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twitchesandstitches · 5 years

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Polypa Cosplay Comm

Commission for a hyper-muscular Polypa attempting to figure out cosplay with her massive body and a huge muscle-gut!

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Cosplay competitions were very serious business in the circles that Polypa and Tegiri ran and sometimes fought to the death in, and it was complicated enough without the difficulties of a massive, atypical build like Polypa’s when it came to cosplay when slim and lean were all the rage now.

It was tough enough getting fitted when you had enough muscle for a whole army of sub-jugglators, let along a ab-studded muscle gut big enough to press all of them too.

In Tegiri’s hive, Polypa grunted through her masking bandages, desperately trying to pull on a special harness for anchoring clothes to a body like her’s. She was learning a few things about cosplay: the first important detail was that even when they did make something for trolls as buxom as her, getting the damn things on wasn’t actually factored in. Sure, they fit, but actually forcing your apocaly-globes into place was frustrating as hell.

The second thing was that while they made things for busty trolls, no one had factored in something like her gut.

Tegiri paced and fretted around her, doing his part to help, and they both agreed that his vastly smaller size would allow him to get at the areas she wouldn’t be able to reach on herself; she was envious that he was already fully dressed up.

The idea for both of them was to dress up like the main couple from Hardgrit Transmogrificationist, a series renowned for both the complexity of its title and the bitter fandom wars between the dozens of animated adaptations (and the very literal war between the studios adapting it, and the terrifying brownblood author). Tegiri was to be Winway Rockall, the mechanist maintaining the protagonist’s metallic limbs and serving as an emotional anchor for the story. His cosplay was simply enough; a slim tubetop, a worn bandana, and a jumpsuit made for a convincing look.

Polypa, going as the main protagonist Edowar Elrick, was having a signficantly harder time of it, given that the character was infamously small and lean, and she was… not either of those things, at all.

Polypa heaved and struggled, her massive biceps twisting like trees trying to drill to bedrock and fast-track the whole root system thing. She rocked in too-small room, her shoulders rising and falling, the air rippling around her as her violent motions did to the air what legislacerators typically did to those they accused, and all the while she tried as absolutely hard as possible to not rip the very expensive fabrics.

But the most impressive thing there was Polypa’s stomach. Well, the second most impressive thing was Polypa’s stomach. Technicallly it would normally have gotten number one status, but the dress’s continued survival, against all the odds, was somehow even more startling.

Troll guts tended to be pretty big; the prevailing scientific theory was that any troll who lived long and ate enough never really stopped growing, They tended towards bigger sizes compared to aliens of vaguely similar morphologies; larger curves, bigger hips, broader muscles, and so on. But Polypa’s metabolism had mutated in a very unusual way, layering itself into a bigger digestive tract located exclusively in her stomach like an internal furnace, dedicated to converting every bit into fuel for more muscle growth. This had resulted in her being absolutely gigantic and slabbed in so much muscle that she was nearly more muscle than troll now, and a lot of it had gone to making her stomach even bigger. Her abs encircled her gut, expanding it outwards by several feet with muscle mass alone, and the whole thing was a roundness nearly bigger than she was.

Impressive? Absolutely. A source of great pride and pleasure to her? Very much. But convenient for cosplays?

She was finding out the answer to that one was ‘fuck no, absolutely not’.

Polypa tugged and wrenched at the straps that would keep her cosplay clothing anchored and, hopefuly, safe from her muscle’s impact, but she just didn’t have the leverage to pull it right. She sighed and said, “Tegiri, I’m giving up on handling this one. Gonna need some help here.”

“Right,” came a voice near her, but out of sight. “Understood.”

Polypa looked around worriedly for Tegiri, but couldn’t see him anyway, and she tried to stand as still as possible to avoid kicking him or accidentally sitting on him, or landing her belly atop him.

The best she could say for Tegiri was that he was somewhere behind her. She could feel his dextrous claws, patiently zipping things up and assiting like an inverted gremlin; and his current role was fixing the supportive framework that would keep her cosplay outfit properly fitted once she got it on. He was buckling a supporting strap into place here, and there he tied a knot around massive thigh muscles wider across than his entire body.

Polypa turned her head backwards, squinting with the one eye not covered by her bandages. Her pupil dilated and she tried to see a hint of teal; no such luck. She was just too big, and she couldn’t make anything out past her gigantic shoulders, the outwards curve of her belly (so big it was going backwards), and the extreme musculature of her backside.

She did see some vague hint of Tegiri as he darted to the other side of her body. She felt him, rather than saw him; he moved close to one massive hip made even bigger by her muscle development, and ducked as a strap broke apart. He was on it right away, but moved at a very bad time; he approached just as she put some weight backward, her butt descending down, and it was so big, two round masses of muscle, and there was just the slightest impact from hyper-beefy butt to troll.

Polypa turned around at the instant crashing noise. There was a small grater in the hive floor, and across the room, there was a broken wall. No, several broken walls, shattered in an instant, and visible through them was Tegiri, imbedded in the wall and twitching faintly. “Shit!” Polypa said, rushing towards him. Her massive doom-globes, easily the equal of her backside but somehow looking smaller on her muscular frame, bounced and smashed some additional room through the walls as she ran towards him.

Tegiri twitched in extremely faint disapproval as Polypa charged. Her belly, that massive muscular round cannonball of a gut, left ab-shaped imprints on the walls extremely briefly before its sheer impact power totally removed them from existence. And she kept coming, nearly dropping to an animalistic lope in her instinctive drive to get to him, perhaps constantly reminding herself that her belly and rumblespheres were too big to let her do that without beaching herself.

She contented herself with just running through his walls, smashing everything in her way, and with some effort, leaning down to pull him out. Tegiri’s entire perspective was filled with nothing but Polypa; easily three times his size, larger even than a fuchsia-blood (not that they ever had a chance to see that for themselves), and his perpetually grim demeanor was almost comically understated as her fist closed around the entirety of his arm; she pulled him out of the whole with a slight ‘pop’, and very gently, she started to put him on the ground.

She reconsidered, as her belly started to lean against what was left of the hive wall when she did that and the framework made some very ominous creaking noises, and cracks. Tegiri was doing his best to be supportive and a proper moirail, but she saw him glancing at the wall, trepidation in his expression. She stood up and simply plopped him down onto her belly, just in front of her doom-rack.

Tegiri settled comfortably onto a plane of abs, sinking slightly into the very defined divide between them. “I may need to warn you of where I am at all times.”

Polypa nodded, and then when she realized that Tegiri’s view of her cleavage probably didn’t give him a view of her face, said, “Alright, I can do that.” She turned aside, staring at the walls ruefully. A few bits of bio-plastic fell down, some smaller chunks still dangling like stubborn bits of drool. “Sorry about your house. ...Again.”

Tegiri sighed. “I can afford it,” he said, though he winced. Getting ahold of authentic replicas of Edowar’s prosthetic murder-limbs would take a longer amount of time to obstain now.

Polypa didn’t mind, per se. She enjoyed the challenge of making do with ingenious, cheap methods of cosplay, but she did mind the impact she was having on his house. “My hive is bigger. Built for my bulk; getting sick of breaking your stuff, you know.”

Tegiri’s eyes widened. “I would not banish you from my hive!” He said firmly. “Such is absolutely unacceptable for a proper moirail, for the ideals I uphold!”

Polypa extremely large lips made an indent in her bandages as she smiled coyly. “Ya don’t say.” She bent to give him a pale kiss; bearing in mind the logistical issues of this, she thrust her mighty thighs against her belly, forcing up, up; and at the same time, she grabbed her doom-globes and pushed them up with him now between them, so that Tegiri was propelled on a sea of boob and belly, right to her face.

Her mouth was covered. Even so, she felt the coolness of his skin, and the taste of his cheek. And the rush of his blushing.

Tegiri leaned in, entire face turning a lovely shade of teal, nad Polypa grinned as they parted. His face went through an interesting display of emotions, apparently trying them out until it found what that properly captured his mix of embarrassment, delight, and doing its best to hide them all. “AHEM,” he said loudly. “We, ah. Must not dawdle all day. We do have an engagement to meet!”

Polypa made an air of considering it, just to see if he would take her seriously. He didn’t take the bait, so she shrugged. Various additional muscles as big across as several highbloods moved around each other. “If you think we’ll make it in time.”

“We will! We simply have to get the harness worked out, then we can fit everything else on.”

“All right then.”

Tegiri slid down and went back to the room they had started in, and Polypa followed.

They went back to the basics, this time with Tegiri wheeling in a complicated device Polypa had gotten for him for just such an event, though this one was originally meant for trolls who were much smaller than their lusii and needed to ascend upwards to perform grooming. But it had all sorts of attachments and fold-out platforms that made it ideal for their purposes, and it was able to be tall enough to even reach up to her face, or establish scaffolds around her shoulders.

It was just extremely cumbersome, and large. Even with a tealblood’s superior strength (at least by the metric of other olivebloods; Polypa’s individual muscle fibers packed more power than entire bluebloods had, and she doubted that even a fuchsia had anything on her raw strength potential now), he panted and struggled to move the huge assemblage, and he looked a little bit like he was trying to move an old-fashioned siege tower all on his own. She took it with a hand, lifting several tons of metal and wheely bits and not even feeling the weight, placed it down in the middle of the room.

She unfolded the device, and unfurled it too, extending several scaffolds that would encircle her, and in this, she sat down, looking a bit like a beast that was at a grooming station. “I’m thinking, got too much weight up top for the bottom bits to be holding on all on their own. Fix it up around my doom-globes first, and anchor it onto my shoulders, and the rest should be nice and fit. Right?”

“I think so, yes!” Tegiri agreed. He got the rest of the cosplay harness and, ascending the grooming ladder, carefully lined it up with her back and he ascended upwards. Her back was like a topographical map of mountain ranges, some of her muscles sticking out further than the span of his arms.

It was… imposing. And they were startlingly soft to the touch. As he placed a length of supporting fabric against her, his hand sank into a thorax-girder big enough for him to sleep on.

He could feel her grinning. Possibly more a sly smirk than a big grin, but he just KNEW she was doing it anyway, the fiend.

Polypa, in turn, felt him climb up behind her, the foundations put down. Then he looped it down one of her shoulders, descending down to tie it properly, and he swung around, doing it to the other shoulder. He climbed back up, lacking the harness and strapping it properly, and Polypa glanced at a nearby Polypa-sized mirror. She looked a bit like she was wearing a corset.

She was able to work the cups of her harness over her doom-spheres, and there was barely enough to cover anything at all, but it anchored right, and that was the main thing. She gave a few tugs, and the harness remained stable, at least up top. Tegiri started to go down, but paused. “This would be even more secure if we put it around your stomach-”

“No.”

“We won’t be able to get any clothing around it like this!”

“Yeah, that’s the point.” Polypa smacked her massive belly with a smug grin; it didn’t make a slapping sound, but a resonant noise like someone striking an especially bulky drum. “I am NOT covering this beauty up. No way.”

Tegiri scowled, displeased at the disloyalty to the cosplay, but he couldn’t argue about it with her. “Well, Edowar is famously always taking his shirt off; perhaps we could work that in, somehow?” He went down and kicked the wheels in, and in a smooth motion, kicked the ladder around; it wheeled about, as if on a track, and as it went, he stopped it to affix the harness to the bits on her hips and thighs, rather like sensual garter belts (though rather strained, the muscle mass almost more than they could handle).

Several more things were locked together, clicked into place, and connected, and Tegiri pronounced it as good as it would get. Polypa slowly got up, minding him, using the vast forwards weight of her stomach to leverage herself up. She looked in the mirror again, and while it wasn’t the point, she thought she looked kinda sexy; it felt a bit odd, like wearing a full body corset. She flexed and moved, enjoying the way it moved with her swelling muscles, and the loops around the base of her very sensitive belly; now that felt right!

“Mind getting the outfit itself?” Polypa asked him, now slowly walking around and getting used to it. There wasn’t any real problem moving around, but she was trying to see if maybe flexing the right muscle would snap a bit of fabric in the wrong place or something, and break the whole thing. He nodded and came back, pushing a huge wheelbarrow big enough for him to tote several beds in. Leathery fabrics, and something red, filled it to the brim.

One by one, Polypa took out the cosplay pieces and placed them down while Tegiri had a rest. She sorted them appropriately:

Item one. A big red coat, with the sign symbol passed down by Edowar’s teacher, Izumii. Big enough to make a decent flag out of, and a primary concern for Polypa was that this wouldn’t cover up her stomach or keep her from showing it off at all. Simple enough to work with.

Item two: shoes and gloves. She considered this one item, because it wouldn’t be too tricky to work out.

Item three: A set of metallic dress pieces, meant to fix to a limb to give the impression of a prosthetic arm and leg. Very expensive and fitted to her beefy specifications, but hopefully, with the harness… they would stay on.

Item four, and she dreaded this one: a pair of skinny leather pants, and a shirt worn over a closed vest. In theory she could go with the open shirt of later plot developments but she was going for iconic looks, and this WAS her character’s iconic outfit.

She tried not to think about it: how the hell was she supposed to get this on?

Polypa shook her head, dismissing the thought, and one by one, Tegiri returned to the ladder and helped her put it all on.

First, the prosthetics. this was not too hard, as she simply had to lock them into place around her arm and leg; they snapped on, built to interlock and function very nicely. From shoulder to fingers, and knee to toe-claws, they snapped on. Soon her limbs were encased in slightly pitted metal (for that authentic look) and she moved around to see the different it made. A bit more weight than she was used to, but not so much it would impede movement.

The metal bits WERE very bulky though; a lot more than expected. (“Might be able to reuse those for a Fatehand cosplay,” Tegiri mused. “The size would fit!”)

Next, the pants and the torso wear, and she thought it best to get this done as soon as possible, not just for the obvious reasons of shoes and things, but because she wanted it over with. Tegiri had to help her do it in stages and she winced as he pulled her pants up over her massive legs, the leathers creaking very ominously with the slightest hint of leg twitch. It creaked much worse once it got to her backside, and she winced, waiting for something to burst, but they looped it onto the harness, and she twitched her hips as an experiment. Nothing happened, and she walked around, testing it some more. Again, nothing happened.

The undershirt. It got around her horns by being one of the kinds of shirt that opened on one side to be placed on the shoulder than then closed back up. This went fine enough, but then it wrapped over her rumblespheres, and that WAS a problem; she was too busty for even this shirt, and it was the largest one they had. It hung down, stressed in the middle, securing braces severely strained. Tegiri gave her a speculative look. “You, uh. Have some underboob at present.”

She KNEW she could feel some air there! “Never mind that.”

“But, the look is compromised. We could refit it-”

Polypa’s veins swelled, throbbing and pulsing, as she thought about the logistics of, of refitting her shirt now! Forget covering her doom-globes, if it got anywhere near her belly it would be destroyed! “No, no! We can work with this! Get the vest.”

Tegiri complied, pulling it up, and if anything, this was even trickier by far. The process involved a lot of swiveling around, some acrobatics on Tegiri’s part, Polypa working and flexing her muscles in some very strange ways to maneuver things right, and the real tricky bit came as they tried to force the underside around the base of her stomach; the region where her belly met her torso and rested beneath her doom-globes.

Try as they might, it just would not clip together.

Polypa tried to suck it in, to no avail. In the end, they just clipped it together, tugging it over her belly as much as possible, for something of a crop jacket look. It was, she admitted, strangely in character.

Then came the shoes, the gloves. They fit on properly; they were built for Polypa’s size, and better yet, were designed to work with the specific inserts she was wearing on her limbs for the cosplay.

Last of all, they slid on the coat (a positive relief after the complexities thus far), and tied up her hair into the signature braid of Edowar Elrick. Then, she and Tegiri clipped all the clothes onto the harness, so that it was mainly supported BY the harness and not her body, and thus hopefully protected from the destructive impact she could put out.

Once it was all done, they examined her look. Polypa looked into the mirror, moving left and right, and Tegiri rode on her shoulder, looking anxious on her behalf.

“Hrm,” Polypa said, very dubious and uncertain.

She turned left, moving as far as she could without her magnificent gut being entirely out of view. The coat helped a lot with keeping the looking as iconic as possible; it covered the harness that was keeping all the clothes attached, for example, and it gave her massive body a certain dramatic flair.

Her stomach, the vast and slightly pendous orb it was, provided a sense of reassuring weight. Yes, it really did not fit her cosplay at all, but part of the point of these contests was to push things as far as you possibly could without compromising the look. Perhaps she had done just that… perhaps. She turned some more, her coat flashing dramatically, her metal-covered limbs glinting beneath the coat, and she had to admit something.

She didn’t look entirely in-character, but she still looked damn cool.

Then again, a thought like that WAS in-character for Edowar, famed in-story for his terrible and gaudy taste. She shrugged.

“I still think we might be able to extend the top pieces…” Tegiri began.

But Polypa shook her head. “No. I can work with this.”

“...Really?”

She smiled. “Yeah, really. Come on.” She picked him up and tossed him onto her shoulder. “We’re gonna be late!”

“Oh, yes, right! We must hurry!”

The two of them took off, to the competition, and Polypa felt surprised at her optimism. At least she had tried!

As they left, Tegiri said, “You could have gone as Strong Armsta.” He wrote this down in a little notebook, perhaps noting it for future cosplays. “You have the bulk! The attitude! And his cosplays are not terribly hard, you just need the right build.”

The image brought to mind a boisterous, lovable purpleblood that Polypa could have carried in an instant. She thought about it. “Nah,” she said. “Not now, I mean. I wouldn’t mind it, but that outfit is totally topless and I don’t want to be fandom famous for that. Want to build up my reputation first.”

Tegiri pushed his glasses up. “Point taken.”

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kinkykinard · 6 years

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1500 Follower Ficlet #6

Requested by the fabulous @theonlyparadox!

Fandom: Star Trek AOS. Pairing: Jim Kirk X Female Reader. Prompt: Masturbation + vibrating panties. Rating: 18+ NSFW. Warnings: vaginal fingering, vibrators, unprotected sex, female masturbation. Words: 2124.

You groan and drop your stylus as the vibrator in the front of your panties buzzes to life yet again, making you jump and suck in a harsh breath. You discreetly bite your lip, shifting in your chair and trying to stay focused on the patient chart you’re working on as the vibration continues.

The buzzing goes on and on, and eventually you close the chart, unable to focus. Glancing over your shoulder to ensure you’re alone, you discreetly reach down and hike up the hem of your dress a little, running your fingertips over the vibrator nestled in a perfectly-sized pocket in your panties. Pressing it more firmly against your clit, you rock in your chair and feel an orgasm just barely starting low in your belly.

You can feel a fine sweat breaking out over your forehead as the vibration crescendos and you know that Jim is playing around with the buttons on the toy’s remote just to get you all worked up. He’s on the bridge several decks away and you know he can’t see what it’s doing to you, but you’re sure he’s got a pretty good idea regardless.

As suddenly as the vibrations started they stop once again and you breathe a sigh of mingled relief and frustration. You low-key hate that Jim can edge you even from so far away, but you endure it because you know the inevitable orgasm will be well worth the wait. Shaking off the arousal, you shift around in your chair a bit and open the chart back up, getting back to work.

A few minutes pass by without incident before you feel the buzzing start up again, though this time more subtly than before. Gritting your teeth, you sign off at the bottom of the patient care report you’re working on and slowly get to your feet. It’s a challenge to keep a straight face with the vibrator going as you walk out of the office you’ve been working in but you manage it.

Making your way to the central nurses’ desk you set your PADD down on the counter and smile at Christine.

“If it’s all good out here, do you mind if I take an early lunch break?” You ask.

Christine smiles benevolently in return. You’re sure there’s a hint of mischief and knowing in her eyes but she doesn’t comment.

“Of course,” she replies. “Take your time; I know how to find you if we need you.”

You nod and turn on your heel, desperate to get somewhere private so you can ease your mounting frustration as you feel the vibrator start to buzz a little harder. As you move to step away from the desk, however, you run into a solid mass, gasping as you’re nearly knocked off-kilter. A strong pair of hands grips your upper arms before you can topple, keeping you upright as you look at the person who has just saved you.

“You alright, Y/N?” Dr. McCoy asks.

You nod, feeling your cheeks heat.

“Yes sir,” you reply.

“You’re sure?” He queries, quirking a trademark eyebrow. “You’re looking a little drawn.”

“I’m fine,” you reply. “Maybe a little hypoglycemic. I was just going to have lunch.”

The doctor nods, apparently satisfied, and lets go of you, stepping out of your way.

“I won’t keep you, then,” he says with a small smile. “I won’t be responsible for endangering the health of my nurses.”

You chuckle lightly and nod, brushing past him and all but running away from the desk, the vibrator in your panties now buzzing insistently against your sensitive, swollen clit. You can feel the moisture starting to soak your panties and you bite back a groan, wondering just how it was that you’d let Jim talk you into this.

Darting into a seldom-used negative pressure room out of view from the nurses’ desk, you activate the privacy lock on the door and rush toward the bio bed therein. Ensuring that it’s deactivated, you hop onto it and sprawl out on your back, parting your thighs and reaching a hand down between them.

The first touch of your fingers against the vibrator, pressing it more firmly into your swollen, throbbing clit, is electrifying. You prod the little capsule around until it’s seated firmly in just the right spot and you gasp, your hips bucking off of the table.

“Open a channel to the captain’s PADD,” you order the ship’s computer. “Send a voice message.”

You hold back a moan as the vibration suddenly stops just as the computer chimes in acknowledgement of your request.

“Get the hell down to med bay,” you bark. “You know where to find me.”

The two of you had first had sex in the negative pressure room while Jim had been recovering from a nasty xenovirus that you, too, had been exposed to. After that you’d used it a few times for the odd quickie and a few stolen kisses, and you know that he can easily override the privacy lock with is permissions, so getting in unnoticed won’t be a problem.

As you wait for him you reach back down to between your thighs, taking matters into your own hands. Slipping your hand into your panties, your fingers find your clit and you moan softly. Dipping them lower, you coat your fingertips in the wetness oozing from between your labia and start in on your clit again with a little more lubrication.

It doesn’t take you long to reach the brink of an orgasm. You’ve been teetering on the edge of one on and off all day and now you can feel yourself clenching desperately, craving penetration. Working yourself a little higher, you grit your teeth to keep from keening and you slowly insert two fingers into your waiting pussy.

The reaction to the stimulation is immediate and cathartic. Your vision goes spotty as the orgasm wracks your body, making your legs shake and your hips arch. You find yourself unable to so much as take a breath as the paroxysm crashes over you and you’re so lost in the sensation that you fail to hear the door to the room open and slide closed again.

You have no idea that Jim has approached the bed and is watching you as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm and you jump with a yelp when you feel a hand land on your bare thigh. Your eyes snap open, your heartbeat faltering as you fight to even out your breathing a little, laying your gaze on a smiling Jim. Realizing you haven’t been caught in the act, you drop your head back against the bio bed again and let the tension out of all of your muscles as the last contractions of your climax fade away.

“You’re so beautiful, sunshine,” Jim says softly, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “Think you could do that again for me?”

You’re still so spent from the last orgasm that you don’t even think you can fathom another one, but Jim is quick to tease you again with the press of a button. The vibrator whirs to life at a thankfully-low setting and you buck your hips, whining softly.

“No,” you groan. “Not like this. Too sensitive.”

The buzzing stops immediately and instead you feel Jim’s hand come to rest at the apex of your thighs, his fingers stroking you through the thin fabric of your panties. His touch is much more comfortable and you sigh contentedly as his fingers massages your labia, soaking your panties thoroughly with your moisture.

“Let’s get these off of you,” Jim murmurs.

He moves around to the foot of the bio bed, his hands moving to either of your ankles and pulling you carefully closer to him. You plant your feet on the bed and lift your hips as his hands come up, fingers finding their way under the waistband of your panties and tugging them down carefully. You settle back down on the bio bed and lift your feet once he’s got the garment down far enough, parting your thighs to give him access to your core as he tosses the panties aside.

“I can see how wet you are,” Jim says thickly, arousal permeating his words. “I really got you worked up, didn’t I?”

“You think?” You grit, still breathless. “You’d better do something about it; I can’t work like this.”

Jim chuckles, pulling away from you just long enough to unclip his belt and pull his cock out. He’s already rock-hard from the anticipation and you make a wordless noise of desperation as he steps up to the end of the bed to line himself up with you. He rests his hands on your hips, pulling you closer, flush up against him, and aligning your bodies.

“Is this what you want, angel?” He asks.

“Yes,” you assert, pleading, frenzied.

Without any further preamble, you feel Jim’s cock nudge at your soaking wet folds and you fist your hands in the fabric of your skirt as it pushes inside of you, filling you completely. Jim’s hands are still on your hips, holding you tight, his thumbs stroking your skin through your dress as he takes a moment to just still inside of you, taking in the feeling of your heat enveloping him.

He starts to move a few beats later and it’s slow at first, just enough to tease and excite you. The head of his cock drags against your g-spot with every stroke and you feel a whole different sort of orgasm starting deep inside. It’s a slower building but more intense sort of pleasure than you’d experienced with the vibrator on your clit before and you revel in the sensation of your pussy clenching around Jim’s cock.

Shifting a little, you reach around and pull your thighs up toward your chest, angling your hips up just the smallest bit and increasing the friction of Jim’s cock inside of you. The next pass of his cock over your g-spot is nearly blinding it feels so good and you let out a guttural moan, feeling Jim shudder in response to the increased tightness the position affords him.

“I’m not going to last much longer like this, beautiful,” Jim rasps, his thrusting increasing in its pace and becoming somewhat erratic.

“Me neither,” you groan. “So close, Jim. Make me cum.”

You swear you hear him murmur fuck under his breath but it’s lost in the rhythmic clap of his skin colliding with yours on every down-thrust. He’s driving into you hard and fast and your entire body convulses with the force of each impact but the intense, almost bruising pressure inside of you is so delicious that you hardly notice anything outside of where the two of you are joined.

Jim gets to his climax first, filling you with his thick, hot seed. It doesn’t take you long to follow after that, though, and very soon the two of you are both completely spent, your head spinning as Jim sags forward, pressing his forehead to your midriff and pressing a few gentle, reverent kisses to a spot just below your navel as you recover.

You whine softly a moment later as Jim straightens and you feel him pull out, his cock slipping from inside of you and leaving you feeling empty. You feel your cheeks heat as he runs a finger over your perineum a second later, though, mopping up a dribble of the cum oozing from inside of you and pushing it back in, his finger sinking into you up to the second knuckle. He slowly withdraws it again, dragging it between your labia, lightly brushing your clit on the upstroke before pulling away all together.

“I could look at you like this all day,” he murmurs.

You slowly push yourself up into a sitting position, holding out a hand for your panties as Jim picks them up from wherever he’d tossed them. Before slipping off the table to put them on, you pull the vibrator out from its small pocket, handing it to Jim.

“You can look at me all you want after Alpha,” you say with a coy grin. “But I’ve only got ten minutes left of my lunch break and I’ve still got to eat.”

“Is that a promise?” Jim asks as you quickly wipe down the bio bed before making for the doorway.

You pause in front of the door, glancing at him over your shoulder. You regard him with a mischievous, cryptic smile before flashing him a brief wink. After all the teasing he’d done earlier, you plan on making him work for it. After all, you know from experience that anticipation heightens the pleasure.

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Left Out - G Dragon & CL Poly!AU

Summary: When Ji Yong is stuck in a meeting while Chaelin needs some release there is only one person left in the relationship to turn to.

Genre: Smut, shameless kinky smut

Warnings: I’m gonna get the easier ones down first, swearing and sex, it’s smut what do you expect. Masturbation, oral (both giving and receiving), spanking, branding (scratching), pegging/strap-on, sexting, daddy kink, unnie kink, bondage, girl on girl, eating in the bathroom if that freaks you out, BDSM I think. I’m sorry.

If any of this bothers you then please don’t read.

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A/N: I am so sorry mother and father for I have sinned HARD. Honestly, I’m so scared about posting it, but I’ve already hyped it up a lot so. It’s over 9k words so yeah. Please tell me what you think because idk if it’s good or not. I’m so sorry this might be very bad. Like very bad.

SIDE NOTE: poly requests are now open to anyone and everyone.

ANOTHER SIDE NOTE: The links in my bio don’t seem to be working so thought I should let everyone know, I’ll try to fix it though so yeah.

ONE MORE SIDE NOTE: If this is bad please let me know. I’m so nervous about this.

~ Admin Brooklyn

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Chaelin sat on the couch restless. She shifted on the couch, trying to get some friction right where she needed it. The TV was on, but she paid no attention to it. She moved her hips, rocking her pussy on the couch. She cursed under breath at the pent up tension she carried. She couldn’t do anything though. Ji Yong made her promise to do nothing without him this week, with the incident that happened without him was something he sorely missed.

CL: Come home

Ji Yong pulled out his phone, briefly looking up at the people around him. The quiet room full of talking that he didn’t care to know in this moment.

GD: I’m in the middle of a meeting

CL: PLEASE

He raised an eyebrow at his phone. A small smirk playing at his lips. His girls seemed to need him. Well at least one of them did, but if Chaelin needs him he was sure you weren’t too far off either.

CL: I need to fuck someone and you were the one who cried when you weren’t involved

He looked at his phone in shock. So that's what she wanted. He felt his pants tighten. YoungBae looked at him, his eyebrow raised in confusion.

GD: I didn’t cry and you still aren’t gonna do something when I’m not there

CL: Baby boy, who do you think is in charge right now

He felt his dick get harder and he shifted in his seat. The youngest Seunghyun gave him a weird look.

“Ji Yong, you okay?” He asked. He nodded his head, dismissing the youngest’s comment. He pretended to pay attention to the meeting. He went back to his phone, promptly responding to his dominant girlfriend.

GD: You promised

You walked into the room, unaware of the conflict Chaelin was having with herself. Her eyes went straight to you right away. Your summer stay-at-home outfit of booty shorts and a messy shirt. Her eyes were glued to your ass, the way your shorts barely hid the bottom half of your ass. She watched as your legs stalked out of the living room and into the kitchen.

“Hey, Chaelin I’m eating ice cream you want any?” You called back to her.

“No thanks princess,” she calls back. She closes her eyes, the image of your legs in those shorts. Your ass hanging out of your shorts that only covers the top half of your ass. The curve of your ass as it leads into your beautiful thighs. The perfect skin that’s ready for her to mark as hers. How beautiful they looked as you walked away. She groaned and twisted in her spot once again.

CL: Our girlfriend is looking very hot right now

She set her phone down and let it vibrate as Ji Yong responded. She smirked as she got up and stalked towards the kitchen. When she walked in she was greeted by the sight of you bent over, you shorts giving away your ass. She silently walked behind you, enjoying the view you gave. She snaked behind you, cupping your ass in her hand. You look up, Chaelin’s hand still on your ass.

“Chaelin, what are you doing,” you ask, blushing. She starts to knead you ass, as her other hand snakes over your hip and down to the inside of your thigh. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel her play with them hem of your shorts.

“What do you think?” She says. You turn around, her hands trailing on your sides as you turn to face her. You open your mouth to say something but as you met your eyes your voice went silent. Her eyes were seductive and they screamed dominance and need. You swallowed thickly and cleared your throat.

“Chae, we can’t do anything without Ji Yong,” you remind her. She scoffs and rolls her eyes. You yelp as her hands come in contact with your ass. Her fingers wrap around your flesh easily, spreading apart your cheeks and letting your ass go back to its’ normal state before slapping it.

“He may be older,” she started. She pulled you closer to her, letting your hips press against hers. Her mouth was right against your ear. “But I’m the one that makes him scream. He knows that I'm in charge. Isn't that right (Y/N)?”

“Mhmm,” you hum in agreement. She kisses your ear lightly, sending chills down your spine. She kissed you, again and again, each time going lower down your throat. Your neck was left open for her, your head craned to the left so she’ll have access to the right side of your neck.

“(Y/N),” she said quietly as you grabbed her hair. Your fingers were tangled in her locks as she continued to kiss you across your collar. Your other hand was wrapped around her, pulling her close to you. “Look at me.”

You looked at her, looking down as she left your collarbone. You locked eyes as she stopped kissing your collar. Your eyes followed her as she lifted her head, coming at eye level, although she was a bit taller. You looked at each other for a moment, both of your eyes now screaming with need and desire. She pulled you into her, letting her lips press against yours.

You reacted immediately, your lips molding with hers effortlessly. Your kiss was both passionate as well as lustful, a perfect combination for a kiss. Your hand slipped from her hair, now cupping her cheek. Her hand had slipped from you ass, trailing up your waist. Chaelin had slipped her tongue into your mouth. You felt her hand tangled in your hair. You gasped as you felt her tug your head back, breaking your intense kiss.

“Bed, shirt off, sit still,” she commanded. You nodded your head, a fistful of your hair still in her hand. She let go, letting your locks cascade down your shoulders. You stood there, still in shock of what had happened moments ago. She growled. “Now kitten. I’m giving you a head start.”

Chaelin smirked as you scampered out of the room. She watched your ass as your run away. She smiled to herself as she got what she wanted. She pulled out her phone, checking the messages GD had left her.

GD: DON'T DO ANYTHING YOU PROMISED

GD: PLEASE WAIT FOR ME

GD: I’m almost done with this meeting, please

She smiled as she typed her response.

CL: If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go fuck our girlfriend

GD: NOOOO WAIT PLEASE

She smirked as she walked away. She stalked towards the bedroom, taking her sweet time to get to you. She smiled as she sees you sitting patiently on the edge of the bed. Your breast completely exposed to her. She smiles as she walks towards you, her hips swaying deliciously. She kneels in front you, her head right in front of your chest. She looks up at you, your face flushed.

“You’re so beautiful kitten,” she whispers. Your face heats up even more. Her hand comes up to your chest and grabs your boob. She smirks as you moan quietly. “Where are you manners kitten?”

“Thank you,” you say. You jump as you feel a smack against your boob. “Thank you unnie.”

“That's my good girl.” you smile at her praise, your confidence starting to build up. She leans in, tilting her head slightly and kisses you. Her tender lips pressed against yours fiercely. Your hand automatically finds its way to her cheek. Chaelin’s hand continues to grope your breast, making you moan into our kiss. She pulls away, leaving you breathless.

“Sadly Ji Yong oppa has a meeting,” she starts. You see her pull out her phone and your eyes widen. “So let's show your daddy what he missed.”

She smiles as she holds her phone up. She quickly snaps a picture, lowering her phone and admiring her work. “You look so vulnerable kitten. Ji Yong would love this.”

CL: sent an image

CL: Oppa, you’ve been missing out

Ji Yong's eyes widen. His phone hidden under the table as he gets a picture from Chaelin. He felt his pants get even tighter. You were staring at the camera, eyes wide and chest completely exposed. You looked so needy, and god it turned him on.

GD: Chaelin, I am in the middle of a meeting

She smirked as she looked at Ji Yong’s text. She chuckled lightly at his response. She looked at you and her smile widened. You looked at her confused by her laughter. “Daddy is just upset he’s missing you baby girl. It just means that you’re all mine, my love.”

She sets her phone on the bed next to you and runs her hand up to your hair. Her nails lightly dragged on your skin sending shivers down your spine. She slowly inched her face closer to yours, never breaking eye contact. She smirks as she smooth talks you, her eyes dark and wild. “Oh princess, the things I’m gonna do to you.”

You closed your eyes as you felt her lips pressed against yours. You moaned into the kiss as you felt her hand grope your breast once again. She pushed you against the bed, laying you down without breaking her intense kiss. She laid on top of you, rocking her hips against yours. You moaned loudly, and she smirked out the sound. She pulled away, letting you breathe once again. She covered you with kisses, wet marks creating a trail down your neck and chest. You panted and squealed as she nipped at your skin. You looked down, catching sight of her eyes. She stared up at you, sucking and kissing the skin on your collarbone.

“I need you baby girl,” Chae said, her lips brushing against your skin every time she talked. You groaned, and she lightly kissed your hip. You felt her hand rub your folds through your shorts while the other one slid to the top of your shorts. She kissed your skin after every sentence, sealing her words. “I need to touch you. I need to fuck you.”

You moaned loudly and she pulled your pants and underwear down in one swift pull. You shivered as the cold air hit your wet pussy. She smiled down at it and quickly smirked, looking back up at you. You bit your lip as two of her fingers founds its way down your folds. Her fingers slid down easily, letting your arousal coat onto her fingers. She smirked as your face contorted, eyes closed. She slid her fingers back up to your clit. She rubbed it slowly, beginning to build pressure and need in your lower stomach. A frown found its way to Chaelin’s lips as she saw your lip in between your teeth.

“Kitten, you’re holding back on me,” she said, her voice smooth and commanding. You open your eyes and look down at her. She stared up at you, her face by your pussy. She smirked up at you, as an idea popped in her head. Your eyes widen as her tongue slipped out of her mouth. You felt it go flat against your folds, her tongue curving in as she licked upwards. A loud moan left your lips, your eyes shut. Your hand finds it’s way in her hair, gripping tightly by her roots. You wanted more. You wanted to feel more. Chaelin smirked, fully knowing that she was getting exactly what she needed. “That’s my kitten.”

She continued to eat you out, leaving you panting and moaning with every other lick. You continued to tug at her hair, pulling her mouth closer to your folds. Chaelin felt her panties continue to dampen as if the arousal and need that she felt earlier wasn’t enough. She needed to let go as well, she needed a release. You moaned as she worked her fingers against your clit, her mouth leaving your pussy.

“Kitten, listen to me,” she said, grabbing your attention. You look at her, eyes wide, dark and pleading. She smiled to herself. “I’m going to give you some instructions, and you are going to follow them. I’ll give you a reward if you do.”

“Yes Unnie,” you say. She smiles at you before coming up and kissing you. You can taste yourself on her lips and moan against them. Your hands come up to her hair. Your hips grind against hers, needing to feel something. She smirks into the kiss and pulls away. She gets off the bed leaving you there. She picks her phone from the bed and swipes to the camera feature.

“Okay kitten,” she said. “Touch yourself for Unnie.”

You silently slipped your hand in between your legs. You let out a deep sigh as your fingers slid against your clit. Your legs were spread, and your knees were up in the air, your feet propping them up. You moaned as your fingers begun to rub in fast circles against your clit. Chaelin smiled at the sight. She walked around you, trying to find a good angle.

“Open your legs a little kitten. I wanna see everything.” You nodded your head, moaning out a ‘yes unnie’ as you spread your knees apart. Chaelin smiled and snapped pictures, admiring her work. Your boobs were exposed and perky on your chest, and your hand was clearly in your pussy as your legs granted more access to look. “So beautiful kitten. You’re so beautiful and you listen so well.”

“Thank you Unnie,”

“Let’s do two more for oppa okay,” she said. You nod your head, but your mind is too absorbed in your hand. You continue to rub your clit with your thumb, your middle and pointer finger pumping inside of you. “Kitten, if you don’t pay attention you’ll get punished.”

Your hand slowed down its movements but never stopped. You stared up at her wide eyed. She smirked down at you. “Next thing kitten, hands, and knees. I want your ass facing me.”

Reluctantly you moved your hand, your juices coating your fingers. You insert them in your mouth, making eye contact with Chaelin as you slowly turn onto your stomach. She raises her eyebrow at you. As you’re fully turned around you feel a harsh smack on your ass. You let out a little noise, not prepared for the hand or the nails that came in contact with your flesh. You hear her chuckle behind you.

“Kitten, remember what I said about punishments,” she said, her voice condescending and very hot. You propped up your knees, and spread your legs apart, groaning at the feel of air hitting your pussy. You lifted yourself onto your elbows, letting your ass perk up so your unnie could take her pictures. You heard her snap a few pictures, and you felt your arousal drip down your folds and onto the inside of your leg. You needed something, anything to help the sexual frustration. It was as if Chaelin had heard your silent wishes because you felt a finger be inserted into you. You moaned loudly, arching your back causing your ass to move towards her. She pulled out her fingers slowly then pushed back in at the same speed. It was torture, and you needed more.

“Unnie, please,” you whined. Chaelin smirked behind you, enjoying the sight of her finger fucking you. She held her phone up in her other hand, filming her masterpiece in front of her.

“Are my fingers not good enough for you baby girl? Do you need more?”

“Yes, god yes please,” you moaned as she curled her fingers. Her pace started to increase, confidence taking over her as you begged for more. She watched as your pussy started to drip more, slowly leaking out of your hole and down your legs.

“Baby girl, would Daddy let you beg for his cock?”

“No,” you replied breathlessly.

“What would he does he make you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy, for your big cock.” Chaelin smiles at your words and pushes her fingers into you faster and harder. You moan loudly, pushing your ass back towards her for more. Your juices continue to flow down your legs as she continues to fuck you. Chaelin stops her recording as she feels your walls tighten around her fingers. She slowly pulls her fingers out, letting you whine and squirm all you want.

“Remember kitten, I’d gladly give a punishment if you need one,” she said. You felt her leave behind you, off doing something else. You groaned, feeling your juices drip down the inside of your legs. You let your shoulders lay on the bed, your face in the comforter of the bed. Your hand slowly slips itself down your body and onto your clit, you silently groan in relief at the contact.

Ji Yong looked down at his phone. The bulge was clear in his pants, and Mr. Yang’s secretary was taking notice. She eyed his pants and his legs, then locking eyes with him. Ji Yong blushed wildly out of embarrassment. The secretary winked at him, biting her lip in the process. His face contorted in disgust and he looked back down at his phone, avoiding any confrontation with her again. He opened up Chaelin’s messages, anxious for what she sent to him.

CL: So much fun without you

CL: sent an image

CL: sent a video

Ji Yong’s eyes widen at the first picture. Your back arched. Your eyes closed shut. Your mouth open, he could practically hear your moans. Your breasts were on full display, each resting on your chest. Your legs were spread open, and your hand was in between your thighs. He felt his dick twitch once more. God, he hated feeling left out, but this goddamn meeting.

The next picture had Ji Yong almost drooling. Your pussy on full display for him. You were dripping too, he could see wet lines of your arousal that escaped your folds and dragged down the inside of your thigh. You weren’t even touching yourself and he was just as turned on. Seungri, kicked his foot from under the table, making Ji Yong look up at him. Seungri gave him a questioning look, only for Ji Yong to silently nod his head. Ji Yong looked at Yang looking like he was paying attention, nodding his head here and there. His mind was on your ass though, how it looked on the second picture, and your tits in the first picture.

Silently he slipped on earbuds, putting one in his ear and the leaving the other one. He plugged the cord into his phone and clicked on the video. His eyes widen as he heard a long drawn out moan. He quickly looked down at his phone, quickly checking to make sure the volume wasn’t too loud for Yang or the boys to hear. His eyes widen at the sight of Chaelin’s fingers in your pussy, slowly pulling them out and pushing them back in.

“Unnie please.” Your voice echoed in his head. He almost moaned at the sound. You sounded so needy, so submissive and he loved it.

“Are my fingers not good enough for you baby girl? Do you need more?” He felt a shiver go down his spine at Chaelin’s voice. So dominate, especially during sex. Although she has her cute and cuddly moments, during sex she was in charge.

“Ji Yong, are you even paying attention?” Ji Yong’s head snapped up. Yang was staring him down. He nodded his head and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? I was just listening to a few beats seeing which one matched the tone of this year's concept.” Yang nodded his head. Seungri eyed him suspiciously. It only took a small wave of Ji Yong’s hand, and Seungri was back to focusing on the meeting.

“Thank you, Daddy, for your big cock.” His eyes go wide in the middle of the meeting and he quickly looks at his phone. Chaelin continues to push her finger in you as you continue to moan. Ji Yong could tell you’re about to come. He could see the way your pussy takes in Chaelin’s fingers, but the video ends there. He looks up check to see if it’s good to text her back.

GD: Lee Chaelin, I am in the middle of a meeting. I am still older than you and can whip your ass if I so damn please.

Chaelin smirked at his remark. She knows that he can be dominant but never with her. Ji Yong was always dominant for you. For Chaelin he was submissive. He was always so confident on stage and Chaelin loved bringing his facade down for you and her.

CL: Baby boy, are you disobeying me?

She turned around as she heard you moan. She looked at you in surprise watching as you finger yourself. She frowns at you, watching you work yourself as she stalks over you. She grabbed a pair of handcuff, holding it behind her as she struts towards you. “I warned you baby girl. I told you if you were bad I would punish you.”

You open your eyes, your face still down into the comforter. Your hands slipped out of you and away from your still aching pussy. You moved your head, looking at her with wide eyes. She smirked. “Oh, now you don’t want to be punished. This could've been avoided you know.”

“I’m sorry Unnie. I just need to cum,” you said breathlessly.

“I would’ve made you baby girl,” Chaelin says. One of her hands comes up to your arm. She lightly rubs your arm, relaxing your muscles as her smooth skin caressed your body. She smirks as her hand grabs yours fiercely, trapping it behind your back and cuffing it. You gasp as she grabs the other hand and locks it with the other hand. “That’s not how you ask though. I don’t know if you deserve it either. You know I told you to follow directions and touching yourself wasn’t one of them.”

‘I’m sorry Unnie,” you whimper. She chuckles darkly. You yelp as her hand comes down hard on your ass.

“Oh baby girl, you will be,” she threatened. She left you there, walking away towards the closet. She smirked as she heard you moan. She pulled out the small trunk in the closet, opening it up with ease. She smirked down at all the toys ready for her to use. You waited, your heart beating anxiously for Chaelin to punish you. God, they were torture, but it felt so good. You felt her hand lightly touch your back, lightly tracing your spine as she walked up to your head.

“Open your mouth kitten.” You wordlessly open your mouth, ready to obey your girlfriend. You stared up at her as she slipped a ball gag into your mouth. You let her put the red ball with little holes in your mouth, and let her fasten the gag behind your head. You rested your mouth on the hard plastic ball, trying to get used to the uncomfortable object in your mouth. Chaelin rubbed her finger against your bottom lip, letting her nail lightly drag against your skin. She held up a thick black silk scarf, smiling down at you. She wrapped it around your head, securely tying it and adjusting the scarf so it blocks your sight.

“The things I’m gonna do to your pussy kitten,” you heard Chaelin say. Her voice becomes quieter as she walks away. You feel the pads of her fingers brush across your side as she walks away. Her nails lightly scrape cross your skin, not enough to leave any damage, but enough to cause goosebumps to appear on your skin. As she got to your ass she smacked your flesh, leaving a red hand print you couldn't see.

You felt her leave your side. Chaelin left you there anxiously, waiting for what she had planned as your punishment. Chaelin smirked at your figure. She retreated towards the trunk and looked at her selection. She smiled as she pulled out a perfectly pink vibrator, your favorite. It was the perfect length for you, as well as the perfect width. She pulled out the remote for it as well, the small hand held device seems to be perfect for the plan that she had in mind.

She walked back to the bed, standing right in front of your still dripping pussy. She smirked as she dragged the tip of the vibrator down your pussy to your clit. The head collected your juices as she dragged it back up to your hole. Using your juices as lubricant she pushed the vibrator into you. You moaned and squirmed as she pushed until she couldn't push it in anymore. Part of the pink vibrator stocked out, adding more to the sight of your wet pussy.

She smirked as she watched you wiggle your hips, trying to move the vibrator the way you need it to go. Chaelin smiled as she held the remote, turning it to a low setting. You gasped at the surprised but then moaned as the small amount of movement. You stocked your ass out further, Chaelin noticed this and smirked. She went up to your mouth, releasing the gag from your mouth.

“Remember what the safe word is, kitten?” She asked. You moaned and nodded your head into the sheets.

“Yes Unnie, it’s purple,” you responded breathlessly. You felt her hands rub the skin of your ass lightly. You yelped as her hand came in contact with your skin, hard. “And three kicks when I’m gagged.”

“That’s my good baby girl,” she praised, going back to the remote. You groaned as she turned off the vibration. “Remember what you need to say to me when you wanna cum?”

“Unnie please let me cum, I'm a nasty little girl who needs you to make me cum,” you recited. You jumped as she smacked your ass again. She praised you once again, fastening the gag around your mouth once again. “That's right baby girl. I'm so proud of you. Sadly, that won't stop your punishment.”

You moaned as she turned the vibrator on again. The setting was a bit higher, but not by much. You felt your ass sting again. You knew she wasn't spanking you, there was no harsh sting and burn that faded in seconds. Instead, a long and hard sting radiated from your backside. You gasped loudly as you felt the vibrator go to a higher setting. You moaned at the combination of pleasure and pain, feeling a tight knot of need build up in your lower stomach again.

“Oh baby girl you look so beautiful right now,” Chaelin said, admiring her view from afar. She smirked at the words she branded on your ass with her nails. The words ‘FUCK ME’ were scratched onto the flesh of your ass. She smacked your ass hard, causing a high pitched yelp to leave your mouth. “Oppa would love this.”

Chaelin left your backside and quickly rushed to grab her phone not wanting to miss a second of her masterpiece. She saw GD’s messages on the lock screen as she unlocked her phone.

GD: Please Mam, please wait until I get there.

GD: I’ll be a good boy and do whatever you want willingly.

GD: Chaelin please

She smirked as she readied the camera as well as your ass. She put the vibrator on the highest setting, smiling as you moaned and squirmed once again. She turned the flash one and aimed the camera. “Hold still kitten, and I'll reward you,” she said before taking her picture and sending it to Ji Yong.

CL: sent an image

Ji Yong looked around. His meeting had finished leaving him to awkwardly leave the room with a boner that was painfully prominent in his pants. He unlocked his phone as he stepped into the empty elevator. He opened the photo and his eyes went wide. The room was dark, barely lit, but he could clearly see the bright red words scratched into your ass and the red handprint and the thing that makes it perfect, the pink dildo still in you.

“Jesus Christ,” Ji Yong muttered. He knew it was a favorite of yours, one that Chaelin loved to use. He quickly typed his response before leaving the elevator.

GD: I’m on my way home and I'm fucking one of you when I get there

Chaelin smirked at his response and set her phone down. She walked away from a squirming you and heading into the bathroom. She grabbed some healing ointment and some relaxing oils, setting them on the dresser, ready for your aftercare. She smirked as she went back to you. Watching you squirm and strive with need made Chaelin feel the need to feel something as well. She delicately touched your skin, right about your clit. She lightly teased you, loving the sound of you whining and moaning.

“You deserve a treat kitten, you handled this punishment really well.” You felt relief wash through you. You needed to cum. The buildup of pressure was becoming too much and you needed to feel some release and soon. “We’re gonna need to change your position though kitten. So when I uncuff you, you’re gonna turn around and lay on your back. Understand?”

Your response was heavily muffled due to the ball gag. She came up and untied the knot in the back of your head, letting the ball gag drop out of your mouth. She set it by the bed, letting it rest on the nightstand. You felt her hands travel to your wrists, undoing the cuffs. You did as she said, first letting your arms rest at your sides then rolling over so you laid on your back. You felt your shoulders relax, the tension from the old position quickly leaving your body. Chaelin cuffed your hands together once again, quickly kissing your wrist before she sealed it in the cold metal.

You groaned as the vibrator turned off, all relief from the vibrations gone away. You felt lips being pressed against yours, and you responded immediately. You opened your mouth to her tongue, willingly letting her dominate your mouth. You felt the silk leave your eyes and her hand slipping into your hair. She pulled away from your kiss and you opened your eyes. She took your hands in hers and tied the cuffs up to the headboard, restricting movement even further. “For your reward, you get to have a taste.”

“Are you gonna sit on my face?” You asked. A wicked smirk formed on Chaelin’s face. You watched as she stripped in front of you. Pulling off and discarding her shirt, followed by her shorts. She stood in front of you, standing proudly in her bra and panties. Her boobs look heavenly in the push-up bra she wore and her panties were soaked. You watched as she slipped her underwear off, bending over and giving you the full view of her cleavage. She smirked as your gaze continues to watch her boobs as she stands up. She discards her bra, letting her breasts bounce as the push-up bra she wore left her body. With one hand she grabbed the pink remote, with the other, she grouped her naked breast, massaging and teasing her nipples.

She straddles your head, her legs resting outside of your arms. She lowers herself down to your face. Her folds are so close to your face. You stuck out your tongue and dragged it from her entrance to her clit. You tugged against the restraints. You wanted to touch her clit to stimulate her to push her over the edge. You continued to lick her folds, taking in her sweet and salty taste. You hummed, vibrating your tongue as you licked her once again. A drawn out moan left her lips and pride filled your chest. You continued to lick up her folds, your nose pressing against her clit as she rode your face.

You gasped as you felt the vibrator turn on into the highest setting. You moaned into Chaelin’s pussy as she continued to rock her hips against your face. You stuck your tongue out once again, licking her juices that now streamed down your cheeks. Chaelin groped her breasts as she continued to grind against your face. She was close, the knot in her stomach finally ready to become undone.

“Fuck, kitten you’re doing so well.” Her praise made your chest swell up with pride. You moaned loudly as the vibrator continued to tighten the tension in your stomach. “Oh fuck, kitten fuck.”

Chaelin felt the knot in her stomach tighten one more time before she let go. She moaned loudly as she came, letting her orgasm shake her to her core. You continued to lap up the now mercilessly flowing juices. Your face and lips were stained with the taste of her pussy and you loved it. You tugged at the restraints one more time.

“Oh fuck baby girl,” Chaelin said breathlessly. You continued to lick her clit, fully knowing how sensitive she is. She groans as you continue to lick. You groan as she slowly gets up, leaving you and your wet face. You smirk as you watch her waddle towards the dresser, her legs still too weak. You groan as the vibrator continues to push you towards the edge, so close to cumming, but not close enough.

Chaelin know’s what you need, and she knows what she wants. Fortunately for both of you, they’re very similar to each other. You need to cum, the loud mewls you let out making it very obvious how desperate you are. Chaelin wants to be the first person that makes you cum today. Fully know that with Ji Yong on his way, her window of opportunity was closing.

Chaelin quickly went into the chest full of toys. She grabbed her favorite strap on cock and quickly fastened it on her. She walked back into the room, loving the sight of her girlfriend mewling and twisting with need. Chaelin grabbed the bright pink remote and shut off your toy. You groaned loudly and looked at her.

“Unnie, please,” you pleaded. “I need to cum.”

Your eyes widen as you look and see her favorite strap-on-dildo attached to her hips. The dildo was thick and long, something that will surely stretch you out. It was black and had a more than prominent head. Chaelin smirked as you lost your words. She walked over to your legs and separated them, making sure they rested on either side of her hips. She slowly pulled out the pink vibrator, watching as your fluids seeped out as well.

“I know you need to cum,” she said. She dragged the head of the pink vibrator up and down your folds. She made sure she made eye contact as she pushed the vibrator passed her lips. She sucked all the juices off. She smirked as she watched you get wetter. She placed the vibrator to the side and now focused on lubricating her cock with your fluids. She dragged the head of her cock up to your clit then to your entrance, lightly pushing it in. She got about an inch past the head before she pulled out again and went back to your clit.

You cried out in annoyance and frustration as she repeated this process for the fifth time. Chaelin smirked as your pussy became bright red. “Tell me baby girl, what do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me Unnie please,” you pleaded. Chaelin smirked, an idea playing in her mind. She grabbed a pillow and placed it right under your lower back.

“Anything for you baby girl.” She inserted her cock into you, making you thrive at the feeling of being full again. She pushed her cock into she was all the way in you. You moaned as she hit the perfect spot. She pulled out slowly letting you mewl out. You whined in distress as she continued to fuck you slowly.

“Harder Unnie harder, please,” you pleaded. She continued to push her cock into you slowly, letting you whine and beg for her to fuck you hard. “Unnie please fuck me hard.”

That set her off, her grip on your hips adjusted quickly, and you felt her pull you onto her cock hard. Your arms were stretched up, although the silk was quite giving and let you tug on the fabric. You moaned loudly as she rammed her fake cock into you, her grip on your hips was bruising, but you couldn’t care less.

“Yes, yes Unnie!” You yelled out. “Thank you.”

“Who’s making you feel this way?” She asked. She watched as you boobs bounced, your nipples going around in little circles as she continued to pound into you.

“You Unnie you,”

“That’s right baby girl, and who else can make you feel this way?”

“Nobody. Just you and Daddy.” Chaelin smiled as she continued to fuck you hard. You moaned as she continued to hit the right spot in you. You gasped as you felt a harsh smack on your breast. You look and see Chaelin with her hand in the air. She grabs your tit and gropes it, twisting your nipple in her fingers. “Shit, Chaelin, I’m close.”

“What do you say baby girl?”

“Unnie, please let me cum. I’m a nasty little girl who needs to cum.” She smirked as you recited your words. She continued to pound into you, but this time with more force. Her hands went back to your hip, continuing to push and pull you down into her as her hips snapped up to meet you.

“I don’t know if you deserve it,” she taunts. You whine at her response. “You don’t deserve the pleasure of cumming that nasty little girls get. You’re too dirty for that.”

Her words turned you on like crazy, but it wasn’t helping your high. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten even more. You were gonna burst and it was gonna happen soon. You looked up at Chaelin, your eyes pleading to her. She leaned forward, she brought your legs with her, stretching them so that they pushed up as she continued to fuck you. You moaned loudly at the new position and you knew you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Go ahead, my little whore. You can cum all over my cock.” You instantly let go, letting your orgasm take over. You moaned loudly shaking as you felt pleasure beyond belief. Chaelin continued to fuck you, letting you ride out your high on her fake dick. She slowly came to a stop, pulling out as soon as she was sure that you were done with your high. She took off her strap, placing the strap and the vibrator aside so she could tend to your needs.

“That’s my amazing baby girl,” she praised. You felt the restraints on your hands and arms let go, letting your arms collapse and rest on the bed. She giggled lightly as she saw the dazed look on your face. She kissed your forehead, then your nose, then both cheeks finally giving you a soft kiss on your lips.

“Rest up my love, you’ll need it for when Ji Yong comes home.”

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Ji Yong rushed through the front door, throwing off his shoes and continued to walk straight to the bedroom, dismissing the brightly light kitchen. He opened the door quickly, eyes widening as he sees you lying naked. He feels his pants get tighter and he groans. “Baby girl you awake?”

“Mmhmm,” you groan, confirming his suspicions. He steps closer to you, noticing the wet stain on the bed. Your legs were spread open, and you're still hazy condition helped him put two and two together.

“Did Chaelin Unnie make you cum princess?” He asked. You nodded your head, your eyes still closed. He smirks devilishly. His hand comes up to your center and he strokes your folds with his middle and ring finger. You mewl and shift uncomfortably, still sensitive from your high that ended only minutes ago. “You’re still so sensitive.”

“Oppa please,” you pleaded. You yelped as he smacked your wet pussy. Your legs want to close, but Ji Yong held down your leg. You looked down at him, meeting your tired eyes with his fierce ones.

“Excuse me, princess?”

“I’m sorry Daddy,” you apologized. He smiled as he lightly rubbed your still sensitive folds. He came up to kiss you, his hand still on your folds. He kissed you passionately, showing all the need he had. He smirked as he tasted something other than you on your lips. He smirked as he pulled away, lightly kissing your nose.

“Did you face fuck your Unnie?” He asked, a mischievous smile on his face. You nodded, a small smile on your face. You hissed as his fingers continue to rub circles against your folds. Ji Yong watches your face as he continues to mess around with your pussy. “I’ve been missing out. Unnie had to send me pictures and videos.”

You perk up at the mention of a video. You didn’t know she took a video. Ji Yong noticed your surprise as he had said those words. “Yes baby girl, she sent a video,” Ji Yong said. His hand continued to rub circles through your fold, coating his fingers in your juices. You were still sensitive but the feeling of his fingers had a lesser effect on you than it did a few minutes ago. You gasped as she slowly inserted two fingers, easily entering you. “She was doing this in the video.”

You moaned loudly. It hurt, you were still sensitive and he knew it. You groaned in pain and pleasure as he continued to finger fuck you. You felt the knot tighten in your stomach once again. You were a bit scared, fully knowing the pain that’ll come with the pleasure of releasing. Ji Yong continued to fuck you, pushing you closer to the edge. You moaned loudly, the pleasure being a bit too much. Your body started to quiver, thrashing a bit as you squirmed. Ji Yong held you down, determined to make you cum.

“Come on baby girl. You know you want to,” Ji Yong said, his voice was quiet, but you heard him clearly.

“Daddy, please let me cum please,” you pleaded, knowing he’d postpone it if you didn’t ask.

“You can cum on my fingers baby girl.” You moaned loudly letting go. Good God did it hurt like a bitch. Your face contorted in pain and pleasure as your high washed over you. Ji Yong continued to pump his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm. He slowly stopped as you began to take deep breaths. He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.

“You taste so good baby girl,” he said. He watched you as you didn’t respond. He begun to worry, scared that maybe you forgot to say the safe word or if something went wrong.

“(Y/N), you okay?” He asked, leaning towards you. His hands found your arms, rubbing light circles on them. You nodded your head, your mind in a dreamy state.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, confirming that you weren’t dying. Relief flooded Ji Yong and he smiled.

“Worn out?” He asked, his voice soft. You loved it. You gave a tired smile and nodded your head. He chuckled, enjoying the sight of his worn out girlfriend.

“Did Unnie fuck you hard?” He asked. You nodded your head, a smile on your face once again. Ji Yong gave you a soft smile, his face softening into concern. “Do you need a break before I fuck you?”

“A little one please Daddy,” you asked tiredly. He smiled at you and nodded his head.

“Of course kitten, anything for you,” he said softly making you smile. He got off the bed and begun to strip. His clothing being discarded easily and messily. Ji Yong’s head turned as he heard the door open. Chaelin stepped in a frozen carton of ice cream in her hand. She smirked at the naked boy, walking past him and towards the bathroom connected to the bedroom.

“How’s she doing?” Chaelin asks.

“What did you do to her? She needed a break before we start.” Ji Yong states, amazed at how tired you look. Chaelin smirked as she turned around to face him. She stood in the door frame, leaning against the wall slyly.

“I fucked her with my big black lady cock. You know, the one that goes in deep and stretches her wide. I fucked her slowly at first, letting her build her orgasm before going in hard and fast. But before I fucked her to the point of cumming so hard she shook, I gave her the punishment of branding her ass and spanking her, her favorite pink vibrator in her pussy so she would cry out in pleasure and pain because she touched herself when she wasn’t supposed to.”

Ji Yong ached at the thought of just watching Chae fuck you hard. Chaelin smirked at the man’s pain and turned around, closing the door after entering the bathroom. Ji Yong turned around and headed back to the bed. You laid there, almost sleeping. You let out a deep sigh as you felt a hand to cup your breast. You open your eyes and find Ji Yong hovering above you. He slowly puts his lips on yours, initiating a sensitive and lustful kiss. Your eyes shut, and your hand comes up to his hair, grabbing a fistful of his currently black locks. His tongue swept across your bottom lip, easily getting access to the inside of your mouth. The kiss was intense and as the pressure and the sensitivity of your pussy went away as the kiss left your mind in a hazy state.

“(Y/N), baby, I won’t be able to hold back too much today,” Ji Yong said softly. You nodded your head, still in a hazy trance from the kiss. You felt his hands cup your breast as he spoke. “What’s the safe word again?”

“Purple Daddy,” you answer. Ji Yong’s other hand caresses your face fondly. He smiles down at you, giving a light kiss to your nose.

“That’s my baby girl,” he praises. You sigh as you feel him descend down your body, getting up from the bed and walking towards the back. His hand skimmed your stomach, tracing light patterns as he went down. You watched him, eyes following his movements as he prepared to fuck you.

“Turn around baby girl, hands and knees for Daddy,” he said. You nodded your head, quick to obey him. You flipped over and raised yourself on your hands and knees. You knew with Ji Yong’s hard erection he wouldn’t wait long to fuck you, but he did want to have fun. You felt the tip of his dick play with your folds. Lightly pushing in, inserting the tip into you before pulling out and running it up and down your folds.

“Daddy is gonna make you scream baby girl,” he said right before pushing into you. His cock wasn’t an unfamiliar one, but god you needed to adjust to it first. Ji Yong didn’t care, his pace started hard but slow. Slowly pulling his dick out of you only to ram it in a second later. He quickly built up his pace, soon making the bed shake and thump as it hit the wall. You moaned loudly, calling out both Ji Yong’s name and nickname of ‘Daddy’. He loved it, the feeling of your tight walls finally wrapped around his cock.

“Shit, Ji Yong,” you moaned, tipping your head back. You gasped as Ji Yong took a fistfull of your hair and pulled you back. Your back arched as your head was pulled back, gasping at the sudden change and then moaning at Ji Yong’s new angle. He landed a few harsh smacks against your ass. Your pain fueled your pleasure and moaned as he continued to hit your flesh again.

“I bet your tits look hot right now,” Ji Yong said. You felt them move each time he thrusted in, your breasts moving like a pendulum. You felt the knot in your stomach form once again. Each thrust it got tighter and tighter. With each thrust Ji Yong was pushing you closer to the edge.

“Thank you, Daddy, for you big cock,” you recited, letting him know you wanted to cum. Ji Yong groaned, and started to pound into you harder.

“You may cum when you’re ready baby girl,” he said. He let go of your hair, your head instantly dropping and your back losing it’s arch. Ji Yong’s hand flew to your waists and focused on pushing you onto him every time he thrusted in. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to kick in, with you cumming as well. Ji Yong’s movements started to slow down, although he never stopped moving inside of you.

“Your juices feel so good on my cock baby,” his voice was low. “But I didn’t cum yet.”

You felt Ji Yong’s hand quickly fly to your wrist. In a swift motion, he pulled your body upright, gravity pushing you onto Ji Yong’s cock. You moaned loudly, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure that consumed you. Ji Yong held your body up and continued to pound his dick into you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, the pleasure becoming too overwhelming. Ji Yong groaned, grouping your one of your breasts as the other one continued to bounce with each thrust.

“Jesus baby girl, I’m close,” he grunted. You moaned loudly. You weren’t too far away from orgasming yourself. You were scared for this one though. You knew it was gonna be a big one and your body wasn’t exactly ready for it. You didn’t want it to stop though. You were so close to cumming, and it had been so long since Ji Yong touched you sexually.

“Ji,” you said breathlessly, your head resting against his shoulder. “I’m close. I’m so close.”

“Fuck I feel it baby,” he says. “You’re so tight.”

Your juices were soaking the bedsheets as well as the inside of both your thighs. Ji Yong slyly slid his hand down to your front and began to rub circles on your clit. You yelp at the added pressure and it a matter of seconds you cum hard for the third time that night. Ji Yong groans as he feels you cum on his dick, and he soon cums too. You moan quietly as he begins to slow down, his dick covered in your juices.

He pulls out fully and lowers you onto the bed. You moan as you feel both your juices and his cum leak out of your hole. Ji Yong stares at your wrecked body. He can still she the read words scratched on by Chaelin as well as the handprints made as he smacked your ass. He heard the door open and turned. He let out a deep chuckle as he saw Chaelin walk out of the bath room with a smirk.

“You were planning this weren’t you?” He asks, an amused expression on his face. He opens his arms, wanting to pull her into a hug. Chaelin walks into it, giving him a very brief kiss before hug him back.

“Not exactly,” she says. His arms wrap around her waist and he holds her, enjoying the small moment. “How was your meeting?”

“You’re horrible sometimes you know that?” Ji Yong says, a playful smile on his face. Chaelin just laughs and kisses his cheek. You groan, still exhausted from the hard fucking you just took, twice. They look over to you, fond smiles and tiny smirks on their faces.

“I set up a bath for her,” Chaelin said. She left his arms and went over to the bathroom door. Ji Yong nodded his head and went over to you. He lightly pushed you onto your back, ready to lift you bridal style. Your hair is all over your face as you turn, and the only audible sound you make are groans. Ji Yong can’t help but smile at your tired self and kiss your cheek before lifting you up. His leg’s slightly shake as he carries you. Chaelin laughs at the sight and Ji Yong sends her a glare.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you just waited,” he scolded. Chaelin rolled her eyes and waited for Ji Yong to enter the bathroom. Ji Yong stepped in and Chaelin closed the door behind him.

“Don’t lie baby boy, you liked it.” Ji Yong’s cheeks blushed at her words. He looked at the bathroom and smiled. A warm bubble bath was ready and on the counter was the carton of ice cream.

“Baby girl, you awake?” Ji Yong asked quietly. You groaned and nodded your head. Chaelin smiled and walked over to you. “Then open your eyes kitten.”

You slowly open your eyes and see Ji Yong and Chaelin’s faces looming over yours.You felt your cheeks heat up as you realize what had just happened to you. Ji Yong gives a wide gummy smile and Chaelin just chuckles. “I’m gonna set you down baby girl, we have a bubble bath for you.”

“You did such a good job today,” Chaelin said. You smiled as you felt Ji Yong lower you. As your feet hit the ground your legs began to shake. Ji Yong quickly wrapped an arm around your waist, helping you support your weight. You smile at him and kiss his cheek as he helps you into the bathtub. The warm water slightly burns as it hits your skin, only to quickly wash away leaving a warm feeling in its absence.

Ji Yong smiles at you, watching as your body slowly lowers into the water and bubbles. He himself joins you, slowly letting the water wash over him as he sits down in the large tub. You then look at Chaelin. “Unnie, aren’t you coming?”

She smiled as she took off her shirt. She stood in front of you both, braless with underwear hugging her beautiful hips and showing off her thick thighs. She stripped her underwear off of her body and grabbed the ice cream before getting in. She sat next to you on your right, as Ji Yong held you on your left. Chaelin popped open the lid and reached over to the side of the tub, grabbing a spoon.

“Open (Y/N),” she said sweetly. You did as you were told and opened your mouth, letting her spoon feed you ice cream. The warm water with the cold food felt perfect. The water relaxed all your tense muscles while the ice cream soothed your overheated insides. You heard Ji Yong whine and you turned to face him. He had a small pout on his lips.

“What’s wrong oppa?” you ask. Ji Yong notices the small smudge of ice cream staining the side of your lip. Without warning he goes in and kisses your on the spot, effectively removing the ice cream.

“I want ice cream too,” he said. You look to Chaelin, who had the spoon in her mouth, eyes wide as she looked at you. She pulled the spoon out of her mouth, the ice cream that was once in there all gone.

“I only got one spoon,” she said. You rolled your eyes at her.

“Unnie, both of you just shared my body as your own personal sex toy. We can share a damn spoon.” She handed the carton of ice cream and the spoon over to you. You smiled and kissed her lips, the creamy dessert making the kiss ten times sweeter. You pull away and dig out a spoonful of ice cream for Ji Yong. His mouth was readily open and you giggled as you slid the spoon into his mouth. You three spent the night taking turns, making sure everybody got ice cream.

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1st I have to say this b4 I repeat the post from fb. This is a place where I can speak my mind freely without judgement, speak my peace even. Which is exactly what im gonna do so prepare for a read. So think what u want idc, but the last thing I wanna do is tick some1 I know off cause on some level there's a mutual appreciation & respect regardless of my impression. And anyone that reads this isn't obligated to understand my opinion & I dont expect u to. With my brain its my thought process to let information out of my head so I can put things aside, observe & absorb more lol. Writing is another tool or coping mechanism for my anxieties & other psych ailments, treatment for my mental health depends on it & other hobbies in other words, especially during shutdown, something to focus on. Heck even youtube is recommended by my doctor if it keeps me happy lol. But because ill be working again, I may not have time to do alot of things I like sadly..idk i just wouldnt want to be burnt out & focus on more important things. I have a high respect for anyone working around people during this time & it must worrisome for u too, means I have to keep on my toes as well soon..its a scary world out there for an introvert but I was killin it in NY too. It was just a slow steady process with all the limitations & moving my life up there wasn't easy to begin with but I pulled through & did it all...only for it to be taken away.

So, I'm an Irish, German, Canadian,British Mut from tucson. Maternal & paternal immidiate families lineage mixed made me, including my NY blood from my bio dad. The rest is all over Europe but u get the idea. Tucson may be where i was born & my 1st home without a father & raised not knowing (were mardi gras babies btw 😒)

But NY is & will forever be my 2nd home i dont care what any1 says, I felt I belonged there. Its the other half of me quite literally.Theres a memory that's really been bugging me. Last day b4 i left it, a bald eagle flew across my path in the sky no joke going NE & I was departing back to the SW. I chose the eagle years ago cause I identify with it. including the background symbolism in different phases of my life that included them lol, but to actually see one was just amazing.

They symbolize strength+freedom in general despite it standing for the country from sea to shining sea lol. Also Braviary was always in my pokemon team besides pikachu since its gen came out lol. I've always been strong, whether some believe it to be true or not is their problem, only I know the things I've gone through. Point is different ends of the spectrum its always been with me throughout in some way & im glad i got to share it with someone that gave me the freedom I needed.

But yea I experienced what its like to be there & got to know that part of me even if I didn't find him & maybe didnt care...I feel I was meant to be there. I was in touch with my roots, lower Temps & above sea level rather than high temps & below sea level 🤣 I loved everything about my time up there. It'll always be a part of me, & I hope to see it again. But I digress.

But in regards to the relationship itself, emphasizing on what i said b4. Just as it i got "settled" in it was gone & I had no clue what was happening without my knowledge, the whole plan to bring me back, all of it, the whole chain of events that unfolded the way it did starting with leaving a marriage in the 1st place to be with him i mean come on lol. Chasing a dream that didn't play out the way we had hoped. I took leap of faith & I ended up starting over twice in 1 year with no benefit of the doubt. I still have my ny health insurance for the rest of the yr, I have to add it to my list to apply again in az. Ive been wearing the wrong prescription glasses for 6 months under quarantine & they're just now getting to stage 4 of opening lol. Just understand how frustrating that actually is for someone like me & u totally get it 😅 U want to take care of business but sometimes you're limited & gotta work around it. had all that covered there & then was told I settled, wrong thing to say & its no wonder I didn't blow up in his face right there & then 😒. But I have retraint & can control myself. Though it was out of my hands the new relationship didn't have to go sour, been just as long if not more, could've actually thrived given the proper balance with room to grow. Idk, Sometimes I honestly don't think anyone believed in me. I mean I have no debt, no record, no kids, im a clean slate type of girl lol. Yes I did end up feeling unappreciated, underestimated, a bit neglected, insecure about my body, ashamed for being myself, & I shouldn't have to feel that way at all & if that happens there obviously something off. I just didnt know what it is he wanted & needed, i wanted to help & be a good partner to this dude but why is it bad to ask the same in return? I shouldn't have to drastically change myself to fit someones standard i know, but...i needed the old him back, I missed the old us & wanted to get back to that.. Was always so closed off & probably ended up in his own head who knows, maybe there was guilt for some of the things he did & didnt want to hurt me anymore, spare my feelings any more than it did b4 it was too late.idk whatever the excuse i still don't know what triggered it all to fail so easily & i don't think i ever will. But ending up with the conclusion that I was the problem, its narcissistic to even believe that & i won't accept it. Not when he can't confront his own issuse & put blame onto himself too.. it was a low blow & literally felt like my heart was pierced at the sound of it. If im to blame its the other way around as well. My point of view wasn't acknowledged so this is my take & experiences of happened so plz dont hate me for speaking my truth.

But yea I can tell when somethings not right & feel strong empathy for others emotions. I knew something was different, there were signs everywhere since the mistrust started & during the last half of that time with him I questioned everything but sat in my own headspace as well as he did just thinking about it. If anything we failed eachother, the blame is on us both but idk what else i could've done to get through to him. That's the stubbornness, he wouldn't budge. Despite how things went down..Leaves me to think, what was the point of having me there in the 1st place, to not follow through with our shared hopes & dreams but instead spiral into such resentment for me that the interest faded. But at the at the same time...even if it ended early for him, I didn't give up & I fought to keep us okay which it was for the most part. Hindsight is 20/20, it definitely wasn't negative all the time. In fact things were great between us & acted like goofballs together, that right there is a friend despite if the stronger feelings weren't mutual. Nobody with hate in their heart acts like that, he was good, the best, cheered me up when I was down, shared interests & did things for eachother. But that alone makes me question what was truth & what was fiction sometimes ever since the trust between us started to fade. Am I in the right to feel what im feeling right now? Im angry & upset yes very, but the kindness he had throughout..he did care in his own way...which makes things so much harder.

Tripadoodle if some way you're listening, I hope u know now where im coming from. For your own benefit & quest to be a better man like you always wanted...actually try. Head my advice. Making yourself better shouldn't be put on a womans shoulders to do for u without her getting lifted in return...its alot of weight to handle for 1 person to carry lol. Get off your ass & build on yourself, learn from everything that happened & become better for yourself & the sake of others, Because it starts with u. Go to church if possible or watch them, it really does help. Even from across the country I still want u to do just as good & help u as a friend. You promised we could remain friends & im holding my end of the bargain whether u like it or not lol it was your idea during the ride here. All I wanted in the end was to not lose u in my life completely...but i should be patient i know.. Theres more space, im not contacting u directly & respecting that, eventually ill stfu lol but I feel I need this rn. I should hate u,but I cant hate u, I do still care, u had that affect on me so much that I can't really listen to others when they say ur a douchbag lol, u were still my rock the whole time even if u didn't feel the same after a while & u did help me alot as well. I see the good in people & u are good, with well balanced snarkiness & humorous sass to boot. light a fire under ur own ass & ull be okay lol. Never stopped believing in u. Ive seen what you can do, you're very smart & know your sh*t, u will go far lol. And as a friend I'd lend u my strength if I could but the most I can do is pray for things like safety/protection, healing, forgiveness, guidance, etc. Leave it to God if u feel compelled to. Give zanabell a hug for me.

God i talk way too much 😅 No im not doing any of this for attention, I want my voice to be heard as well as a possible learning experience if it had that effect on anyone. The things we learn build character & help us understand a little more about ourselves. Probably shouldn't share cuz its nobody's business, yea ive thought of that too.. But its a blog lol, Tumblr allowed it to be that space, opinions and rants are allowed & encouraged. Nothing wrong with that 🤷‍♀️ so who gives a crap.

These are pictures of the NY sunrise & AZ sunset. Clouds always get me cuz of the shapes, used to to take pics of them all the time. once saw mario holding a hammer when I was a kid 😂 3rd & 4th pic is a split rainbow, never seen that b4...either someone found the gold or its deciding whether or not to connect. Probably was connected but I missed it lol. But then I looked behind me after the split 1 disappeared & a double rainbow was forming. Nature can be scary but also beautiful

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By Stacey Grice

Publication Date: June 21, 2018 Genre: Contemporary Romance

Synopsis:

Dr. Andie Fine lives, eats, and breathes her job as a trauma surgeon. Another day, another surgery, another life saved. That is, until the night a certain car accident victim lands on her operating room table. The strange connection she feels with this particular patient impacts her in every way.

Vaughn Bennett is a brilliant artist whose life has been defined by a specific pair of eyes for over twenty-years. The only piece of a girl he could remember from an experience he could never forget. Countless sketches and thousands of hours trying to capture her likeness have haunted him. Waking up from a coma in a hospital room is not how he thought he’d finally find her. With one look, he knew.

Andie is a career-focused, medical professional. Falling for a patient is out of the question, but Vaughn is determined to win her over. He elicits something in her that she’s never realized she was missing. No matter how hard she tries to fight it, he won’t stop until she’s his.

Until fate has a way of complicating things.

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Prologue Vaughn 1995

It’s got to be at least ninety five degrees out here, I thought as the beads of sweat across my forehead started to become full enough to drip down my face. My mind raced as I walked home from school. Two miles or so in the hottest time of day was a small price to pay.

Ms. Hattie’s not going to be happy when Mr. Leake calls to tell her I was missing from his fifth period class. Screw him. He can call her if he wants. Whatever punishment she’ll dole out can’t possibly be as bad as dealing with Stephan and his punk friends.

They had been itching to pound my face in for days.

How was I supposed to know that bench in the courtyard was off limits?

When I was pushed in the hallway earlier, knocking my books out of my hands and scattering my folders and papers all over the halls for everyone to step on, I knew who had done it before even looking up. When the reflection of light gleaming off of the pocket knife peeking out caught my eye, I knew I was done for.

Of course they’d pick on me. I was the new kid and only in sixth grade. I hadn’t even been there for three weeks yet and already I’d found trouble.

I swear, I just can’t win.

I thought I’d finally gotten out of hell. I had known my previous foster parents were creepy. They never did anything but smack me, curse, yell, occasionally spit at me—the usual bullshit—but when I was taken away a few weeks ago and placed in Ms. Hattie’s care, I didn’t argue. I ended up overhearing that the husband had been caught “inappropriately touching” one of the girls or some such crap. What a slime ball. She was only like six years old.

Ms. Hattie seemed kind, and my new foster brother, though a little older than me, had been pretty cool so far. I should’ve told him about Stephan, but I didn’t want him to think I was a wuss. I should’ve just let the idiot cheat off my paper.

In woodshop the previous week, I’d noticed him trying to look over at my quiz paper for answers and quickly covered my sheet, shielding it from his view. After later learning that it was his second year in eighth grade after not passing the year before, I regretted trying him like that. He was bigger than me with a nasty face that always looked like he was gritting his teeth. Now he’d found a new weakling to pick on. A few days later, I got pushed and cussed at for talking to a cute cheerleader named Molly in my gym class. I learned I wasn’t allowed to talk to her when all three of them cornered me in the boy’s bathroom and threw my backpack into the urinal after one of them pissed in it.

Maybe I need to show him I’m not a pushover. Maybe I need to knock his ass out and prove I’m not one to get messed with, prove I can hold my own.

No. I need to just bide my time. Stay safe and don’t rock the boat. I have a lot to figure out in this new school and this new house before making waves.

This is definitely a nicer neighborhood than my last one, I thought as I looked around, admiring the Leave-It-To-Beaver style, a stark contrast with just the month before when I had to walk home from the bus stop in the ghetto while making sure I didn’t give the wrong look to the dealers on the corner as I passed them. In Ms. Hattie’s neighborhood, everyone had a nice yard and a garage for two cars.

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I never even saw them, never heard a thing. One second I was looking forward and thanking my lucky stars for the pretty neighborhood then WHACK. It felt like a two-by-four had just been swung across my back. I fell to the ground, squirming and gasping to try to catch my breath, and a shadowed figure came into my vision, the glare from the sun up above making it impossible to see who it was. Then he spoke.

“I don’t know who you think you are, maggot, but you messed with the wrong guy.”

Stephan pulled me up off the ground by my shirt and spit in my face before the first punch struck my jaw. Almost immediately, I couldn’t see anything. Fists rained down onto my face, jaw, and nose, plowing into my stomach until I couldn’t stand up anymore. Then the kicks came, the voices of the two friends who followed him around like puppies taunting and egging him on in the background. I faintly heard laughing, felt more spit hit my cheek, and thought it was over, but then he topped it off with more pain by reaching down to grab my head with both of his hands and slamming it back down into the concrete.

Everything went black for a moment—I really didn’t know how long—and then I heard her. A girl was talking to me with a calm singsong voice, muddled and far away, but I could feel her touch like she was right there next to me.

“Don’t move anything. I saw them hitting you and they slammed your head down pretty hard,” she said with a breathy voice. I tried to get control of my breathing but couldn’t inhale without coughing, which made my head feel like it was going to explode.

“I called 911. They’re coming to help you. Do you live here? Close to here? What’s your name?” I could barely keep my eyes open anymore. Everything was fading in and out and the room was swirling, but I wasn’t in a room—I was outside. I couldn’t focus on anything.

“Look at me. Please try to open your eyes,” she pleaded.

I looked up and saw the prettiest girl I had ever seen hunched over me. Her wispy blonde hair was blowing around her face and her eyes were light…maybe some shade of blue, bluish with little specs of… I closed my eyes just for a second; the light was too bright.

“No, please keep your eyes open. You can’t pass out.”

I tried my hardest to keep them open, not wanting to disappoint her. She looked like a kid, maybe even younger than me. The harder I tried, the heavier my lids got, and things were fading to black again.

“Keep eye contact with me. Just keep looking right here,” she urged, bringing her face closer to mine. The sun was completely behind her head and I could see her better. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. “Keep eye contact.” She lightly touched the side of my head, her fingers slightly in my hair to keep me still. “Keep looking. Keep eye contact. They’re almost here. I can hear the sirens.”

Her breath smelled like chocolate chip cookies and her skin was like a porcelain doll. She had to be an angel, which meant I was dying. Those jerks had beaten me to death—actual death. I’m going to be in so much trouble.

“Keep eye contact. That’s good. Just keep looking right at me.” Ms. Hattie was going to kill me if they hadn’t already. The sirens were loud and growing louder the closer they got. I tried to focus on her face. I watched her lips moving. “Keep eye contact. Keep eye contact.” She kept saying it over and over, almost like she was trying to remind herself as much as me. Her eyes were mesmerizing, even with as much pain as I was in. I was staring up at her, maintaining eye contact just as she instructed, then suddenly she was gone. Where did she go?

I felt hands on me and heard male voices, grown-up voices, and then I heard her again. I couldn’t see her anymore but I could hear her.

“Three boys…hit him with a baseball bat…punched his face…kicked him over and over…ran away…bleeding…passed out…tried to keep him awake…I don’t know his name…”

It’s Vaughn.

My name is Vaughn.

I wanted to tell her. I wanted to know her name too, but the words wouldn’t come out. The men put a mask on my face, covering my mouth and nose, and rolled my body onto my right side, the sharp pain in my ribs igniting a fire in my chest. They rolled me back over onto some sort of board, and then they lifted me up and carried me away…away from her, away from my angel.

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Ola Americano... Turtle?: 2. Young Adults

Driving through the city with extravagantly tinted windows was never more relaxing. Normally, they would be on the lookout for police who would want to pull them over to give them a citation for the feature. Raphael was always first to volunteer to outrun them if they were ever given the chance, but since they have now been given a pass by the police as an undercover vehicle, that chance to engage in a Tokyo Drift faded away. At least they still get those funny looks from fellow drivers and pedestrians who either ogle or ridicule the fashion of their vehicle. If only they knew this meager van withheld its own defenses.

Donnie drove to the back of the TCRI building. The entire perimeter was surrounded by armed guards and yellow tape. Noticing the van, the policeman took no time but to accept their clearance and open up a spot for them to drive on through. The driver let down his window just an inch when he stopped before the building. His car shut off and a female officer ran up to the window. Quick words were exchanged until a quick nod. She grabbed her dispatch and soon the street lights of the block turned their environment black. Only for a few seconds did this occur until the van was emptied and its passengers safely inside the TCRI structure. The mutants were immediately greeted by an officer who was assigned to take them to the floor Chief Vincent was occupying. The teens walked hurriedly, but not enough to not catch a glimpse of their surroundings. Officers, detectives, you name it were swarming out there as they pried open drawers and analyzed possible evidence. The floor altogether was emptied, swept clean in hopes of finding secrets between the walls and floorboards. When coming upon the elevator, both the space and weight capacity could not hold all six of them. They learned that after the narrow space could barely hold a turtle and a lizard together. The officer guiding them looked flushed with embarrassment and suggested that they should take the elevator meant for their machines. The hydraulics of this more industrial elevator did the trick as the family was sent up without their guide to the 9th floor of the TCRI building. They waited patiently as they were whisked up. Trying to get something started, Michelangelo started an 8-beat rhythm but no one was interested in collaborating along with him, ending the potential show short much to the young turtle’s dismay. The elevator dinged and the large door opened up to them the desired room. Just like any other floor, it was flooded with more people than ordinary office items. By the large machines and some other recognizable pieces seen from Donatello’s little lab, this must have been their laboratory floor. To their right, a glass box had cracked walls from the inside. To the left, computers were being hacked into and opened up for further investigation.

“Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” Vincent’s voice caused for a change of direction of mutant heads. She stepped sharply with her assistant struggling to keep up with her. The mutant gang opened up to her as she approached them with a content expression. Although alright on the outside and having usual contact with the male mutants, the differences of the girls struck a hushed awe within herself.

“These are our sisters you remember. ‘Member?” Mikey spoke in a silly tone as he pulled his two sisters up to the chief. Yes, she remembered them but only as the boys have recalled. It was the first time she had officially met the two girls due to their absence in China.

“Of course, but not by blood, correct?”

“We're still a family.” Venus assured. Blood or not, they were a family and it would be best to pass that knowledge around to others who may want to challenge it. Thankfully, Vincent smiled, nodding while facing the floor.

“Of course. Chief Vincent of the New York Police Department.” She stook out a sharp hand for Mona to grab onto.

“Mona Lisa, kunoichi.” With such authority, Mona strived to match the same basic and affirmative tone as the chief held. After saying so, she felt more power through her throat.

“Kunoichi?”

“Female ninja.” The lizard lady added after remembering it is not a commonly known phrase in America. Vincent made an ‘O’ with her mouth, and then turn to Venus with her hand.

“Venus de Milo, kunoichi and magician.”

“A magician, so you like to create illusions?” As she asked, Vincent turned away and began to walk. The clan followed closely behind her for they knew she was ready to get down to business.

“Something like that.” The female terrapin almost whispered as they walked with the most mischievous look on her face.

“I'm glad all of you are here for I believe our team has found something you'll all want to see.”

“The place looks empty.” Raph commented as a team with baggies full of random items passed by. Most likely they were going to go to their forensic labs to find a clue through them.

“We're almost there. Ever since, we've swiped the entire building clean. Unfortunately, they seemed to have removed the latter of their possible experiments, plans, files, you name it. But, we have come across something quite interesting.” They came across a black desk with the surface swept clean. Vincent went behind it and sat in the chair. Bending over, she opened a cabinet and appeared to be fishing through some files. Michelangelo took it upon himself to sit on the corner of the table as he waited for her to pull out the desired file. Mona shook her head defeatedly for the child being so childish, but then again she knew who they were dealing with.

“Gentlemen, and ladies, in this file is useful information we can use to track down Baxter Stockman.” The black file was handed in Leonardo’s direction. The leader took it and opened it up. The breaths of five beat down his neck as he tried to tolerate it and read. There was picture of a man’s profile. He looked confident with his eyes glaring through his spectacles. Surprisingly enough, he was a rather alright-looking man. Beneath his picture was his name in bold letters: Seth Chapelin. To the left, numerous notable characteristics and achievements of the well decorated, red-headed man were listed. The red banded turtle was the first to respond.

“A resumè?” He raised his brow and looked to her with an unamused tone.

“His entire bio.” She clarified, ending his snarky expression. Donatello's arm pushed Leonardo and Venus forward a little and lay it over their shoulders to point out something in the file.

“Doctor Chapelin, robotics engineer. Stationed in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.” He read to them, tracing his finger under each word quite intrigued.

“Read further” she dared as her back was engulfed into the back of her seat. Vincent crossed her arms as well as her legs. “and you find that Chapelin is the assistant of Stockman.” Donatello was the only one to look further into it. Once he got that surprised, eyebrow raised look, they took her word for it.

“He looks so young.” Venus mumbled as she stared at his profile picture. Leonardo was beginning to pass it on to her for her took look more throughout the file and she pulled back at it. Once in her hands, she read on further what she couldn’t see from the view beside Leo.

“And incredibly intelligent.” Vincent added in regards to Venus’ surprise. “With this, I was hoping you all could do a little investigation on your own.” Leonardo nodded.

“But what about finding Shredder?” Vincent’s gaze moved to Michelangelo, whose shrugged shoulders questioned her motives. “He's got to be number one priority, right?”

“Of course, but we are unable to pick up his tracks. My hopes are that if you can find Chapelin and find out what rock Stockman is hiding-.”

“We find Shredder through him.” Leonardo finished. Vincent nodded.

“Precisely.”

“So,” Mona dwelled on “does this mean what I think you’re saying?” She asked. The chief sat up from her chair. Her hands were clasped together and on the desk just as the elbows that supported her upper body.

“I heard it's Carnival season. Would you all like to see Brazil, again apparently?”

“Well,” Raphael looked to the ground, shaking his head. “I wasn't too fond of the crash.” Oh yeah, like he wanted to blow up in the sky and come hurdling down to be skipped like a rock and barely survive a waterfall. Just the thought of flying again got him rubbing the back on his neck in anxiety.

“Softshell.” He heard Michelangelo mutter.

“Moron.” Raphael retaliated, a little louder this time.

“Numbskull!” Louder.

“Shrek the Third!” Louder.

“Children, children!” Donatello’s quick claps and breaking their stares between one another with his own stopped the two brothers from continuing. Both huffed and turned away in a pouting fashion. “We have more important things to deal with other than your pettiness.”

“I sometimes forget you are all still children.” Her passively-mocking tone did not sit right with the others of the group. Although she really did not mean to cause a stir, she was right. Here, they were supposed to be mature with adult responsibilities yet their name-calling and pouting in the middle of a serious investigation. Some heroes.

“Teenagers,” Mikey clarified, trying to fix the situation. Suddenly, he began to lean closer to her with his elbow resting on the desk. Then, his hand held up his chin with his pointer finger lining up the side of his face. It was his way of looking ‘classy’. “ but we can still have those adult conversations.” He spoke with such melody. Mona grabbed him by the rim of his shell and yanked him up. The young terrapin yelped when she pulled him close for her to whisper to him.

“Not helping.” Even though yanking someone is completely appropriate and mature.

“17’s pretty close to 18.” He wanted to argue, but the lizard lady was not having it.

“Young adults.” Venus took a deep breath before stating. “Young adults with” she looked to the lizard and the terrapin in which she kept her grip on. “childish antics.” she finished, quite defeated and cynical. Leonardo closed his eyes briefly as his way of saying that this was definitely not happening in front of Vincent. A quick breath and he carried on.

“We’ll have to check in with Splinter, but he should be ok with it.” He looked to the folder that was hanging down loosely at Venus’ side. He slipped it out of her tight grip and tucked it under his arm. Then, he scanned over his team. “It's not the first time we all went on a mission on the other side of the globe, right?” That statement carried over a knowing smile between all six mutants. It also brought one upon Vincent’s own lips.

“Contact as soon as you can. I'll make arrangements for your departure.”

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Star Trek Voyager: A Fire of Devotion: Part 2 of 4: Louder Than Bells: Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

“Are you sure?” Samantha Wildman said to Seven of Nine, the latter sitting across from her in the mostly empty mess hall. The only other sentients there were Neelix preparing some snacks for the night shift, and Harry Kim sitting at the far end of the room drinking coffee while working on his reports. “Unfortunately, yes,” Seven said. “Even if the risk of damaging my regeneration alcove were lower, it would be simply too impractical to move it to your quarters.” “And the Captain shot down my idea of just moving mine and Naomi’s stuff to cargo bay two,” Sam said, her chin resting in her hand. “She actually thought I was joking when I suggested it, if you can believe it.”

“I am often surprised at what Captain Janeway finds funny,” Seven said.

“Well,” Sam said, “I stand by it. The walls in the cargo bays are modular. Moving one over to make your alcove area small enough to qualify as crew quarters shouldn’t be that hard, and there’d still be plenty of room for Naomi.” “Where would the sonic shower go though?” Seven said. “It would be more than just moving a wall. Inappropriate laughter aside, the Captain does have a fair point.” “Yeah, you’re right. I guess we’ll just have to keep doing things they way we have been,” Sam said. “Our living situation is certainly not traditional Sam,” Seven said, smiling as she put her hand on Sam’s knee under the table. “But it has not been a particular burden. Doing anything different is just too impractical for the time being.” Sam nodded, and looked around. “It’s late, we probably should-” “Lieutenant Kim,” Commander Chakotay’s voice said over the comm. “Please report to the bridge.” “On my way, sir,” Harry said. Sam looked at Harry as he got up to leave, and only then noticed that the view out the mess hall viewports had changed from the familiar streaks of light from warp travel, and that they were getting closer to a planet. “Odd,” she heard Seven say. “How so?” “We were not projected to come that close to a planetary body for another several days. We must have changed course.” “Must be important,” Sam said.

“I suppose I should stay awake in case I am needed,” Seven said. “I’m not due for another regeneration cycle for at least twelve hours.” “You do that,” Sam said, leaning over the table to kiss Seven on the cheek. “Me, I need sleep. I’ll see you before your next regen cycle?” “Almost certainly,” Seven said. ---

Harry Kim didn’t let his excitement show, which was easy because there was less of it than he’d expected. He’d been given a real opportunity here; his first time commanding an away team. Voyager had received an automated distress signal just under an hour before he’d been summoned from the mess hall. The signal originated from an M-class planet, but attempts to hail the originator of the signal were met with no response. The bridge crew failed to detect any life signs, but Commander Chakotay had pointed out there could be any number of reasons for that and they should send a team down anyway, a team that he would monitor from the bridge while Harry was in charge. So Harry quickly put a team together, a small one consisting of himself, the Doctor, and Timothy Lang from security division. “The distress call was automated?” the Doctor asked as he and Harry made their way to the transport room, where Lang would already be waiting for them.

“That’s right,” Harry said. “We’re hoping whoever sent it is still alive.” “Well,” the Doctor said, “thanks for bringing me along, Lieutenant. And congratulations.” “For what?” “This is your first away mission as lead, is it not?” “It is,” Harry said. “but it’s just a standard recon. If a full rescue is required, Commander Chakotay will take over from there. I don’t think I deserve a lot of praise for something so basic.” “Ah,” the Doctor said. Harry wondering what that ‘Ah’ meant exactly, but decided not to press it. The two entered the transport room, their other team member already on the pad, clearly ready to go, but not looking impatient at all. Though to Harry’s memory, Timothy Lang hardly ever had any expression beyond detached disinterest. Harry and the Doctor stepped onto the pad as well. “Energize,” Harry said. Within seconds, the away team was on the planet, surrounded by rocks, and reddish orange sky, no signs of any kind of life nearby, not even plant life.

“Are you sure these are the right coordinates?” the Doctor asked. “Positive,” Harry said, taking out his tricorder as he spoke.

“Apparently,” the Doctor continued, “whoever sent the distress call was already rescued.” “Maybe,” Harry said. “But if that’s the case why not turn off the beacon once they were gone? We should make a thorough search anyway, just to be sure. Spread out.”

Harry went off in one direction, the Doctor and Lang each taking another, both with tricorders out. It was barely a minute before Harry heard the Doctor call out for him. He jogged over to where the Doctor was standing. “This is the source of the distress call,” the Doctor said, looking at a device of some sort that was embedded in a nearby outcrop. The device emitted a very low hum, one that was barely any more audible once Harry was closer to it, scanning with his tricorder. “Para-trinic shielding” Harry said. “A dense energy matrix, bio-neural circuitry…”

“Bio-neural?” the Doctor said, “Like Voyager?” Before Harry could confirm that, a series of blue lights on the side of the device activated, and the low hum was replaced with a high pitched beeping. “Okay,” Harry said, “back off, this thing could be dangerous.” He wondered if a noise like that had been what Tuvok had heard from the Krenim torpedo that had cost him his sight during the Year of Hell. He then felt disappointed at having thought about the Year of Hell for the first time in months.

“Wait,” the Doctor said. “There are patterns in the beeps. It’s speaking to us, speaking in duotronic algorithms. I think it’s an A.I. My translation matrix is still interpreting, give me a moment.” The beeps continued. “It says it’s injured,” the Doctor said. “It needs our help. It’s asking why it can’t see, or why it can’t feel it’s arms and legs.”

“It doesn’t have any arms and legs,” Harry said. “I’m aware of that,” the Doctor said. “Regardless, it’s terrified.”

The Doctor moved over to the opposite side of the device. Harry kept his tricorder open. Lang simply stood just behind Harry occasionally looking around to see if anyone was trying to approach them, perhaps expecting some kind of ambush. “Can you identify yourself?” the Doctor said to the device. A short series of beeps followed. “It’s saying that its memory’s been damaged. It doesn’t remember its name. Excuse me one moment please while I speak to my colleague.” The Doctor went over to Harry.

“So,” Harry said, “we have an artificial intelligence on our hands.” “One who doesn’t seem to realize it is artificial, “ the Doctor said. “I don’t want to risk any psychological trauma, so we can’t tell it what it is just yet.” “Doc,” Harry said. “It’s a machine. I don’t think synthetic lifeforms are that fragile.” “Perhaps, but regardless it’s confused and it needs our help, Lieutenant,” the Doctor said. “We should beam it aboard.” “Not until we know what we’re dealing with,” Harry said. “You know away mission protocols, Doc.” “I do,” the Doctor said. “But I also know what morality dictates. It is clearly in distress, and we are in a position to help.”

Harry sighed. Something about this didn’t sit well with him, but his instincts had let him down in the past. He tapped his com badge. “Kim to Voyager,” he said.

“Go ahead, Harry,” Captain Janeway’s voice replied. “We found the source of the distress call,” Harry continued. “It’s a synthetic life form, badly damaged. The Doctor thinks we should beam it aboard.”

“You’re in charge of the away mission, Lieutenant,” Janeway said, “what do you think?” Harry looked at the Doctor, and at the device. “We’ve had bad experiences with A.I.’s before, Captain, but this one has no visible weapon ports that I can find. I’m going to suggest going along with the Doctor’s suggestion, but as a precaution I recommend sealing off an engineering bay with a level ten force field and beaming it directly there.” “Agreed,” Janeway said. “Give us a few minutes.”

The Doctor smiled, turning to the device.

“We’re going to transport you back to our ship,” he said. The device let out another series of beeps. “I’m Voyager’s Emergency Medical Hologram.” The device beeped again, and the Doctor began going into detail about the science behind how holograms worked, and Harry had to suppress a laugh. Well, Harry thought, if we can get this thing fixed up it looks like Naomi is going to have a real classmate for the first time.

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B’Elanna Torres looked at the device that the Doctor had brought aboard, resting on a workbench near the back of engineering.

“Well, at least this one isn’t silver and humanoid shaped,” she said.

“I hope you aren’t implying that my new patient is also a leftover weapon from a centuries old war, are you?” the Doctor said.

“Nah,” B'Elanna said, shaking her head, more to try and clear the mental image of the robot called 3947 from her memory than to show disagreement. “Realistically, what are the odds that twice in less than five years we come across two synthetic life forms dedicated to fighting a war that its creators had ended?” The Doctor frowned. “Given some of the things this crew has been through the past six years?” “Touché,” B’Elanna said. ”Though I have to admit, if it does turn out to be a weapon we couldn’t have picked a worse place to start working on it. Could we maybe move it a bit further away from the warp core?” “There’s a level ten force field around it, B’Elanna,” the Doctor said. “If it goes kablooey it won’t take us with it.” “I wish I had your confidence,” B’Elanna said. She heard the door to engineering open, and turned to see Captain Janeway and Lieutenant Kim enter.

“How’s our patient?” the captain asked.

“Complicated,” B’Elanna said. “It uses bio-neural circuitry to mimic humanoid synaptic functions, but its memory core is damaged. Basically, it has the technological equivalent of amnesia.” “Any theories as to what it might be?” Janeway said. “It could be a probe,” B’Elanna said. “or a communications device.”

“Whoever our friend is,” the Doctor said, “he wasn’t alone. He claims to have been traveling with a companion.” “He?” “He insisted on male pronouns, Captain,” the Doctor said. “Ah, okay. Carry on. Was the companion an A.I. too?”

“I believe so,” the Doctor said.

“Okay, I’ll have Seven use astrometrics to start looking for him. Perhaps if we can find his companion we’ll get more answers.” With that, the Captain and Harry left. The Doctor moved closer to the device, and asked Tim Lang, who had been watching over the device since both had been beamed up, to lower the force field so he could go talk to it. “How are you?” the Doctor said. B’Elanna continued on her scanning of the device, but the Doctor was not being quiet, making it impossible not to hear his side of the conversation.

“Well, that’s an interesting question,” the Doctor continued, after a series of beeps and chirps. “Lieutenants Kim and Torres are attempting to repair your, um, damaged circuitry.” The series of noises the device emitted next didn’t need much translation in B’Elanna’s opinion. I guess now I know how to say ‘what the hell are you talking about?’ in binary, she thought.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” the Doctor said. “You’re not an organic being. You’re technological. You’re an artificial intelligence, embedded in a machine of some kind.” Another series of beeps.

“No, there’s no mistake,” the Doctor said. “We believe the damage you suffered in the crash is causing your confusion.” The next series of beeps to come out of the device sounded distressed to B’Elanna’s ears. She supposed she couldn’t blame him at all. “Well,” the Doctor continued, “look at it this way. You and I have something in common.”

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Seven of Nine hoped the planetary scans would go by quicker now that the Captain was here to aid. In the past she might have been insulted that Janeway would jump in on a task that Seven could easily complete herself, but between her romantic relationship with Samantha, and her budding friendships with several other crew members, she had learned the value of free time.

“I’m detecting no further technology on the planet surface,” she said. “Maybe the second device was destroyed when it crashed,” Janeway said. “Scan for metallic particulates consistent with our friend in engineering.”

Seven made the proper adjustments to the sensors in seconds, and had results shortly after that. It was an oddly pleasant experience being able to scan a planet without any sort of unusual outside factors making it difficult. The lack of a metaphorical ticking clock putting pressure on her to find something within an unreasonable amount of time was also nice.

“There are minute traces scattered across the northern continent,” Seven said. “I’m isolating them now.” Both women turned from their consoles to look at the astrometrics lab viewscreen, the view shifting to zoom in and clarify the image of that area of the planet. When it was finished, Janeway stated what Seven had already deduced.

“An impact crater,” she said.

“It spans a radius of two hundred kilometers,” Seven said.

“And look at this,” Janeway said. “Heavy concentrations of radiogenic decay in the crater walls. The fracture gradients are consistent with a highly focused explosion. “Evidently we’ve discovered the device’s function,” Seven said. “The Doctor will likely be less than pleased to hear this.”

“True, though I’m also not looking forward to telling B’Elanna we’ve got a weapon of mass destruction sitting right next to our warp core.”

“To be fair, Captain,” Seven said, “I doubt anyone in her position would be pleased about such a discovery. I believe the term Mister Paris would use would be ‘sphincter tightening.’” “Yeah,” Janeway said, Seven noticing that the Captain was not taking her eyes off the crater on the viewscreen. “Sounds about right.”

---

“I understand your concerns,” the Doctor said to Captain Janeway in the briefing room. “but the device hasn’t shown itself to be hostile.” “Not yet,” B’Elanna said, standing next to Harry, who was the only one in the room sitting down at that moment, the latter looking worried. The Doctor figured that Harry was blaming himself for potentially endangering the ship, but the Doctor didn’t see it that way at all. He saw an opportunity and he wanted to pursue it.

“All the more reason to talk to it,” the Doctor said. “We explain our concerns, and then ask it for help in safely defusing its explosive components.”

“If it’s programmed to detonate,” Chakotay said, standing between Janeway and B’Elanna, “there’s no telling how it would react.” “Agreed,” Janeway said. “We have to neutralize the threat now. Suggestions?” “We could beam it off the ship,” Harry said. “Out into space, or back where we found it.” “Harry, this is a sentient being we’re talking about,” the Doctor said. “I refuse to believe our only options are to kill it or abandon it.”

“What if we could separate the bio-neural circuitry from the explosive?” B’Elanna said. “Take the weapon off-line, but salvage the intelligence?” “They’re fully integrated,” Harry said. “Where would we keep the A.I. if we can do that?”

The Doctor smiled, excited at the prospect of having another synthetic life form to talk to. “The answer’s obvious,” he said. “Download its synaptic patterns into a holographic matrix like mine.” “Then what?” Chakotay said, his tone flat enough that the Doctor couldn’t tell if the commander was on his side or not, the way B’Elanna appeared to be. “First off,” the Doctor said, “we try to find out where it came from, and return it to its people.” “What if it doesn’t want to go?” Harry asked. “I don’t know if I’m alone in thinking this, but it would seem to me that creating a synthetic life form as complex as this one, only to stick it in what is essentially a missile is just downright sadistic. That would be like having a child for the sole purpose of training it to commit suicide.”

Janeway sighed. “Well,” she said, leaning forward on her chair, “in that case I suppose we’d have to grant it asylum, if it asked. Very well then. Harry, B’Elanna, assist the Doctor.” “Thank you, Captain,” the Doctor said.

“At the first sign of danger though, we transport it off the ship. Understood?” Captain Janeway’s tone and stance made it clear that no amount of arguing would do any good on that front, but the Doctor wasn’t worried. He was sure that working with Harry and B’Elanna they’d be able to save the A.I.

“Yes, Captain,” he said. “Dismissed,” Janeway said.

---

“This begs the question,” Joe Carey said as he helped Harry carry the device, now known to be a weapon, out of engineering to take to sickbay. “why would you waste such a sophisticated artificial intelligence on a bomb?” “Harry said pretty much the same thing,” B’Elanna said as she started gathering tools they’d need to perform the procedure to attempt to disable the explosive. “He called the thing’s creators sadistic. Though I wouldn’t entirely rule out stupidity. Anyway, I’ll meet you there. There won’t be enough room for all three of us plus the synthetic in the turbolift.”

“Understood,” Carey said.

The device made a loud noise as the two men started moving towards the door with the device in their arms. “It’s okay,” the Doctor said, walking alongside them. “I wouldn’t like being carried around either.” More beeps came out of the device as the group entered the nearest turbolift, B’Elanna walking past them to get to the next nearest. “We’re taking you to sickbay,” the Doctor said. “we’re better equipped to help you there. Don’t worry.” We’re talking to a bomb the way I’d talk to my sons when I had to take them to the doctors when they were little, Carey thought, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

There was another series of beeps, softer this time. Carey hoped that meant the explosive device wasn’t panicking. The yield of the explosive was irrelevant, the ship might survive, but he was holding the damn thing. He and Harry certainly wouldn’t. He doubted the Doctor’s mobile emitter would survive either.

“We’re going to transfer your intelligence to a holo-matrix,” the Doctor said. “In a little while, you’re going to be walking around, just like me.” “Which reminds me,” Harry said. “Have you picked a body for it yet? Him, I mean, sorry.” “I figured I’d let him choose an appearance,” the Doctor said. “I’ve removed any crew members, especially deceased ones, from the list in order to avoid any possible discomfort for the rest of the crew. Though since we have only the one mobile emitter I suppose we’ll have to work out some kind of sharing schedule so he won’t be confined to just sickbay and the holodeck.” “Just a thought,” Carey said, “you may want to remove any Cardassians from the list as well. Don’t want to risk anymore drama like we had that one time.” The Doctor sighed. “Why do I have to keep reminding people I had no idea the man was a war criminal when I created the consultant program?”

The conversation was cut off when the turbolift doors opened on deck five, and the group made their way to sickbay. They carried the device in, and set it down on one of the bio-beds. Seconds later, B’Elanna entered. “Alright,” she said, setting her tool kit next to the device and opening it up. “ready whenever you are, Doctor.”

“Are you ready?” the Doctor said to the device. There was a short, single beep. “Okay then,” the Doctor said. Harry opened a panel on top of the device, and B’Elanna went to work. Carey stepped back. He didn’t think he’d be needed since B’Elanna and Harry were perfectly qualified to handle this task, but the former had insisted he stay in case they needed an extra pair of hands.

A series of rapid, loud beeps and chirps began. Even before the Doctor started telling the device to remain calm, that they needed to access some of its system in order to perform the transfer, Carey figured the device was responding with panic. He wondered if the device felt pain. After all, if Harry’s theory about the designer’s sadism were accurate he couldn’t rule that out.

“He says he wants to know exactly what you’re doing as you do it,” the Doctor said to B’Elanna, who rolled her eyes. “If I’ve ever been that annoying while you were working on me,” she said, “I owe you an apology.” “Actually you owe me six, but who’s counting,” the Doctor said. “Regardless,” B'Elanna said, “this is a delicate procedure. I won’t be able to concentrate if I have to give constant updates.”

“I can help with that,” Carey said. “Okay, Joe,” B’Elanna said. “Get as close as you can without getting in my or Harry’s way.” “Alright,” Carey said, “Well, first we’re going to be setting up an active interlink between you and the holo-systems. To do that we’re going to have to take your program off-line while we resequence your bio-neural circuitry.” There was another series of beeps. Carey picked up on the tone of distress, impressed with himself for doing so. “I’m sorry,” he said, “there isn’t another way.” “Very perceptive Mister Carey,” the Doctor said. “He did in fact say he didn’t want to be turned off.”

“I figured it was something close,” Carey said.

B’Elanna continued to manipulate the tool she was using, but seconds later, the lights in the device began flashing red, and a loud alarm sound starting coming out of it. B’Elanna and Harry immediately took a step back, the latter opening his tricorder. “He’s arming,” Harry said. “The detonation sequence has started.”

“Sickbay to transporter room 1,” B’Elanna said. “the device is going to detonate. Beam it off the ship.” “Yes ma’am,” Todd Mulcahey’s voice responded. After a few moments passed and no sign of a transporter beam, Todd began speaking again. “For the love of- it’s protecting itself somehow, I can’t get a lock.” “Goddamit,” B’Elanna said, “I really wish that kind of thing would stop happening. When we get back to Earth I’m recommending a complete fleet wide overhaul of our transporter systems. Doctor, try to talk it down.” “Please, stop,” the Doctor said earnestly, “you’re going to destroy yourself, and us.” Not the order I would’ve put that in, Carey thought. “Detonation in twenty seconds,” Harry said. “I’m going to try sending an E.M. pulse through its power matrix. maybe I can short it out.” “Fifteen seconds,” B’Elanna said. “Please don’t detonate,” the Doctor said, still talking to the device. “We’re only trying to help you.” “Ten seconds!” B’Elanna said. Carey stepped back. He could help Harry, but since Harry was working on a smaller console than the ones they had in engineering, it was more likely he’d just get in the way if he tried. “Initiating the pulse,” Harry said.

“Six, five, fo-” The device shut down, cutting B’Elanna’s countdown, much to Carey’s relief, and apparently Harry’s as well give how loud his exhale was. “That was too close,” B’Elanna said. “You shouldn’t have done that,” the Doctor said. Carey looked at the Doctor, and felt a sense of dread. Something was off with the Doctor’s voice. “I know you got a little attached to the thing,” B’Elanna said, packing up her tool kit. “But we had-” “You lied,” the Doctor said. “Oh shit,” Carey muttered under his breath.

“You said you were trying to transfer my neural patterns, but you were really trying to shut me down.” “Oh no,” Harry said, having reached the same conclusion Carey had. “You’re the A.I.,” B’Elanna said. “You used the interlink to hijack the Doctor.”

“You tried to destroy me,” the A.I. said through the Doctor’s voice. “We were only trying to disarm the explosives in your body,” Harry said. “I’m a weapon. Why didn’t you tell me?” “It was a precaution,” Harry said. “We were afraid you might be dangerous.” “Looks like we were right,” B’Elanna said. “We were going to try and destroy you, but the Doctor, the hologram you just hijacked, convinced us to try and help you.”

“You must help me complete my mission,” the A.I. said. “I remember it now. I am a long-range tactical-armor unit. I’ve been deployed by my people. They’re facing a terrible threat. A hostile species. My companion unit was destroyed, but I will reach my target. Your ship will take me there.” “Look,” Harry said, cautiously walking towards the A.I. that had stolen the Doctor’s form, “we can contact your people, you just need to tell us who they are-” “I must resume my mission!” the A.I. screamed, pushing the buttons on the side of the device in pattern. The lights on the top, where the panel had been removed earlier, lit up again. The three officers looked at each other. No one needed to say it out loud; the device had been rearmed. “If you try to stop me, I’ll detonate. This ship, and everyone on it, will be destroyed.”

“Oh hell,” Harry said. “Kim to security, do not, I repeat do not attempt to enter sickbay.”

“Lieutenant Kim,” Tuvok’s voice said, “what is your status?”

Harry filled Tuvok in on what had happened. Carey risked getting closer to the A.I. in order to look it in the eyes, the Doctor’s eyes. “Listen to me,” he said, “we don’t even know how long you were on that planet. Your mission may be over already. Give us back our Doctor, and tell us who your people are so we can return you to them. Please.” The A.I. ignored Carey, and picked up a PADD, and began entering coordinates into it.

“Give this to your navigator,” he said. “Set this course, and proceed there at maximum velocity. The target system is approximately two light years from here” He shoved the PADD into Carey’s hands. Carey looked at B’Elanna, who nodded. “Go ahead. Fill the Captain in. We’ll go along,” she said, the ‘for now’ implied in her tone.

“On it,” Carey said, leaving sickbay.

“The course I have plotted bypasses enemy minefields,” the A.I. said. “Do not deviate from it.”

---

“If he has access to the Doctor’s program,” Captain Janeway said, “he probably knows how fast the ship can go, so going at warp 1 to buy time won’t help.” She looked again at the PADD that Joe Carey had given her before returning to engineering, as if just staring at it for a little longer would give her a solution to this problem. She wished she could contact Harry and B’Elanna, but the A.I. had locked down sickbay after Carey had left, and wouldn’t allow anyone to exit or enter. If she tried hailing them, the A.I. would overhear.

“We could offer to fix its own propulsion system and send it on its way,” Chakotay said. Janeway shook her head. “Helping it would be getting involved in a war we know nothing about,” she said. “I know there’s been debate about the Prime Directive among the crew lately, but I doubt anyone could argue this case isn’t a pretty cut and dried example.” “I hope you aren’t suggesting we just let it blow up the ship,” Tom said without turning from his console. “Only as a last resort,” Janeway said, not ready to give up just yet. “We’ve still got time for options, so if anybody has any, I’m all ears. We’ve survived so much since we got to the Delta Quadrant, I’m not willing to accept that of all things we end up losing Voyager to a damaged A.I.”

“Sensors are being accessed from sickbay, Captain,” Tuvok said.

“Let them be,” Janeway said. “We need to play along until we can find a way out of this. If the A.I. can’t see the sensors he might just assume we’re lying and blow us up anyway. Chakotay, get Seven of Nine up here. Don’t use communicators, not yet anyway, we don’t know how much if any of the systems the A.I. is able to access through the Doctor. Tuvok, Tom, report to the briefing room.” Both Tom and Tuvok acknowledged the request and immediately stepped away from their posts, junior officers moving in to cover for them.

Janeway waited until Chakotay returned to the bridge, Seven of Nine in tow, to the bridge before heading to the briefing room herself. “Brainstorm time people,” Janeway said. “If we could disable the force field around sickbay we could beam the device out into space,” Tom said. “Even if we could do that fast enough to get a lock before it detonated,” Seven said, “we could not beam it out far enough from the ship to escape the blast.”

“If we could tap into the holo-projectors we might be able to shut him down,” Chakotay said. Janeway shook her head. “Mister Carey told me that the Doctor’s mobile emitter is still on him,” she said. “He didn’t remove it when they got to sickbay before they started the procedure. It’s not a bad idea otherwise, just our bad luck.”

“Have we entirely ruled out attempting to reason with the bomb?” Tuvok said. “Is it a true A.I., or just a sophisticated weapons system?” “It certainly seems capable of anger and paranoia,” Janeway said. “It’s certainly sentient, but it has the determination of a zealot. Trying to change its mind might work if we had more time before reaching the target system.”

“If it can be talked down,” Seven said, “Lieutenant Kim is likely already attempting to do so. He and Lieutenant Torres are still trapped with the device, after all.”

Janeway sighed. “Good point,” she said, “but I’d like to have other options besides hoping Harry can build a rapport with it. We need to outsmart the smart bomb.”

---

“You don’t have to do this you know,” Harry Kim said to the A.I. “It’s what I was programmed for,” the A.I. replied, not looking up from the console where it monitored the ship’s sensors. “So?” Harry said. “You’re a sentient being, capable of making your own decisions. Look at the Doctor. He was designed to be just a doctor, but in the past five years he has become more than that. He’s taken up hobbies, made friends, he’s even dated.” “Your Doctor is a tool,” the A.I. said. “A tool that saved your life,” Harry said. “If it weren’t for him you’d still be damaged and alone on that planet. He’s the one who convinced me to beam you aboard.”

The A.I. looked at Harry for a moment, but didn’t respond before returning its gaze to the console. Harry continued speaking, not allowing the unusual situation of trying to reason with a bomb to get to him. “When we found out what you were, most of the senior staff wanted to destroy you. The Doctor defended you, said you weren’t just a bomb, you were a synthetic life form with the same rights as any synthetic in the Federation.” “Tell me,” the A.I. said, “despite all his achievements, did your, friend ever stop being a Doctor?”

“No,” Harry said, wondering where this was going.

“And I can’t stop being a weapon,” the A.I. said. “It doesn’t have to be like that,” Harry said. “We can give your own holo-matrix, and you can keep all of this. Eyes, the ability to move around, the ability to speak. You blow yourself up, that all goes away.”

“The only thing I want is the destruction of my target,” the A.I. said. “What is your target anyway?” Harry said.

“A military installation on Selinia Prime,” the A.I. said. “Grid 11, Vector 9341.” “Tell me about it,” Harry said. “Who is your enemy?” “A ruthless violent race that’s threatening to destroy my people,” the A.I. said, anger in his voice.

“What else do you know about them? Do you even know their name? What’s their planet like?”

“I’m not programmed with superfluous data.” “Or maybe your creators just didn’t want you to know,” Harry said, hoping he’d found a thread to pull on. “Maybe, they knew that if you knew more about them, you might change your mind and decide not to blow up at all. One of the risks of making a weapon with an artificial intelligence after all. Did I ever tell you my theory about your creators? That they are sadists for creating something with such remarkable intelligence, only to make it blow itself up?” “Enough!” the A.I. shouted.

“You’re aboard Voyager now, you have access to our scanners,” Harry said. “Why don’t we take a closer look at your target?” Harry went to a console behind the one the A.I. was using and started pulling out long-range sensor data. “If you must,” the A.I. said. “Just stop talking about it.” “Or what, you’ll blow up? When you are so close to your goal?”

Harry crossed his arms, and grinned, even though inwardly he worried he’d pushed the bomb just a bit too hard and his talking to it was going to literally blow up in his face.

“Get out,” the A.I. said, “before I use your friend’s body to harm you.” The A.I. stood up and turned off the monitor Harry was using. Harry found himself at a loss, not sure what he could say next that wouldn’t escalate the situation. He sighed and left the Doctor’s office, leaving the A.I. alone. B’Elanna saw him, walked over, and put a hand on his shoulder. “You tried,” she said. “no one can fault you for that.” “Can’t they? This all happened because of the first command decision I ever made as an away team leader.”

---

“The name of the species that made the bomb is the Druoda,” Neelix said, setting something down on the briefing room table. Seven of Nine looked at it, wondering what it was. “How’d you find that out?” Janeway said, which was the second question that Seven had thought of herself, the first being how Neelix had even known there was a meeting since he hadn’t been invited. “I saw the bomb while it was in engineering,” Neelix said, “and parts of it looked familiar. So I went through some of the items we collected during our last trading run, and that right there is a piece of kitchen equipment that uses the same technology.” “Good catch,” Chakotay said, “but I don’t know how that helps us right now.”

Neelix didn’t have a response, and Seven felt sorry for him. It was in Neelix’s nature to want to help, and under different circumstances, this information would be more valuable than it was currently.

“That’s alright, Neelix,” Janeway said. “But since you’re here, go ahead and take a seat. We’ve been at this for over an hour with no luck, we could use a fresh perspective.”

Neelix shrugged. “I suppose it can’t hurt,” he said. “just promise not to laugh too hard if I make a stupid suggestion.”

“Promised,” Chakotay said.

Seven of Nine took another look at the schematics of the weapon on the PADD in her hand, and had an idea. One with a low probability of success, but it was better than the nothing they had so far. “I have studied the weapon’s schematics,” she said, “and I believe my nanoprobes can be modified to disable its bio-neural circuitry. However, that would require me gaining access to its primary control port.” “Great idea,” Janeway said, “except for the force fields around sickbay. How would we get you in there without giving the bomb enough time to detonate itself?”

“We could just shut down the warp core,” Chakotay said. “and stop the auxiliaries from kicking in right away. We’d have more than enough time before air ran out for Seven to disable the bomb. How much time would you need?” “Approximately twenty seconds,” Seven said. “Does that include how long it would take you to get to the device?” Janeway said. “He might have forced Harry and B’Elanna to move him further away from the door, and he has his own power supply.” “But his intelligence is in the Doctor,” Chakotay said. “Who, as Mister Carey informed us, was still wearing his mobile emitter,” Tuvok said. Seven sighed. “I had failed to take that into consideration,” she said. “I apologize.”

“Don’t,” Janeway said. “Maybe there is another way to get you in there. Tuvok, run a scan on that subspace minefield the bomb warned us about. Specifically, I want to know their explosive yield and how much damage they could do to the ship.” “Captain?” Tuvok said. “I believe the Captain intends to stage an injury,” Seven said, “that would require taking me to sickbay, A bold strategy, however it supposes the bomb would allow me to be brought in.” “True,” Janeway said, “but it’s the best idea I’ve got so far. Any objections?” No one said anything. “Alright then,” Janeway said. “Seven, start looking into the best way to fake third-degree plasma burns. The injury is going to need to look severe if this is going to even have a chance at working.” “Understood,” Seven said.

“Wait a second,” Tom Paris said, “wouldn’t we have to change course to hit those mines? The bomb would be on to us immediately.” “That’s why I’m having Tuvok study them” Janeway said. “So we can find a way to mimic the side effects of encountering the mines. I know this is going to be anathema to your sensibilities as a pilot Tom, but we may be asking you to give us a bumpy ride on purpose.” “I can learn to live with it,” Tom said. “Good. Dismissed,” Janeway said. With that, the crew filed out of the briefing room, ready to do what they needed to to try and save the ship from an intelligent bomb. From Seven’s perspective, that was far from the most unusual thing she’d encountered, in or out of the collective.

---

The A.I. stood at the bio-bed where it’s original body still lay, scanning it, and visibly getting more and more frustrated. B’Elanna hoped it would get angry enough to make a mistake, but then admonished herself. How would I even know what to do if it did? she thought. “Assist me,” the A.I. suddenly said, going into the Doctor’s office where she and Harry were sitting. “Excuse me?” B’Elanna said.

“I am attempting to find the malfunction that caused me to crash,” he said, “but several of my memory files are still damaged. Restore them.” The A.I. turned around and left the office without giving her time to respond. B’Elanna looked at Harry, who was already standing up. “Might as well,” he said, “can’t risk pissing him off, he might blow us up right now.” “You’re still hoping the Captain can find a way out of this?” B’Elanna said. “She’ll have the rest of the senior staff helping her,” Harry said, “we just need to buy them time.” B’Elanna sighed. She would’ve preferred to just sit and let the damn bomb try to fix its own memory banks, but she saw no point in resisting if Harry was going to help.

“The Cardassian missile, the silver robots, now this. If I make it back to the Alpha Quadrant, I’m going to make sure I’m never alone in a room with Commander Data,” she muttered to herself. To the A.I. she said in a louder tone, “Where do we start?” “There are several disruptions in my memory index,” the A.I. said. “including a three minute, thirty-seven-second gap just prior to the crash.” “A recursive search algorithm might retrieve the missing data,” B’Elanna said. She touched a few buttons on the console, and quickly she found what the A.I. was looking for.

“Well, that was easy even by my standards,” she said, hoping the A.I. took offense at her pride at being able to accomplish in seconds what he hadn’t been able to at all. “Right there, you received a subspace transmission, a command. A command to alter course and head to the planet surface. Looks like your landing wasn’t an accident.” “So much for your target,” Harry said. “Seems to me like your creators managed to solve their problems without you.” “It must’ve been an attempt by the enemy to divert me from my target,” the A.I. said insistently. “No way,” B’Elanna said. “Your access codes are encrypted.” “They must have developed an infiltration code.” “Why do you say that?” Harry said. “Who else would try to divert me?” “Correct me if I’m wrong,” Harry said, “but these are the same duotronic algorithms you use to communicate with.” “My own people wouldn’t try to stop me!” The A.I. said. “Looks to me like they did,” B’Elanna said, starting to get a sinking feeling of deja vu for the silver robots she’d met several years ago who had wiped out their own creators to prevent them from ending their own war. “Whatever the reason, they didn’t need you to be a bomb anymore. Now, me, if I’d created something as sophisticated as you I’d want it back, but-” “The enemy is ruthless. The target is a threat. Why would my people call off the assault?” “Motherf- we just told you we don’t know,” B’Elanna said. “And don’t try suggesting we planted that order there, you were looking right at me when I found it in your memory banks.”

“Okay, everyone calm down,” Harry said. “Maybe if we clear up some more of these memory files, we’ll see why your orders were changed.” “Your assistance is no longer required,” the A.I. said. “Because you’re afraid of the truth?” Harry said. “Let us finish our job, then decide what to do next. But you have to accept that you may not like what we find.” The A.I. looked at Harry, then at B’Elanna, then back at Harry. “Proceed,” he said. “But I will be monitoring you, looking for any sign of subterfuge.”

B’Elanna went back to work, and began pulling up more damaged data. “Does the phrase ‘designated command matrix’ mean anything to you?” she said. “That’s my control center,” the A.I. said, sounding calmer. “It looks like they rescinded your orders some time after you originally launched,” Harry said, looking over B’Elanna’s shoulder at the monitor.. “See for yourself.”

The A.I. looked at the screen in shock as it read the order he had received out loud. “‘All long-range tactical armor units, terminate mission immediately.’ It says the war is over, that it ended nearly three years ago. My launch was a mistake. There was a malfunction in one of the command sensors that activated a series of launch sequencers. My people managed to shut most of them down, but thirty-four weapons were fired. Including me.” “I guess this means you can disarm yourself now,” Harry said. “We can return you to your people. You can go home.” “No,” the A.I. said, “there’s no confirmation code here. We evaded the enemy minefield so they are attempting to deceive us.” “The confirmation code could be in one of your damaged memory files,” B’Elanna said. “Or maybe it was you!” the A.I. shouted, getting agitated again. B’Elanna decided she had had enough of this. “How?” she said, yelling as loud as he had been. “Seriously asshole, how? You’ve been monitoring us this whole time! When would we have been able to alter your memory files like that?”

“You have lied to me before, why should I trust you now?” “We didn’t lie to you before, you paranoid synthetic,” B’Elanna said. “We were trying to get you your own holographic body when you decided to hijack our Doctor and take our ship hostage. But you don’t even have to trust us, just access the rest of your damn memory files!”

“No! I am programmed to destroy my target! I will complete my mission!”

“You don’t have a mission anymore,” Harry said, somehow staying calm amidst all the shouting. “The war is over, but you could end up starting another one. How many of your people would die then? At the very least, the very very least you owe it to them to determine the truth before you go blowing yourself up.”

The ship suddenly shuddered, and the red alert klaxons started going off.

“Sickbay to bridge,” the A.I. said, “what is happening?” “We’ve run into a subspace mine,” Janeway’s voice said, sounding upset. “You told us your course would bypass your enemy's minefields.” “There shouldn’t be any mines along this course,” the A.I. said. He glowered at B’Elanna and Harry, and B’Elanna glowered right back. “Your information is a little out of date in case you forgot,” she said. “We’re plotting a new course to avoid them,” Janeway’s voice continued. “But there are thousands of them scattered throughout the region.” “Transmit it to me,” the A.I. said. He looked at the new course on the monitor. “This trajectory will delay us for two days!” “That just gives you time to confirm the war is over,” Harry said, “since you won’t believe your own memory banks, we can contact your people. Unless you expect your own controllers to lie to you as well.” “Don’t give the paranoid any ideas, Harry,” B’Elanna whispered.

“No! Proceed as planned, Captain Janeway. I am programming a shield enhancement that will protect Voyager.” “I’m still going to have to reduce speed. That last hit dropped us out of warp,” Janeway said.

“Agreed,” the A.I. said, grudgingly. “But only until we’ve cleared the minefield.”

“Understood. Janeway out,” the Captain said before closing the channel.

---

“Do you think he bought it?” Janeway said. “He seemed to,” Chakotay said. “Mister Paris,” Janeway said, “give us another good shake or two, just to be sure.” “Yes ma’am,” Tom said.

“Bridge to Neelix, get started on Seven’s plasma burns.” “Already on it, Captain,” Neelix said over the com. “And I think they look pretty good if I do say so myself.”

“Good,” Janeway said. “Tom, once he’s done, hit another ‘mine,’ a big one. Chakotay, prepare to blow out the plasma relays on deck six.” The ship shook violently as Tom did his work. “Janeway to sickbay, we’re taking casualties,” she said, hoping she sounded concerned enough to fool the A.I. “Maintain course and speed,” the A.I. said. “That’s going to be difficult,” Janeway said. “Our astrometrics officer has been injured. She’s the one who has been guiding us through the minefield.”

“Replace her,” the A.I. shouted. “Seven of Nine’s abilities are unique,” Janeway said, adding a bit of anger to her reply even though she was grinning while she spoke. “We’re not going to get past these mines without her.”

“Then treat her injuries and send her back to her post!” “She has third-degree plasma burns. She needs to go to sickbay to be treated. if you want to reach your target you’re going to have to wait.” “Alright Captain, but I am warning you, no deceptions.” The channel to sickbay cut off. “I really hope this works. Bridge to Neelix, you’re good to go.” “Aye, Captain,” Neelix said.

---

Seven of Nine made a note to thank Samantha for the opportunity to learn about acting. While the two had not performed even once since they had done Coriolanus nearly a year ago, Seven still attempted to apply what she had learned to her performance as a burn victim, letting herself limp, and leaning on Neelix as though she really needed his support to remain upright as he escorted her to sickbay.

The door to sickbay opened, and the A.I. still in the Doctor’s holographic body, and still wearing the mobile emitter, let them in, closing the door behind them. “Treat her as quickly as possible,” he said to B’Elanna before walking away to do, something, in the doctor’s office. She groaned in mock pain as B’Elanna helped her into the bio-bed right next to the one the device was in.

“Is he looking the other way?” Seven whispered as B’Elanna looked at her ‘injuries.’ “Um, yes,” B’Elanna whispered back. “What’s going on?” Seven sat upright as quick as she could, and put her hand over the thankfully still open panel atop the device, and extended her assimilation tubules into it. “She's attempting to defuse the weapon,” she heard Neelix say. Now I just need twenty sec- Her thought was interrupted by intense pain, real this time, as the device started to electrocute her. She heard Neelix call her name in concern before she hit the floor, barely conscious. She could hear that Neelix was talking over her, but couldn’t make out what he was saying right away.

“-me move her,” she heard Neelix, feeling him and B’Elanna get their arms under her to try and lift up to the bio-bed. I failed, she thought sadly, How did I not see that coming? How did I not know it would have some kind of defense like that? She heard the pressing of buttons, and the A.I. began speaking. “Sickbay to bridge. Your attempt to disable me has failed.”

“We tried to reason with you,” Janeway said. “You left me no choice.” “And you leave me no choice. You and your crew will abandon Voyager immediately.” “No deal,” Janeway said. “You will comply or I will detonate!” The A.I.’s scream shocked Seven into full alertness. She could see from their wincing that B’Elanna, Neelix, and even Harry who had joined the rest at her side, though she was unaware of when, also did not appreciate someone being that loud that close to them.

“Go ahead,” Janeway said. “Do it.” The A.I. paused, clearly not expecting that. “Everyone aboard will be killed!” “But no one else will,” Janeway said. “The only reason I didn’t tell you to do it sooner is because I thought there was a chance we could stop you. Through reason, or force, it didn’t matter. I had hope. But now I know that I can’t stop you from destroying us. I can however stop you from continuing your war. Every Starfleet officer knows there’s a chance they’ll have to lay down their lives to uphold the Prime Directive, and that’s what I’m doing now. I know nothing about your people, or your enemy, or your war, and I don’t care. My people are not a part of it, and we would rather die than be dragged into it.”

“I really hope she’s bluffing,” Seven heard Harry whisper.

The A.I. looked stunned, unsure of how to respond, but he didn’t immediately detonate his explosives, so Seven allowed herself to be optimistic and hope that was a good sign.

“Captain,” Tom Paris said, his voice heard over the still open channel. “Thirty-two vessels just dropped out of warp, right off our port bow.”

“On screen,” Janeway said.

“Shit,” Harry said. “Thirty-two.” “It’s our bomb’s friends,” B’Elanna said to Seven and Neelix.

“They detected my presence aboard your vessel,” the A.I. said. “They say my target is essential. and that they altered course to ensure that I reach it. They demand that I be transported off your vessel so I can be tractored to my target.” “Mister Kim,” Janeway said. “reintegrate his neural matrix and prepare to beam it off-” “We can’t do that Captain,” Harry said. “Explain.”

“These weapons were fired by accident, we can’t let them reach their target.”

“ENOUGH!” the A.I. screamed so loud that had it real vocal chords it would’ve been in danger of blowing them out. Everyone flinched, and Harry even put his hand over the ear closest to the A.I. “Captain, order him to proceed!” “Harry, what are you talking about?” Janeway said. “Give me a minute,” Harry said. He got right in front of the A.I. and jabbed him with his pointer finger. “Bomb, can I call you bomb? Forget it, I don’t care. You’re making a mistake. Your own people tried to disarm you.” “I cannot be certain of that,” the A.I. said. Seven found herself grateful that he wasn't shouting for once.

“Yes you can,” Harry said. “Check your memory files. Look for the confirmation code.”

“No more delays,” the A.I., looking pained, and confused. “Reintegrate my matrix.” “Check the files,” Harry said, not as loud as the A.I. had been but still shouting,. “Do what Harry says,” Janeway said, “or you’re not leaving this ship. And if you detonate now, your companions are close enough the explosion would destroy most if not all of them too. The power in this situation is out of your hands.”

The A.I. began working on the console. Seven couldn’t see what he was seeing, and in fact was very tempted to just lie down and go to sleep, the pain of the shock she’d suffered still affecting her, but that was overpowered by the desire to see this through. If the worst came to pass, she did not want to die unconscious. “Coding intersequence 443,” the A.I. said. “Vector 39121. Cessation of hostilities… Confirmed. Unauthorized launch, confirmed. Order to terminate mission, confirmed.”

“You must disarm and order your companions to do the same,” Harry said, speaking softly now, Seven having to strain to hear him. She tried to get up, but Neelix and B’Elanna held her down. She was weak enough that they didn’t need to exert themselves to do so. “It’s a deception,” the A.I. said, but it sounded more like it was trying to convince itself than Harry. “This code of your uses a modulating algorithm,” Harry said. “It would be almost impossible to duplicate.”

“Almost impossible,” the A.I. said. “Almost. I- we, should return to our home system, seek additional confirmation. Too many variables.”

“Yes,” B’Elanna said. “You should. War is too big a thing to leave to maybes.”

“No,” the A.I. said, “the enemy is ruthless. Violent.” “Now you’re just spouting propaganda,” Harry said. “You are a sentient being. Your designers gave you intelligence so you could make decisions in the field. The evidence is pointing to this attack being a mistake. You owe it to yourself as much as to the people you’d potentially kill to find out for sure, and the best to do that is, in your own words, to return to your home system.”

“Bridge to sickbay,” Janeway said. “You’re receiving a transmission from the other bombs. What are they saying?” The A.I. looked down. “They are asking why I haven’t left your ship,” he said.

“Tell them,” Harry said. “I will,” the A.I. said. “I’m transmitting our orders to terminate the mission.” Harry breathed a sigh of relief. B’Elanna smiled and nodded. “Good job, Harry,” she muttered under her breath. “Definitely,” Neelix said, concurring with B’Elanna. Seven herself admitted internally she hadn’t thought this was possible.

“Oh no,” the A.I. said. “They already received those orders, but were past the targeting threshold.”

“The what?” B’Elanna said. “Once within two light years of a target we cannot, in theory anyway, be diverted. I’ve resent the orders, but they are not standing down.” The A.I. looked sad. “This is my fault,“ he said. “Had I listened to you sooner I could’ve prevented this.” “We can worry about blame later,” Harry said. “How can we stop them?” “We can’t,” the A.I. said, “not without destroying them I mean. I don’t want to do that, but I think we may have no choice.”

“That seems like a bad design flaw,” B’Elanna said. “Why give you that level of intelligence, only to yank it away at an arbitrary distance?” Seven, now able to sit up on her own, saw the A.I., looking ashamed, but still pressing buttons on the console. “I’m trying to convince them to stand down, but they don’t believe me about the order. We will have to destroy them. Thirty-three sentient lives is a small price to pay to save thousands, isn’t it?” “Wait, thirty-three?” Harry said.

“Reintegrate me into my matrix, and let me join them. Get Voyager to a safe distance, and I will detonate, taking them with me.” “We can’t let you do that,” Harry said. “You wanted me to see beyond my programming, Lieutenant Kim,” the A.I. said. “That’s what I’m doing now. Noble self-sacrifice is not part of my original code. I have entered contact information for my people. Tell them everything, including the part about the targeting threshold. Your engineer is right, that is a terrible design flaw.” Another synthetic life form allowing itself to die, Seven said, thinking sadly of Edwin. One more time and this officially ceases to be mere coincidence.

“Captain, are you still listening?” Harry said. “Lock on to the weapon and prepare to beam it out. B’Elanna let’s get started on the reintegration.” “Harry, are you sure about this?” the Captain said, though she easily could’ve refused if she’d felt that Lieutenant Kim was making a mistake. “Trust me on this one, Captain,” Harry said. “Got it,” Janeway said. “Let transporter room one know when you’re ready. I’ll patch you through.” The A.I. put a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said. “For what?” “I am still getting to complete my mission, only my target has changed. When I destroy the other weapons, a new war will be averted. Countless lives on both sides will be spared.” “It’s ready,” B’Elanna said, closing the top panel on the device. Harry pressed a button, and the hologram flickered at the same time the lights on the device powered up. “Please state the nature of the medic- wait, what happened?” The hologram was still there, but clearly the Doctor was back. “How long was I off-line?” “I’ll explain later,” B’Elanna said. “Seven’s hurt.” “It is not life-threatening,” Seven insisted, though she made no effort to get out of the bio-bed. She had a feeling that the after effects of the bomb’s defense measures would last a while though.

“Transporter room one, are you there?” Harry said.

“Ready and waiting,” Ensign Mulcahey said.

Another coincidence, Seven thought. Of course Todd Mulcahey is involved in this too.

“Energize,” Harry said.

Seven leaned back, hearing rather than seeing the device being beamed away.

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“I’m detecting a series of antimatter explosions,” Tuvok said. “In proximity to what?” Chakotay said. Janeway knew however. Her instinct told her that she’d been right to trust Harry’s judgement. “No ships, no planets, nothing. The weapons have been destroyed,” Tuvok said. “Bridge to Lieutenant Kim,” Janeway said. “Good work. The A.I. kept its promise and destroyed the other weapons.” “Good to hear,” Harry’s voice replied, though his tone suggested he was less than thrilled. Janeway couldn’t entirely blame him, it had been barely a few minutes between Harry successfully convincing the smart bomb to disarm itself before it had to go and die. Her ancestors had a term for that; bittersweet.

“Harry,” Janeway said, “go ahead and take the rest of your shift off. That goes for B’Elanna and Seven too. I think you’ve earned it.” “Thank you, Captain, but if you don’t mind there’s something we need to take care of first.” “The weapon’s people?” Janeway said. “Apparently they’re called the Druoda. We’ll make sure they get the information. Get some rest. That’s an order.” “Yes, Captain,” Harry said.

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