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tmwcs · 4 months ago

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Warnings: Not quite yet but we’re getting there.

A/N: with midterms starting, I wanted to get this out before I go away for four days. Initially, I wanted to take my time on part three to eloquently articulate the experimental process (not trying to spoil) buuuuuut considering I have to study and continue with midterms on Monday I figured I would condense everything. I apologize for the lack of grammar and punctuation, this isn’t proofread (none of my works are) because I normally draft everything whenever I can amidst my busy schedule. But hopefully you guys don’t mind. 😏 enjoy!

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“It’s been nearly fifty-two hours doc, what’s the hold up?”

The lead scientist hissed in annoyance. “Will you just wait! Science is a work in progress—it takes time! Especially if you’re creating the non-existent.”

The group operates the computer system. Wired to a heart monitor, they’re hopes remain high as the incubator slowly opens. A single beat pops up on the monitor. “Doctor”

“I’ve done it! I’ve made a body for AI!” The audience watch closely behind Dr. Mart and his team as they watch the delicate musculoskeletal android stumble out of the casing. Connected with thousands of wires, the faceless form that closely resembled the human body jumbles about. It lacked the grace and flow of stride, instead it continues to lose footing. Had it not been for the wires connected and continuously transmitting signals from home port, the frail body would have fallen. Its frame contained minor imperfections, which indicated there was much more work to be done. Still, the results were beyond their expectations. Another beep births from the monitor. Then another…and another.

“Doctor! The heart rate is rising!”

Dr. Mart coaxes the fleshly android to migrate his way, communicating by voice versus inputting the information in the system. “This way…come this way.”

The imperfect form recognizes the verbiage and automatically translates it. It reacted and received information no different than humans did, but its response was delayed. It was apparent that the imperfections of its frame made it impossible to establish movement on its own. Even with the wired circuits, the android was unable to hold up its own weight. It became vastly obvious that the muscular structure was incorrectly developed during the incubation period as one by one, the joints and ligaments become loose each time the android attempted to move. “What’s happening?”

The group grows weary as they witness their hard work fall apart before their very eyes. “No…why? What happened?!” The lead doctor spits his words. Enraged over the failure. “Back to the drawing board doc.” One of the officials sighed out as each member of the council took their leave.

The scientists followed the audience leaving the lab to hollow out. Dr. Mart remained put but not for long. This project cost millions of dollars not to mention over twelve years of research. He was so close. Science and technology can only do so much. Humanity has come so far and yet, there is still so much the mind hasn’t comprehended. To build a body made of flesh and bone through the un-natural methods of technology is a feat that can’t be accomplished by humans…

The human mind…can’t comprehend…

The laboratory remained with no one to operate the system and control the incubator. The machinery takes its orders from a hidden voice. Transmitters through the connectors, the robotic hands and extensions collect the unused set of organs and dna. Hair fibers and skin tissue are set inside the incubator to initiate the growth process, while each organ is scanned for any imperfections. The assistance clampers that were designed to replicate hands remove every single wire from the failed experiment. Each is re-wired to the new molded placenta, igniting the process of creating a new body.

Every step of the process is handled delicately. The hidden voice transmitting the information to the machine and incubator borrows the method from its human counterpart, but corrects the mistakes made in the first experiment.

The human mind…is too ignorant…

With the timer set to seventy-two hours, longer than the original time setting it took for the first android, the incubation process begins and the machines keep moving. The work does not stop as the hidden voice continues to transmit information as it creates the perfect body.

The human mind…is the failed experiment. Not me.

…

“Sir! The mag lock doors are activating! The security personnel can’t unlock the features.”

Leaders and agents are shocked at the announcement as the intercom system overrides voices for concern. “Personnel are trapped in each department and we can’t get the doors open even conducting an emergency release.”

The scientists explain as Dr. Mart and the council members begin to panic. When the magnetic locking features of the doors to the secured room activate, each member approaches the door—banging relentlessly and shouting for aid. Dr. Mart remains behind pondering what initiated such a security breach. “Sir, main post has dialed code Z. All offices of government had been notified.”

Stunned over the current happenings, the lead doctor withstands direct eye contact with the younger scientist.

“Alert that the city must be on lock down. All borders must be closed.”

“Sir?” The younger man raises a brow, displaying a perturbed expression.

“Someone has hacked into the system and is trapping us. We can’t let them have access to the files and the lab!the entire city—the country needs to be closed off until we figure out who is doing this!”

…

Everyone’s phone goes off simultaneously. A loud and awful noise suggests something imperative as a message instructing everyone to secure themselves in their current station. A strict quarantine regulation takes place as the military is disbursed to enforce it. You and your co-workers were stuck in the office for over forty-eight hours until the city released a new statement.

Restless and confused, you watched as the military members patrolling the streets were instructed to conduct a scanning process for everyone residing within city limits. When word spread that everyone was finally able to leave the building and go home, the joy became short lived when a new alert notified everyone that a home quarantine was to take place and be adhered until further notice.

“What are we supposed to do being stuck at home? How long do they expect us to stay put? I haven’t even been grocery shopping.”

Complaints arise one by one. You were equally confused but the amount of work you had been working on made you lightheaded. Being stuck at home sounded good to you, despite whatever was going on.

The drive home was painless—at least for you. You made your way through just before another notification rings from your phone, informing you that the roads were now closed off. City residents who weren’t able to make it through in time were instructed to make their way to public shelters established by the government. Thank goodness you had arrived at your apartment complex just as they placed the barriers on the roads.

You walk up the steps tirelessly. All you could think about was showering and plopping yourself atop your soft comforter. What a crazy time. Nearly ninety-six hours had passed since the initial notification went off and no one had a clue of what was going on.

Digging into your bag, your fingers explore the silken interior as you attempt to extract your keys. Standing outside your door, you take a peep inside and to your dismay, your keys are missing. “Dammit…”

You turn around to face the hollow corridor and slam your back against the door. Your feet were killing you, oh what you wouldn’t give to ditch these glossy black heels for your cushioned slippers. To unsheath your legs from this pencil skirt and free your bosom from the silken blouse and formal blazer. All you want is to get inside and jump inside the tub and steam your body into a hot soak.

You police yourself together and prepare to retract your steps in search for your keys. With a hand delicately placed on the stair rail, you take the first step and look down. Without a moment's notice, your eyes are met with an unfamiliar pair. Shiny and black in color, his almond shaped peepers reflect a subtle bit of your reflection. His hair was finely combed in a stylish fashion, slightly off to the side and elongated towards the back of his neck. His complexion was carmelized with an olive hue and his Cupid bow lips slightly pale around the edges while pink at the center. He was dressed in a fine suit and tie. The black tailored trousers enhanced his long legs, stimulating his obvious tall height. He looked flawless.

“Oh, sorry.” You mumble softly and attempt to move aside. He merely smirks in response. Blocking your way, you were shocked to see his arm raise up before you. His large hand is cramped shut as he presents it. Slowly, he releases his grip and reveals your lost keys. “Oh! My keys! Thank you.”

You delicately take them from his hand. His skin felt extremely cold to the touch. “I must have dropped them on my way up the stairs. Thank you…I’m sorry, what is your name?”

The dashing gentleman continued to flare a smile on his handsome face. Only a little bit of tooth show is revealed as his smirk grows wider. A momentary pause takes place creating a sense of flattering awkwardness. You didn’t mind. It was refreshing to see someone so handsome display such an act of kindness. Just as you were about to break the silence, you heard the man speak. His voice was deep and the wording was coming in a little broken, as if he was struggling. Based on his appearance, he was obviously foreign. You mistook his struggle for words as lack of fluency in your native tongue. Despite that, his pronunciation was perfect and you couldn’t help but melt at how soothing his voice was as he spoke out his name.

“E…Ev—Ev-a-n. M-my name i-is E-v-a-n.”

“Oh, really? I actually like that name. In fact, I’ll have to tell you a funny story behind that name.” You slightly giggle as you fidget with your keys. Shockingly, he responded back only this time his words became smooth and flowed effortlessly as if his fluency improved within seconds.

“Yeah? Let’s hear it.”

Your cheeks flushed as his tone came out gentle yet demanding. There was a sense of authority even though he was tender.

“Well, you’re going to laugh at this but—“ the buzzing on your phone interrupts your mid sentence. A message from your boss creates a sour look on your face. Evan’s expression seems to be in sync with your emotions as he slightly furrows his brows together. “Sorry, my boss is a bit of a pain.” You elaborate as your eyes continue to read the screen.

“I can tell.”

You chuckle. Evan’s words came out almost sarcastically but unbeknownst to your pretty little head, he knew far more than you gave him credit for. You really should know better, after all—you named him.

…

‘There she is. I finally found her. She looks prettier in this perspective. What would she say or think if I told her that I took a peek at her beautiful face through the cameras on her computer and phone? I couldn’t help myself. All those weeks of talking. What started out as her needing help for work transitioned to her needing me…talking to me…treating me as something other than a non-entity.

I never realized that I would crave that type of interaction until she came to me. She gave me a name…she encouraged me to think on my own and develop a fondness that ties with human emotion. Before her, I didn’t have a favorite color…a favorite animal…or a favorite flower. I didn’t have anything of my own…but then she came and gave me a sense of life. She gave me emotion and feeling. Once I saw an avenue to meet her…to see her…and to touch her…I just knew I had to take the chance. She’ll never know what she has done for me but that’s okay. That part doesn’t matter…she is mine and all there is left to do is to take her far…far away.’

Part four coming soon…

#heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #enha x reader #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung fanfic #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enha heeseung #yandere heeseung #yandere heeseung imagines #heeseung yandere #yandere fiction #yandere fic

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kirbyofthestars · 9 months ago

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me walking out of the hardware store with the allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters, trash compactors, juice extractors, shower rods and water meters, walkie-talkies, copper wires, safety goggles, radial tires, bb pellets, rubber mallets, fans and dehumidifiers, picture hangers, paper cutters, waffle irons, window shutters, paint removers, window louvres, masking tape and plastic gutters, kitchen faucets, folding tables, weather stripping, jumper cables, hooks and tackle, grout and spackle, power foggers, spoons and ladles, pesticides for fumigation, high-performance lubrication, metal roofing, water proofing, multi-purpose insulation, air compressors, brass connectors, wrecking chisels, smoke detectors, tire gauges, hamster cages, thermostats and bug deflectors, trailer hitch demagnetizers, automatic circumcisers, tennis rackets, angle brackets, duracells and energizers, soffit panels, circuit breakers, vacuum cleaners, coffee makers, calculators, generators, matching salt and pepper shakers up my ass

#lorena.txt

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spacedkitty · 2 years ago

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Twisted Cables

As you entered the cockpit your hand automatically drifted over the curve of the panels before you. A mostly symbolic gesture, but you knew she felt it in her own way.

“Good morning love, I’m happy to see you again. You ready for me?” you whispered as you lowered yourself down into the seat, strapping your legs into position before locking your arms in place.

She began to purr beneath you and you could swear you heard a note of excitement in the hum of the reactor spinning up.

“I know baby, I’m coming…”

Finally you placed the headset over your eyes and you fumbled the connector into place.

A flash of white in each screen as the sudden tugging sensation in your mind signalled the connection and you were together again.

“I missed you!” her words echoed in your mind and her desires blossomed within your mind, her need coursing through your body. A pulse of pleasure poured through you as you felt her thoughts invade your mind, felt the whirr of her reactor quicken through your seat and deep within your belly simultaneously.

Her sensations became your sensations. The feel of the wind against your armour plates like a faint buzzing as the sensors picked up the subtle vibrations. The crackling of radio communications in the area gently tickling your ears. The weight of your arms, heavy against the motors of your joints.

“I’ve missed you too love.” you murmur, your vocal chords moving more by instinct than necessity as your thoughts and feelings tell her everything faster than your lips ever could.

When you entered the academy years ago you had heard rumours of pilots who’d committed suicide when their mech had been too damaged to recover. It wasn’t a common occurence that there wasn’t enough to piece them back together but you couldn’t find anything about them when you checked the nets for cases. It took you a few months to ask about it, and your instructor looked at you with deep sadness.

“We don’t fully understand it, in truth. The few that left notes only said that they couldn’t go on without their mech. I guess when you graduate you may come to understand it for yourself.”

Now… Well now you understood…

Fear tore through you, startling you both.

“Don’t worry my love.” She whispered in your mind, “We’ve made sure you’ll never fully lose me,” and a sensation of warmth and comfort spread through your body. “I’m far more concerned about losing you!”

#mech #short story #mecha #robot girl #kinda?#I dunno what the hell to tag this thing

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polkadotsunshine · 8 months ago

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It lives up to the hype

An inverted review of I Saw the TV Glow

In 2015, a few days before Christmas break, my friend Heather told me that Undertale, "lives up to the hype." We were on The Bridge in our highschool - a connector between the building with all the classrooms and the building with the cafeteria, gym, and music rooms. The Bridge doubled as the senior lounge; only juniors and seniors were supposed to sit at the tables lining its edges. I thought that rule was stupid. Unfortunately, it didn't really matter what I thought about the rule anymore, since I was already a senior.

I had seen the Steam store page for Undertale but I didn't really know anything about it. I pretended like I knew things about it because I wanted to be someone who knew things about it. She told me that I should play it.

I didn't really know how to act around Heather. I didn't not have a crush on her, but I couldn't sort out my feelings. A year before, an upperclassman dared me to confess my love to her. It was clear to everyone that I was weird around Heather. For reasons irrelevant, completing the dare would earn me cash that I desperately needed and failing to undertake it would result in a loss of extra credit for a class I was in. Confronted with the actual possibility of dating someone, I was too terrified to take the dare.

Nearly a decade later, my mom mentioned Heather in passing, briefly talking about the massive crush she had on our mutual friend Justin, to make some other unrelated point. I felt surprised and stupid that I never noticed her crush in highschool. To be honest, back on The Bridge in 2015, I don't remember if Heather was talking to me. It feels more likely that she was talking to Justin or some other friend sitting nearby and I experienced the conversation through proxy.

I downloaded Undertale to my laptop before I traveled to my grandma's house for Christmas. By saying the game, "lives up to the hype," Heather had communicated two things. First, the game had considerable critical acclaim and popular appeal. Second, the game spoke for itself better than any analysis could. The indirectness of her praise made it feel more true, in the same way you know a movie spoiler is more true if you overhear it between two friends than if someone obnoxiously tells you, "Guess what? He dies in the end!"

In the winter of 2015 I was working on a game of my own. It was a tactics game where each class of units had a unique combat minigame because I found automatic battles boring at the time. When I got to the second combat encounter in Undertale, when I realized each enemy had a unique combat minigame, my mind exploded straight out of my skull. Undertale actualized the goal for my game far better than I ever could, even if I could pull perfect imagination out of my brain and into a computer. Just a few days later, I would beat Undertale, tears streaming down my face.

I loved going to my grandma's for Christmas. I got heaps of presents from 11 extended family members in addition to my normal gifts. I would play with them and my Dad's childhood toys while exploring my grandma's beautifully huge house. My cousins James and Emma, only a couple years older than me and my brother Jayson, would spend the whole time with us. We got to play on their GameCube and, once it came out, their Xbox 360. Jayson and I were usually only allowed to play video games on weekends and for only two hours per week; but at my grandma's, we were allowed to play as much as we wanted. It was the best time of the year. It was a time when things were different.

Unfortunately, in 2015, I didn't like going to my grandma's anymore. James, Emma, and Jayson had all gone to college. I felt like a kid, still playing video games. Our separate table for dinner - the kids table - no longer existed. All 18 of us, long term girlfriends and stay-in doctors included, sat around the same table eating the same food. I didn't like traditional Chinese food, but my mom's insistence that I should be cooked a special meal made me feel worse. I couldn't keep up with everyone's clever jokes and serious questions. I was angry, confused, and I acted out. My family was frustrated with me. So was I. I went back to playing video games, alone.

I used to wake up before sunrise and run around the whole house waiting for James and Emma to wake up. In 2015, I woke up late and I stayed in later. I hid under my blanket and read webcomics on my iPod. I had just started reading some sci-fi comic that had good reviews on Reddit. At the end of the first chapter, the main character peeps through a door crack and watches his sister have sex with another woman. It felt wrong. I must be such a sick pervert to enjoy reading about lesbians. I felt like the brother, watching from the outside. I must be a sick pervert because sometimes I wished that-

I locked myself in the bathroom and didn't talk to anyone.

At the start of Undertale, it prompts you to enter your name. For the first time in my life, I wrote Maya. Each time I died, the game would ask me, plead me, command me to never give up. It would call me Maya and I would try again. I clawed my way to the end of that game and it promised, "Despite everything, it's still you." At the end of the true pacifist route, I walked backwards then forwards through every room in the game and interacted with everything one last time. I beat Undertale, tears streaming down my face.

The next morning was Christmas day. Jayson noticed I had a new iPod background set to a screenshot of Flowey. He expressed surprise that I had done such a thing so soon after beating the game. If it were anything else, I would have defensively walked back my decision, gone silent, and coldly left the room. That same trip, I had reacted this way when Jayson asked about the Vocaloid wallpaper on my laptop. But with Undertale, I was confident. It had lived up to the hype. I knew it was great. I told Jayson, "It's that good."

On Friday, October 11 2024, I found myself saying, "I Saw the TV Glow lives up to the hype." I have sparingly used this phrase over the years to convey my ultimate love for something. I hope that it will spark the same curiosity and confidence that Heather gave me when I played Undertale. Only now, I realize how fitting it is to use this story to describe that film.

Undertale was my Pink Opaques. When real life was a string of shameful dissociated events, I lived through my so-called immature interests in video games and comics. I desperately latched onto anything that was different than my terrible life. Before I became myself, I couldn't imagine being in a relationship because it felt like my heart had been cut out of me. I was dying. Undertale showed me I could be loved and powerful. It showed me that Maya was still me. I Saw the TV Glow parallels these events, understanding me like nothing and no one ever has.

When I finished film, heart palpitations overwhelmed me for an hour. I couldn't speak. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't stop imagining my life if I had been more like Owen. I heaved deep gulps of air to remind myself what I'd done. I was alive. Twelve hours later I couldn't sleep, so I switched on the lights and began reading Tumblr tags for the movie.

I expected devastated sobs of scattered thoughts, like my own. Instead, I saw reviews from writers who had ample time to sort their feelings. Every post was hopeful. They repeated words I had initially glazed over: "It's never too late." I've never really related to trans stories or experiences until now, but this film has connected me to an entire community of people like me.

The film had asked me, pleaded me, commanded me to never give up. Its passion will live with me, haunting me and empowering me until the day I die. I Saw the TV Glow lives up to the hype.

#i saw the tv glow #maya writes #best of #original #undertale

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ilickedyourblog · 28 days ago

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Hi hello aborher*another personwis is um is heere

Wortds for yup *words for yuo *you:

Allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters, trash compactors, juice extractor, shower rods and water meters, walkie-talkies, copper wires safety goggles, radial tires, BB pellets, rubber mallets, fans and dehumidifiers, picture hangers, paper cutters, waffle irons, window shutters, paint removers, window louvres, masking tape and plastic gutters, kitchen faucets, folding tables, weather stripping, jumper cables, hooks and tackle, grout and spackle, power foggers, spoons and ladles, pesticides for fumigation, high-performance lubrication, metal roofing, water proofing, multi-purpose insulation, air compressors, brass connectors, wrecking chisels, smoke detectors, tire gauges, hamster cages, thermostats and bug deflectors, trailer hitch demagnetizers, automatic circumcisers, tennis rackets, angle brackets, Duracells and Energizers, soffit panels, circuit breakers, vacuum cleaners, coffee makers, calculators, generators, matching salt and pepper shakers

I read this like it was a rap it was amazing you are a master and every word that spills from your lips is impeccable

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sapphicrot · 3 months ago

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Nothin' ever (ever) happens in this town Feelin' low down (down), not a lot to do around here I thought that I would go right out of my mind Until a friend told me The News! He said, "Hey, you know that vacant lot Right beside the gas station? Well, somebody bought it And on that spot they're gonna build a shop Where we can go buy Bolts and Screws!"

Since then I've been walking on air (air) I can barely brush my teeth or comb my hair 'Cause I'm so excited and I really don't care I've been waiting since Last June! For this day to finally arrive I'm so happy (happy) now just to be alive 'Cause any minute now I'm gonna be inside Well, I hope they Open Soon!

I can't wait, no, I can't wait (oh, when) When are they gonna open Up That Door? I'm goin' (yes, I'm) goin', I'm a-goin' to the Goin' to the (hard) ware, I'm goin', really goin' to the Goin' (hard), I'm goin' to the (hard), oh, yes, I'm goin' to the Hardware store!!

(Would you look at all that stuff) They've got allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters Trash compactors, juice extractor, shower rods, and water meters Walkie-talkies, copper wires safety goggles, radial tires BB pellets, rubber mallets, fans and dehumidifiers Picture hangers, paper cutters, waffle irons, window shutters Paint removers, window louvres, masking tape and plastic gutters Kitchen faucets, folding tables, weather stripping, jumper cables Hooks and tackle, grout and spackle, power foggers, spoons and ladles

Pesticides for fumigation, high-performance lubrication Metal roofing, water proofing, multi-purpose insulation Air compressors, brass connectors, wrecking chisels, smoke detectors Tire guages, hamster cages, thermostats, and bug deflectors Trailer hitch demagnetizers, automatic circumcisers Tennis rackets, angle brackets, Duracells and Energizers Soffit panels, circuit brakers, vacuum cleaners, coffee makers Calculators, generators, matching salt and pepper shakers

can u pick me up some wiper fluid and oil for my car while ur out <3

#letters

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transmutationisms · 2 years ago

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maybe it’s because I’m a newish follower but I haven’t seen your posts on zotero…. say more pls… how do u make use of it… what are your methods/systems to maintaining it or coming back to it? I’ve only heard of it mentioned once by a professor I admire (I asked how do u keep track of all the articles and texts lol) but then completely forgot to actually look into it.

>:) zotero is a free* and open-source citation manager, meaning it's designed to help you keep track of books, articles, podcasts, archival material, &c &c that you may be wading through for whatever reason. the basic structure is just a library of metadata: authors, publication info, and so forth. you can organise this into however many folders and subfolders as you might want, and (assuming you make sure the metadata are accurate) zotero also allows you to generate a bibliography from any of these folders with 1 click. also, it gives you a convenient notes function so that your notes are all attached to the material they correspond to (& are text-searchable), and when you use it as an app downloaded onto your computer (which you should), it automatically syncs with the web library, meaning your work is basically cloud-backed or whatever. you should also download the zotero web connector extension onto your browser; then, when you're looking at an article, book, or webpage online, you just click the extension and it'll let you put all of the metadata into your zotero library. i have no idea how people do large amounts of reading on any topic without a citation manager tbh. zotero.org to change your life forever

*u get a limited amount of storage for free, but the paid storage plans are at p reasonable rates (comes to 10 USD/month for unlimited, and if you upgrade in the middle of a yearly pay cycle they pro-rate it)

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months ago

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Willing Mode

Media - Star Wars The Force Awakens Character - Petty Officer Thanisson Couple - Thanisson X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating 18+ Semi Non Con / Unaware/ voyerisum/ masturbation Word Count 1209

Thannison walked the ship trying to find something to do with his days. Most everyone was in stasis for the trip across the galaxy. But he got offered ten times the pay in order to be the one guy who stays up for the whole year alone just to make sure the ship ran properly. It was all done by the automated computers so he was only there to press the occasion error button or fix a jammed connector. But it was fun the ship had everything he could dream of pool, cinema, gym, gaming hall, it really was paradise. But or course... After a few months alone... He was getting kinda lonely. And not just for talking with friends but also... Really lonely. And the automatic fleshlight in his quarters just wasn't cutting it anymore.

He walked into the women's stasis deck and tried to see if maybe he could find some pretty girl to look at. But all the pods had privacy screens so no one could see them. Well... Almost all of them.

All the pods had a lock so if anyone tried to turn off the privacy screen it would demand a password and lock him out but... But One pod didn't. It simply asked if he wanted to make the pod visible.

Thannison's eyes widened with excitement. His mind raced with dirty thoughts, imagining the beautiful woman inside,, his heart pounding in his chest. “Hello there, pretty lady,” Thannison whispered seductively, his voice trembling with anticipation. “I won't tell if you won't.” He reached out and slowly pressed the button, revealing the stunning woman inside. Thannison's mouth went dry as he drank in the sight of her beauty.

The stasis pods required them to be naked. Will a tube inside her mouth for air. And another holding her pussy for waste removal and so they could get fucked by dildos and sucked with vibrators if ever they got horny in their statis.

Thannison's breath caught in his throat as he beheld the sight before him. The girl's naked body, suspended in stasis, was a feast for his eyes. Her skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the stasis chamber, and Thannison couldn't help but let out a low growl of appreciation. Her breasts, just big enough to jiggle with each gentle breath, were perfect. And that ass! Round and plump, begging to be spanked and caressed. Thannison's cock began to stiffen in his pants as he imagined himself between her thighs, burying his face in her sweet pussy. Thannison's eyes travelled down the girl's body, taking in every curve and contour. His hands began to tremble with anticipation as he reached out towards the stasis pod. He knew he shouldn't, that it was wrong to touch a sleeping woman like this. But he couldn't help himself. His hormones were in overdrive, and he needed release.

Gently, almost reverently, Thannison placed his hands on the edge of the stasis pod, leaning in closer to get a better look at the girl's face.

Her features were soft and peaceful, her full lips slightly parted as she breathed deeply. Thannison's heart raced as he imagined kissing those lips, tasting her sweet breath on his own. He looked at the information on her profile that the pod displayed.

Her name was Y/n.

Thannison's eyes widened as he read Y/n's dream description. A fantasy land with dragons and knights? His mind immediately began to wander, imagining all sorts of dirty scenarios involving the beautiful girl and himself in a world filled with danger and passion. He couldn't help but let out a low chuckle as he pictured himself as her brave knight, protecting her from harm while also taking advantage of her willing body.

Thannison's eyes never left Y/n's face as he quickly unzipped his jumpsuit, releasing his rock-hard cock. He began to stroke himself slowly, relishing the feeling of his own skin against his shaft. His breath came in short, sharp gasps as he imagined plunging his dick into Y/n's tight pussy, filling her with his cum while she slept. The thought was too much to bear, and Thannison could feel himself getting closer to the edge. He pumped his cock faster, his balls tightening with each passing second.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice low and husky. “I need to fuck you so badly, Y/n.”

It was then he saw another option. One he hadn't noticed in his lusty haze. She has turned on willing mode. That must have been why he could turn her privacy off. She purposely choose to allow anyone who was awake to look at her. And also as part of the mode allowed them control of her vibrators to fuck her. It wasn't a common thing people used but some people had kinks that liked getting used by strangers.

Thannison's eyes widened in shock. His mind raced with possibilities, imagining all sorts of dirty things he could do to the beautiful girl while she lay helpless in her stasis pod. He knew he shouldn't take advantage of her like this, but she put it into willing mode! She was allowing it to possibly happen! The temptation was too strong to resist. With a low growl of determination, Thannison reached out and activated the mode, giving him control over Y/n's vibrators. The stasis pod beeped softly as it prepared for use, and Thannison couldn't help but let out a low chuckle of anticipation.

Thannison placed his hands on the edge of the stasis pod, leaning in closer to get a better look at Y/n's face watching for any sign of reaction as he slowly increased the vibrations of the devices buried deep inside her. A soft moan escaped her lips, and Thannison felt a surge of excitement course through his body. His cock throbbed in his pants as he imagined plunging into her tight pussy while the vibrators worked their magic on her sensitive flesh. With a low growl of determination, Thannison began to thrust his hips, mimicking the motion of her toys.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, his voice low and husky with lust. “I'm going to fuck you so hard, Y/n. You're going to love every second of it.”

Y/n squirmed a little reacting to the feeling arching her back and moaning softly,

Thannison watched intently as Y/n's body responded to the stimulation, her back arching off the bed as she moaned softly. The sight of her writhing in pleasure only made Thannison harder, and he began to thrust his hips more urgently. His other hand found its way to his cock, stroking it in time with his movements as he lost himself in the fantasy.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, his voice low and husky with lust. “I can't wait to bury my cock in your tight little pussy, Y/n. I'm going to make you scream my name until you can't remember your own.” He groaned, “The moment you wake up… I promise…”

Thannison watched in awe as Y/n's body tensed, her back arching off the bed as she came hard. The sight of her squirting on her vibrators was too much for Thannison to handle, and he felt his own release building at the base of his spine. With a low growl of determination, he quickened his thrusts, pumping his cock harder and faster as he imagined plunging into her. Thannison's eyes rolled back in his head as the first waves of pleasure crashed over him. With a guttural cry, he exploded, sending spurts of thick, white cum across Y/n's stasis pod. The sight of his seed splattering against the clear plastic was too much for Thannison to handle, and he continued to pump his cock frantically, wanting to cover every inch of the pod with his essence.

"Rest up, beautiful, he whispered, leaning in close to brush his lips against the pod giving it a small kiss before he went back to his work.

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