this night. The brilliant glow of the full moon made for an excellent guide in the darkness. And the buzz from all the warriors around her made Moonpaw's pelt tingle with excitement. She hurried along to keep up with her clanmates, eager to prove she could handle the long journey ahead. Tonight was her first time being invited to the Gathering. She was excited to meet all the different cats within the Land's Star. What interesting things could she learn from them, she wondered. How different was the folklore in the other clans? Did they believe in the stories of the ancient clans and the creation of cat? These were all questions Moonpaw was eager to ask, if she could make friends with anyone tonight.

Up ahead, the trees began to thin, making room for a thick wall of shrubbery. Blazestar led his patrol through the bushes without hesitance; guiding them into a massive clearing on the other side. Moonpaw gasped at the sight of it. Cats of all sizes and colors filled the space, mingling as one. It was hard to differentiate what clans they all belonged to from a distance. But most seemed to be having a good time, and that was a wonderful sight to behold.

"Go ahead and join the crowd," Blazestar invited, "remember not to let any cat corner you. Be friendly, but spare as little information as possible." After his speech, the firey tom took off into the crowd, headed towards his perch at Split Rock. Then Moonpaw's clanmates began to scatter about, leaving her as the only cat reminding by the bushes. Moonpaw bristled a little, looking left, then right, trying to figure out which direction she should head in first. She decided to go forward, and allow the crowd to manuver her wherever may be most convenient. On one side as she walked, Moonpaw observed a group of warriors regailing tales of battles past, passing the occasional joke between them. A little further ahead, five elders sat clustered together, complaining about anything and everything they could think of. Badgerface was with them, rolling his eyes at the stupidest of his peers' comments. Moonpaw chuckled, waving hello with her tail as she passed. She heard a nearby queen mentioning their kits, another cat griping about a thorn they'd found in their nest, and a nearby apprentice talking about the latest battle move they'd learned.

As Moonpaw padded along, watching the interactions of all the other cats surrounding her, something threw her off her paws. She fell with yelp, head hitting the dusty floor underpaw. Moonpaw groaned as she sat up, rubbing a white paw against her now aching head. It took her an extra heartbeat to realize what had happened. Another cat lay a tail-length away, letting out a sneeze as they returned to an upright position. It would seem Moonpaw's wandering eyes had distracted her enough to cause an accident.

"Oh my Starclan, I'm so sorry!" She apologized, voice frantic as she jumped to her paws. She rushed over to the other cat, sniffing and checking them over. She'd feel terrible if her daydreaming had caused another cat to get injured. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? I'm such a mouse-brain, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, I'm so so sorry."

The other cat simply shook her head, giving Moonpaw a reassuring smile as she stood. She was a pretty cat, short and plump with white and black patched fur. Moonpaw noticed the little nub she had for a tail, and wondered where this cat had come from. As far as Moonpaw knew, only some members of Treeclan had small tails. Could this apprentice be from outside the Land's Star? A kittypet perhaps?

"It's ok, I'm ok," the stranger assured, "It wasn't your fault. I should have been the one watching where I was running. I was so busy trying to see if I was beating my friend in a race that I wasn't looking out for any cat that may be walking up ahead. What about you, are you ok? How's your head?"

"Oh good, I thought you might be injured." Moonpaw sighed with relief. "I think I'll be alright though. My head's a bit sore but I'll get some herbs from Mothsong when I get back to camp. My name is Moonpaw by the way, I'm from Treeclan."

The other she-cat's smile grew bigger. "I'm Swiftpaw, from Grassclan. Sorry for running into you. What a terrible way to meet huh?"

Moonpaw shook her head, raising her tail. "Not at all, it'll make for a great story to laugh about later on. Besides, there could always be some cosmic reason for why we've met this way."

Swiftpaw gave her head a thoughtful tilt. "Huh, maybe. So you said you're from Treeclan? Do you know Smokepaw and Magpiepaw?"

A feeling of elation lifted Moonpaw's heart at the mention of her brother and sister. It hurt that neither of them were invited to this moon's gathering, but at least now she'd have something fun to tell them when she got home tonight.

"Well I should hope so, they are my littermates after all. They're not here tonight, but I can tell them you said hi," Moonpaw replied, twitching her nose in amusement. Swiftpaw gasped adorably. She seemed to become lost in thought for a few heartbeats, her eyes trailing Moonpaw's features. Moonpaw guessed that the other molly was picking up on the similarities between herself and her kin.

"Hey, who's that?" Swiftpaw asked suddenly, nodding at a cat behind Moonpaw. Moonpaw turned to look at who she was referring to. Much to the Treeclan apprentice's excitement, it was her father.

"Oh, that's Wolfheart! Come on, come meet him," she insisted, taking Swiftpaw over to the tom. Moonpaw padded a fox-length away, standing in front of the fluffy warrior with a bright smile. "Hi papa-I mean-Wolfheart." She giggled. "Meet my new friend, her name is Swiftpaw."

Wolfheart turned his green gaze down onto Swiftpaw, studying her for a moment. Moonpaw noticed the other apprentice tense under her father's stare, and hoped she would not remain intimidated by him. Wolfheart seemed to notice as well and turned his attention onto Moonpaw.

"Hello my little one. And hello to you, Swiftpaw. It's a pleasure to meet you, I heard your name announced at last moon's gathering. How's your training going?" He asked, putting on his most friendly face.

Swiftpaw seemed to relax. "I think I'm doing pretty good. Chicorynose says I'm a natrual born hunter."

"Ah, so Chicorynose is your mentor?" He queried. Swiftpaw gave a firm nod, and Moonpaw suppressed a giggle. "That's good, I'm sure she'll make a fine warrior out of you yet. Now, I think you two should run along. There isn't much time until the gathering begins, and I'm sure you want to catch up with more of your friends. It was nice meeting you, Swiftpaw, take care." Wolfheart dipped his head to the white and black patched apprentice, turning to lick Moonpaw between the ears. Moonpaw trilled at him, bunting her head against her father's chin. Wolfheart smiled warmly at her before finally padding back into the crowd. Moonpaw watched after him briefly.

"Do you want to come with me over to Split Rock?" Swiftpaw asked. "I bet Frostpaw's over there looking for me, she probably thinks I ditched her."

"Oh sure," Moonpaw agreed, walking with her new friend over to the ancient cracked boulder. As they approached, a silver and white tabby rushed over, pouncing on Swiftpaw. Moonpaw moved out of the way just in time to escape being knocked to the ground with the pair.

"Swiftpaw, where have you been? I've been looking all over for you!" The apprentice yowled as she sat on top of the nubby tailed apprentice. "And who's she?" The silver and white tabby's attention suddenly fell onto Moonpaw.

"That's Moonpaw. I accidentally crashed into her during our race, and kinda got sidetracked," Swiftpaw explained before reasoning, "At least you got to spend time with you mom and sister."

The other she-cat rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well I was still worried about you. There's a lot of cats out here, it's easy to get lost or cornered by an overly curious enemy."

Swiftpaw mumbled another apology then glanced away.

"If anything, it was my fault that Swiftpaw was held up," Moonpaw interjected, "Im sorry for keeping your friend. By the way, you are the famous Frostpaw that I was told about, right?"

The other she-cat smiled, leaping gracefully off of Swiftpaw's flank. "'Famous?' Stars, I wouldn't go that far. But yep, that's me! I'm Frostpaw! And where did you say you're from again?"

"Treeclan," Moonpaw purred with amusement. The other she-cat's bubbly attitude was infectious. She couldn't help but find it charming.

"Ooh." Frostpaw nodded, trying to look as though she remembered learning that information before, when she hadn't. Moonpaw found it adorable that she was trying to be so courteous. "Hey, is it true that your clan has lots of kits because once one cat has a litter, everybody wants one?"

Caught off guard by the question, Moonpaw broke out into a mrrow of laughter. She politely seated herself, wrapping her tail around her paws neatly. "Something like that. Although not everyone wants kits. We do value family, but its not like every cat in the clan needs kin or offspring. And what about Grassclan? Is it true that you're all neat freaks?"

"Nah." Frostpaw lifted a paw to clean as they talked. "We do like to keep things organized, especially Whitestar, but we aren't obsessed with cleanliness."

"I see," Moonpaw mused, letting out a thoughtful hum. She was interested in learning more about what the other clans were like. And while she was here, she figured she might as well get some information about Grassclan from Frostpaw. But before she had the chance to ask another question, a cat approached the pair.

"Greetings," the stranger purred, turning her ice blue eyes onto Moonpaw. Moonpaw stared back at her, confused by the adult cat's approach. It was a molly, with sleek silver lynx point fur, and a feathery looking tail. A few flowers were settled behind her ear; a set of holly leaves, a snapdragon, and a stem of lavender. She smelled bitter like herbs, with the slightest touch of wildflowers. Perhaps she was from Grassclan? Had the molly come to keep Frostpaw fron divulging any of her clan's secrets?

"Who might you be, little one?"

"Oh hello, my name is Moonpaw, I come from Treeclan." She smiled sweetly, trying not to let her confusion show.

"Moonpaw~" the older molly repeated the name, almost sighing it lovingly as she purred harder. "How lovely. I bet you are a well behaved apprentice, aren't you? Are you listening to your mentor? Do you pay attention to your lessons?"

Moonpaw nodded, forcing her fur to lay flat. Something about this molly's voice was making her pelt want to bristle. It sounded so familiar. But Moonpaw was certain she'd never met this cat before. An eerie sensation crept its way inside of her, like a grub burying into the bark of a tree. But Moonpaw didn't want to appear rude. So she kept up her polite facade, hoping the cat would go about her business soon and leave her alone to wonder.

"I work really really hard! Leafheart's the best mentor, I'm learning so much from her. I'm already thinking about becoming a Hunter or Den Keeper when I become a warrior," Moonpaw responded.

"Oh how nice! I'm sure you will be a warrior who'll make Treeclan proud," the she-cat commented raising her tail.

As Moonpaw parted her jaws to respond, a yowl sounded from the nearby crowd.

"Moonpaw!"

Moonpaw whipped her head around, spotting Wolfheart in the distance. He motioned for her to come to him, shooting the older she-cat beside her a glare. The stranger then turned, trotting over to where the medicine cats sat.

"I have to go, I'll see you later," Moonpaw quickly mewed to Swiftpaw and Frostpaw before padding off to join her father. Safe beside her kin, Moonpaw let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, papa."

Wolfheart said nothing in response. He swept his tail over her, guiding his daughter through the crowd.

"I don't want you near that cat again," he eventually spoke once the pair were far enough away from their original position. He sounded stern, much moreso than Moonpaw had ever heard him.

Moonpaw looked up at her father, confused. "Why? Who is she? Is she bad..?"

"Her name is Snowfrost. She's not a bad cat but...she can't be trusted," Wolfheart answered, avoiding her gaze. "I'd prefer if you kept your distance from her."

Moonpaw didn't quite understand what Wolfheart meant. But he was a smart cat, if a bit overprotective. She knew he was only advising her for her own safety. And so, Moonpaw took his words to heart. She'd do her very best to avoid Snowfrost next time she was around, even if she didn't know the reason.

As Moonpaw and Wolfheart padded along, Skunkpaw trotted over trying to keep up with them.

"Hiya, Moon," he greeted with a purr.

"Hi Skunkpaw! How are you enjoying your first gathering?"

"It's alright I guess. I'm having a decent time. And I see you're having fun too. Say, who's that pretty cat you were talking to? The white and black one."

Moonpaw let out a small snort, glancing at her brother. "That's Swiftpaw. She's a Grassclan apprentice. And apparently a cat who's caught your eye, hm?"

Skunkpaw suddenly paused in their stride, choking back a noise of alarm. "S..shut up! Pretend y-you didn't hear anything!" He stammered, neck fur ruffling with embarrassment. Moonpaw giggled, turning to stand with him.

"Aw, don't be so embarrassed. I think it's really cute. And kind of surprising. I thought you only liked toms?"

Skunkpaw rolled their eyes, licking down their chest fur. "Gender doesn't matter to me. I know beauty when I see it."

"And clearly Swiftpaw is "it"?" Moonpaw teased with a smirk.

Skunkpaw lowered his ears slightly, pulling his lips back into a playful snarl. "I'm gonna kill you."

His reply only made Moonpaw's smirk grow into a mischievous grin. "Only if you can catch me!" she goaded, dashing off deeper into the clearing. Skunkpaw called out behind her, and Moonpaw looked back to see them still standing beside Wolfheart. Wolfheart simply shook his head, a loving smile spread across his muzzle. He nudged Skunkpaw, urging his youngest kit to pursue their sister. From this distance, Moonpaw could hear Skunkpaw groan before he finally sprinted after her. Moonpaw picked up her pace instantly, weaving around warriors left and right, until she finally lost Skunkpaw in the crowd. After waiting a few moments for him to catch up, Moonpaw turned around and began retracing her steps back to him. As she walked, a cat bumped into her shoulder. For Starclan's sake, not again! Moonpaw resisted the urge to groan at the thought of knocking into yet another cat tonight.

But when she turned to apologize, Moonpaw was delighted to see the cat had nudged her on purpose. It was Hazepaw, the Oceanclan apprentice she had taught the Hunter's Crouch to before.

"Hey, remember me?" He meowed with a smile.

Moonpaw trilled. "Of course! It's good to see you again, Hazepaw. How are you?"

"Pretty good. I'm just bored is all," Hazepaw replied with a yawn.

"Bored? Really? Well, I could try to entertain you, if you want. I know a few good stories that'll keep your attention while we wait for the meeting to start."

"That sounds nice actually," Hazepaw admitted, flicking his tail. "Let's go sit over there?"

"Sure," Moonpaw agreed, following the tom closer to the shrubs that surrounded the gathering clearing. Here they could get a good view of the leaders on Split Rock while having a bit of space to spread out and relax. Almost at once, Hazepaw flopped onto his side, spreading out his back legs as if he were lounging in his own nest. Moonpaw had never seen a cat act so casually before. At least, no one except for Skunkpaw. But Moonpaw supposed the rumor of Oceanclan cats's laziness must hold some weight to it, if they were so content with relaxing this way around dozens of enemy warriors. Or maybe Hazepaw was a special case.

Before she could begin to start telling any of her stories, a caterwaul sounded from across the clearing.

"Let the Gathering begin!" Moonpaw saw Wavestar yowl as he settled on his section of Split Rock. He waited as the warriors below fell quiet before he started his announcements. "The winds have picked back up along the shoreline; mid-Newleaf storms approach. My clan and I are taking shelter in our newly built Forest Patch camp as a precaution. We have lost too many cats in past Newleafs to rough waves and high tides. Shellsplash and Tunafin have already fallen victim to a recent storm. I believe this new temporary camp will help prevent further casualties."

A moment of silence was given for cats to reflect and give respect to the recently departed Oceanclan warriors. Moonpaw gave a glance to Hazepaw. He muzzle was pointed towards his leader, but she could see he wore an unpleasant expression on his face. His eyes were dark with despair, and Moonpaw wondered if he had been present when one of the mentioned cats had died.

"By Greenleaf we should be back at our usual camp under the Twoleg Settlement Bridge," Wavestar added. Another pause was taken after Blazestar gave a scoff. The fur along Wavestar's spine rose, and a glare was flashed at the Treeclan leader. But Wavestar made no comment, and instead continued; "In other news, my clan welcomes three new apprentices to our ranks, my kits: Whisperpaw, Currentpaw, and Stonepaw."

Moonpaw followed Hazepaw's gaze towards the three mentioned apprentices.

"They were just named this morning," he whispered in her ear. Moonpaw nodded in acknowledgement.

The larger pair seemed excited to receive the spotlight; a few cats around them giving welcoming chants and reassuring mews. Meanwhile the third cowered back, her eyes lowered to the ground. She looked like she wished a hole would appear to swallow her up. Poor thing, Moonpaw thought sympathetically.

As the crowd settled back down, Wavestar stepped back to allow Blazestar to have his time to speak. A sinister smirk was set on the ginger leader's face as he snickered;

"You know it's funny how you mentioned moving into the Forest Patch, and yet you forgot mention that you and your clan have been trying to take Rubble Path from Treeclan while staying there. And yet, you keep failing. How many skirmishes have there been in the past moon? About five or six now?"

Hazepaw bristled uncomfortably, sitting up to tensly focus on the leaders in front of him. Moonpaw observed him, with her tail swaying to-a-fro beside her. She'd known about the battles taking place at Rubble Path recently, but didn't realize there were so many. She hadn't been ordered onto any of the defending patrols, much to her relief. But it was concerning that two clans were fighting so frequently. If they weren't careful, a war could be declared. But in this moment, Blazestar didn't seem to care about what ire he might draw from the opposing leader, Wavestar.

"Until the storms pass and the winds die down, my clan is stuck in the Forest Patch. But your old leader, Ravenstar the Wise, did not think to give us more space for emergencies such as these. Of course we are trying to take Rubble Path, it's high ground, and serves well for hunting," Wavestar growled in response.

Blazestar snarled, his tail lashing as his temper flared stronger. "Yes, but that land rightfully belongs to Treeclan," he snapped. "Your territory begins where the sand line lingers. Not at the edge of the rocks by the top of the hill. Your cats merely want to use the rocks to bask upon anyhow, not to hunt like Treeclan frequently does. And another thing-" Blazestar suddenly turned his angry orange glare onto Whitestar, the leader of Grassclan. "It seems that more than one clan has been trying to push at our borders lately. Very recently I have had patrols coming back from the Grassclan border, telling me they've found scents of Grassclan cats past the scent markers, and have found remains of a few mice."

Moonpaw knew what he was talking about. She'd been on one or two of those particular patrols. The mice that were left behind were usually half eaten, abandoned for the crows to pick at. Treeclan cats didn't dare try to bury the remains, though. It was bad luck to chase crows from their food. But when cats could reach the mice, the clear scent of Grassclan was found on the prey.

Moonpaw watched Whitestar take a step forward on Split Rock, confusion in her pretty purplish-blue gaze.

"From what I know, none of our apprentices have stepped paw passed the border," she responded. "And my warriors know better than to hunt beyond the meadow," Grassclan's leader was trying her best to settle Blazestar, her voice even and cool. But the ginger and white tom was unable to be swayed.

"There has been several reports of trespassing from your cats, Whitestar, too many for it to be an accident. One of your warriors has been stealing mice from Treeclan, and I advise you to investigate the situation and correct it, before I'm forced to remind you where the border lies. The same goes for you as well, Wavestar," Blazestar warned each leader, looking between them as his tail lashed harder. "Keep your claws out of our forest and off of Rubble Path before I reclaim the land Ravenstar the Wise so graciously granted you while you still lived under Pebblestar the Malevolent's rule."

Wavestar lowered his ears uncomfortably after hearing the of name "Pebblestar". Hazepaw's tail thumped at the utterance of it, too. But Moonpaw had never heard of such a cat. Whoever they were, they must have been very impactful. Curiosity bloomed in Moonpaw chest at the thought of learning some history she never knew before. After the gathering, she was determined to question Hazepaw about it.

Suddenly, Brightstar of Marshclan stepped forward on Split Rock, drawing the attention of her peers and breaking the tension. "Heyyy, I don't mean to interrupt, but how's about we finish tonight's announcement so you guys can get back to fighting each other once it's over?" Anger was still written on the conflicting leaders' faces. But after a silent moment of thought, the three finally agreed to settle and finish the gathering without anymore incident.

The rest of the announcements seemed boring in comparison, and Moonpaw found herself blocking them out until Fogstar of Mountainclan announced the conclusion of the gather. Then she stood with a stretch, preparing to speak just a little more with Hazepaw before meeting up with her clanmates.

"Thanks for sitting with me," she mewed, "I'm a little sad, though. didn't get to tell you any stories!"

"That's ok," Hazepaw assured, sitting up. "You can make it up to me."

"Oh?" Moonpaw prompted. "How?"

"Stay here with me after everyone leaves?" He requested, his yellow eyes glittering with hope. Moonpaw felt her pelt heat at the invitation. She hadn't known Hazepaw was interested in her enough to have her sneak around for him. But did Moonpaw have enough interest in return? She thought for a moment. She was certainly curious to learn more about the fluffy white tom. And if she stayed, she could ask him to tell the story of Pebblestar. As crazy of an idea that it was, Moonpaw found herself hardly hesitating to agree.

"Sure," she blurted out. "We just have to make sure neither of us gets caught."

"Of course," Hazepaw agreed. "Lets go meet with our clans. We can sneak away when they're not looking."

"O...ok!" Moonpaw responded, embarrassed by the fluttering sensation that started to form in her belly. "See you soon?" She double checked.

"Yeah," Hazepaw reassured. "See ya soon."

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Teasing

Request: Yes / No Kinktober Day 15!

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Althea Szewczyk-Przygocki x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 2220

Warnings: SMUT

Summary: Al is feeling extra dominate tonight and really wants to make you crazy.

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“Eat my pussy, slut.” Althena ordered. I licked my lips as I gazed at her pussy. Even in the dim light that was coming through the blinds, her pussy was glistening. I wanted to just dive right in, but I needed to warm her up… to tease her. 

I started by kissing her thighs, occasionally sucking on the soft flesh as I made my way inwards. When I finally reached the apex of her legs, I avoided her pussy, moving up to give the same attention to her hips and stomach. I smiled at the moans she made and the feeling of her thighs between my fingers. Her pussy throbbed as I lived and nipped at her stomach. I wanted to bury my grace between her legs so badly, but something made me hesitate. If I tase her more, will she be even rougher with me? I loved when she was rough, so I wanted to see if I could provoke her. I nipped at the skin right above her clit. Althena’s hand gripped my hair and pushed my face down, holding it there. There was nowhere to go. 

“I said, eat my pussy, not lick me everywhere but my cunt, stupid slut.” She half-growled. I suppressed a smile and did exactly as she said. I kissed her pussy and buried my face deeper between her thighs. My nose occasionally brushed her clit. Her taste filled all my senses, making my already foggy brain even more hazy. My pussy was burning with need. I pushed my thoughts about myself to the back of my mind and focused on Althena. I would love to use my fingers, but she didn’t want that at the moment. She just wanted my mouth, so I pulled every trick I knew. 

At first, I couldn’t tell if I was doing well, but once Al gripped my hair tighter I knew. I smiled against her pussy when she closed her thighs, trapping my head. I stuck my tongue as deep as I could between her lips and used my whole mouth to put pressure on her mound. The bridge of my nose was carefully putting pressure against her clit. Her nails dug into my scalp, thighs squeezing my head even tighter. My jaw was starting to get tired, but my pussy was on fire. I wanted to make her cum. 

I could feel her getting close. I kept going, even though my jaw was tired. The feeling of being trapped, held in place by her hands and incredible thighs made me soaking wet. I needed to make her cum, to let her use me to get off. I’m a good slut. 

I gasped at the sudden release of pressure when Al unclenched her thighs and again when she yanked me to my feet by my hair. My body was tingling with arousal and only grew when Althena bit and sucked at my bottom lip. I whimpered with the loss of contact when she pulled away from my lips. My eyes fluttered open and I saw her grinning at me. The glint in her eyes made me even wetter. 

“Fuck you’re fun, slut.” She whispered. She sat back on the bed, grinning, and looked me up and down. 

“Get on the bed.” She ordered. I did as told, my gaze fixed on her. I sat next to her with my legs folded to the side. Al shook her head, and motioned for me to lay back. I did as she said and spread my legs. She kneeled over me, placing a single finger on my throat. 

“Please…” I begged, my pussy twitching 

“Please what?” She raised a brow. 

“Please touch me, I need it so bad.” I begged. Al grinned, then traced a line down my torso. My eyes fluttered closed as a shiver ran through me. My skin was erupting with goosebumps in the wake of her touch. I moaned when her finger finally brushed against my pussy, my eyes going wide. 

“I barely even touched you and you moaned that loud?” She asked and I blushed. 

“We’ll have to do something about that.” She said. She stopped teasing me, bringing her fingers to my mouth. I opened my mouth and licked her fingers clean. 

Once they were clean, she started moving off the bed but stopped when she glanced between my legs, her eyes going wide for a second. 

“You’re wearing a plug.” She said and I nodded with a blush. 

“Was that for me, or you?” She asked with a smirk. 

“A little of both…” I answered quietly. Althena gently tapped the plug and I hardly stifled my gasp. She grinned and stepped off the bed, opening one of her drawers, and pulling something out. My eyes widened when she sat back on the bed, holding up a short, thick dildo with a square base and straps attached to it. 

“This should help you stay quiet.” She said. 

“You think you can handle it?” She asked and my eyes widened more. 

“You mean in my mouth?” I asked shocked. 

“I could get a ball gag or something if you don’t think you can handle it, but I think you’ll enjoy it.” She said. I gazed at the dildo and swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. My mouth started watering as I stared at the thick fake cock, my pussy was already a hopeless mess. I looked back up at Al and nodded. 

“I want to try it.” I said and she grinned. She shifted on the bed and spread her legs, patting the spot between them. I crawled over to her and kneeled between her legs, but she shook her head and twirled her finger around. I turned away from her and backed up until her hard nipples were pressed against my back. I shivered as her fingers ghosted up my back, making my pussy twitch. 

“I’m gonna secure the gag, okay?” She asked and I nodded. 

“If you have any issues, tap my leg three times.” She said and I nodded again. 

I watched as she brought the gag around in front of me. I knew the dildo was smaller than any other dildo I’ve seen, but it looked way bigger this close. I parted my lips and she slid the dildo into my mouth until the square base touched my lips. The cock almost went far enough back to make me gag, but it mainly just stretched my jaw. I blinked when I realized I was massaging it with my tongue. My face grew hot and I was happy Althena couldn’t see. She pulled on the strap, pushing the dildo into my mouth just a bit harder. I nearly moaned when I felt her buckle the gag, leaving me unable to talk. 

“Get on your hands and knees.” She ordered. I did as she asked and she moved off the bed again. I heard the drawer open. I didn’t hear her come back and moaned around the gag when I felt her push against my plug. 

“I want to see how big it is.” She said. I moaned as she gripped the plug’s base, brushing against my ass. 

“Ready?” She asked and I nodded. I moaned louder when she pulled on the plug. I clenched on reflex but relaxed as soon as I realized. The plug stretched my tight muscles for just a moment before slipping out. My eyes fluted and my pussy twitched as the sudden change. 

“Aww, it’s a cute little one.” She cooed. Little? I only had three plugs, but that was the biggest one I owned. 

“I think you can go a little bigger.” She said. My eyes widened at the thought of something bigger in my ass. A moment later a slippery finger pressed against my slightly gasped asshole. 

“Wow, you’re sensitive back here aren’t you, slut?” She asked and I moaned when she added another finger. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your ass is nice and lubed up before I put your new plug in there. Then I may just play with this slutty little pussy of yours.” She said and I moaned. Both at the desperation and arousal of her words. I almost fell onto the mattress, but somehow kept myself up. 

It was harder and harder to do so as she worked her fingers in and out of my ass. She even hooked her fingers around the rim a few times, making me moan into the gag. Even with the dildo blocking most of the noise, I still blushed at how loud it sounded to me. My pussy quivered as I felt my wetness dripping halfway down my thighs. 

I whimpered when her fingers left my ass without warning. This time I did fall onto the bed, sticking my ass even higher into the air. Al’s soft chuckles sent a shiver through me. 

“Such a needy little slut. You really do need something inside you, don’t you? Something to stretch your little hole?” She asked and I half moaned, half whimpered into the gag as I nodded my head. She laughed again and then felt her weight leave the bed. I heard the drawer open again and a few things being moved around. A moment later and her weight was back on the bed, her hands brushing against my ass. 

“I want you to relax. Be a good little slut and let me plug you.” She purred. I took a deep breath through my nose and it rushed out in a moan as I felt something thick press against my asshole. I closed my eyes, relaxing as I let the plug go deeper. The plug widened, stretching my hole further and making me clench. 

“Almost there, relax.” She said, her finger ghosting over my ass and down my thighs. I relaxed again and the plug slipped all the way in. 

“Fuck, you actually took all of that?” She said and I moaned in response. The plug felt massive. 

“Now, come here.” She said. I opened my eyes and looked back to see her lying against the pillows, her legs spread. I turned around and crawled forward until I knelt between her legs, gazing into her eyes. 

“Turn around and sit.” She said. I did so and moaned when the mattress pressed against the plug. Althena laughed and pulled me a bit closer. 

“Good slut.” She whispered. 

“Now lean back and get comfortable.” She added. I did as I was told, leaning against her at an angle to my head almost resting in the crook of her neck. Al’s hands moved to my breasts first, caressing my sensitive flesh. I gasped, shivers running through my body when she punched my left nipple. The sensation went straight to my core. 

Her hand trailed lower, caressing my stomach. Her fingers were pitching and squeezing my nipples, rolling the nubs between her fingers. I pressed my back into her, her breasts pressing against me. 

“You know, I’ve always wanted to see if I could make a girl cum from just her nipples. Should I try that with you?” She asked. I whimpered and gripped the sheets. 

“Hmmm, that wasn’t exactly a no.” She said, her hand falling a bit further until her fingertips rested just above my clit. I squirmed, trying to get her fingers just a bit lower. I heard her laugh again. 

“You’ve been such a good little slut, so I’ll let you have what you want.” She said, making me more desperate for her touch. 

“Make sure you’re quiet, slut.” She said. Her hand brushed against the sensitive skin right next to my lips before caressing my inner thigh. She was so close… I moaned as she pinched my nipple hard, then gasped, arching my back when two of her fingers ran over my spread lips. She dragged her fingers in lazy circles over my folds and I slumped back against her, nearly overwhelmed by the sudden direct contact. 

“Damn.” She breathed. 

“How much of this is me and how much is this just you being a desperate little slut?” She asked. I moaned into the gag, heat rushing through my body. I was getting close, maybe I really was just that desperate. She wasn’t even fingering me! All she was doing was using her fingers to put pressure on my folds, stroking them in a circular motion. Every sensation felt magnified by a hundred, filling my head with a lusty haze until all I could think of was my approaching orgasm. 

It was slow, but I didn’t care anymore. The fact that I could feel it coming was enough. I melted into her as I desperately thrust my hips up. The attention on my nipples never stopped. The tugging on my nipples created a little spark that made me cum. 

I gasped into the gag as my orgasm washed over me. My entire body grew tingly, slow waves of pleasure rippling out from between my legs as I finally came. I almost felt like I was floating and giggling through the gag, my face growing hot as I realized what I had done. Althena pulled her hands away and gently brushed my hair with her clean hand. 

“Such a good little slut.” She said and placed a gentle kiss on my head.

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What's an August: A Newsletter

Reading: Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle, Rare Birds by L.B. Hazelthorn, and A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

Finished Reading: The Reddening by Adam L.G. Nevill, Whalefall by Daniel Kraus, The End and Everything Before it by Finegan Kruckemeyer, A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking by T. Kingfisher 

Podcast: N/A

Playing: Lunacid (PC), and Salt and Sanctuary (PS4/PS5)

Making: A .°˖✧website✧˖°.

Writing: Project E

Word Count: 164030

TLDR: RAGE, memes, capitalism sucking the fun out of fun, breaking away from socials, the magic of the INDIE WEB, I’ve got a website :3

Stop wasting beautiful stories on memes. I get so mad whenever I see a meme with a pitch for a story… and it’s brilliant… I have many memes (which now have permanent residence in my brain) which I am thinking of while writing this. I wanted to share some… Which meant searching for them and now I have more that exist and it hurts. It hurts for two main reasons. One is a me problem I should maybe look at deeper and one is a societal problem which can only be fixed by the death of the patriarchy… I’ll try to bring both down.

Number one is that I do not feel that a meme is a fully-fledged art form and that something is less valuable in meme form. How dare I, right? Bring out the guillotine. I guess, my personal art form is long-form storytelling and so I think about how these story ideas could fit into my own art form and that would be so cool, and I want to write them. And I can’t… which brings us to Number B.

Anyone who might want to write a novel or other fully published work based on these ideas, or inspired by it will likely not be able to. But first, let's take a look at the post which started me thinking about this right now.

The post in question:

So, Number B reason… Coming from me, this is going to be a real shocker, Capitalism. If you’re a storyteller and want to not… y’know, starve to death, you need to be concerned with the origin and claims to the core concept of a story. If you want to make a story based on a prompt like this, or a meme you saw, you can absolutely do so! However, if you do, and sell that story, and then the person who originally made this idea finds out… you could A. lose your publishing deal as you did not have the right to license this story and/ or B. get sued by the person whose idea it was.

This is bullshit.

We should be and feel free to share stories, ideas, and story ideas and art as freely as we care to. We should have a society where storytelling is being done by the vast majority, not the lucky few. We should be able to burn these brilliant story ideas on the pyre of memes/ communal storytelling. We should be able to make art without having to resort to squeezing every last Schrute Buck from your IPs cold corpse. Of course we all can make art for the masses and give it freely… but food is nice, so is paying rent, or a mortgage. And it is hard to be an art faerie, flitting about creating art like you were Magi Lune or Christa from Ferngully, art springing from your very presence on this fertile Earth… But you’ll have to squeeze it in, somewhere between your night shift at the Omega Mart and your 6am spin class and picking/dropping off children and of course there is the dishes to do. We must not forget the dishes! I have big feelings. 

Alright, I’m good now. Needed to get that off my chest.

Have I mentioned that I have a Patreon?

On a lighter note, and without a paywall: I’ve been making a website! I watched the following video on the “Indie Web” and got inspired to create my own Neocities website. I’ve become a supporter so I can include extra file types on my website and not be as concerned about the upper limit of how much space my website can take up.

I’ll be uploading the newsletters there under Tidings, as well as uploading art that I’ve made, and TTRPG stuffs, including the Umbrulexicon as I keep making them. I’m also going to be uploading writing projects there which will not be uploaded elsewhere. So there’s plenty to love over there~

Probably, WARNING FOR EPILEPSY!!!!!!!!:

Support weird. Support your local artist and help them bring down Capitalism.

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First of all, I had to read the last couple scenes of the preceding chapter again, and omg I love Clyde throwing drinks in Mills' face and having to be stopped before calculating how long it's been since Mills got laid!

The opening is great and it strongly resonates with me that she's pleased that her contrariness was still intact! I love the description of Mills when she first sees him too.

He looked right out of superhero central casting, the kind of ruggedly good-looking that was reserved for Brawny man commercials and bodice-ripper front covers. You gave him your name and extended a hand. Julian looked at it oddly. It felt like offering a starving man a juicy steak. When he took it, his hand large and pleasantly warm, he held it for a long moment.

God, she was quick on the uptake. It had taken Mills hours and a long bout of sleep to even get his brain working again. She was quick and smart and beautiful. And he loved her so much already.

How nice it would be to have such a hot bastard so thoroughly obsessed with you!

It's so well done how you write Mills feeling like a guilty dick while also balancing being head over heels, and no doubt as horny as a teenager lol. That sort of depth and nuance is something you do so well! I don't even see that in most professional writers and you nail it every time!

He battled with feeling impressed and smitten, and having to watch emerging hopelessness and panic grip the woman he loved. He would spend the rest of his life happily paying penance now that she was with him, indulging her until his dying breath.

I of course love the canon we've created about Mills and his bad luck! It's so fitting, and he responds so well under the duress of it!

Mills and Clyde are always great and I love their exchanges. The one with Clyde being blissfully bereft of morals is particularly fun! I'd love to have that asset programmed into me lol!

Omg this was my main thought while watching Passengers because although I have no real issues with Chris Pratt, I just don't find him attractive at all, and what a motherfucker it would be to be woken up by him as your Prince Charming! There would be no such issues with AD or Mills, of course, but I love that he's thinking it anyway! And the short blonde dudes with nipple rings cracked me up. I love this line about it!

He could be as much not her type as she was perfectly his.

I love this too! It's Both dark and sexy, which I always love! And I think it makes a man infinitely hotter when he knows how hot he is and how to use it. I hate those shy shut-in wallflower types so much, or when you see these wimpy timid 'subby' types. So much yuck. Give me a hot cocky alpha male any day! And you write them to perfection!

How long, then, before she was ready to give in? To touch him like he craved, even if she didn’t really like him at all? It seemed an inevitability, even if he hadn’t known, from the earliest memories as a boy breaking hearts on the playground, to his exploits as an adult, precisely the kind of effect he had on women. What a sick thought, and one he kept having despite himself, counting greedily down to it.

This is a great little scene and I am eager to see what sort of mayhem is coming! It will be extra fun to watch them having to work together while being both attracted to and murderous toward either other.

Behind you, there was a failure with the greeter holo. Its blue light blinked erratically and powered down, the blue circles along its crescent base turning black as they died one by one. You were too frustrated to look back and Julian was too distracted by you. He walked up to your side, eyeing the small of your back and the swell of your ass under it, hand tingling with desire to rest.... on either one. He missed how the sphere flickered and shut down. Deep in the bowels of the ship, red letters flashed warnings on screens before guttering out. No burial was had and their ghosts were snatched piecemeal out of the ether by other systems, carrying on some of their work, while the other bits, both crucial and banal, stopped like broken clocks.

I love this line from Mills!

“I’d love to be regarded as the first and biggest failure in something,” he had a delightfully sardonic wit and you smiled for the first time in days.

The scene of them walking through the pods is such a great mechanism to show both how they view intuition and 'love at first sight' as it were the same, and also how much she frowns on having no say over her own destiny and the foreboding of Mills getting into some serious trouble. What a great and well-written scene!

I love thinking about Mills' misadventures! Rasputin Mills is of course a favorite mental image of mine. But Nudist Mills is also a riot and the roomba Olympics is just hilarious. All the background you've worked in here adds so much to him.

I love the way you end it with them dancing and trying to remain neighborly while the sparks fly! I love this story and am totally hooked! Each installment keeps getting better and better, and I love the interplay between the characters. It's so natural. As is all the inner turmoil and conflict in Mills. It's nice to see a cocky toxic man who knows just how hot he is and how to use that to his advantage, but who is also enough of a decent guy to feel guilt and remorse over his shitty behavior. I'm sure he'll do a first class job making it up to her!

[Starship Icarus] IV

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: Mills finally meets his sleepin' gal.

WC: ~5.8K

*

You woke up as if from a grumpy nap as a child. Had you been a teenager, you would have rolled over, wrapping your blanket around you like a burrito and asked for five more minutes. Followed by trying to sleep for an hour or more.

The screen rose into view as your pod tilted. Your body gradually became accustomed to weight and gravity again, in a way that made you aware of the endless vessels carrying fluids all throughout the landscape of your flesh. You shuddered at the sensation and only listened to the voice greeting you and guiding you out of stasis without opening your eyes.

“We have nearly completed the voyage from Earth to Homestead II, where you begin your exploratory mission. Homestead II is the second planet outside Earth’s solar system to be colonized and the first in the Bhakti system to be explored,” she spoke in her serene, mechanical voice and you started testing out your newly awakened body. Deep breath, balling up a fist, swallow, blink, neck pop. The pod, cracked open like an egg from which you were meant to hatch, wheeled you to the door.

“…the Icarus is on final approach. For the next four months, you’ll enjoy space travel at its most luxurious.” You huffed an unimpressed little laugh and you were satisfied your contrariness was intact after a century in deathlike-sleep.

“…let’s get you to your cabin where you can get some rest.”

*

You remained in your cabin only long enough to follow the protocol, drink some resurrection juice and receive your luggage. It was nice and spacious in there, and you were gratified your Moroccan leather pouf was already waiting. You could immediately tell you’d be taking it easy and resting for a day or two until you were feeling more like yourself. A relaxing bout of reading with your feet up on the pouf and some fragrant tea steaming in a mug sounded heavenly.

As soon as you were out of your stasis gown and dressed in your own clothes, you went out in search of the other passengers. It was a little eerie to be alone, with only holos and machines for company.

“Hello?” you called out softly, voice still croaky from disuse. “Anybody around?” you asked casually, not wanting to come across as too eager or discombobulated. Silly thing to worry about in the face of colonizing a new planet.

A figure of a tall man shimmered behind a fountain and you stopped for a moment. Still groggy, you wondered if you weren’t just seeing weird shadows. Surely, the polite thing would have been to respond if he’d seen you. “Hi?” you offered, prepared to feel silly if you’d just greeted a mechanical ficus or a waylaid coat rack.

“Hi,” he responded in a gravelly voice and finally came fully into view as you passed the fountain. You watched each other in silence for a few moments. On your end, you were trying not to give him blatant elevator eyes or burst into girlish giggles. He looked right out of superhero central casting, the kind of ruggedly good-looking that was reserved for Brawny man commercials and bodice-ripper front covers.

Gingerly, as if he might scare you off, he took a few tentative steps closer. You did the same and stopped when there was a friendly, but polite distance left between you. “Are you passenger or crew?”

“Passenger. Julian Mills,” he was looking at you without blinking. He was probably just as disoriented as you.

You gave him your name and extended a hand. Julian looked at it oddly. It felt like offering a starving man a juicy steak. When he took it, his hand large and pleasantly warm, he held it for a long moment.

“I didn’t see anyone else from my row wake up yet. What about yours?” you asked, still more sleepwalking than awake. He stopped shaking your hand, but still held it.

“Same on my end.”

Thoughts were slow to crawl through the fog of your brain. It was increasingly frustrating to feel yourself sluggishly process information that should be received instantly. “The crew is supposed to wake up a month before we do,” you observed, looking around, somehow already knowing you wouldn’t find anyone else. The reassuring sheath of his hand around yours slipped away as you twisted around.

*

God, she was quick on the uptake. It had taken Mills hours and a long bout of sleep to even get his brain working again. She was quick and smart and beautiful. And he loved her so much already.

“I haven’t seen anybody else so far,” she added, confused, but hopeful.

His heart squeezed guiltily. He knew living with his actions would be difficult, but it felt worse in ways he could not have anticipated. “The crew is still asleep.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, ma’am.”

“Miss,” she corrected and he wanted to smile at that. It was the snippy tone he recognized from before and his chest melted like honey. “That makes me feel ancient.”

“Miss.”

“Um, back to the topic at hand,” she still felt loopy and it showed. “Who’s going to land the ship? We’re arriving in a few weeks.”

To make short work of it, Mills took her to the observatory. The same little panorama showing how screwed they were informed her of their whereabouts, now approximately two years closer to Homestead II than when he was there the first time.

“The others aren’t late waking up,” he said when he saw the same rejection in her expression that he felt initially. “We’re early.”

Her mind was beautifully clear and logical, so he led her down the same path he stumbled down many months before, without even needing to suggest the next steps. He battled with feeling impressed and smitten, and having to watch emerging hopelessness and panic grip the woman he loved.

The crew were in their inaccessible area, messages took decades to travel to and fro, it was impossible to break into key areas, impossible to get back into the pods.  

Finally panic set it and he let her run off, in search of her pod. He gave her time, appreciating that she would want to have whatever breakdown was to ensue privately. It was the smallest bit of decency he could afford her.

When he eventually decided he should look in on her, she was still looking for a way back in feverishly. He indulged her, letting her try to convince him there had to be a way, as desperate and incoherent as she was being. He would spend the rest of his life happily paying penance now that she was with him, indulging her until his dying breath.

He led her past the wreckage in front of her crew room, where he had been unsuccessfully trying to break in with every implement he could think of. She agreed to take a seat in and some deep breaths, a sedative if need be. He half carried her as she slumped into his side, knees wobbly from over-excitement. She paused and took in the marks of a labor than had clearly gone on for months.

“How long have you been awake?” she looked up at him and frowned. Realization sharpened her gaze and he looked for any signs of accusation, of pulling away. None yet, he was momentarily relieved.

“Close to two years.”

Her hand lifted to her lips in horror and he could swear she was about to cry.

“Come on, it’s right through here,” he secured a firm hold around the curve of her waist and directed her towards a lounging area of the Grand Concourse.

*

“You remember the facility you had to go to? Where they put you under? The procedure has to be done with special equipment, pretty much only in lab conditions. It’s multi-faceted and it takes a long time. There is no such equipment on the ship, or anyone with expertise to do it. The pods we were in are just designed to maintain stasis for a certain length of time and wake us up.”

She listened, despite all the effort it took, and Mills could see her try to stave off more fits. Her body was tightly coiled, rocking back and forth in a tiny orbit, teeth chewing anxiously on her thumbnail. She was quiet for a long time, occasionally shaking her head, in disbelief or refusal.

“I don’t want to condescend in any way, but I’ve been through what you’re feeling now. You should believe I’ve tried everything I could think of.”

“Two years…” she shook her head. Her eyes were full of pity when she looked at him again. He couldn’t stand to meet her earnest gaze for longer than a moment.

“You should sleep,” he suggested gently. “It will clear your head, I promise. You probably feel like it’s full of cotton wool now.” She wouldn’t confirm and he decided not to tell her anymore about what ‘she must be feeling’. “Drink that freaky pink stuff from the water dispenser, it’ll feel good. In the morning, you’ll… I can’t promise you’ll feel much better, but you’ll be more yourself.”

She was still too shocked to cry, as he had been at first, so she just looked defeated. Still, she stood up and opted for the correct corridor to make her way to her cabin, which was impressive.

“I can walk you to your cabin,” Mills suggested as casually as he could, even as his heart climbed into his throat and choked him. “The layout can be confusing,” he fumbled, losing confidence when she didn’t nod vigorously or give some other indication she wanted him. He should have just said I’m taking you - in fact, I’m also holding your hand. And I’ll be there first thing in the morning when you wake up.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine,” she said out of some self-sufficient, considerate habit.

She didn’t want his company. He tried not to spiral out. Sure, she’ll want to process this unimaginable calamity. However, he would have given anything, anything at all, to have someone with him on that first day. God, that first night, how awful it was, in endless solitude. And there she was, bravely walking away, sure that she would find a way to fix it.

“Almost two years…” she repeated, this time in a sigh that made him weak. “I’m so sorry you were alone for so long. It must have been torture.”

“It was,” he choked out, wondering if his face looked as guilty as his thoughts.

She shared a convivial silence with him before surrendering to her exhaustion. “Goodnight.”

*

Mills knew he would not be getting a wink of sleep that night. His blood felt like stinging electricity in his veins, shocking as it pumped through him.

“What’ll it be, Mills?” Clyde greeted in his subdued way.

“The usual.”

“How’s yer day been?” he asked just to make conversation. Mills’ paranoid brain detected a non-existent tone of accusation.

Mills swished the bourbon for a long moment, gaze lost in some private distance. “You know I have the worst luck in the world?”

“How’s that?”

“My prom date broke her leg after I asked her out – never made it to actual prom. I once gave CPR to a guy who’d been in a car crash. He sued me for fracturing some of his ribs. The company I worked for was the only one in the colonization business, right up until I was supposed to embark on the first mission. Then they went under. The one woman I’ve been unable to get out of my head is right under in front of me, right under my nose forever… and I can’t get to her.”

Clyde countered with his own programmed backstory – how his pa lost his diamond, how his uncle Stickley was electrocuted, how his ma got sick after she got their daddy’ settlement, how his brother blew his knee out and ruined a promising sports career, how he lost his hand…

“She’s awake,” Mills interrupted the story he had heard many times before, half-compunction, half-defiance.

There was only one she Mills had mentioned in all these months, so Clyde did not need to ask for clarification. “Congratulations,” he offered and Mills stared back, face not displaying the usual markers of happiness or satisfaction around the eyes or mouth.

“That’s whatcha wanted,” Clyde prompted, as though Mills’ circuitry failed for a moment and he was trying to get it back on track.

Mills could have strangled him. For the crime of being completely right.

“Ya don’t look happy,” the bartender noted and waited for an explanation.

“Can androids keep secrets?” Mills asked, realizing he should have wondered about that much sooner.

“I dunno ’bout androids, but gentlemen can,” Clyde responded solemnly, “and I consider myself one.”

Mills nodded. “Don’t tell her.”

“Don’t tell her what?” Clyde asked back earnestly. To him, borrowing her pen and waking her out of stasis were probably on par and he needed explicit instructions as to what to keep from her.

“Don’t tell her that I woke her,” Mills hated saying it out loud. “Let me do it in my own time.”

“’Course,” Clyde agreed all too easily, blissfully bereft of morals.

*

What if she likes short blond dudes? Mills wondered as he lay sideways on his prison cot of a bed. Still wide awake, he had his hands folded behind his head, eyes staring unseeing into the creamy ceiling. Some Aryan ideal? Maybe a British accent? A long coke nail? A nipple ring? He could be as much not her type as she was perfectly his.

How long, then, before she was ready to give in? To touch him like he craved, even if she didn’t really like him at all? It seemed an inevitability, even if he hadn’t known, from the earliest memories as a boy breaking hearts on the playground, to his exploits as an adult, precisely the kind of effect he had on women. What a sick thought, and one he kept having despite himself, counting greedily down to it.

*

It had been years since you woke up crying. The last time had been from a nightmare when you were still a teen. You’d forgotten it was possible to wake up already sobbing and salty with tears.

That next morning, you’d arisen, implausibly, even more desperate and disconsolate. If it even was morning. If time was reckoned the same way out here, or reckoned at all. If it was, then it was inexorably ticking down to your death, hurtling towards you like those glittering, burning stars sprinkled around your charging ship, dragging you into oblivion and making your fleeting existence truly pointless.

*

“No hibernation pod has malfunctioned in thousands of interstellar flights,” the holo assured you.

“I’m telling you, mine has!”

“Hibernation pods are failsafe,” it responded contentedly and Julian recognized the same conversation he once had as he approached.

“And yet, I’m awake! What a conundrum, hm?” you planted your hands on your hips, as though scolding. He took in the pose and smiled sadly.

“Dumb machine,” you muttered when you realized you’d get nowhere with that piece of junk.

“Happy to help!”

You gave it the middle finger as you turned to leave and join Julian on the way to the mess hall.

*

Behind you, there was a failure with the greeter holo. Its blue light blinked erratically and powered down, the blue circles along its crescent base turning black as they died one by one. You were too frustrated to look back and Julian was too distracted by you. He walked up to your side, eyeing the small of your back and the swell of your ass under it, hand tingling with desire to rest.... on either one. He missed how the sphere flickered and shut down. Deep in the bowels of the ship, red letters flashed warnings on screens before guttering out. No burial was had and their ghosts were snatched piecemeal out of the ether by other systems, carrying on some of their work, while the other bits, both crucial and banal, stopped like broken clocks.

*

“Have you eaten?”

“No. And I could eat a horse,” she said unselfconsciously and he nodded.

“Gold class breakfast,” the dispenser announced when he was already seated. The unfamiliar pronouncement made him crane his neck curiously.

She carried over a tray laden with food and tucked into it as soon as she sat down. They ate in silence until she had to come up for air. It was then she noticed his soylent beige and black coffee. “Yeesh. I feel like a glutton,” she muffled, a big bite still filling out her cheeks.

He shrugged. He was enjoying the sight of her delighting in her meal too much to care about having the same gruel for the millionth day in a row. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just not a gold class passenger.”

“What?” she frowned and her hand shot up in front of her mouth in case some food came flying out. Mills was amused to see her eyes widen as the information soaked in. “No way! Are you kidding me? What is this wannabe class bullshit?” she was outraged and he ached at the fact that she could muster this emotion for him in the middle of all her turmoil.

He just shrugged again, trying not to grin around his spoon of bland soylent. He should have realized this revelation would incense her proletariat spirit.

“Have you been…eating just that? This whole time?” she tried to ask evenly, not to make him feel bad.

“For breakfast, yeah,” he said. It had been so long that he just couldn’t bother being upset about it anymore.

She, however, shot out of her seat. “Let me get you something! What do you want?” she entreated, flustered with the desire to do something kind for him. It was such a genuine compassionate act that guilt overwhelmed him again. What would she do if she knew, he wondered while she made her way over and examined the menu.

“Nah, I’m fine,” he protested half-heartedly. He had never been much of a fruit and veggie guy back home, but over a year in, he would take kale and rambutan and kumquat and fucking chard, just to remember how much he didn’t enjoy any of it.

She slid a tray heavy with food in front of him, from crispy bacon and hashbrowns, to scones and cut up papaya and dragon fruit, with some foamy coffee that smelled overly sweet. But he’d be damned if he didn’t down that odious concoction all the same.

He stabbed some dragon fruit with its Dalmatian dots embedded in the white flesh, chuckling at the sight.

“You like dragon fruit?” she asked, slowly recovering from her mortification.

“I hate it!” Mills proclaimed happily and popped it into his mouth.

*

During the day, and the next several ones, you kept suggesting different options. Checking out the infirmary, the cargo hold, the comms room, building your own pods…

We can’t do that, Julian would reply, or that didn’t work, I already did it, as he shot every idea down.

“You’re not even considering—” you snapped, losing the battle to frustration.

“I’ve considered all of it,” Julian assured, effortlessly patient. “I’ve tried it, I promise you. Everything you can think of, and then countless other things.”

He seemed ready to settle down and give into this trudge into the void. The mere thought of it made your pulse skyrocket and sent you hyperventilating.

“I’m not ready to give up,” you said unsteadily as your breath kept sliding out of your lungs without ever oxygenating you.

*

For the next few days, you consciously avoided Julian as you put your ideas into action. You tried and failed, just like he said you would.

Eventually, to keep yourself busy and try to make sense of some of your thoughts, you started keeping a log. Whether it would become a personal diary or a document you would try to submit in order to detail what happened to you and Julian to the company, you were not yet sure.

“Why did you do it?” you asked as you approached the desk where he tinkered with something that looked like half of a set of binoculars.

He looked up like a TV frozen on an uncanny distorted image.

“Join the mission,” you clarified as you pulled out the notes you’d been keeping for your log. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve been thinking of making some notes… Not sure for what yet, but I was wondering if you’d let me interview you?”

“Sure,” he became warmer again and put down what he was working on without complaint. “But what do I have to say that would interest anyone?”

“You are the first hibernation failure in the history of space travel. The first recorded one, at least,” you added with your distrustful tone and he smiled at that. He really could be distractingly handsome and you had to consciously hold back from trying to tease out more of those rakish smiles. “That’s major news.”

“Mh,” he nodded, “I’d love to be regarded as the first and biggest failure in something,” he had a delightfully sardonic wit and you smiled for the first time in days.

“You’re not in bad company.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“The Wright Brothers,” you supplied and he leaned his head side to side, weighing your words.

“Henry Ford, Albert Einstein...”

“You’re making me blush,” he gave a coy flick of the wrist, so at odds with his classical masculinity.

“Thomas Edison,” you added the last name that usually followed on that list.

“His fortune turned, I believe, when he started stealing,” he noted with a shrewd look on his face.

“Yeah. Forget that asshole,” you conceded.

“I take your point,” he said and added in a smaller voice, “it’s very kind of you.”

You interviewed him and learned not just about his life, but the hushed up history of the mission to Homestead II. Julian relayed how he was first advised to take a demotion, and after the company was almost bought out by some deranged South African autocrat rich off his parents’ blood diamond legacy, suddenly the old crew were no longer eligible. He also detailed the many months of solitude, replete with a vacillating mental state and copious misadventures. Although he didn’t pity himself or linger on the details, he was candid and you felt comfortable asking whatever question came into your head.

“And do you think you’ve, for lack of a better word, resigned yourself to this situation?” you couldn’t look him in the eyes as you asked that. You were too conflicted and that look would surely hurt him to see.

“I’m not entirely sure. A lot can happen in a day, let alone a year or a decade. So I can’t say I’m resigned. But I understand how it can seem that way to you,” he said kindly and waited until you looked back at him. “You don’t have to accept any of this. You’ve just woken up. It must be irreconcilable and unthinkable to you now—”

You shook your head. “I’m scared of accepting it, and doing it so effortlessly. It’s actually so much easier to give in than I anticipated. I expected... I had more fight in me than that.”

He leaned in closer, moving with urgency. “It’s not ab-,” he started passionately, but then rephrased, “I don’t’ think it’s about being brave or strong. You also need to see sense and recognize reality. And you seem to be… scarily good at that.”

You gave a bitter laugh. “Reality is something I can’t wrap my head around. To be traveling, until the end of my natural lifespan – which is effectively forever – and never arriving. I’ve never… conceptualized futility on such a stark level.”

Julian let the angst hang in the air, giving it the respect it demanded. Then he sighed and tried to approach you from another angle. “A wise android once told me that you shouldn’t get so hung up on where you’d rather be and squander the chance to enjoy where you are.”

You pursed your lips and considered.

“I’m sure it sounds like a platitude now, but it’s helped me in some ways over time.” Julian didn’t press for any answer or acceptance out of you, placidly returning to his work and sitting with you in companionable silence.

“Thank you,” you said after a while.

“What for?” he scoffed, sounding amused.

“For everything,” you didn’t want to embarrass him and enumerate all the small kindnesses and comforts he had provided to you as you woke up and realized the situation you were in.

It was obvious in his expression he did not think he had helped much. You hoped to change his mind. With any luck, he wouldn’t begrudge you avoiding him earlier.

“I should meet this Clyde,” you shifted to brighter topics, “he sounds like a character.” You had yet to meet the android bartender. Drinking or sitting in some simulacrum of a bar didn’t sound very appealing before, but you might as well check out more of the ship, you reasoned.

“Let’s go for a drink tonight, then,” Julian floated the idea. You couldn’t tell if he really was as nonchalant as he seemed, or if his eyes were trained on the object in his hands strategically, to give off that appearance.

You decided he probably wasn’t thinking of it as a date, but you could still feel the intent of him, filling the space around you. His presence, heavy and commanding, even when he didn’t mean to exert it over you.

“Yeah, sounds good,” you responded, suddenly preoccupied with your pad. You thought you felt him steal a glance as you looked away and it took great effort not to smile to yourself.

*

In her absence, Mills had noticed one of the little roombas repeatedly run into a corner as he walked by it on one of those lonely days. He didn’t think much of it. Its sensor could have broken or he himself could have been fucking with it too much out of sheer boredom that it somehow malfunctioned. After pondering whether he should bother trying to repair it, he decided not to since there were enough of those critters crawling around.

As they walked towards their cabins, through one of the pod rooms, he noticed two roombas rolling on as normal and was satisfied with his earlier decision.

“So now that all of this happened, do you still think sending large numbers of people on such missions is a good idea?” she probed. He was thinking about the same thing, watching them clustered together in their life-sustaining coffins.

“I think they would say yes,” he evaded the question, “you can’t categorize people into yes’s or no’s, ones and zeroes.”

“Homestead can. Into zeroes in its account.”

“I don’t dispute that. But you can’t know all these 5,000 people and their reasons to participate. Some of them could be very good.”

“Maybe so, but I know people at large really well. And I’m good at seeing when they’re being exploited.”

“But what about who they are? What drove them to be here? This guy?” he picked out a familiar face. “Can you tell anything about him? Is he a banker, teacher, or gardener?” he asked playfully and she accepted the challenge, peering over the lid.

He looked stern, with defined, robust features, austere even in repose. “Banker,” she guessed as he thought she would.

“Gardener.”

She frowned. “Probably gardens some gnarly, mean looking plants.”

“Madison, Donna, or Lola?” he covered the information plate on another pod and cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Donna. That fits a redhead.”

“Madison.”

“No way!” she peeled his hand off and checked her name. It was true. Mills was grateful she took some time to look on, taking in her face and reading the information about her because he was still reeling from feeling her skin on his again. “Midwife,” she said wistfully and her face fell. “Right. Some babies are bound to be born up there.”

He could feel them both carefully avoid the other’s eyes. Babymaking was an unhelpful thought to linger on just then. “Another sucker selling a useful profession?” he guessed at her thoughts.

“No. I mean, yes, it’s useful. But I was just thinking… It’s silly. But it occurred to me how we probably would have been friends.”

“You think you can tell these things?” Mills asked, living and dying a hundred times in the space it took her to respond.

“Of course. You know these things instinctively. Call it what you want, intuition, ancestral wisdom, something you carry in your bones. We’re still humans, even if we’ve soared among the stars. We’d gravitate to each other,” she concluded and he felt lightheaded. “Besides, my grade school best friend was also named Madison,” she shrugged, “it would have been an easy point in her favor,” she tossed a smile over her shoulder and moved to keep going, but a glance to the pod next to Madison’s rooted her to the spot. He almost bumped into her and felt a cold sweat dew on his skin at the idea of touching so much of her body with so much of his.

“Alicia,” Mills sounded out her name. A-lee-see-a, he pronounced it in the correct Spanish way.

“I know her. She had a rather severe change of heart and wanted to stay back,” she double checked her information just to be sure.

“Why didn’t she?”

“I‘m not sure. I lobbied for her contract to be voided and for someone to be taken off the waiting list and take her place. But they decided not to for some reason.”

“Or she decided.”

“I don’t know… She seemed pretty adamant from what I’ve seen,” she huffed, still bothered by the situation. “It doesn’t seem right, you know? To make that decision for her. Force her into something she didn’t want.”

“It doesn’t,” he agreed and crossed his arms over his massive chest, determined not to fan the guilt her words ignited.

“You’d know all about that,” she muttered.

His heart stopped. “What?” he felt his shame was written plainly on his face when she turned to him.

“With your pod malfunctioning and having to deal with it alone for so long. It’s the last thing you wanted. At least she’s asleep.”

She sensed he didn’t want to talk about it, and he let her fall quiet. Then she rubbed his arms in support and he felt even worse.

*

Mills was already waiting at the bar when she came around the corner. The still unfamiliar rhythm of her steps as they approached through the Grand Concourse folded a thousand origami cranes in his gut and they all soared, pulling his heavy body with their flight as he turned to look at her.

She had on a simple outfit of black turtleneck and high-waisted checked skirt, with a pair of what his onetime fiancée would refer to as sensible heels. She was breath-taking.

He smiled as he got up to greet her, like a proper gentleman, and offered his hand to help her hop up onto the stool. “You look wonderful,” he tried not to sound licentious and make things awkward.

If she was flustered, she didn’t show it too badly. “Well, I packed this. I thought I might as well wear it.”

“Sure,” he nodded slyly. He wasn’t about to let her reject the compliment. “And you look wonderful in it.”

Finally, she relented and tried not to smile too broadly. “Thank you. You both look very handsome,” she glanced from him to Clyde with a hint of humor in her voice.

“Clyde’s a sharp dresser for sure,” Mills joined in and Clyde accepted the compliment.

For a time, Clyde was prompted to recount some of Mills’ notable misadventures over the last two years, including his nudist period, his Rasputin phase, and the mini Olympics he staged with the roombas. When the laughter died down, what swam to the surface was the awareness that all of these stories took place owing to his unfortunate circumstances. He felt both himself and his awoken girl beset with a feeling of emptiness.

Mills looked over at her and she let him look for a long moment. “I can’t think about all of this anymore, Julian,” she sighed and his name on her lips felt like a kiss as it floated to him. “I’m hitting the same walls a thousand times… It’s too sad.”

“Let’s not talk about it for a while, then?” he leapt at the suggestion and offered his hand in a deal.

She gave his eagerness a smile and took his hand. When she shook on it and squeezed, it was confident. “Just… be my neighbor,” she asked amicably.

Mills nodded to himself, considering. Still holding her hand, he leaned over the bar and Clyde came close to hear him.

The song that was playing on the jukebox scratched to a halt and after a few beats of silence, a new, familiar melody tinkled its lullaby tune on a glockenspiel. Then a marimba filled out the tinny sounds and a piano joined smoothly.

It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood, the song started and she bent over with a laugh.

A beautiful day for a neighbor, the sweet voice went on and Mills tugged on her hand, inviting her to dance.

Would you be mine? Could you be mine?

She relented and followed him a few steps away from the bar. He placed a hand in a respectful, neighborly spot on her waist, and she did the same, on his shoulder.

It's a neighborly day in this beautywood

A neighborly day for a beauty

Would you be mine? Could you be mine?

They swayed together to the melody that was equally as sad as it was sweet. It fit the mood better than anything he could have planned for in advance.

I have always wanted to have a neighbor, just, like, you, she tap-tap-tapped to the beat into his chest with her index finger and he watched her fondly.

I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you, he mouthed the line, watching from her eyes to her lips, down her neck, and then he hit the brakes, before he got too un-neighborly.

So, let's make the most of this beautiful day,

Since we're together, we might as well say,

Would you be mine? Could you be mine?

Won't you be my neighbor?

Even Clyde tore his eyes away from his little glass as they danced, recognizing the image before him as one of classic, universal romance.

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