#i get the sensation that im cubing

[yuikomoriemo]

So I'm making a headcanon list-

Pls don't judge

DIABOLIK LOVERS HEADCANONS (MORE WILL BE ADDED)

Since ayato plays basketball as a hobby reiji always scolds him to go for a shower-

Kanato has tea parties with his wax figures,teddy and sometimes forces ayato and laito to be there and dress them up.

Subarus called the police once on reiji(for being irritating)and actually got him arrested- boy- grounded a week-

Ayato likes playing with yuis hair but won't admit it.

Kou has once been accused of homophobia and Queerbaiting but- he retaliated by kissing subaru infront of his possible fans.

Subaru only plays roblox to bully brats offline

Reiji had NO CLUE how to use a Samsung,iPhone,galaxy, NONE AND IT TOOK SHU AND SUBARU MONTHS TO TEACH HIM/ they regretted it because REIJI....HAS A FACEBOOK PAGE

(reijis posts would be about his interest in chemistry which is adorable BUT....HE POSTS CRINGY PHOTOS OF HIMSELF AND ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION POST HIM PRANKING SHU-)

Yui always makes cookies for the family but as for kanato and ayato.....STALE COOKIES

Cordelia loves watching RuPauls drag race

I think laito is secretly a tik tok sensation

Kanato expects reiji to cook him chocolate cake and sometimes yuma BUT THAT RESULTS IN KANATO CRYING IN A CORNER

The only social media subaru has (apart from MYSPACE) IS TWITTER

Kou sometimes feeds on his fans during concerts for effect (such as his song DEVILS SPIRE)

Shu plays minecraft with yui

Ruki is secretly reading Fifty Shades Of Grey-

Azusa does things to annoy his brothers on purpose so that he'd get hit-

Beatrix always made shu do the little lad dance if he wanted to go out.

Cordelia made kanato do the little lad dance if he wanted candy-

Whenever reiji goes shopping he MUST take kanato even though kanato always wants something but never ever gets it and throws a tantrum.

Karl heinz listens to abba-

Subaru and yuma are hardcore Marliyn manson fans-

Come on- Laitos been to a gay bar at least more than twice lol

Reiji goes to AA meetings (he's a wine/vodka mom-)

Yui had a goth phase at one point and hates to admit it.

Azusa likes to sing when he's alone (The masochism tango-)

Kanatos favourite music artist is Melianie Martenz

Ayato will NEVER ADMIT IT BUT....he had a Justin Bieber phase

Reiji watches full house

Kou and laitos favourite show is Desperate Housewives (laitos reason- let's just say the letters M i l and f) (kous reason- DRAMA)

Subaru made yui watch Moral Orel (ITS A GOOD SHOW BUT- VERY...VERY...DARK)

Yui once asked kanato to wear a dress she bought just out of curiosity

Ayato makes homophobic jokes- (I like dark humour bit that guy would take it to far-))

Subaru paints his nails black

Kanato 100% has BPD

I think yui attempted to murder the sakamakis once in her life-

Kou makes his brothers practice his dances for an upcoming concert.

Yui is a cat person (as in she prefers cats as pets)

Some related to my lgbtq headcanons reiji would've been 100% homophobic in the past

Karlheinz has an onlyfans- (IM SORRY-)

Kanato forces ayato to dress up

Yumas "sugar cubes" are actually just weed mixed with sugar-

Reiji always does the triplets homework assignments

Ayato has tried numerous occasions to make takoyaki for yui since she always makes it.

Azusas music taste is heavy metal-

Laito loves rose bubble baths

Every weekend reiji makes the triplets go out and takes their phones to snoop but immediately gives them back SCARED OF THE THINGS HE SAW (subaru and shu pay their own phone bill- maybe the triplets should do the same-)

Laito loves McDonald's chicken nuggets

Reiji laughs at the idea of gentle parenting (CLAY PUPPINGTON I TELL YA-)

If cordelia was alive she'd totally be the heartthrob on vogue magazine-

When christa is in a good state of mind subaru takes her out to a cafe just to chat.

Reiji always says fiction is rubbish BUT THE NEXT MINUTE HES WATCHING HOWLS MOVING CASTLE WITH YUI-

Beatrix used to make reiji read silly books despite his intellect such of "history of walnuts"

Cordelia whenever she wasn't a heartless bitch to her kids she'd read them bedtime stories from brothers grimm-

If reiji was a dad he'd TRY HIS BEST TO TREAT THEM BOTH THE SAME-

Subaru likes to bring stray cats in his room if they wander in the mansion (Let's see how long that lasts with clean freak reiji-)

Reiji sometimes ONLY SOMETIMES...covers shu up in a blanket when he's sleeping on the couch

Sakamaki Anime

Shu: Kiss him not me

Reiji: Howls moving castle

Laito: ....HELLSING ULTIMATE for the wrong reasons-

Kanato: Junji Ito collection

Ayato:NARUTO

Subaru: YURI ON ICE

Kou follows Harry styles on insta to get fashion tips of his posts for upcoming concerts-

Yui cut subarus hair one time ...PHHHHHHHH....IT DIDNT GO WELL...

Karl used to make the triplets play jenga for 2 hours straight just to entertain himself with their arguments.

Yuma once gave yui his SUGAR CUBES....she wanted more it felt better than being bitten 4752226775444 times A DAY

OK SO...The wedding night- cordelia totally got drunk on purpose and slapped her bridemaids for staring at Karl and then sobbed when Karl yelled at her-

Laito once bought edible-(stuff I can't say but you can guess-) AND FORGOT ABOUT IT ONE TIME ONLY TO HAVE REIJI SMACK THE SHIT OUT OFF HIM WHEN HE FOUND IT

Ayato and subaru sometimes team up to annoy laito

Ok- this one might be offensive so I apologise in advance, on many occasions reiji would be absolutely pissed after having a jehova witness at the mansion door

Beatrix tried cordelias wine and they both ended up actually getting along for once

@yuma-mukami-garden-god @notdiabolika @diabolikpersonals

#diabolik lovers #anime and manga #kanato sakamaki #kou mukami #yuma mukami #laito sakamaki #diabolik lovers ask blog #diabolik lovers memes #ayato sakamaki #azusa mukami #reiji sakamaki #sakamaki subaru #diabolik lovers headcanons #headcanons

[jiminsinterlude]

Please Me | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: After your new neighbor invited you over for a drink to welcome you in, you end up on his couch with him welcoming the inside of you too.

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->Smut; Next door neighbor

Warnings: protected sex, drunk(slightly) sex, oral sex(f.), fingering, explicit language

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Meeting your new next door neighbor surely took a turn. It went from just drinking and talking to making out in the kitchen to your legs being spread open on his couch with him in between them.

You threw your head back onto the armrest of the couch, gripping onto the man's head that was in between your legs.

Moans escaped your mouth from the pleasure the man was giving you. His name never left once, for you had forgot it. But you knew you wouldn't be able to forget his mouth.

The man in between your legs had been giving you the best head for the past 10 minutes.

His tongue swerved around your clit, licking you like ice cream. He would dip his tongue lower to lick from your hole then back up to your bud. The feeling was sensational, amazing.

He was already looking up at you when you decided to look down. His eyes were so beautiful, eye fucking you while he fucked you with his mouth. You suddenly remembered his name and moaned it. "God Jimin."

You could see the smile on his face when you finally said his name. His hands moved down from your breast to rub your thighs that were clenching around his head.

Soft circles of his thumbs glided on your thighs. You threw your head back in ecstasy. Why was he so good with his tongue.

Jimin began to flick his tongue rapidly on your clit, moving one hand off your thigh and placing it between your legs. You felt his thumb circle your hole before slowly entering his two middle fingers into you.

"Oh fuck, Yes. That's so good." You smiled while moaning out. You loved a man that can please you so well. That is able to give you exactly what you want. What you need.

He began to become intense with his actions. You were getting closer and closer to letting it all out. Jimin sucked on your clit hardly, as if you were an ice cube, trying to melt it all. Trying to melt you.

Your legs shook around his head and you gripped tighter onto his hair. Looking back down at Jimin again, you could tell that he was enjoying himself. His fingers curled inside you, making you cum immediately. He rubbed your walls before pulling them out.

The man began to lather his tongue in your juices, then drink you like water. You never had a welcoming gift this amazing. This moment would be remembered forever.

Jimin came up from in between your legs, smiling while licking his lips. "You taste as good as you look." He said bringing his fingers that were once inside of you to his mouth. "I'm not going to get enough."

You reached your arms out to him, needing to taste his lips again. Getting the message almost immediately, Jimin closed the gap between the two of you and smashed his lips onto yours.

You were no longer in the same position from before when your head was on the head rest. Your entire body was flat on the couch with Jimin hovering over you.

Hands roamed all over his body. From his soft hair to his muscular back that could be felt through his thin shirt. You whimpered into the kiss when you felt his hard bulge hit your exposed core through his jeans. I need him, you said to yourself.

Sliding your hands down, you brung them to Jimin's now wet jeans due to you leaking onto him. You began to undo them, slowly. As much as you wanted him, you wanted to take your time to not seem so needy.

Once done, Jimin pulled away from the kiss and just looked down at you. "Baby, are you gonna please me?" You say with lustful eyes and a seductive tone.

"Im gonna do more than just please you." He responded, pulling his shirt off to reveal the body you couldn't stop rubbing on.

Laying there, you watched him take off his jeans, leaving himself in white supreme briefs. He then helped you out of your shirt and bra, naked under his body.

You could tell he couldn't get enough of your lips as he dove back in to kiss you once again. It was slow but so sloppy. "Jimin." You moaned into the kiss. Your bodies could make static electricity from him much the two of you rubbed up on each other.

Pulling away from the kiss, Jimin finally removed his last piece of clothing. You watched as he used his left hand to slowly lower his briefs. His dick popped out and slapped onto his stomach right above his belly button.

He sat down on the couch and motioned for you to come sit on his lap. You did so, sitting right on his hard erection but not putting it in. He leaned in and kissed you immediately after, two naked bodies on each other.

Jimin rubbed his hands up and down your back then came down to massage your ass. Getting impatient, you rocked your hips against him which caused the both of you to moan into the kiss.

One of his hands left your body and began to search in between his couch cushions for the condoms he usually stores there. Jimin doesn't have sex frequently but will always have condoms prepared in places just in case. And you were going to be his first in months.

You whined when he pulled away from your lips again but only to rip the condom wrapper open with his teeth. He kept eye contact with you the entire time, even when rolling it down his long wide dick.

"You gonna give me a good ride?" He asked licking his lips.

"Without a doubt." You responded, lifting you hips up so he could insert himself inside of you.

The two of you moaned simultaneously when you slid down, coaxing the condom with your juices. It didn't even feel like there was one, the condom was so thin. You could feel the veins that you felt when rocking yourself onto him. But this was even better.

"God Y/N, It's like I can feel the inside of you. So fucking wet." Jimin began to attack your neck with kisses and bites. Only moans were able to leave your mouth.

You bounced up and down on the man. This was definitely such a good welcoming gift.

Jimin threw his head back onto the back cushion of the couch, moaning from the pleasure you were giving him. His hands were rested on your thighs, gripping them intensely.

Your hands were on his chest, with nails digging into him. You could of came right then and there when Jimin thrusted his hips upwards. "Shit. Yes Jimin."

He did it again and got the same reaction out of you. A loud moan with nails digging deeper.

Enjoying the reaction he was getting out of you, Jimin began to do it repeatedly. At this point, you gave up, no longer bouncing onto him. Your body fell into his, head resting onto his shoulder.

The man drilled up into you roughly. You sat back up again with your hands on his chest. Your head was thrown back as you moaned more and more. "Jimin! Fuck I'm gonna cum!" You screamed at the top of your lungs.

Quickly, your back met the couch cushions. Jimin hovered over you while still inside. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, holding onto his arms tightly. "You're beautiful Y/N." He said leaning his forehead onto yours.

Deep eye contact was made as Jimin pounded into you. Your breaths were heavy and so was his. Soon, the two of you would cum.

Lips met your neck, which turned into teeth. Jimin bit your neck while also sucking on it. It turned you back into a moaning mess.

Whimpers left your mouth as you began to get closer and closer, sensitive and more sensitive. Jimin dragged himself in and out of your pussy. His pace changed repeatedly. Fast, then slow, then fast again or slow with hard thrusts.

You rubbed your hands up Jimin's arms, to his neck then to his hair. Intertwining your fingers with it, you began to grip it. He bit your neck harder which caused you to arch your back.

A slur of curses slowly slipped out your mouth as well as, "Mm, Fuck you Jimin."

The words made him smiled against your skin, causing him to get a bit rougher. He began to hover over you again on his forearms. "It seems to be that I'm already doing that, love." Then went harded.

At this point you could see stars from how hard you were rolling your eyes back. Your mouth was closed as you bit on your lip, muffling your moans. "Come on Y/N. Look at me with those pretty eyes. Let me hear you sing for me."

Jesus fucking Christ, he would be the end of you. Your eyes opened and you looked up at the perfect faced man. "Jimin...", you said in a whimper, "Fuck I'm cumming."

He was pleased with your answer, smiling as he slammed into you repeatedly. Soft moans left his mouth as you clenched around him, releasing yourself. "Gonna cum for you Y/N."

His eyes fluttered shut as his strokes grew slower. Jimin filled up the condom with his cum, it should've been your mouth.

After releasing, he pulled himself all the way out. The condom was taken off and knotted in no time. You watched as his soft dick harden up again. He looked down at you, licking his lips. "Welcome to the neighborhood Y/N."

You laughed at his words as he came back down to your body. Jimin planted a soft kiss on your lips as he picked you up from the couch. "I'm gonna need to give you another welcoming though. And maybe tomorrow and the next."

"You can welcome me everyday." Was the last thing you said before he pulled you back into a kiss.

He can please you everyday.

#jiminsinterlude #bts pjm #jimin smut #jimin x reader #park jimin smut

[theonceoverthinker]

Suspension (ChellDOS)

Summary: Chell emerges from nap atop GLaDOS and finds herself high above the Central AI Chamber's ground. Still, Chell's not complaining, for the view as the robot she's resting on are sensations she wants to take in fully.

Hi, @im-glad-for-chell! I’m your @portal-secret-santa this year! I’m sorry for the delay in getting you your present (I don’t know if you saw the anon messages I sent you, but this was a bit of a rough month). Still, I hope this gift was worth the wait, and is one you enjoy! Happy Holidays!

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A present fundamental truth of Chell’s life is that she knows how to get what she wants.

Over the course of the time that she’s known GLaDOS, Chell has found that getting what she wants has become a progressively easier endeavor than it once was. 

To be fair, when what you initially want is to kill an essentially immortal AI who’s hell-bent on killing you, you can’t really get much harder than that.

Now, things are easy, and Chell finds that getting what she wants is about as simple as solving a button-cube test. 

It’s a nice feeling.

If she wants a cake baked and she’s too lazy to make her one herself, a hand placed just so over her belly – accompanied by a familiar glean of puppy dog eyes that she knows her partner can read like binary – will have an exasperated GLaDOS assembling ingredients and preheating the oven within seconds.

If she wants to give her beloved Companion Cube a well-deserved polishing, GLaDOS will give her what she needs, though demanding she get the same treatment once Chell is done.

And if she wants to relax atop GLaDOS as she works, then GLaDOS – not without more than a fair amount of grumbling – lays herself out so Chell can get on her.

It’s good getting what she wants.

A familiar dull hum greets Chell as she stirs from a slumber that she just barely recalls falling into. It’s a hum that speaks of the sterility of Aperture as a whole, it’s relatively unyielding life in the face of countless years of inevitable change meters upon meters above it. 

Chell opens her eyes.

Well, to be more precise, she opens up one of her eyes, as the other is closed and snugly pressed against a slightly curved piece of metal that she’s more than well-acquainted with by now.

Immediately, her sense of time is thrown off base. Aperture has never really been known for its windows. Hell, even the curtains that once brought it renown were explicitly only for showers. Signs of the passage of time do exist in the facility, but they’re ones that she has to search for herself.

Still, sense of time or no sense of time, Chell’s not worried.

Her schedule is wide open, only at the mercy of hers and her lover’s whims.

There’s also no cause for worry on her part for her location.

Chell might not have been able to identify her location right off the bat, but the warm chassis radiating under the right edge of her back and alongside its accompanying arm gives her all the assurance that she needs for her state of safety.

Chell’s face is tilted to her right – just close enough to the edge of GLaDOS’ chassis that she can get a non-strenuous view of the floor. Without moving her head, she looks down.

As it turns out, there’s an awful lot of down for her to look at. 

Before Chell fell asleep, GLaDOS was checking on the cube production line. It was a simple job – one that required no coordination with an external monitor – which made it easy for Chell to hop onto her back. 

Now, it looks like she’s checking on the PH of the lab’s acid pools. That particular monitor is roughly six or so feet up in the air. The groove of GLaDOS’ chassis prevents Chell from any threat of losing her balance, even if she were to sit up at this moment.

She doesn’t. 

GLaDOS’ chassis is comfortable, warm to the touch and a salve of pure coziness to her right side.

Chell wants to enjoy it for a bit longer, before their unique brand of conversation, and the expectations that accompany it, come once more into play.

It’s not that Chell doesn’t love GLaDOS – she just knows the importance of taking advantage of a quiet conscious moment with her when such an opportunity presents itself. 

When the two of them are together, enjoying GLaDOS in a quieter state of being is an especially rare treat.

As her head is still tilted to the side, Chell is only partially able to see GLaDOS as she works. 

Though GLaDOS’ optic doesn’t move in the conventional sense, Chell’s familiar enough with her body to be able to hear it move through certain subtle sounds that stem from underneath her hull. The ones she hears as GLaDOS wordlessly shifts across countless lines of data tells Chell that she is generally enjoying her maintenance’s monotony in all its simplicity. GLaDOS would never admit it out loud, but Chell knows that her presence plays a not at all insignificant part in that. 

For a computer, GLaDOS is a terribly bad liar.

Chell can’t help but feel a little smug about that fact, a fact she’ll be sure to point out when GLaDOS tries to whine about how Chell basically trapped her via her lazy human body into conducting unnecessary extended maintenance when there were so many other things she could’ve been doing instead.

She can practically hear it already, but she’s prepared to argue her case if and when it comes up.

However, that won’t be for a bit longer if she can help it, and until then, Chell wants to rest and relish in the presence of her quiet and hard, yet simultaneously snuggly computer in all her glory.

The ear that’s to GLaDOS’ chassis can hear whirring motions. She remembers paying attention to them before she fell asleep, comforted by the lullaby played to the percussion of gears, brass of bolts, and strings of wires.

This isn’t the first time such noises have sung her to sleep and Chell knows it won’t be the last time either. She prefers it that way. It’s comforting – a calming, rhythmic pattern as well as a consistent sign of GLaDOS’ life force. Even though they’ve been outside of the realm of danger for so long now, that latter sensation is one Chell never ceases to derive solace from. 

It’s hard for Chell to keep her eyes pulled to look at GLaDOS and her work so as to not give herself away – an invisible nagging sensation pulling her toward a less straining view instead – so she turns her attention elsewhere, looking to the floor, and letting herself take in the view of the chamber from her airborne point-of-view. 

The chamber’s clean, recently the subject of a bout of maintenance itself, one done earlier in the week. It’s so much so that the floor reflects a blur of hers and GLaDOS’ image as the two of them are suspended in the air.

Chell had seen the chamber clean before, but from this height, it’s really something special – ethereal, yet not bereft of commonness in that ethereality altogether.

She notices as she gazes upon it that in its clean state, the floor matches her eyes – a lighter, yet steel-like gray. Chell doesn’t believe in fate, but coincidences like this tickle the notion of fate in a way she can appreciate all the same. 

Really, what are the odds?!

GLaDOS can no doubt tell her, right down to the seventieth decimal place if she so desires.

Once she’s had her fill of rest, Chell reminds herself to ask her.

Hell, as thanks for hosting her impromptu nap and snuggle session, Chell will actually ask GLaDOS to list out as many of the extra decimal places as she wants, or however many might exist – whichever comes first. 

Still, Chell doesn’t feel like she’s had her fill of awakened rest yet, so the question remains suspended in her head, just as she and GLaDOS remain suspended above the chamber’s floor. 

From up here, solidly on top of GLaDOS, yet not completely on her, Chell feels gravity at work, trying and failing to pull her right leg down to the chamber’s base. 

She knows she’s up high, but her foot’s tug drives the point home so much stronger.

It’s been some time since she was last up this high in the chamber. Everything was different back then, from the floor to the ceiling to the walls to herself, and GLaDOS for that matter, too.

Frankly, it feels like an eternity ago.

Back then, hanging at a height like this via-GLaDOS brought about feelings of near-helplessness and fear. 

Now, it brings no such thing. 

Instead, it brings a relaxed sort of comfort that Chell wouldn’t forgo for anything.

So she lets her leg dangle, as gravity continues its doomed attempt to entice it downwards from GLaDOS’ airborne chassis.

Minutes pass in Chell’s self-imposed silent bliss. Her mind is lulled by GLaDOS’ warmth. 

A lot can be said for the faults of Aperture – Chell certainly has a laundry list of her own – but damn, can they flawlessly regulate a temperature on their hardware. 

One would think that a power-heavy machine like GLaDOS would be uncomfortably hot and have at least several dozen warning labels to not even graze her chassis, but GLaDOS has never felt anything but perfect to the touch. Chell can hold her for as long as she wants and never come away with so much as a blister or painfully balmy feeling on her body.

Her lover is an impressive marvel of science, that’s for sure.

Between the all but white noise of GLaDOS’ body at work and the warmth of the chassis she’s laying upon, Chell feels like a newly-hatched chick resting in its incubator.

In that moment, reminded of chicks, Chell makes another note – check on the ‘little killing machines’ later on, and bring them a snack while she’s at it.

GLaDOS might chide her for spoiling her – as she calls them – ‘weapons in the making,’ but honestly, there’s no way she can expect Chell to see baby birds and not want to feed them.

Chell appreciates and respects GLaDOS’ work – though she admittedly finds the particular prospect of her training chicks to be murdersome sources of terror to be silly at best – but she’s feeding the damn birds.

Eh, call it human nature.

Suddenly, GLaDOS moves. She slowly moves to look at Chell, though Chell quickly closes her eyes as to keep her awakened state a secret. GLaDOS’ movement is gentle, one that wouldn’t have been enough to wake Chell were she still asleep, but there’s a sense of unmistakable impatience to it. 

GLaDOS must be done with her acid pool maintenance.

It’s just as well.

While Chell dabbles with the idea of falling back asleep – she’s still a little tired and GLaDOS certainly has other maintenance tasks she can do for as long as Chell wants to sleep on her – Chell thinks she’s had enough rest. If she doesn’t stretch soon – or at least do something to counteract the stiff feelings spending hours on her right side has given her – she swears she’s going to go mad.

Besides, though she appreciates this rare moment of cozy silence from GLaDOS, she misses hearing her voice, holding her with both arms, and kissing her smooth surface.

Yes, it’s definitely time to move.

Following a single, fluid motion, Chell’s sitting up on GLaDOS’ extended chassis. Chell’s sure it probably looks like she’s riding GLaDOS the same way one would ride a horse or mechanical bull. The image in Chell’s head of that is a funny one.

GLaDOS wastes no time before acknowledging her – in her typical, GLaDOS-like fashion.

“You fell asleep on me. Again.”

Her tone fights the Sahara itself in dryness.

Chell shoots her a somewhat-silly look, a dare for her to say that she has a problem with her doing so.

GLaDOS doesn’t take that dare – not that Chell would ever expect her to. 

One thing that Chell knows about GLaDOS is that with the rarest of rare exceptions, she only does what she wants to do.

Fortunately, for both of them, what she wants is Chell.

By now, Chell is more than aware of GLaDOS’ desire to do different things outside of maintenance. She knows that just yesterday, GLaDOS finished a fresh new batch of tests for her bots, and GLaDOS was only too excited to use them as soon as possible. 

However, a sudden new, yet not entirely unfamiliar desire of her own takes over Chell. 

Her more upright view has made her see that perhaps she’s not done sleeping, but rather…she just needs to shift positions.

GLaDOS might have had enough of Chell resting on her…but Chell realizes that she hasn’t.

Chell slides onto her stomach and down GLaDOS, her chin pressing against the back of GLaDOS’ core and arms wrapping around the last bit of metal and wires that connect GLaDOS’ core to the rest of her chassis. 

God, it feels good on her body, cracking her back in a couple of hard-to-reach places while also warming her belly.

GLaDOS’s reaction is instant.

“Are you really about to fall asleep on me again, right after you just woke up?”

Her tone isn’t outraged. It’s deadpan – almost whine-like at the same time, but in a cute way. She goes on to mutter under her synthetic breath how humans are supposed to sleep less than cats, but that Chell of course is the one exception, and then goes on to list all of the things that she could be doing right now, but can’t thanks to her present role as a hammock. 

Chell answers GLaDOS’ question by pressing her lips to GLaDOS and letting them linger amidst the familiar pool of ivory. The warm metal on her face lets loose a silent sigh that borders on a silent moan.

“You’re lucky you don’t drool.”

GLaDOS must feel Chell smirk against her because she doesn’t just leave it at that.

“Doing that won’t always get you what you want, you know?”

Does she really want to bet that?

Because Chell sure wants to.

Another kiss, a cheeky peck, is placed, now closer to her core’s side. 

Chell knows how GLaDOS’ nerve receptors work, how the more sensitive to touch they get as the object of impact gets closer to the core.

Going right for her core itself assures Chell victory in a battle that GLaDOS never had so much as a chance to win.

GLaDOS doesn’t speak, though it sounds like something tries to escape from her speakers.

Yes, Chell has a feeling that some kisses will, in fact, always get her what she wants.

However, Chell reasons that that’s not at all an issue, because while they might differ from time to time, what she and GLaDOS want are ultimately one and the same.

#portal #chell #glados #chelldos #portal secret santa

[yoursweetinoccentdreams]

Droplets |L lawliet x fem reader nsfw 18+|

Warnings!: Male and Female receiving, BDSM, Dom? L submissive reader, shower sex, praise, aftercare.

Pairings!: L lawliet (Ryuzaki), Reader with female pronouns.

Wordcount: 1K words

Y/N's POV: I wake up and turn to my side to say good morning to the best detective in the world, known as my boyfriend L, unfortunately, he was chained to Light Yagami so he can keep an eye on him. Neither of them were there but for him, it was expected since he's working on the biggest case in the world called "The Kira Case". I stretch my arms as I get out of our king-size bed, making the bed folding all the sheets, and fixing the pillows so the rented hotel room could look somewhat clean due to all the candy wrappers you're boyfriend had eaten the previous day.

I walk downstairs still in my Nightgown as I go to the kitchen and look at the time, it was 7:01 in the morning no other members of the task force were even up yet due to lack of sleep all week. I make me and L some tea to keep us high in energy, as I make my way down the hallway into the living room where I see L sitting on the couch, legs hutched up to his chest as he watches the cameras around Task Force HQ.

"Good morning! I say as I go to sit beside him, "Good morning , how was you're sleep?, I didn't want to disturb you." He asks, "I slept well! seen anything on the cameras this morning?" He raises an eyebrow, "No... not yet seems like no one is awake." "I mean it is pretty early" I mumble. I reach into a hug cuddling him into the couch "Y/N... Can you please get me 3 sugar cubes for my tea?" "Of course." I say as I go and get him 3 perfect cubes of sugar, swaying my hips a little more as I walk away from him,L stares at me intensely his eyes watching my every move.

"Where's Light?" I ask seeing the chains still on L's wrist but not attached to anyone. "He's in his room im monitoring him, he's sleeping so I decided to give him and me a break, don't worry Watari is watching over him too," L stated blankly. "Oh okay!" I walk back over to him with the sugar cubes he asked for, "Im going to take a shower" I say to him, "You aren't going to ask me to join? His eyebrows raised in question. "I never said you couldn't" I start to walk away as I feel hands around my waist, He turns me around aggressively and kisses me humming into the kiss. He walks in front of me holding my hand and leading me to the shower, "Strip" He said blankly. I blush lightly at his sudden words doing what he says anyway, "That's not fair! you have to strip too!" I say Embarrassment taking over me.

"Fine Y/N have it you're way" He says as he takes his clothes off piece by piece, I start the shower making it hot, holding his hand pulling him in the shower first. As I take soap and rub it on the wet cloth cleaning my body rinsing the cloth out and washing his body too, he pushes my head down making me get on my knees in front of him. "Suck" he says blankly staring into my eyes. I blush my whole face turning red as I pick up his cock with my mouth sucking it gently swirling the tip in my mouth as he groans at the sudden sensation.

"Y/N... keep doing that.." he says eyes watching mine like a hawk. I continue to suck his cock, he takes my head gently and bobs it up and down on his cock chasing after his orgasm. He suddenly groans loudly as I feel spurts of his cum down my throat, he smiles as he watches me swallow it. "I love you Y/N" he kisses me passionately groaning into the kiss. He takes the other side of the chains and puts the handcuffs on me. "What are you doing?.." I ask? "Perhaps I thought you'd know what I was doing." He leans me up against the wall of the shower as he starts kissing my neck.

"You're beautiful, I don't know what I'd do without you, you and me are going to solve this case together" he whispers in my ear, I blush due to the compliment. He kisses me again leaving a trail of saliva behind as he pulls back from the kiss. "Are you ready?" He asks, "Yes... Just get it over with." I say whimpering not ready for the pain that is soon to come before the pleasure, He takes his cock giving it a few strokes before putting it over my entrance. He pushes just the tip in, I moan due to the pain of me being ripped open, he waits a few seconds to let me adjust.

"Are you okay? perhaps can I move?" He asks softly, I nod, he pushes his cock deep within me "Fuck!" I scream in pleasure as he thrusts in and out of my pussy, "So tight!" he groans in my ear, reaching to massage my breast soon reaching to grip around my neck. I moan as he starts to thrust faster chasing after our orgasms his balls hitting the hilt of my ass creating a slapping noise pounding into my G-Spot repeatedly.

"FUCK! right there! Im gonna cum!" I scream as my arousal starts to drip down his cock. He pounds ruthlessly into my hole causing me to clench around him tightly milking him in the process. "Y/N! im cumming!" he groans and pulls out fast jacking off his cum onto your ass. He pants hard as he slaps you're ass. "Perhaps we should really get cleaned this time.. our hygiene will lower by 35%" " Thats one way to put it, so formal." We laugh. He cleans me up as we get ready to go to the living room to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie as well as another day of catching Kira.

a/n! THIS IS FOR U GEO ;)

#anime #anime gif #manga #l lawiet #death note #ryuk #l lawilet #bathroom #popular #masterlist #female reader #fluff #aftercare #choking #light yagami #misa amane

[mamaangiwine]

Hi, it's me again, i have another dream i thought you'd find cool! If you don't want to interpret it because you've done one for me before it's totally fine! Its just so wild i wanted to share.

I was God, or a God, and i came down to Earth. When i looked at Earth and it's people i didn't see a blue planet, i saw a giant room shaped like a cube filled with randomly placed, basically shaped, columns and platforms which people stood on. People looked like people, but they also looked like simplified shapes. It felt like i was looking at code when i looked at the world and people. I placed myself in an upper middle platform in the bottom left of the cube with some people, and when i did i became more human. I held onto a piller and looked over the edge and said something like "wow thats a scary drop" to which someone behind me responded "yup, I'd hate to be pushed of that ledge" i turned towards him and said "now that you said something im worried!" And we laughed, like a big laugh, and i physically felt my real body giggling and smiling in my sleep. Thats when i realized i was in some weird half asleep half awake stage. I could move and feel my real body but i was dreaming. At somepoint i ate some food that tasted SO good i swore it was real. Then i realized i had powers. Powers like whatever i wanted to happen, happened. Snaping away something in the blink of an eye, moving something with my mind, ect. So i decided to help everyone i could. With my powers i protected and saved people from evil forces. One guy had some evil thing in him and tried running right at me but i froze him in time and exercised the thing inside him. With every interaction i make, i made a joke and made myself laugh in the dream and irl. I was GENUINELY funny but don't remember what i said. Eventually these Spanish speaking people spoke to me and i actually understood them! They said something like "death is coming" i said "don't worry, buenos noches". Then a much bigger evil force started taking over Cube Earth, so i did my best to evacuate people. Thats all i remember of that phase. Next i was looking at tapestries, but they represented human souls, and changed everytime i looked at them even though it was the same soul. Looking at the tapestries gave me such understanding and clairty of that person, i knew them like i knew themselves. I think i was guiding them to the afterlife and said things like "i understand, i know you did your best, its okay" and i woke up all the way.

It may be fair to mention, right before falling asleep i was contemplating the afterlife, and my insomnia meds didn't work for a while so I've been up all night and waking up early so im pretty sleep deprived which might be the cause of the vivid dreams I've had lately. The night before was also a strange dream. One thing they both had in common was they were very vivid and actually very coherent and not just a bunch of random stuff.

Anyways, do whatever you want with this info, hope you have a great day!

Heya,

So, yes. This is very, very cool. The theme of "change" is very present here.

I get this too sometimes, especially if I'm having fitful sleep, lol. Anywho- oof. There are definitely some symbols that I think I would not be able to fit into the space of a single tumblr post.

Like, you know, the whole "God" thing. Too much, dude. Too much, lol.

Anywho, I think it's interesting that you said Earth didn't look like 'Earth' but rather a cube/room. Cubes have four corners. Four, in western occultism, is considered a perfect number because it is the number two repeated. It is a solid number of solid foundation. It also represents knowledge and so it makes sense to me that you would have this sensation of looking at things as though they were data. Four is also the number of the elements, and I find it interesting that you found yourself in the lower left corner because, at least in my rituals, that is the corner in which the element of 'earth' resides.

This makes me wonder if you currently feel as though you are growing more knowledgeable in terms of spirituality, or perhaps you're getting better at navigating your own life- the mechanations of your own "world". That right now you have a good foundation, or if you're on the cusp of that kind of experience.

With that in mind, I feel like the "I'd hate to be pushed off that ledge" then acts as a congratulations, and a gentle warning. This, paired with the element of "earth", makes me feel as though you are/have been approaching this knowledge, and stage of your life, in a very grounded manner. Aware of the "fall" if you are to get ahead of yourself, and careful not to stretch yourself too thin (as seen when we compare the exorcism of one man, in comparison to saving the world from destruction- in the first you are capable of the whole of the task at hand, while in the second you focus on doing what you can).

Regardless, however. There will be a change ("death is coming") and this moment will have to pass into the next, as seen in the ultimate destruction of the world itself. As symbolized by the evacuation, you must take what you can in this "world" and go forward into the next "world". To the next moment. Remain grounded. Remember that, no matter how careful you are, eventually you must fall, and that all things end.

Moving onto the soul aspect of all of this- a tapestry is cloth woven to tell a complex story, but yeah, even that can't capture the complexities of the human soul. It's too stagnant. It would have to change. I particularly like that you are so affirming to these souls that you are directing into the afterlife. For me, it feels like you are capable of taking on that change with an air of understanding and humor, as seen initially with you laughing about falling in the beginning. Knowing that things can't stay the same, that energies must be redirected without negating the beauty of what has already transpired. That the tapestry must shift.

Thanks for sharing this, friend. I know it's been a minute and I really appreciate that you thought of sharing this with me.

#magic #folk magic #spirituality #dream symbolism #dream interpretation #free dream interpretation #free divination #divination #dreams

[schizopositivity]

(TW: SELF-HARM)

Hello, do you have any advice for coping with intrusive thoughts related to self-harm?

Ever since 2020 I developed an intrusive thought about doing a specific self-harm act on a specific part of my body. I have only acted on it twice, once when I first developed the thought, and then another time earlier this year while going through a crisis and was doing things without fully realizing it.

Minus those two main incidents, I've mainly been able to avoid doing the act. I hid what I used to do it with, or I end up doing a milder form of self-harm until I snap out of it, but I still get the thoughts. I'll feel stuck in place, struggling because the thought will keep running through my head. I sometimes write on myself with marker as a replacement but other times all I can do is lay down thinking about doing the act to myself, or if I try to distract myself with something else it pops back into my mind, it's never fully gone away and it's a very loud and distracting thought and I feel powerless against it and blame myself for it.

well first off its not your fault, its not in your control, its an intrusive thought

intrusive thoughts dont have to mean anything, they dont indicate anything about your morals or your true desires

i like to think about intrusive thoughts, hallucinations and delusions all like just random chemicals going off in my brain

i let them come, acknoledge them, and then let them pass and try not to consciously give them any more thought

and i like to respond to the thoughts with my own purposeful thoughts of "thats ridiculous, obviously im not gonna do that" or "obviously thats not really me thinking that"

intrusive thoughts of self harm flood my head almost constantly, relating to anything and everything near me, its taken me years of therapy and endless practice to let these thoughts pass without affecting me

its hard work but it is possible, its something that gets easier with time and practice

another thing that ive heard works for some people is letting an ice cube melt in your hand or on the part that you were thinking of harming, this way you will get an instant sensation to focus on without it actually hurting you

if you do ever feel like acting on it again, or are in crisis, you should call a crisis hotline because you are worth getting help or just being listened to

#tw self harm #self harm tw #self harm #intrusive thoughts #answered

[f474]

K so I absolutely have a special interest in cubing

#do i get my special autism badge now #literally though i got a cube for my birthday the other day and i was grinning like an idiot for our entire lesson about domestic abuse #purely from the joy of a cube #god i could go on for hours but i cant describe its like the way it turns and the way it lines up and then when its not lined up when you #re turning and then when good fingertricms and ohhhhghhghh my god #literally cannot describe to you guys the way doing an aalg with good fingertricks feels #ah special interest feeling i missed you #special interests are so good especially when your friends have the same ones #god you guys know the tetris effect #or like when you're lying in bed and you feel like you're falling or swinging or rocming or whatever #i get the sensation that im cubing #or i have half a solve going in my mind when im trying to fall asleep #and then im like hang on a fucking second that cacant happen and then i wake up #clack clack clack clack i am like a cube because i frustrate a lot of people all the time and am also a pop culture icon #i ordered a new 3x3 (thw normal one) today just because my current main isis getting really worn and is missing stickers and #full of crap lube but ALSO because the new model has opposing magnets jnstead of springs #and oh my fucking god i could go one for hours about maglev #magnets in cubes are ntohing new ffs gan puts magnets in every fucking nook and cranny and then gives you five different strengths too #like i think cubers are single handly supporting the mining industry #but holy shit maglev is it like thethey finally figured out where to put them #no more noise or rust or weaking or FRICTION #and they made a fucking magnetic mirror cube too #gan that is #gans not the onyl one with maglev moyu invented it lol #i have a moyu because theyre literally like $15 compared to a $120 gan and ive felt both they're not worth that much difference #anyways i could keeeeeeep going i waswas about to go on a whole tanget about that brand thats former gagan employees running it and rlly #similar but way cheaper and sjit but noone cares #ill save this for forcing people to listen instead of twenty internet strastramgers who could clikc on it #goonight tumblr

[harrystylesslutt]

ice play on sub harry😫😫

for the sake of this blurb he has nipple piercings😩

he flinches when he feels the ice trickling down his chest, making you place a hand on his stomach to keep him from squirming "so jumpy" you shake your head chuckling.

you take an ice cube from the bowl, placing it in your mouth before leaning down to suck on his perky nipples. he whimpers at the feeling of your cold tongue, letting out a moan when you tug on his piercing knowing how much that drives him crazy.

you toy a bit more with the metals, tugging, sucking, licking before finally reaching your hand down to his briefs, stroking his hard cock over them before pulling them down his legs. you pull your mouth away from his chest making him shiver at the sudden loss.

he barely opens his mouth to let out a whine to beg you to touch him before you start delivering kitten licks on his sensitive tip, the ice still in your mouth. "oh shit-!" he moans out, tangling his hand in your hair to keep you going.

"please stop teasing me, take it all, know y'can" he whimpers, his hips twitching a bit when you make eye contact with him. "so needy for mommy aren't you. just begging me to make you feel good?". he nods his head quickly, not even trying to hide his desperation.

you smirk before finally sinking his cock in your mouth, slowly going down until your nose brushes against his pubes. harry lets out a groan, mixed with a whine at the feeling of your cold mouth wrapped around him, and your tight throat struggling to keep him in.

once you start bobbing your head, he knows he's a goner. his eyes widen even more when he notices your hand reaching for another ice cube. he doesn't even get the time to question you, his thoughts get cut off when he feels a cold sensation on his balls, and that's when he lets out a high pitched moan.

you start sucking his cock harder, making sure to tease him every now and then with your cold tongue, loving how he squirms under your touch. "m'gonna cum! please mommy can I?!" his eyes roll to the back of his head when he starts playing with his sensitive nipples.

you pull off of him for a second "go on baby make a mess of my face" you start jerking his cock on your tongue, closing your eyes, waiting for his release. "oh fucking-!" harry feels his back arching as his cum coats your face, his mouth drops letting out a silent moan as tears start trickling down his eyes at the intensity of his orgasm.

you pull away from him once he rides out his high smiling at his blissed out state. "did so well f'me angel" you whisper placing a kiss on his forehead.

im going feral over this🌝

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #harry styles concept #sub!harry #harrystylesslutt

[comfortfrogblog]

ok but listen my counselor told me that having little stimmy things like touching things and feeling different textures and playing with stuff etc. is seriously stress-relieving, and she showed me all of this stuff she has so we could find what kind of textures and fidgets make me feel comfortable and it was so ,,,wonderful?? and so cool that such a tiny thing as a cube line of magnets snapping together could elicit such a joyful feeling????

genuinely am fascinated by these tiny little magnets, i cant get over them they feel so good in my hands and just idk i love them so much

she told me that these kinds of comforting physical sensations get you out of your head when the anxious thoughts start going around and around and around. it’s genuinely freeing and is not simply a distraction from the bad thoughts like watching tv or a video may be—it relieves you of some nervous energy and grounds you. it’s insane to me???? that is so cool??? like i knew about stimmy stims and whatnot bc of adhd, ive had a spinny ring for a year now, but i had no idea that stimmies were helpful to this degree and actually have a more complex effect than they seem

and she also explained floor time to me!!! like that’s a literal Thing that simply makes you feel like “i am just here. i am laying here and i exist.” you are just grounded and present and you dont have to think about anything, you just lay on the floor :]]] floor time :]] yeah i cant explain it as well as she did but its something like that

isnt that just really cool??? idk. yeah sorry this is so long im just gfffffh excited and it feels nice to feel excited about something

#adhd stimming #stimmy things #stim #stimming #adhd #sensory #sensory stuff #self care #self improvement #cathy says words #positivity #mental health #mental health positivity #mental health help #adhd advice #long post

[volzaannir]

Bdsm tastes for Erik the slayer, Kaidan, Onmund, Argus, and the wolf twins?

sure thing! though im not sure who Kaidan is? im not too big on modded followers if that's who they are, but the rest i can do!

Erik the Slayer

This mans father totally sheltered him, yeah? So of course now that he's finally free to do what he wants, you know damn well he wants to try SOMETHING freaky

I feel like he'd get too excited and want to go all out right away, so try and keep him chill and start with the basics

Mans got a lot of pent up desire and fantasies, there's no way he doesn't after been cooped up on the farm his whole life

Acts like a dom but he's totally a switch lmao

Get a little assertive or praise him to hell and back, and he's putty in your hands

He'd be into light bondage, maybe some spanking, and absolutely roleplay

Always fantasized a scenario where he's the bounty hunter/mercenary rescuing a captive from some bandits

He's new to all this, so don't be surprised if he fumbles or breaks character now an then. And totally don't laugh or giggle, no matter how adorable his little mistakes make him seem

Onmund

Oh my god, this boy radiates sub energy to me

As a mage, you know he's experimented with magic for a whole new kinda sensation play

Very small doses of ice/heat/shock? He's so down for it

And if his lover is a mage or magic user? Even better, cause now he can be tied up and held to their mercy

I can see him being into a little bit of humiliation; make snide remarks about how dirty he is for getting hard during class and he'll let out the most pitiful, yet lustful whine

Not big on roleplay except for one scenario: Tutor and student

Despite liking magic sensation play, he's not into impact play at all. A well-placed smack to his ass, though, is more than alright if he's already lost in the sauce

Argis the Bulwark

This guy.... this guy Doms™

Look at him and tell me he isn't into throwing his lover over the nearest surface, chaining them up, then going to absolute town on them

Loves to have his partner tied up in some way, his favorite involving both arms AND legs being tied down/together

With long hair like his, he's totally into hair pulling, both on him or his partner

Even though he's the dom more often than not, he enjoys waxplay on himself

The quick burn from the wax is enough to get his nerves going; and besides, the way it drips over his muscles? [chefs kiss]

The GOD of aftercare. Need a bath? He'll carry you there. Spank marks sting? Don't worry, he's already got the salve ready. Muscles sore? One grade-A massage, coming right up

Farkas

For me, our resident himbo is probably insanely shy about BDSM at first

He's be so worried he'd hurt his lover, so it'll take some convincing to get him to at least try some light stuff

He's likely a switch leaning submissive

If he's the one domming, be prepared to have him constantly checking in on his partner, and I mean constantly. Like, every time he even lightly spanks or bites them

After some trial and error, he'd likely be into being the sub for BDSM scenes

Finds that he rather enjoys sensation play; feathers, ice cubes, the whole shabang

He likes being blindfolded, surprisingly! Heightens his senses and puts him on edge, in a good way of course

For the love of the Divines please praise him, he'll melt on the spot

Our resident Farkas simp @korvanjund could maybe add to this or give their input if they wish 👀

Vilkas

Also pretty new to this type of stuff, but unlike his brother, he takes to it much easier

Switch, but leans towards dom

Even if he's been cured of his Lycanthropy, he's still keen to bite and scratch a lot. Call it a habit

LOVES having his partner tied up and blindfolded, totally at his mercy. Makes him feel In Charge™

Most likely into degrading/humiliating his partner, just some teasing, non-offensive stuff

Pet names GALORE

Likely one of the only ones on this list to like having their partner standing nude while their wrists are tied up at the ceiling, allows him to circle them and make them squirm. Again, a habit, but a weirdly sexy one

^ Bonus points if he can bring sensation play into this, like light touches or even some teasing knife play

#dame answers #dames headcanons #dames spice #<- new tag for ns//fw stuff skdjfhsd #tes #skyrim #tes v #tes skyrim #argis the bulwark #onmund #farkas #vilkas #erik the slayer

[hoseokisgucci]

You Lift Me Up

GENRE: Fluff and Smut

WORD COUNT: 5K

PAIRING: Taehyung x Reader

SUMMARY: Taetae here sees OC at the gym, one day helps her out a little when she gets injured and somehow ends up in her bed. 

WARNING: Tbh there’s some oral in there (fem receiving), some body worship, a lil of undiscovered kinks showing a sneak peek, penetrative sex, a little dialogue heavy, Taehyung being softboi max. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I originally uploaded this without the smut, but then deleted it, and now I’m putting it up again because I finally got around to finishing it. I definitely wanted to write something gym related because its my safe space but I really also wanted to make it soft because IM AN IDIOT FOR PEOPLE FALLING IN LOVE/FINDING THEIR PEOPLE. 

“How different would it be anyways? I’ll just ask someone for help if I need it. It’s not like I’ll be abandoned by everyone just because I don’t have a partner.”

 “Hey! We didn’t abandon you!! We have exams. Our university made you lonely, not us.” Your friend squawked over the phone.

 Taking advantage of this new found chink in her armor, you added, “Yes. An institution is more important than I am. I see how it is. Hungry, partner-less and overcome with despair. That’s my life now.”

 She huffed, and you could just imagine her shaking her head at you. “You’re a heathen. I’ll buy you food. Now bye. Duty calls.”

 You laughed out an affirmative and slid the phone into the side pocket of your gym bag. The university gym was located close to your dorms, which made it easier for you to haul your ass to the gym even on your lazy days. You were already wondering what it would be like without a partner. You always had friends with you at the gym, be it one or two. You never had to worry about spotting or support ever before, but now these questions crossed your mind. Scenarios where you dropped a dumbbell on your toe or worse, your face flashed before your eyes. You shuddered when a haunting crack resounded in your ears, the sound reminding you to be wary of heavy lifting while you were on your own.

 Getting started on your workout was easy enough. A little warmup here, a bit of running and cycling there. The music pumping through your ears helped you keep up the pace as you cycled, body starting to sweat, lips mouthing the words of the song playing through your earphones. When you hit the 15-minute mark, you figured it would be alright to cycle for 5 more minutes. 

Just as the song changed, and you looked down to check if the lever for your seat was proper, your heart came up to your throat as someone tapped you. With your hand over your heart, legs coming to a stop, you turned to see the most gorgeous man ever. Scratch that. The most gorgeous being ever.

 Lost in your head, you only came to when you realized that his lips were supposed to be forming coherent sentences. That were aimed at you. Raising your hand, your palm faced towards him, you said, “Wait, I can’t hear you.”  His lips grimaced, as if embarrassed and he nodded his head. When you turned off your music, paused your timer and turned to look at him, torso twisting in his direction, his eyes quickly snapped to yours, as if he wasn’t just checking out the swell of your ass perched on the tiny cycle seat. You raised your brows at him, which probably kickstarted his brain again. He gulped and said,

 “How long will you take?”

  You were about to retort and tell him that there were other cycles too, but when you turned the other way, you saw that all of them were occupied.

 “Maybe around 4 more minutes.” He nodded in response, gave a quick smile, and when he was about to turn away, you tapped his hand, grabbing his attention once more. You didn’t know why you felt good, having those eyes on you. You were probably going crazy, you imagination making you see the electricity in them.

 Rethinking about your situation, you said, “Actually, I’ll get off. I was just going to do some extra cycling, but you can get started.”

 He shook his head, curly hair bouncing around as he said, “No no, please take your time. I’ll just stretch some while you’re getting done.”

 You nodded your head and smiled at him, hoping that he could understand how grateful you were. You got back to cycling, starting up the movement of your legs once again. Without the music to keep you occupied your eyes wandered to the mirror in front of you. As you scanned your surroundings, you noticed the guy from before, stretching his arms, gazed fixed on your form. The intensity with which he kept looking at you almost made your legs flounder, but you concentrated on maintaining your momentum.

 Sighing inwardly, your eyes moved backed to him. He hadn’t noticed you looking at him, because he wasn’t focused on your face, but rather your ass. Wanting to add fuel to the fire, you stuck your ass out a little more and arched your back a little more, making your body look a little more tantalizing. As you did this, you could see his eyes widen a little, hands now hanging limp. You discreetly kept looking at him, and could see him scan your form, his gaze focusing on your face. You cycled a bit more aggressively, the motion moving you from side to side. 

If he was watching, you might as well give him a good show. When you eyed him again, he was bent over, legs spread wide, hands touching the ground, stretching. But his eyes, they didn’t leave you, or rather, your butt, even once.

 Your timer beeped, signaling the end of your 20 minutes. You slowed down your legs and sat there, catching your breath. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, your cheeks were flushed, sweat dotting your forehead and your face glistened. You looked thoroughly wrecked. He was still looking at you. You got off the cycle, walked to him and said, “Its all yours.”

 He nodded, and you walked away. You breezed through the rest of the workout, mind occupied with thoughts of big hands and one beautiful man.

  Through the next week, you kept seeing him at the gym, on a machine or doing a rep. You weren't ignoring him, per se, but what the hell would you go and say to him? "Hey I think you're pretty hot, come over and choke me?"

 Definitely not.

 A week without a partner goes by with no problems, but its like your beginner luck in the world of solo exercising has run out when you lose your balance while doing weighted squats. Even before starting the set, you were a bit worried, because the rod itself weighed 32 kgs, and you had added plates of 10 kgs. You never imagined that you'd get injured at the gym out of all places but, alas! Your time had come. When you felt that you had no control over the bar and your body anymore, you tried to brace yourself for impact, but two hands lifted the bar off of your shoulders, which allowed your body to gain some balance. When you looked at the mirror, you saw cycle dude holding the bar in his hands. You quickly turned around and helped him rack it.

With frantic eyes, he scans your body for any apparent injuries and asks,

 "Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

 "Uh no, I don’t think so. Just that, my knee might be a little sprained."

 His eyes focus on your knee, hands out in front of him, ready to support you. You start walking, but you can feel a slight tinge in your right knee when you put pressure on it. The discomfort might show on your face, because he wraps your arm around his shoulder, and urges you to put your weight on him. He walks you to the bench and sits you down, your leg extended in front of you.

Squatting near your leg, fingers brushing the hair our of his eyes and off of his forehead, he asks,

"Can you call someone to take you home?"

 You take a minute to think if there's anyone who actually could take you home at this moment. And you come up with no one. You tell him so.

 Tentatively, eyes now darting here and there, he says

 "Uh, would you mind if I dropped you off?"

  You blurt out, "Why?"

 "Huh?"

 "Why would you do that? You don't even know me."

 "Well I, uh, might have a small crush on you. Not in a creepy way! I just think you're kinda cute. And I would feel better if I knew you'd get home safely."

  Welp. That's kinda endearing.

  "Okay. Let's go."  

 He asks for your locker number, goes and gets both of your bags and comes to get you. For a few minutes, you walk with your arm around his

 shoulder, half of your weight held up by him. Your pace is probably slower than a snail, what with you trying to clumsily hop and him trying to support you. He stops and says,

 "Okay, let's get you on my back. You can point in what direction you wanna go and I'll carry you. It'll be faster and way better for you."

 You try to protest but he's already hanging both of your bags around his neck and getting on his haunches in front of you, hands ready to hold your legs. So you climb on.

As he starts walking, he says,

"I'm Taehyung by the way, your beloved servant."

 "Well, my dear servant, you shall call me princess then," you cheekily reply as you tighten your hold around his neck.

 He laughs and shakes his head, huffing out, "Wow, the audacity."

 "I'm sorry. Thank you so much, I'll be indebted to you forever. You're too kind," you sincerely say to him.

 He just hums in response, so you leave it at that. Your dorm building isn't that far, so you make it there in no time. You get in the lift, and once it opens on your floor, you tell Taehyung your dorm number.

 You tell him your door code, and he walks you in, going straight to your couch and sitting you down. He takes the bags from his neck and puts them aside. Next, he takes off your shoes and puts them near your door.

 "Okay, do you mind if I check your fridge? Is there anything like an icepack? To put on your knee?"

 "Yeah, there is an ice pack."

 He grabs the ice pack, fills it with ice cubes and holds it on your knee. The freezing sensation

 sends a twinge down your knee. He urges you to hold the ice pack and goes to the kitchen. When he comes back, he presses a glass of water to your lips, and you drink.

 Once you're done, he sets the glass on the coffee table, and settles beside you, grabbing your leg and gently getting it on his lap, urging you to lie down, with your head resting on the armrest. He holds your leg with one hand, and tenderly ices your knee with the other. The action makes you relax your body, all the stress unwinding. Taehyung doesn't say anything, his eyes concentrated on your knee. Feeling the pain in your knee numbing, you close your eyes.

 The next thing you know, Taehyung in shaking you awake, calling out your name in his low baritone. When you gain some semblance of consciousness, the first thing that you register is the fragrance of food. Your stomach grumbles, and Taehyung chuckles at you. He helps you sit up, and shoves a takeout box in your hand. You thank him and dig in. Once you're done, he cleans up and comes back to sit beside you.

 "How are you feeling now?"

 You flex your leg a little, and when it doesn't hurt that bad, you say, "It feels better.  I'll just take a painkiller and knock out."

 He nods his head, hand reaching out to feel over and around your knee. After being satisfied, he rests his hand on your knee, and looks at you. "I'm glad. Just be careful."

 In a moment of courage, you rest your hand over his and say,

"I can't thank you enough. For getting me home, taking care of me, feeding me."

 His eyes crinkle as he smiles, and he rests his other hand over yours, your palm now sandwiched between two of his. He leans closer to you, and whispers,

 "You don't have to thank me, doll. But I can think of a few things you could do."

 The way he says these words makes tingles run up your spine, the intent clear in eyes, made clearer by his words. You close your eyes and lean back on the sofa, knowing that Taehyung's eyes are fixed on you. The knowledge that this kind, breathtakingly beautiful man has a crush on you, and moreover wants you, gives you the confidence to act a little, if not more coy. With your head now tilted towards the ceiling and your eyes closed, you channel your inner heathen and say,

"And what would they be, hmm?"

When you hear him suck a breath in beside you, you smirk inwardly. You wait for him to say something, but he just retracts his hands from yours. This action makes you open your eyes and tilt your head to look at him, question clear in your gaze.

Just as you're about to sit up and say something, you're hit with a face full of Taehyung, and suddenly his palms are grabbing your face and his lips are on yours. The shock makes your eyes widen, but as you register what's going on, your eyes close and your hand fists his shirt as you kiss him back.

Taehyung's lips feel way better than you could ever imagine, and the warmth seeping into your skin from his palms makes this experience feel real, and not just fantasy. When his lips suck on your lower lip a little harder, you arch your back, your upper body lifting off the couch. This makes him slide one hand off of your cheek and around your waist, and he pulls your body closer to his.

At this point, he's basically straddling you. When his tongue probes your mouth, one of your hands grab the back of his hair and pull. The low groan he lets out as you disconnect from his mouth and start sucking on his neck makes you quiver, the thought of hearing the same baritone in your ear as he pounds into you making you want him even more. He parts from you, and as he sits up, your hands leave his body.

 "What do you want?"

 You bite your lip, and instead of answering, one of your hand rises to his waistband. Instantly, his hand grips yours, and as he smiles, he leans down to kiss your palm. Against it, he whispers,

"Want me to eat you out? Wanna cum on my tongue?"

You gulp at the thought of this man between your legs, and nod at him. Something in his face hardens, and he drops your hand, only to lean over you and grip your chin.

"Use your words, baby doll. What do you say?"

You maintain eye contact with him and whisper,

"Yes."

Though your answer makes him loosen his grip on your jaw, only makes him move closer to you.

 "Yes what?"

 "Yes sir."

 At your answer, Taehyung's eyes widen, and then a smirk spreads across his face. His hands urge you out of your top, and he throws it over his shoulder, uncaring as to where it lands. 

His eyes take you in, and in a second he's getting off you and pulling your leggings and underwear down your body. You struggle a little to lift your ass off the couch, a little pain shooting through your knee at the pressure. Taehyung makes you rest your injured leg straight on the coffee table. After making sure you're comfortable, he leans down you kiss you, on of his hands making their way to your tits. When he squeezes and twists a nipple, your body arches off the couch, legs spreading wider.

Once Taehyung's satisfied from claiming your mouth, he gets down on his knees in between your legs. For the first time, you see hesitation cross his eyes as he nibbles his lower lip. You lean up, and say,

"I want you. Please make me cum, please."

A smile blooms on his face, eyes lighting up as his hands move up your thighs. He leans forward, kissing up the inside of your left thigh, his hands squeezing where they hold you. After a few kisses, he suddenly bites, which makes you reach out to grip his hair as you moan.

 Indifferent to your reaction, he moves forward, his hands widening your legs as he comes face to face with your core. Sounding absolutely wrecked, he says,

"Fuck I can't wait to taste you."

With this, he kisses your mound, and then spreads your outer lips.

 "Holy shit, darling, it's all for me, right?"

 You card your hands through his hair as you whisper an affirmative. Happy with your response, Taehyung leans in and envelops your clit in his lips, and sucks. Slowly, he starts making strokes with his tongue, delving deeper. He speeds up the motions of his tongue, now moving it in and out, and puts a finger in your core. The slide is tight, and it makes you both moan. But he doesn't stop, if anything, he gets even more determined. 

Soon, he adds another finger and his tongue moves onto your clit. The added stimulation makes the knot in your core tighten, the arousal pulsing stronger in your veins. He takes his mouth off of your clit with a pop and leans back to see his fingers scissoring as they move inside you. You tilt your head down to take a look at him, and dear God above, he looks wrecked. His hair is all messed up, thanks to your fingers, and his lips are swollen and glistening, and you're pretty sure his chin is too.

 Fuck.

 Your eyes roll to the back of your head as this visual ingrains itself in your eyes, a whimper falling from your mouth as you say,

"Fucking God, please fuck me. Want you so bad, please."

 "I'll think about it if you cum like a good girl first."

  His fingers speed up, and he leans down to capture you clit in his mouth again. This time, he's absolutely brutal with the way he goes at you, nothing gentle about his mouth or his fingers. Just as you feel yourself climbing up to a climax, he adds another finger, his tongue now flicking across your clit.

 As you get closer to the finish line, your moans turn into curse words, your voice getting louder.

 "Fucking Hell, Taehyung, don't stop! Shit! I'm s-so close, please, please, I'm gonna c-cum!"

 Saying nothing Taehyung curves his fingers inside you as he lightly bites on your clit, and that's all it takes for you to let go. Your body pulls taut, legs shaking around him, hips riding his fingers. His fingers and his mouth guide you along your high, and even after you've come down, his mouth still keeps laving over your clit. You moan in oversensitivity and that's when he deems it enough.

 He gets up, but groans out while straightening his legs. You giggle at his facial expression, and he stands over you, hands on his hips, mouth drawn into a pout.

 "I just ate you out but you're laughing at me, huh?"

 This makes you laugh out loud, and you say,

"Can't believe you're a grandpa."

 His mouth falls open, flabbergasted. His mouth tries and fails to form a word, and his mouth just bubbles out a laugh. He's shaking his head as he takes off his tee, and throws it on the couch beside you. Oh you're definitely not laughing now.

 "Well, this grandpa did get you off, baby doll. Now, where's the bedroom?"

 He leans down to pick you up, his hands urging your thighs to wrap around his hips, your arms wrapping around his neck. You hold on tighter when he stands up straight with you in his arms. He leads you to the bedroom, kicking the door open and walking in. He lays you down on the duvet slowly, mindful of jostling your leg. 

Once you're lying on the bed, he goes to get a pillow and puts it below your knee. You make eye contact with him, hoping your smile conveys how grateful you are. He smiles at you, expression shy. Pointing at the bedside table, you say,

"The condoms are in here."

 He raises an eyebrow, but gets a condom and climbs on the bed. Once he's in between your legs, one of his hands knead your thigh, the action relaxing your muscles, making you let out a sigh. Seeing your reaction, he leans down to kiss your tummy, trailing light kisses down to your pelvis.

 "You look so beautiful like this. So lovely."

 His hand glides up your inner thigh, two fingers plunging into you without warning. He pulls out, only to push back in, your soft wet walls accommodating to his ministrations easily. When he doesn't hear you making a sound, he scissors his fingers, and starts sucking a hickey on your hipbone. A shiver runs through you, and you let out a whimper at the sudden influx of stimulus.

 "Such a sweetheart, huh? Always ready to let me know how good I'm making you feel."

 As he says this, he adds another finger, and the added stretch makes you arch off the bed. Soon, Taehyung has you moaning his name, your hands reaching out to hold onto the bedsheet. Taehyung slows down his fingers, and asks you,

 "What do you want? Tell me. Tell me and I'll give it to you."

 The husk in his voice makes you groan, the timber of it sending trills of arousal shooting through you.

 "Want you to fuck me. Now. Right now."

 Pulling his fingers out of you, he whispers, "Then that's what you'll get, baby."

  He takes off his gym shorts and his underwear, his cock standing hard and proud, the tip glistening with precum. While stroking his cock, he says,

"Although everything in me is telling me to fuck you like the devil you are, I don't wanna add to your injuries. So let's have you wrap you legs around me, okay?"

 Actually processing what he said, you try to move your leg, but the twinge of pain has you nodding your head in agreement.

 Seeing your approval, he gives you a smile and tears open the condom. Your eyes trace him as he kneels between your legs. The soft curls falling into his eyes, the slope of his nose, adding to his charm. The strength visible in his shoulders, all the way down to his arms, makes you want things that can only be done behind closed doors. The thoughts of being manhandled, being pushed into the mattress as he takes you run through your head among other lust-filled scenarios, and these make you gulp.

Your eyes follow when he rolls the condom onto himself and strokes his cock in long motions.

 His eyes, fall onto you, and seeing how you're entranced by, well, his dick, he chuckles. The sound makes your eyes flit to his, your cheeks already filling with colour, embarrassment flooding your mind.

 Taehyung doesn't say anything, just urges your legs to wrap around his waist as he leans over you. That one moment of silence, where you and him are just two people, closer than ever, closer than any galaxies, any stars, seems to last for a lifetime. When he slightly smiles, one of his hands coming up to stroke your hair, you feel a storm brewing where you heart is meant to be. You smile back, and then Taehyung is thrusting into you, the stars in his eyes now clouded by lust.

 The first few thrusts are slow, languid and have Taehyung's eyes flitting over your features, looking for any signs of discomfort. But when he finds none, he gains confidence, his hips moving with more purpose, plunging impossibly deeper into you. Your eyes close, head tilting up as your mouth lets out little moans mixed in with whimpers.

 Taehyung's thrusts slow down into him just grinding his cock into you, and he grabs your chin to make you look at him.

 "Look at me, baby. You feel so good, like heaven. Maybe even more divine than heaven itself."

 The sincerity in his eyes as he says this makes your clench around him, throat choking on the words you want to say. You reach out a hand and put it on his shoulder, which makes him pause his movements. Worry flickers across his face as he waits for you to say something.

 "G-go faster. Wanna cum. Right now. Please."

 The worry on Taehyung's face quickly dissolves into cockiness as he positions himself to pound into you better. His smirk grows as his thrust gets a moan out of you. Continuing with his ministrations, he manages to grunt out,

"This good enough for you, doll?"

 When you don't answer him, too busy whimpering, he leans over you and one of his hands reach out and twist your nipple in warning, hips maintaining their momentum.

"Think I asked a question, darling. Come on, now."

 The hand you had on his shoulder moves up to the back of his head, and as your fingers entangle in his locks and pull, you say,

"Yes! Yes! Dear God, yes! F-feel good."

 He doesn't verbally reply to you, but he hums, the low rumble of his voice making you feel some type of way.

 One of his hands land near your head, the other one grabbing your thigh, and its pound town from there. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping on skin mixed in with Taehyung's grunts and your moans. The boy in between your legs turns into a beast chasing just one thing, and he doesn't slow down. The sound of sex resounds in the room, making you feel downright dirty.

 Your eyes focus on Taehyung's face contorted in pleasure and his body glistening with a sheen of sweat. Maybe it's this realization, that you have this beautiful man fucking into you that pushes you closer to your climax.

When your walls start clenching around him, the ball of fire in the pit of your stomach so close to bursting, one of your hands reach down, two of your fingers rubbing your clit in desperation.

 "That's it. Make yourself cum on my cock. Let me see you cum, baby. Wanna feel you cum for me."

His words are accompanied by his hips moving faster, hitting the spot inside you, making the fire in you unravel. Your back arches off the bed, mouth opening in a whimper as you cum, body drowning in pleasure.

 Your walls tighten around Taehyung, making him let out a choked moan. With two, three more thrusts, Taehyung is cumming in the condom. He slumps on you, letting out puffs of air, catching his breath. When Taehyung taps both of your legs gently, you remember that they've been there this whole time, and, holy shit, your fucking knee was fucking sprained. Taehyung, apparently has the same realization, because his concerned wide eyes lock with yours and he slowly untangles your legs. Your knee gives a twinge in protest to movement but as soon as it's straight and on the bed, you feel fine. Taehyung pulls out, and ties the condom off, getting up to go and throw it in the bin.

 When he comes back, it's to you playing with your fingers running circles on your navel. You stop your actions when you realize he's back in the room, your cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment. Taehyung mumbles a 'cute' but doesn't say anything else.

Taehyung has a wet towel in one hand, with which he gently wipes between your legs. And when he's done, he leans down to leave a kiss on your forehead, and then he's gone again. Your eyes follow his bubble butt as he leaves the room.

 Exhaustion seeps into your bones, and your eyes close. They only open to the sound of something being set down on the bedside table. You open your eyes and turn your head to see that it's a glass of water, and Taehyung, Taehyung is wearing shorts again.

 You sit up, grabbing the glass and gulping down the water. The thought that you're still completely naked makes you feel shy, even after all of the things you just did. Taehyung sits

 beside you on the bed, taking the glass from your hand and putting it on the table.

 "Uhm.."

 "I ju-"

 Both of you shut up, but when you lock eyes with each other, laughter spills out of you. With a smile on his face, Taehyung speaks first.

 "What were you going to say?"

 You think for a moment, wondering if what you're about to say will sound weird or not.

 "Uh, just that, do you want to stay over?"

 With disbelief painting his face, Taehyung asks, "You want me to?"

 You try to keep the endearment out of your voice as you deadpan, "Oh no, the monster under my bed just liked your feet and told me to ask you to stay longer."

 It takes a moment for your words to register, but when Taehyung realizes what you just said, laughter tumbles from his lips.

  Your concerned friends knock on your door the next morning, and a clueless Taehyung opens the door to let them in. Your friends barge in to find you wrapped in a blanket, lying on the couch, Haikyuu! playing on your TV. Taehyung just stands there, neck full of hickies, rampant sex hair, smelling like your body wash.

 Your friends look at you for a moment, then turn to Taehyung only to turn back to you. When one of them asks you what the hell you've been doing yesterday and where you've been, you lock eyes with Taehyung as you smugly say,

 "What can I even say? It was one heck of a workout."

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What iiiiif bthb "breaking a promise" with Glen? Im remembering his Thing about promises 👀 - whump-captain

Bleep-blorp, @whump-captain, here comes a HECKIN' LONG POST! It took me ages to figure out what I wanted to do with this, for a few reasons. But once I decided on this plotline, I couldn't stop writing. Sooooo...enjoy!

Thanks again for the card, @badthingshappenbingo!

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PROMPT - breaking a promise

FANDOM - Space Intern OCs (one-person fandom)

Glen awoke with an unfamiliar face looming over him. “Good wake.”

The air in Glen's chest felt stale; he didn’t recognize the human standing over him, nor his surroundings. He was lying on an unfamiliar couch in a dusty, wood-paneled room.

“Where am I?” Glen demanded.

“You’re on the planet Zelos, star-dweller,” said the unfamiliar man. He turned and walked away. Glen followed him with his eyes and saw a second man sitting at a table across the room. The first man pulled a chair out from the table. “We’ve been waiting for you to wake.”

“Who are you?” Glen asked.

“I’m Lune.” He gestured to his partner at the table. “This is Sol."

“Join us,” Sol said gruffly. It wasn’t a suggestion.

Glen sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “What’s going on?” he asked.

Sol curled his lip, but it was Lune who answered. “You’ll have plenty of chances to ask questions,” he said patiently. “But only if you do as we say, and do it exactly as we tell you.” He inclined his head at the chair under his fingers. “Now…join us.”

Glen stood and crossed the room, floorboards creaking with every step. He sat in the chair that Lune offered and stared at the table’s surface; at its center was a small cube with a speaker. Glen looked closer and saw a knob and a sliding sensor bar on the cube’s top.

Glen furrowed his brow. He had only seen this sort of technology in historical texts.

“I take it you’re familiar with this device?” Lune asked from behind Glen.

Glen couldn’t help his curiosity. “It looks like a cerebral probe,” he said.

“Exactly,” Sol said.

Glen’s head lifted. “But those haven’t been produced since –“

“This one was produced in 532,” Lune explained. “But don’t worry – I’ve preserved it well. I even still have the transceiver button. See?” He held a metal button up in front of Glen’s eyes. “With this, the device is fully functional.”

Glen swallowed. He didn’t want to ask how Lune knew it still worked. He had a suspicion that he was about to find out.

Lune placed one hand on Glen’s left temple. Glen instinctively pulled back. “Stay still,” Lune said in a sing-song voice. He placed his fingers against the left side of Glen’s head once more, and then pressed the metal button to Glen’s right temple. It stuck there, against Glen’s curls, as though magnetically attracted to his head.

“Now, Sol – if you will?” Lune asked.

Sol, reached forward and placed two fingers around the knob on top of the radio, then turned it.

Glen gasped as rapid bursts of electricity began to buzz in his head. He squeezed his eyes shut. It wasn’t a painful sensation, but it was unpleasant.

“Is it working?” Sol asked.

“Let’s find out,” said Lune. He placed his hands on Glen’s shoulders and put his mouth close to Glen’s ear. “Feel like playing a game?” Glen didn’t answer. “The instructions are fairly simple.” Lune drew away and stalked to the other side of the table. He gestured his head towards Sol. “We ask you a question, you answer the question. If you get the answer right, then you get to ask us a question. Think you can do it?”

Glen was sure that they could hear his heart beating against his chest. He said nothing.

The pair exchanged a brief glance. Lune smirked and reached for the sensor beside the knob. “I asked you a question,” he said smoothly. “I asked if you think you can do it. Well? Can you?”

“Yes,” Glen choked out.

“Well done,” Lune said. “Now you have the chance to ask your first question. Make it worthwhile.”

“How did I get here?” Glen asked.

Lune sighed. “I was hoping for something…more specific. It’s less boring that way,” he said.

“We kidnapped you,” Sol answered.

“Why?”

Lune suddenly slammed his hand down on the table, eyes murderous. “It’s our turn!” he snarled. He laid a finger against the cube and slid it halfway up the sensor bar.

Pain exploded in Glen’s head. He reeled back, nearly sliding out of his chair. His knees drew up toward his chest, and his hands gripped the hair around his temples.

“Stop!” he pleaded. “St-Stop!”

Sol leaned forward. “Your name?”

Glen gasped for breath. His vision was growing dim. “G-Glen! Please, stop!”

Lune took a deep breath in. “We need your full planetary name, Glen,” he said in a tone too calm for Glen’s liking.

Glen gritted his teeth and groaned. “Glen – Ptahfi,” he hissed.

Lune removed his fingers from the sensor bar. The pain vanished at once, but Glen took a few moments to uncurl.

“Alright, Glen Ptahfi, it’s your turn,” Sol said.

Glen inhaled shakily, then asked, “Why are you doing this?”

“We were hired to,” Sol replied. Glen waited for further elaboration, but Sol didn’t offer any.

“Our turn again!” Lune said. “Who is the True Delegate of Zelos?”

Glen blinked. “…What?” he said. “I – I don’t know that.”

“Wrong answer,” Lune said. He reached forward and slid his finger on the sensor bar.

“Wait – w-“ Glen broke off as electricity pulsed through his skull. “S-Stop!” he cried. His body curled in on itself once more.

“Who is this planet’s direct link to Gal-U? Who is the True Delegate?” Sol asked.

“I don’t – I don’t – don’t know!” Glen gasped, raising his shaking hands to his forehead. “P-Please!”

Lune's finger slid up the sensor bar, and Glen’s skull felt like it was splitting apart. He tried to beg for the pain to stop, but all that came out was a howl.

Chirp.

It was a familiar sound: it was the sound of Glen’s comm. But it hadn’t echoed through Glen’s head, as it usually did. It came from the speaker of the cerebral probe.

“What was that?” Sol demanded. “Lune, knock that off.”

Lune lifted his finger from the sensor bar, and the pain dissolved. Glen gasped for breath.

“What was that?” Lune demanded. “That noise, that – that chirp – what was it?”

“Aegis to Ptahfi.” Blare’s voice came from the tiny cube on the table.

“Ah…it’s your comm,” Lune sighed. “Who is that? Will they come looking for you?” Glen didn’t reply, his ears ringing too loudly to think straight. “Will they come looking for you if you don’t answer?” Lune’s voice was sharp as a knife. Glen forced himself to nod. Lune hummed. “Answer the call,” he instructed.

Glen looked up at Lune through a gray haze. He wasn’t sure if he’d heard correctly.

“Answer the call,” Lune said. “I won’t say it again.”

Glen reached up at tapped his sternum four times.

“Aegis to Ptahfi,” Blare said again, her voice tinny on the cube.

“Hey, Blare,” Glen said.

“Glen! Holy – Aries above, are you okay? Where are you?”

“I –“

Panic killed Glen’s voice as Lune reached his hand out and hovered a finger over the sensor bar.

“Glen?” Blare asked. “Are you there?”

Sol leaned forward. “Say you’re fine.”

“I’m fine,” Glen said.

“Glen, you dialed us and then wouldn’t answer when we got back to you. I’ve been trying to reach you for like an hour. What’s going on?”

Glen looked up at Lune, who lifted his chin. “Go on,” Lune whispered. “Convince them.”

An idea landed in Glen’s head, and he curled his fingers into fists to stop them from shaking. “I’m okay, Blare,” he said as brightly as he could. “I promise.”

Glen regretted it immediately; the word tasted like blood. His stomach turned over, and for a moment Glen felt like he was going to vomit. But he held himself together.

Blare didn’t reply right away. When she did, she sounded mildly annoyed. “Don’t scare me like that. Ugh, whatever. I’m going back to bed. Good rest.”

Chrip.

Lune withdrew his hand from the sensor bar. “Well…” he said. “Now I can’t remember whose turn it is.”

Glen blinked himself out of his disgust and said, “It’s mine.” He swallowed the bile in the back of his throat. “You asked if they’d come looking for me, and I answered.”

“So you did,” Sol said begrudgingly. “What’s your question?”

Glen looked up at the clock, then back at Sol. “My question is: what exactly were you hired to do?”

“That’s more like it,” Lune said. “That’s a specific question. You’re getting the hang of this.”

“We were hired to kidnap and interrogate a Gal-U representative,” Sol explained. “Our employer wants information about what’s going to happen to her…business, if the planet is inducted into Gal-U.”

Glen blinked. They think I’m higher in rank than I actually am, he thought. If they find out I’m just an intern, they’ll probably kill me.

“And speaking of that information,” Lune said, “it’s our turn to ask a question.” He placed his elbows on the table and leaned forward. “Which of Zelos’s extraterrestrial ambassadors is the True Delegate?”

“That’s – that information is above me,” Glen stammered. “I don’t have clearance.”

Lune huffed. “Unfortunately, that is the wrong answer,” he said.

“Wait – please, I’m telling the truth!” Glen begged. “I – I –“

Lune’s finger pressed against the sensor bar, but before he could slide it, Sol grabbed his wrist. “Don’t waste your time – I believe him,” Sol said.

Lune lifted his finger. “Fine,” he sighed.

Glen, numb with relief, managed to say, “Thank you.”

“Ask your question,” Sol replied.

Glen couldn’t keep his eyes off of Lune’s finger hovering over the sensor bar. He furrowed his brow. “What…no, why does your employer want to know who the True Delegate is?” he asked.

“To assassinate him, of course,” Lune said. Glen flinched. Lune turned away and grumbled, “What a waste of a question.”

“Does it matter?” Sol growled. “Now it’s our turn again.” He lifted his chin. “When and where will the ambassadors be meeting next?”

Glen’s heart sank. “You want to assassinate all of the ambassadors to get to the True Delegate,” he said.

“Not bad, star-dweller,” Lune said. “Now quit stalling and answer the question.”

“I – I don’t –“ Glen broke off as Sol’s finger rested above the sensor bar. Glen did, of course, know the next meeting arrangements for the Zelosian ambassadors. He felt tears sting his eyes. “I don’t know,” he lied.

“Wrong,” Sol said. He pressed and slid his finger against the sensor bar.

Glen curled up with a gasp. He was sure that his head was going to cave in upon itself. His skull was like clay, and the electrical currents like hands folding and squeezing the it until it was soft and flexible. “Please – stop – stop!” he shouted.

“Answer the question,” said Sol.

“I – can’t,” Glen gasped.

“Sol, take it up,” Lune suggested.

Glen groaned. “No, please.”

“Tell us about the ambassadors,” Sol ordered.

Glen said nothing. Sol’s finger slid up the sensor bar, and Glen’s moan rose until it plateaued into a guttural bellow.

“All you have to do is give us a time and a place,” Lune said impatiently. “Let’s go.”

Glen pressed his palms against his temples. His vision was darkening, the ringing in his ears rising. Please, let me pass out, he thought.

But just as Glen was on the threshold of consciousness, the pain vanished.

Glen sucked in a long breath and tilted his head back. He blinked, and a heavy tear rolled down the side of his face. They want me awake, he realized miserably. They’re not about to let me just slip away.

Lune pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s a simple question,” he said, “and a simple answer.”

“And don’t say you don’t know,” Sol said, “because I don’t believe you this time. So tell me: when and where are the ambassadors meeting?”

Glen hung his head. “I can’t tell you,” he croaked. His eyes shut tight and his muscles tensed in anticipation.

Lune’s hand grabbed Glen’s hair and pulled his head up. “No,” he snarled. “You can. And you will.”

Glen could barely see Lune’s face through his own blurry tears. You can’t tell them, he thought. You can’t tell them. Lives are at stake – you can’t tell them anything.

Lune pushed Glen’s face back. “Sol, let’s quit holding back,” he said. “Turn it up.”

Sol dipped his head. His finger slid against the sensor.

“No – n-“ Glen’s voice rose into a squeak as lightning struck the surface of his brain. His vision went white. He tried to cry out, but nothing happened. He tried to move, to claw at his own head, but his muscles wouldn’t reply.

Beyond the ringing in his ears, he heard a slam. He heard voices.

The pain dissolved suddenly, and Glen, too numb to stay upright, fell from his chair.

Voices rattled through the room. Shadows on the wall showed movement. Glen’s eyelids drooped.

In what could have been moments, could have been hours, he was in darkness. Then hands lifted his head, and his eyes snapped open.

“No – no,” he started to gasp.

“It’s okay – it’s okay, you’re okay.”

Glen recognized that voice. His eyes lifted to see Blare’s familiar face looking down at him.

“You’re okay,” Blare said again. “You’re safe.”

Glen blinked. “You found me,” he rasped.

“Thanks to you,” Blare explained. “When you used the Unbreaking Words, I – I knew something was wrong. We came as soon as we could."

Glen felt like his heart couldn’t take the amount of emotion overflowing inside. A sickening mixture of relief and revulsion washed over him. He’d saved his own life with his quick thinking – but at what cost? He’d compromised his own beliefs. Glen pressed his palms against his eyes and let his face crumple.

“It’s okay,” Blare murmured. “You did the right thing."

It didn't feel like it.

#badthingshappenbingo #bad things happen bingo #breaking a promise #Rudi plays bingo #space intern ocs #glen ptahfi #blare minervas #whump #whump fic #whumpfic #whump-captain #torture #angst

[exclamaquest]

GD thinking about izuru and syo friendship again now... i just genuinely think they would get along so well u know?? i think they (both the systems) would be like. friends like in the way that they might not have been friends bc they click b just bc the other gets it in a way the rest of their classmates just. Dont and cant. also. izuru 🤝 syo : being seen as the big stereotypical """"bad alter"""" and having that impact how ppl think abt or treat them... ooouuughhhhhhhggghhhhh. im having. feelings.

YES YES YES!!! my name 4 the brotp is support system GKDSKGDS and YEAH!!! like. they have similar experiences being villainized etc when like. yes one of them is a murderer (depending on ur interpretation, i think she's just a factive) and one of them did help end the world but also. theyre doing their best. and izuru has to learn how to be a protector GKDSKGDS also yeah absolutely they're total opposites but also. syo is syo. and she's not scared of him at ALL and we all know he isn't scared of her it's such a good dynamic bc like. you would not expect of all people these two to be besties. and yet. they click exactly because of it. also everyone is like wait syo what do you Mean the way to make the terrorist who ended the world because he was bored calm down is to give him toys. and shes like ??? baby brain just needs new sensations give him a fidget cube and hes good for an hour KGDKSGDSGDS

and yes i firmly believe her nickname for him is baby brain. idk. just. support system brotp my beloved

#theo.ask #beemble bu #izuru kamukura #syo #genocider syo #dr #danganronpa #theo.txt #support system

[carcinized]

In Secret

Ship(s): Romantic Dukexiety

Words: 1213

Warning(s): Kissing, some cursing

AU(s): Human, teenagers, royalty

Notes: Fluffuary day 10, let’s go! Based off #8 and 12 of this post. Have some Dukexiety, my friends!

Summary: Virgil is reunited with his secret boyfriend, Remus, prince of the neighboring kingdom.

Virgil swept his hair to one side in the mirror. He was fairly certain he wouldn't be able to make himself look nice, at least, not what he considered nice. With his parent's rules, it wasn't like he could dress in the oversized coats and dresses he wanted. Then again, he was a prince, so he supposed it wasn't really his parents' fault, either.

Today was an important day. The neighboring kingdom's royal family was paying a visit, which was a momentous occasion on its own, but it just so happened to be the royal family who's youngest son, Remus, Virgil was dating.

Their parents didn't know, of course. Virgil, as the heir to the throne, was expected to marry a princess and have a male child with her to be the next king.

However, Virgil was very, very gay.

And so were the twins of the other kingdom, one of which Remus was. The other, Roman, was the elder—He was in the same predicament as Virgil, only with another lover. Remus, on the other hand, was forever ignored—both a blessing and a curse, at least in Virgil's eyes—and would likely be allowed to marry who he liked.

But the twins were coming today, which Virgil was both excited and terrified for. It was going to be hard to not kiss Remus as soon as he saw him, and he knew it'd be even harder for the impulsive boy who was visiting not to do the same of Virgil.

A knock sounded on Virgil's door. "You ready?"

Virgil sighed, looking at himself in the mirror and brushing his hair back the way he knew his mother would want it, not swept to the side like he liked it. "Yes, Mother."

The door opened and Virgil's mother, the Queen, walked in, scrutinizing his outfit. Virgil scrunched up his face as she did so, finally relaxing when she nodded in approval with a simple "good."

She led him out of the palace to the front of the castle, where Virgil's father and a carriage were waiting.

The King was already speaking with the Queen of the neighboring land. Roman stood next to his mother, speaking with Virgil's dad, while Remus was leaned up against the carriage with arms crossed. Virgil thought that summed up the difference between the two of them fairly well.

Remus's expression lightened when he saw Virgil, though, eyes widening and mouth turning up in a smile Virgil loved more than the stars. He waved, beckoning Virgil closer, and Virgil laughed to himself slightly before freezing with the realization that his mother was still beside him.

"Go," his mother said. "Your friendship with the boy is good for the kingdom."

Virgil pursed his lips, knowing that his relationship with Remus was anything but friendship. "Thanks, Mom."

"Mother," she corrected.

"Thanks, Mother," Virgil agreed without any thought put into the response. He was far to focused on Remus to think of anything else, even his mother's cold remarks. She's granted him permission to be with Remus and, by God, was he going to make good use of that time.

When he reached the carriage, he expected Remus to do something wild. At the very least, he'd expected to be tackled in a hug. Instead, he was gifted with Remus taking Virgil's hand in both of his own and raising it to his mouth, gently kissing it and making Virgil flush bright red.

"Stop, Remus, you'll make our parents suspicious—"

"They don't give a damn if I kiss your hand," Remus insisted. "Don't worry, sugar cube. They think I'm just messing around. Boys will be boys, all that shit."

Virgil frowned. "I don't think the saying 'boys will be boys' is referring to boys kissing other boys' hands."

"Well, it is now!" Remus said, grabbing Virgil's arm and tugging him along as Remus began running.

Virgil sputtered but didn't fight Remus. "Wait! Where are we going?"

"To the gardens! Roman promised me he'd distract the adults so we could get away."

"Roman agreed to cover for you? Really?"

"I have to cover for him next time we visit his boyfriend, but yeah, he did. Also, he thinks you're good for me."

"I am good for you."

Remus laughed at that, turning around and slowing their pace to squish Virgil's cheeks. "You think you're so composed, it's adorable."

"What? I am composed, dumbass."

Remus leaned in and kissed Virgil's cheek, leaving him red-faced and inarticulate. "How composed are you now?"

"N-not f—Not fair!"

Remus grinned his widest grin. "Plenty fair. You liked it, didn't you?"

"Sh-shut up," Virgil muttered, hiding his face in Remus's shoulder.

"Mm, we'd better go somewhere before someone sees you blushing and hugging me."

"You're the one who keeps kissing me!" Virgil argued, leaning away from Remus to fake a glare in his direction.

"Only your cheek and hand," Remus protested. "We'll get to the real kissing later," he added with a wink, making Virgil's face heat up once more.

"Well, let's just get going," Virgil said, trying to get them out of there.

Remus cracked a grin as he began walking just ahead of Virgil, facing backwards so he could still see him. "Eager, hm?"

Virgil rolled his eyes. "Yes, is it so hard to believe I want to catch up with my boyfriend?"

"And make out with him."

Virgil sighed, but he couldn't stop a grin from forming. "And make out with him. Yes, is it so hard to believe I want that?"

Remus's grin turned lopsided. "Hm, maybe not."

Virgil flushed again and hid his face in his hands. "Why are so so good at making me blush? You have no right—"

"On the contrary," Remus said, reaching out to touch Virgil's cheek, and Virgil couldn't help but lean into it, "I have every right."

Virgil turned away, red rising up his neck. "S-see? There you g-go again."

Remus chuckled, grabbing one of Virgil's hands to hold. "You just blush easy. Oh, and you're also in love with me."

Virgil hid his face in Remus's shoulder again. "Shut up!"

Remus laughed and used the hand to tug Virgil off into a corner of the castle that Virgil hadn't even known was there. "Hey, Virge?"

Virgil tilted his head, though he already knew what Remus was going to ask. "Hm?"

Remus cupped Virgil's face in his hands. "Can I kiss you?"

Virgil answered by standing on his tiptoes and kissing Remus himself, letting his arms wrap around his neck and pull Remus down to his own height so his feet could relax. Remus kissed back slowly, making Virgil want to cry with happiness. God, he'd missed this feeling.

When he ran out of breath, he gently pulled away, looking up and seeing Remus's face was bright red. He laughed at that. "Look who's blushing now, hm, Re?"

Remus blushed more at that. "Shut up, you little gremlin."

Virgil smirked. "I'm your little gremlin." He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Remus's once more before slowly pulling away.

"I missed your kisses," Remus murmured.

Virgil laughed and buried his face in Remus's shoulder, feeling arms wrap around his back and smiling at the sensation. "I missed your kisses, too."

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[the-shadow-of-atlantis]

Fighting Fire With Ice

A/N I was going to wait till Saturday to post this but 1. Im a little to proud of this one and 2. I figured we could all use a pick me up

Tagging: @thespacebuns @melyaliz @coffee-randomness @speedypan

“Are you sure your okay with this?” Scott asked as he finished securing the last knot on the ropes binding Andromedas hands together.

Andromeda smiled reassuringly at him and nodded. “I trust you.”

Still Andromeda took a deep breath as she leaned back and let Scott secure her hands against the headboard. She looked up studying his hands as they worked the rope and broke out into a fit of giggles.

"I don't know if I should find it hilarious or impressive that you're using the rope techniques we were taught." Andromeda teased then groaned when Scott gave a firm tug at the ropes.

He smirked as he came at eye level to her and she bit her lip as he stared her down. Then his eyes softened and he reached up to stroke her cheek.

“Let me know if you want me to stop.” He whispered and quickly kissed her.

“Mmm doubtful if anything you should stop teasing.” Andromeda mumbled trying to lean up and kiss him again.

Scott chuckled as he leaned away just enough to be out of her reach and held up a blindfold. “Still trust me?”

“Of course.”

Scott couldn’t help but sit back and admire her once the blindfold was secure around her eyes. The lace that decorated her body was just the perfect shade of blue that made it turn purple with his red tinted view. He was going to have to be very careful if he wanted to see her in this set again. Andromeda bit her lip as her hands tugged on the restraints.

“Scott.” She barely breathed and he lowered his head and began kissing along her collar bone hearing her gasp.

She shivered at how light yet deliberately slow his fingers trailed along her body slowly working their way to remove her underwear. His lips replaced the fabric that covered her breast kissing and sucking the soft skin. His knee pressed against her core and she groaned her hips softly bucking against it trying to create some friction. However his hands held her waist still and she whimpered as she was force to stay in place while his month continued to leave its mark on her.

Scott could feel her wetness seep through the thin fabric and touch his skin. Slowly he began to trial his kisses lower hooking his fingers under the hem of her panties and sliding them down. The moan she let out when he finally slipped a finger inside her was enough to almost make him lose control. He focused and lowered his head licking and sucking at her sensitive skin her whimpers and moans of pleasure sent shivers down his spine.

She was so close Scott could tell, and he almost gave in. Almost let her have her pleasure. But there was one thing he wanted to try while he had her like this. Andromeda gasped as soon as Scott pulled away.

"Scott?" Andromeda nearly choked out when she couldn't feel him anywhere near her.

"Shhhh." His soothing voice came from the edge of the bed. "I'll be right back I have a surprise."

Andromeda tried her best to stay still as she waiting for Scott to get back. Fighting the urge to squeeze her legs together to create some sort of friction. Her breathing was ragged so she focused on trying to calm down. She was on her fourth deep breath when she heard Scott's footsteps.

He said nothing as he placed something on the nightstand and hovered over her again. His eyes trailed over her body eyeing the marks that were starting to form. He smirked as he saw her squirm trying to figure out what his next move was.

Andromeda gasped as she felt something cold and wet press against her skin near her ribs. Her back arched as the sensation slowly moved up towards her chest. Andromeda moaned as the coldness circled around her nipples then settled between her breasts.

"What-" Andromeda paused trying to focus enough to speak. "What is that?"

"An ice cube." Scott whispered his nose softly bumping hers. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah." Andromeda managed to breath before she felt Scott's cold lips press against hers. So that's what he was using to move it across her body.

Her head leaned up with him as he tried to pull away from the kiss wanting to prolong it. He gave in and continued to kiss her, Andromeda decided to test what else she could get away with. She tried her best to wrap her legs around him and grind against his cock. His arms griped her tightly and forced her back down.

"Behave." He nearly growled and Andromeda shivered yet still smirked, he was close too.

"Yes sir." She teased and felt him tense. Ohh. "You like that?"

"Fuck." Andromeda cursed as Scott suddenly slipped his cock into her.

Her mind went blank as he thrusted into her, his lips now warm licked and kissed the trail the ice had left behind. Scotts name came out in the form of a plea as she felt herself reaching the edge.

"What do you want?" He whispered huskily into her ear and Andromeda whimpered.

"Please." She begged tugging at her restraining wanting to hold him to bring him closer.

"Please what?" Scott teased as he begun to slow.

Andromeda tried to rack her brain wondering what is he wanted. His movements had become achingly slow.

"Please... Sir?"

Scott smirked as he lifted her hips at an angle and thrusted even harder into her. Andromeda screamed in pleasure as her nails dug into the ropes. Finally she came around his cock and Scott groaned as he slowed down wanting to savor the moment.

When he finally removed the blindfold stars danced across Andromedas vision. She sighed as he undid her restraints and relaxed into his hold as he laid beside her. He brought her wrist up to his lips and kissed the red lines that had formed.

Andromeda let him do what he needed to calm down to reassure himself that everything was alright. She closed her eyes and relaxed as his lips kissed her cheeks and nose his hands softly tracing along her skin. His heart began to slow down and then she slowly moved her hand up to play with his hair.

Carefully Andromeda adjusted herself and Scott heard the familiar crack of her wings sprouting. The wings carefully wrapped themselves around the two of them and Scott felt their warmth spread through them. He couldn't help but smile as he rubbed the wings making her let out a relaxed moan. The smile never left his face as she slowly fell asleep safe in his arms.

#oc x cyclops #oc x Scott summers #Scott summers smut #cyclops smut

[hrina]

Hey love, if you're having serious dissociation issues, have you tried engaging your senses when its happening? Hold an ice cube in your hands, light some good smelling candles or incense, eat something sour, listen to a physical body mindfulness meditation. Really focus on the physical sensations of whatever it is you try. Helps me come back to myself when I feel like my soul is up on a cloud and I'm watching my body from above. You'll be ok darling!! (And if this becomes a regular thing, perhaps make yourself a 5 senses self-soothe kit, something that can engage each of them that you can keep in a little purse or something and pull out in an emergency. Mine has a peppermint teabag for smelling and an old school ipod and spearmint gum. Thank u inpatient unit for one of the only practical things you ever taught me.)

oh thank u this is very helpful. unfortunately im at school rn but when i get home if im still feeling this way ill try the ice thing ❤️

#anon #thankfully this is only the first time its happened and i think its prob just cus im under a lot of stress rn