#irregular time signature

[daily-vocaloid-rock-metal]

Today's entry is バビロン - Babylon by Tohma featuring Hatsune Miku.

It is an experimental rock song with a bpm of 183-230 and an irregular time signature. It is featured in the video game Project Diva X.

The PV was illustrated by Tohma.

[elysianasterism]

i'm so desperate to know the time signature of pieni ystävä like it's def not a regular 4/4 at the very least and i neeed to knooow

[regicidal-defenestration]

My most basic music opinion is that I think 3/4 is the best time signature. Love a good waltz I do

[royalarmyofoz]

might be working on an agatha playlist,,,,

[starmocha]

ok, imagine you have a nightmare about caleb exactly two months before his death. he happens to be staying with you, a day off just to say hi that turned into a sleepover. you find him at 3am, crawl into his bed, his lap, he's trying to soothe you, asking what happened but you're sobbing, playing a shaking hand over his chest just to feel his heart beating. he manages to calm you down, holding you close, letting you cry it out until he thought you were sleeping/ end part 1

ANON. EATING THIS UP. EATING THIS UP!!!!! nooo pls don’t ever apologize for that. I was so delighted to see the Caleb spam. They’re always welcome in my inbox :)))) Here. I wrote a little something, because I see Caleb and I’m weakened instantly 🥹 And if you haven’t already, pls check out my beloved @rose-tinted-kalopsia’s fic, baby, kiss it better. She wrote about Caleb comforting you after your nightmare. Literally in my top 5 fave LADS fics overall 💖💖💖💖💖

but stay with me

It was the most horrible sound you had ever heard. So godawful, it woke you up from that nightmare.

Still shaken, your fragile heart was racing, pumping erratically against your chest, your own breathing was just as irregular. The heavy panting was mixed with the choked back sobs, your emotions in complete turmoil as you tried to convinced yourself that everything you had just witnessed was not real. It was just a nightmare.

It took you a few extra minutes before it finally clicked in your head that your face was wet with tears. You wiped at your eyes furiously with the side of your arm, but it seemed to have only encouraged more tears to fall, your chest tightening with each painful breath taken.

It was a nightmare. Just a nightmare.

You repeated the mantra, a vain, pitiful attempt to calm yourself.

It was not real. It was just a nightmare.

Except, it wasn’t the boogeyman that scared you. It wasn’t the social anxiety of standing before a large crowd giving a speech while naked. It wasn’t even something like your dolls coming to life to murder you.

Those were all irrational figments of your imagination, concepts so exaggerated they had no place in reality.

But this.

It could very well happen. The world was scary enough to allow this to happen.

You closed your eyes.

You watched him turned his back on you, his hand on the door handle. He opened the door, entering without you, the door closing in your face. Just as you reached for the very same handle he had touched, there was an explosion that knocked you back, leaving you crumbled on the floor staring in confused abject horror as your grandmother’s house went up in flames, destroyed within a blink of an eye for seemingly no goddamn reason.

In just a few seconds, he was ripped out of your life.

In just a few seconds, he was stolen from you.

In just a few seconds, the boy who had promised to always be by your side was gone.

Caleb…Caleb…!

“Caleb!” you screamed out his name, no longer sure whether you were still within that nightmare or if you were awake, suffering from the lingering horrors you had witnessed, the cruel image now ingrained deeply in your mind like a stubborn weed you couldn’t kill, its roots strong and hardy going far deeper into the soil than you could ever reach.

Get out of your head, you scolded yourself firmly. Caleb is alive. He’s asleep in the living room.

It was such a nice day. Caleb had arrived in Linkon for a surprise visit from Skyhaven, managing to find time to slip away from the Deepspace Aviation Administration to see his favorite person in the world and celebrate her recent achievements at the Hunters Association. You both spent the day catching up, reminiscing as you both bumbled your way throughout the city, going from store to store, taking countless pictures to preserve the memory of the day, and laughed until your sides hurt and your cheeks sore from all of the smiles exchanged.

When you came home, Caleb made all of his signature dishes, spoiling you even when he was a guest in your home. It was just a habit he couldn’t break, one that he also showed no particular interest in rectifying. Like a summer breeze, Caleb brought warmth into your home, into your life. When Caleb was here, the world seemed just a bit gentler, a little safer, and you found your guard lowering, letting yourself drown in his familiar warmth.

Caleb was the very feeling of home, and he would always be home to you, encompassing all of the warm memories borne from the innocent years of growing up together.

You tried to steady your breathing once more. There was a hollowness in your eyes, your mind settling but still restless.

You wondered how such a perfect day gave way to the most horrific dream of your life.

Like a zombie, you left your bed, moving sluggishly down the halls to the living room with no clear thought in your head. You approached the couch, peering down at the figure asleep, curled up on that small sofa that could barely contain his large stature.

You stood next to the couch, staring down, breathing a little shaky again now that you are looking at him. He was there, asleep, where he should be.

You could see him clearly with your own eyes, but there was still a seed of doubt planted in your mind, a nagging voice trying to manipulate you, spreading lies in your head that he was just a figment of your imagination, that you were just in another layer of a dream.

You reached out, the pads of your fingers skimmed over his cheek, barely making contact, but perhaps there was still just enough of an electrifying touch to rouse Caleb from his deep slumber.

He stirred.

You quickly pulled your hand back, your breathing worsening. Before you could turn and retreat, Caleb called out to you in the darkness, his voice raspier than normal, still caught somewhere between dreaming and consciousness.

“Pipsqueak? What’s the matt—”

The words died at his lips, his perfect vision noticing instantly even in the darkness your puffy, red eyes. He immediately shoved the cover to the side, rushing to his feet as he gripped your arms, bent down to your height to thoroughly examine you.

“What’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt somewhere? Do you feel unwell?”

You sniffled, unable to answer the barrage of questions being hurled at you. When you try to speak, the fragments of your nightmare resurfaced, forming that awful image in your mind again. Unable to say anything, you threw your arms around his waist, the suddenness surprised Caleb into losing his balance and you both fell back onto the couch with you on top of him. Instinctively, Caleb’s arms wrapped around you, the familiar warmth of him was already easing your anxiety, but it still didn’t feel like it was enough. You wanted more, needed more.

Needed him. Just so.

Your face pressed into his chest, his heart beating softly and you started to breathe easier again. His body heat spread to you, his gentle voice calling out once more.

“What’s wrong?” His fingers were under your chin, slowly lifting your head up so your eyes could meet. He sighed, disheartened, upon seeing just how red and swollen your eyes were. “What could have made the fearless Miss Hunter here so terrified that she cried until her eyes were so red and puffy?”

You recognized the faint teasing lilt in his voice, the same one he had used since childhood as a way to console you, to brighten your mood, and coax out whatever secrets you were keeping from him. It always worked, and you would confess to him about your fears, reveal the bullies who were tormenting you, or any worries that filled your little head, and Caleb would always come to the rescue and make the world right again.

This time, though, you did not want to tell him.

You quietly lowered your eyes, missing the instant hurt on Caleb’s face when you refused to speak to him.

An awkward silence started to creep into the room, but neither one of you spoke. You continued to withhold this nightmare from him, afraid that if you voice it out loud, something would get set in motion and what was once just a horrific dream would become an irreversible reality.

Caleb himself felt a little lost and suddenly helpless, a role he was unfamiliar with. He was always your protector, your confidant, and your companion, so to see you so terrified to the point that you couldn’t even speak to him made him question his own worth. He closed his eyes briefly, and exhaled, deciding that this silence had gone on long enough.

Easily, he scooped you into his arms, ignoring your surprised cries as he stood up and carried you back to your bed.

“Ca-Caleb?”

“It’s late,” he murmured, not looking down at you, “Let’s get you back into bed.”

You huffed and lightly beat at his chest with one small fist. “Caleb, I’m not a kid anymore,” you said, muttering softly, “You shouldn’t speak to me like that.”

You were lowered down into the soft mattress, and before Caleb could straighten, you grabbed at the front of his shirt, yanking him down until he fell on top of you in surprise.

“Pipsq—”

Your lips pressed to his, and Caleb was stunned into silence, his eyes widened in surprise. A million thoughts seemed to race through Caleb’s mind, and not one of them made sense or even tried to rationalize what was happening in this instance.

Your lips felt so warm and soft against his, and perhaps in a moment of weakness, he closed his eyes, returning the kiss, deepening it further, realizing that this was everything he had wanted for years. The line he had always wished to cross but hesitated was now gone. You were the first to cross to him, so how could he just refuse this moment? Refuse you?

Neither of you know how much time had passed, breaking apart only when you needed to breathe. Caleb’s hands were pressed into the mattress on either side of your head, his eyes locked with yours, both your cheeks flushed and your breathing labored.

“Caleb…you’re leaving soon…”

He looked confused, unsure of what was going through your head. You were behaving so abnormally tonight, so emotional and distressed, he was starting to go mad with worry, wanting to do anything to chase away the anxiety that was grappling you.

“Not for another three days,” he answered as calmly as he could, “I’m all yours until then, pipsqueak.”

“Will you be mine tonight?”

He stilled, his breathing stopping the moment he heard those words, wondering if maybe his hearing might have deceived him. It was a few seconds before he managed to find his voice, though as he spoke, it wasn’t even registering in his head that he was speaking to you, “What…did you say, pipsqueak?”

You looked up, blinking away the tears that still remained. You stared into his violet eyes, wishing to look into them forever. “I want you, Caleb…please…”

“You’re not thinking clearly,” he said, his voice wavering enough that he wondered who he was trying to convince: you…or him?

You shook your head vehemently. “No…I am. I am, I am, I am, I am…!”

Your hands cupped his face, your voice steadied and assured. “This is the most lucid I’ve ever been.” As you stared into his questioning eyes, your heart dropped suddenly. There was an acute shift in your expression, reflecting your sudden mood change, and to others, it was subtle enough that no one would notice, but with Caleb, he was always aware of everything about you. He saw the shift, that flicker of fear in your eyes before you had blinked them away. Quietly, you asked, afraid of his answer, afraid of whatever truth awaited you in the next few seconds, “Or…do you not want me?”

Caleb’s eyes widened in shock, his heart stirring at hearing the anxiousness in your feeble voice. One large hand slipped under your head and you were pressed forward closer to him, his lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss, the depths of his feelings like a tidal wave sweeping away everything in its path.

“Fuck no,” he groaned, the rasp in his voice more prevalent than normal. “I…I’ve always wanted you. I’ll always want you.”

“Re…really?”

“Really.”

“Really, really?”

“Really, really.”

His breathing stuttered, his eyes flickering from your own, a mix of fear and yearning in your gaze, to your lips, trembling and waiting. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, before he leaned down closer, the warmth of his breath caressed against your lips as he spoke, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” you answered.

“One last chanc—”

You kissed him, swallowing that last word. He instantly submitted to you, his kisses ravenous as if a dam had just been broken, and now there was nothing holding back his own feelings. As you kissed him, gasping in between, your hands fumbled against his clothes, tugging at his t-shirt. He let you guide him, the shirt slipping off and revealing his toned torso.

You didn’t have long to appreciate them before you realized his own hands were on the waistband of your shorts, giving an experimental tug down. He shifted his gaze to you, waiting, and you nodded. He smirked and made quick work of discarding your bottoms, his breathing growing heavier now that the only thing left were the light pink cotton panties you wore.

“Caleb…” your lips found his again, pulling him back to you. As you two kissed, his lips trailing all over, marking you up in ways you had never dreamed about before. You gasped, arching up into him when you felt his bulge brushing over your core, the thin fabric of his pajama bottoms not enough of a barrier between the two of you.

The way he was breathing so heavily, his pants making you more aroused than you could have ever realized. One large hand slipped under your shirt, easily covering your entire breast. You whined when that same callous hand circled your breast, his fingers finding your nipple to pinch and play with until it firmed under his touch. You fidgeted against him, whining softly at his teasing treatment.

“Are you always this sensitive?” he asked, gazing down in amusement at your flushed cheeks. He laughed softly when you lightly glared at him. His voice lowered, his mouth so close to your right ear that when he spoke, you could feel butterflies fluttering in your belly. “Or is it…only for me?”

He kissed your neck soundly, the warmth of his lips still lingered even when he pulled back, his smoldering violet eyes gazing down at you with such desires, you quickly forgotten your frustration with him. His hands skimmed down your body, resting on your hips, his thumbs rubbing against the waistband of your panties. There was still some hesitancy left in him, as if he was afraid that once he crossed this line with you, things would never be like before.

You guided his fingers, letting more of the fabric slip lower and lower, his breathing the only sound heard in the stillness of your bedroom. Once he had slipped the garment off, it seemed like everything moved much faster, the restraints that held both of you back gone in that instance as you both succumbed to the once dormant desires within both of you.

“Ah…Caleb…!” You gasped as he grabbed your thighs, spreading you more. His hardened member pressed against your slick folds, the tip slipping in and you moaned as you took him in slowly. Your thoughts raced as you realized that not only was this happening, but Caleb was much bigger than you could have anticipated. Your belly tightened, body tensing as more of his large length filled you.

He kept you spread, his body leaning forward, the barely-contained groans filling your ears. “So fucking tight,” he rasped, “Fuck, you feel so…so good…better than I could…could have…imagined…”

Your chest heaved, the feverish expression you wore betrayed your feelings, showing him that his words barely registered in your head as all you could do was focus on the feel of him filling you so gloriously. He hummed happily as he leaned down and kissed your lips, giving one final thrust to fill you, your startled gasp swallowed by him as he continued to ravage your lips as he let you get used to the feel of him buried deep inside you.

“Ah…Ca…Caleb…” you whimpered his name in between kisses, your hips rolling against his.

Understanding your need, Caleb slowly pulled out before he thrusted back in, your moans more heavenly than he could have ever thought, and now that he had a taste of the once forbidden fruit, he knew he could never give you up even if he wanted to. Once he was sure you were enjoying yourself, he found a pace that was pleasurable for the both of you, letting go of all the previous hesitancy and yielding completely to this moment of passion.

With every movement, every burning touch, you moaned his name, begging and pleading with him for more, to take you harder, make you his completely. You had said his name so many times before, in so many different tones and with so many moods accompanying them, but he had never heard his name uttered in such a sweet, lascivious way as this with that pretty voice of yours spilling such perverted words. He could get addicted to this, wanting to greedily covet all of these sweet sounds for himself.

His length reached deeply inside you, hitting that sweet spot that had you arching into him, clenching around him. He groaned into your neck, his voice hoarse with desires. “Whatever you want,” he murmured, his voice so soft and lazy, it was almost like you were getting intoxicated by him, “I will give you.”

“Ca…Caleb…”

“Hmm…” He kissed you again, long and slow, savoring your lips and this moment for as long as he could. “I will never stop spoiling you,” he whispered, nipping your bottom lip. His forehead pressed to yours, and another roll of his hips had you arching into him, arms wrapped around his neck as you buried your face into his shoulder, crying softly. He gripped your legs on either side of him, pulling you closer to him as he shushed you gently. “You’re so close, baby,” he continued in that same leisure tone, his own groans of pleasure mixed in between his words, “Are you going to cum for me soon?”

“Ye…yes…”

“Yes what?” He was teasing you again, wanting to rile you up. He kissed along your neck once more, his sinfully sweet voice coaxing you closer to the edge. “Tell me. Say it with that pretty voice of yours.”

“Cale…Caleb…”

He hummed again, waiting. He pressed a kiss along your shoulder, his movements quickening to meet your needs.

“Oh god, Caleb!” You gripped him tighter, feeling every deep, hard thrust. You whimpered as he gripped your chin, keep your face close to his.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded, a lecherous smirk on his handsome face. “I want to see what you look like cumming on my cock.”

Oh, fuck.

At those perverted words, the long building climax came crashing, your body pulsing with pleasure as you cried out his name with such ecstasy. The sight of you beneath him, shaking in pleasure, lost in a blissful state of euphoria stole his breath away as he chased after his own climax, driving into you over and over again with reckless abandon.

You whimpered, his forearms suddenly resting on either side of you, keeping you completely trapped beneath him as he continued to penetrate you so deeply with quickened movements. His intense kisses assaulted your lips before his hips stuttered and suddenly, he was emptying into you, filling you with ropes of his seed.

“F-fuck…” he panted, his weight heavy on you. For what seemed like several minutes, you both stayed like this, feeling the aftershocks of your climaxes still coursing through your spent bodies. You could feel Caleb’s lazy kisses trailing along your neck, his lips finding your temple. He spoke first, voice soft and gentle, “Are you alright?”

You nodded tiredly, and he smiled.

He pulled out of you, breathing shuddering as his eyes took in the erotic sight of his cum dripping lewdly from your cunt. He didn’t say anything, but this was having more of an arousing effect on him than he could have realized. He swallowed and quickly looked up, meeting your satiated gaze. His expression softened, pleased to see you were in a calmer state now compared to earlier.

He settled down in bed, pulling you into his embrace. You arm draped over his chest as you both basked in the afterglow. The silence that followed was more comfortable this time as both your breathing slowed in time together.

Your eyes drifted close while Caleb ran his fingers through your hair, a troubled expression passed his features suddenly, almost as if he was unsure whether or not he should ruin this mood with the question lingering in his mind.

He didn’t want things to just get swept away, to be forgotten just like that, especially not when he knew you were in such pain before, and he doubted you were completely fine now. Whether this was a good decision or not, Caleb needed to at least try and break through this new barrier you had put up tonight. So, he asked: “Do you want to tell me about your nightmare?”

You stayed completely still in his arms, not moving or reacting in any way. You could sense Caleb’s intense stare, but he was patient as he waited for you to answer his sudden question.

You could still hear the explosion, the crackling of flames left in its wake. The heat was so unbearable, scorching like the fires of Hell itself.

You burrowed into Caleb’s embrace, shaking your head silently as you held him just a bit tighter, the squeeze a gentle reminder that he was still here, still in your arms.

He was safe.

He was safe in your arms.

And he was warm and real and here and yours.

“Alright,” Caleb whispered, his lips pressed to the top of your head. “I’ll be here if you ever want to tell me.”

Your voice sounded so small and helpless, as if you were a child again chasing after him. “You’ll be here?”

He smiled. “Even if I am away, I will always find my way home to you,” he said, his resolve strong. “From Skyhaven or wherever else, I will always return to you no matter the distance.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he answered, not missing a beat. Still seeing the worried creases on your face, Caleb rubbed your cheek affectionately, asking with a tinge of teasing in his voice, “Have I ever broken a promise to you?”

And you smiled for the first time that night, because no, he never had.

And he never will.

[simplyzeeka]

Ruffian

Part.1

Summary: Ryan has been living a lonely life on her farm for a decade now. With no family to seek company from, she developed a routine with just her and her animals, something that soothed her loneliness. Until her happiness came back a little earlier than expected.

Warnings: MDNI!!! Cussing, chaotic animals, oral (m and f receiving), dirty talk, p in v(no protection), face sitting if you squint. They just missed each other y'all 😔

A/n: So, uhmm. This was supposed to be straight fluff, nothing nasty at all. But sometimes, characters have a mind of their own.

5k+

Ryan always believed life in the countryside was much more peaceful. Although she hasn't even licked the city streets, she hears enough to have a clear and unbiased opinion about it. But that did not mean that the countryside did not have its chaos. “Daisy… Daisy! Come back here girl, where you goin’?”

And most of this chaos came from her small little farm, especially her Great Dane. If it weren't her chickens causing a ruckus, her sheep and goats were raining ditsy havoc. Her only peace came from her Friesian stallion, Ferris, always chewing on a bunch of hay in his stable away from the blasting heat.

Despite all this, Ryan loved her little farm. It was a place with many stories. Tragic and happy alike. She inherited the small plot from her grandmother who raised her into the woman she was, her parents having moved to the city since she was young as a way to send money back into the farm.

Ryan shook her head at her dog’s antics before turning back to the task before her. “Okay, Ro. We’re all done girl, you get some rest.” She spoke quietly to her cow, applying a post-dipping solution on each teat when the spotted animal did not have any more milk to give. Ryan took off her gloves and offered the cow a batch of hay, then left the stable after checking on Ro’s calf.

It was a rather long day, helping a cow give birth was the least of her expectations, luckily her grandmother had always prepared Ryan for such a situation. She carried the bucket of colostrum filled milk that would be used to feed the calf, but stopped to check on her Stallion. “What’s up big guy? Your water still good?” Ryan checked the stable for any irregularities.

Once satisfied she left the stable, securing the lash before a smooth velvet voice caught her attention. “That sissy still standin’? Thought he woulda been long dead.”

Ryan whipped her head behind her, there occupying the entrance of the shed. Worn out timbs and a pair of denim jeans that matched in condition. White wife beaters and a denim jacket over his shoulder, his signature silver chain hanging around his neck. Terrence Richmond was still as handsome as he was all those years ago.

“You lyin’ to me.” Ryan shook her head, eyes blinking slowly, there was no way he stood in front of her currently. It was too early, he wasn't supposed to be back until a few weeks. See, Ryan knew that she should stop smoking the pre-rolls that Willow always brought, they tended to leave her more paranoid than relaxed.

The smile he let out from her quiet whisper was enough to spark a flamelet to her, he really was here. Years and years of being separated and finally, he was in front of her. , “I’m right here, baby.” He dropped the bags in his hand and opened his arms.

It took a while for Ryan to react, rendered speechless just by the mere fact that he was here… with her and near her. Next thing one step turned into two, then three before she was spriniting in his direction. Ryan wasted no time locking her body around his, legs around his waist and her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Terry held her even tighter, his hands gripping at her thighs so he could hold her up. A soft scent of cinnamon and peaches invaded his nose so delicately that he brushed his nose against her neck to inhale more of the sweet scent.

“I thought you was gon’ be out in a few weeks. I aint even prepare nothin’ for you, coulda held a party or somet-.”

Terry didn't allow her to finish, “Ry baby, I dont need a party. This is good, this is perfect.” Terry protested, honestly so because there was no better way than for him to celebrate his return than with his fiancé.

Ryan held his face, a small pinch between her brows as she inspected his face. “I coulda bought you somethin’ nice at least.”

Terry laughed, knowing that Ryan always wanted nothing more than to please. Her heart plummeted at the sound, she missed it… thought she'd never hear it again, but Terry had a way of always coming back to her. “God, I missed you, like a fish outta water.”

Their noses nudged as she spoke, until the distance between their lips became a little too much to bear and Terry pressed their lips together. He swallowed the sound of her content sigh, felt her relax as she leisurely responded.

The small flame in her heart spread to the rest of her body, little embers flicking off her body when his hands grabbed at her supple flesh intentionally.

Ryan grew into her womanhood, everything about her screamed ‘grown’ and Terry loved every moment of that realisation. Ten years… he hasn't seen his woman for ten years, didn't watch her grow and grow with her. But he had time to spare now, and he would be damned if he didn't spend it on Ryan.

It took being placed on a block of hay and Terry stepping between her legs that made her push him away gently. “Mmm wait baby, we can't. Ro just calved.” She explained breathlessly while playing with the charm on his chain.

“Ro? As in little Ro?” Terry asked shocked, “She getting down and busy?” Ryan rolled her eyes and smacked his shoulder with a laugh.

“Ro ain't so little no more. And, she been gettin’ down and busy. This her third baby.”

Terry immediately moved his body away from Ryan, running her fingers through his short curls. “Somebody got my baby pregnant?” He frowned at the declaration, no longer in the mood to get acquainted with Ryan’s body. This was big.

Ryan huffed at his Oscar winning antics. “Terry, please. She damn near eleven years old, and also a cow. Breedin’ is what they do.” She explained, not that she thought they had to, he knew what it was when he bought Ro.

“Yeah, but not my Ro.”

Ryan cackled at that, he never failed to treat all the livestock on this farm like children… except her horse of course. She couldn't blame him, Terry and Ryan bought Ro off a cow breeder before he left for the military. They were only twenty years old, freshly engaged and had a dream to grow a farm together… their farm. Ro was their first cow, a big accomplishment because cows were expensive as hell.

“Okay, Soldier. Calm down.” Ryan got up from the hay and walked over to Terry. “How bout you help me carry the milk to the kitchen?” She suggested, pointing at the half full bucket of milk behind him.

Reluctantly, Terry obliged, he picked up the bucket and followed Ryan to the kitchen. She did some work to the small area, it looked different from the last time he saw it.

“You recolored?” He asked, placed the bucket on the floor before looking around. It smelled like freshly baked cookies, which didn't surprise Terry, he knew how much Ryan loved to bake.

“Mhm, got tired of the grey.” Ryan grabbed the bucket of milk and poured it in baby bottles for the calf when it woke up, she had fed it a while before it went into a deep sleep.

Terry couldn't help but to watch her, like really watch her. Her face, her hair, her skin. Everything about her. Dressed in a plain shirt, the front of it tied in a knot, showing a bit of her stomach. Flared jeans that hugged her thighs enticingly. As always, Ryan wore a low cut, stetson hat on her head, she wouldn't leave the house without one on.

She looked good, damn good and Terry found himself unable to keep composure again. A few tentative steps was all it took until he was behind her. His hands placed on her hips while his fingers dig into her belt loops as to pull her hips into his.

Ryan let out a soft laugh when she felt tickling kisses behind her ear travelling to her neck. He smelled like he always did. Honey and a hint of musk. “I'm tryna concentrate, Terrence.” Ryan began, not detering from her task, just as stubborn as Terry was on his because he didn't let up on her.

“You can do this later. Come on, Ry. I miss you.” Terry countered.

Ryan shook her head, this was important, the baby needed their milk. “And I got you later. Gon’ make you dinner and everythin’.” She turned to face him, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers playing with the little curls on the nape of his neck.

Terry sighed and looked down at her. She was so pretty. Her cheeks softly filled out, cheekbones lifting as she smiled. He bit his lower lip to stop himself from letting out a soft grunt of frustration, how was he supposed to hold off when she looked this good.

“Alright, I'ma hold you to that.” He nodded, sending a small smack to her ass and a kiss to her plump lips. “Anything you need me to help with?”

“Can you check on Ro?” Terry nodded in agreement, pecking her lips one more time before retreating from the kitchen.

“Yes ma'am.”

Time passed slowly, that when evening rolled in, Ryan was already spent from her day. She made sure that Ro and her calf were settled in for sleeping as all her other babies. As usual, her chickens gave her more of a run around, but Terry helped put them in their coop.

She had just finished with dinner, opted for a bit of a full plate as Terry's first proper meal since being back.

He was currently in the shower washing the day away while she got the table ready. She had Janet Jackson playing in the background, something she always did to decompress from a busy day of farm work.

“Terry! Come on now. The food gettin’ cold.” She called out, impatiently seated, waiting for him so they could eat.

“I'm here, I'm here.” He rushed down the stairs. His heavy steps creaked on loose floorboards. He marvelled at the effort that Ryan put into making such a vast dinner for him. Terry couldn't remember the last time he's had a proper meal straight out the pot.

“Smells good baby.” He complimented, landing a peck on her cheek before he took a seat in front of her. “Looks good too.”

Ryan smiled in appreciation, “Thank you, baby.” She did a little jiggle at the compliment, causing Terry to laugh endearingly. “Alright, let's eat. I'm hungrier than a tic on a teddy bear.”

And at that they dug in. Ryan and Terry caught up with everything they have missed together. Ten years, and Ryan still couldn't help but feel like a giddy school kid around Terry. He always had that effect on her, and something told her that he always would.

Terry ate like a man starved and Ryan used this time he was distracted to admire him. He gained muscle… a lot of muscle. While he wasn't necessarily a man of small stature, Terry came back with his clothes stretched out. She eyed his prominent veins pop out everytime he flexed his arm even the slightest.

He trimmed his beard out and kept his goatee. It was a small change, but a nice one. She remembered constantly calling him ‘patchy’ back when he was trying to fully grow it but it wouldn't grow the way he liked it.

Once dinner was done, Terry offered to wash the dishes since Ryan cooked. “You go get the bed ready, pretty. I'ma be up there in a few.”

Ryan nodded and her small feet pattered up the stairs to her bedroom. She made sure to turn the ceiling fan on, the heat making her a little irritated. “Hotter than satan’s crack.” She mumbled lowly, naive to the presence in the room.

“Wouldn't be feeling so hot if you got out those jeans.” Terry commented from behind her, arms wrapping around her torso. “You tryna get me out my clothes, Mr. Richmond?” She turned to face him, hands rested against his ripple chest.

Terry playfully shook his head, nudging his nose against hers. “Nah, I wouldn't dare, Mrs. Richmond.”

Fuck she loved that, she couldn't wait until she could become that formally. Ryan landed a kiss on his lips, missed that. Missed kissing him so much, touching him and loving him.

The kiss picked up pace. While Terry had always been an impatient man, the time they have spent apart left him with an insatiable hunger. Ryan breathed him in, cupping his lower jaw as to pull away slightly for some air. Terry chased her lips, not giving a damn about breathing with Ryan this close in his proximity.

They crashed together again, then stumbled everywhere in the room. Terry tapped her thigh twice, before he rested his hands on the underside of her thighs and picked her up with ease, and on the bed he laid Ryan gently.

Her hands fumbled with her belt buckle, not wanting to waste anymore time talking and laughing. She wanted him, in every way he came to her.

Terry took over, gently removing her hands and undid the buckle himself, except he took his time. Once the leather was gone, he unbuttoned her jeans with his teeth, sliding them down her thick thighs along with the orange lace panties that he wished he had taken the time to appreciate on her.

Ryan was breathing heavily, watching as Terry kissed on her exposed stomach. He was serenading her with his lips, silently telling her how much he missed her.

The pillows of his lips moved from her stomach, down to her pelvis. He kissed the visible scar on the soft skin, one she got when she tried shaving without any guidance for the first time.

By the feel of his lips moving lower, Ryan was too anticipated to let him do what he wanted. She wasn't in the mood for foreplay.

“Terry, I don't need that now.” She whispered as she rested on her elbows, looking down at the earthiness of his eyes. Fuck him for being so beautiful.

“Hm? What you need then?”

Ryan shook her head, she knew what he wanted. He wanted her to explicitly tell him what she wanted. But how could she so boldly tell him that she wanted to be stuffed with his dick.

“Closed mouths don't get fed, baby. Gotta let me know what you want so I can give it to you.”

“I can't, T.” She reasoned softly.

“Yes you can, I know you can. You know why? Cause you're my baby, and my baby listens.”

Ryan sighed heavily, unable to understand why he couldn't just fuck her and call it a night. Now he was bringing all this Military obedience bullshit to her at the worst of times. It frustrated her.

“Terry, come on. Please.”

He noted her frustration, sighed in disappointment before he stood to his full height. “Okay baby.”

“We'll fix that some other time.”

And she knew that was a promise he was going to keep. Ryan smiled in relief, gasped suddenly when he kissed her feverishly.

This kiss was sloppy. They nipped at each other's lips before Ryan granted him access into her mouth.

And inevitably, allowed entrance into her leaking folds as well.

It wasn't just his muscles that grew, his dick seemed to have gained an extra pound as well because it laid heavy inside her, stretching her out that she knew nobody would ever be able to fill his space, not that she wanted anybody to.

Ryan struggled to take it, regardless of the fact that he was going slow, she still couldn't take it. The mushroom of his tip brushed carelessly at the soft tissue of her spot at every thrust, it had her recoiling away everytime he pulled out.

“Don't piss me off, Ryan. You wanted this right?” Terry gritted out, his grip on her hips tight as she rolled his hips up into her yet again. Slow, deep strokes. Just as she liked. “Hm? Answer me, baby.”

Her pussy was gold. Always has been, always will be. Ryan had no right to grip at him like that and expect him to let her run. You couldn't offer somebody candy and expect them not to indulge, it was inhumane, at least to Terry it was.

He had her holding her legs, presenting herself to him so she could watch where their hips met without obstruction. Ryan's essence pooled around her thighs and Terry's, leaked out everytime he pulled out the piping heat of her pussy to where his tip is all that stayed, before he dove his heavy dick back inside her so he could kiss her insides.

“Fuck. Y-yes I did.” Ryan managed to respond, her brows drawn together, her eyes too stuck on where they connected. Watched as rings of cream coasted the thick base of his dick. “Fat fuckin’ dick. Oh my… yess.” She whispered softly, throwing her head back, her grip on her thighs tightened ever so oftenly.

“And you love me, hmm baby? You love me don't you?”

“Yes yes yes yesss. Love you so much. Oh my God.” Ryan looked up at him with teary eyes.

“So don't run from what you love baby, don't run from me. Take this dick, there you go, girl. Pretty fuckin’ pussy.”

He fucked like a grown man now too. Before he left, Terry and Ryan had good sex, she wouldn't dispute that. But it never felt like this, he definitely missed her, and he sure as fuck was showing her just how much.

“So deep, so fuckin’ deep, T. Just like that.”

“Yeah? In your stomach baby?” Terry watched where his dick poked out on her stomach.

But Ryan shook her head dumbly, he felt way beyond that. “In my- shittt. In my heart.”

“In your heart?” Terry laughed, the sound causing Ryan's walls to pulsate around as they clenched. That drew a hiss out of Terry before he continued. “Dick got you talkin’ dumb baby.”

Ryan moaned at that. Fuck she liked that, she liked that a lot. It made her ooze more of her juices, down her ass and onto the bed.

“Ease up mama, let me in.” Terry groaned, struggling to dig her out the way he wanted to because she gripped at his dick so tight, sucking him in with every thrust. “Open up, Ryan. Let Daddy in.”

“Shittt.” She creamed at that. Fuck he was so sexy, so so sexy she wanted to give him children. Ryan tried to open up more, but the heaviness of his dick made it hard. He was impaling her, and he expected her to make that easier for him?

Terry wrapped her legs around his waist, leaned lower, his elbows near either side of her head. Their foreheads touched and Ryan wasted no time touching on him.

He was angled so much deeper like this, but that wasn't what had her heart pumping. The way he looked at her, while slowly pumping her full of dick had her reciting her love for him all over again.

“I love you, love you so fuckin’ much, T.” She spoke with her eyes stuck on his, hands caressing his jaw as her mouth fell open at his pace. “Fuck yesss.”

“Fuck this pussy magic. Wanna die in it, wetting me up so good. Pretty baby, you so pretty Ry. You hear me? So so pretty. Love you, till death yeah?.”

And she believed him, believed that he would die for her because Terry has shown her his love, showed her that she deserves that kind of love, and that kind of love deserved her.

“Oh my God… I'ma cum. I'm cummin’ baby.”

“I know, I feel it baby, I feel you. Let it go, cum on your dick mama.” He coached her, leaving kisses on her face as he maintained the pace of his hips. He whispered profanities and sweet everything's in her ear as Ryan squeezed around him.

“Fuck fuck fuhhh. Oh my God, I love you.” She gasped when she gushed on him heavily. Her cum leaked out of her, damn near pushing Terry out of her walls. He fucked her through it, kissing her slightly sweaty skin.

He pulled away from her, rubbing her thighs lovingly and watched as she caught her breath. “Turn over, I ain't done.” Terry sent a small smack to the side of her thighs and laughed when he heard her whine but still as obedient as ever, oblige to his command.

On her elbows and knees, Ryan spread her legs slightly, earning an appreciative hum from Terry as he gripped at her plump ass.

“Look at you.” He said, eyeing the slick that covered her heat before blowing on her swollen bud. “She missed me, hmm?” he asked no one in particular, yet still, Ryan responded with a silent “Yes, Sir.” that had Terry grabbing the base of his dick. The sound of her accent didn't make this any better.

He sent a long stripe from her clit to her pulsating hole. Sucked her bud into his mouth and gave her pussy lazy kisses that left Ryan leaking again.

Ryan gripped at the sheets in front of her. This man was insatiable, and she knew that there was a long night ahead of her, if not a few days as well. “Shit shit shit, like that. Just like that.”

He hummed against her, the vibrations creating pressure waves inside of her, amplifying the pleasure that was being sent to her brain. “Taste so fucking good, look at this shit.” Terry said and spread her lips apart, before diving back in, slipping his pink muscle inside her and exploring more of her taste.

Ryan's thighs shook, almost causing her to fall out of the position. “Keep that fucking arch, Ryan. You hear me?”

She whined in response, pinched her eyes together from the slight overstimulation.

Terry was a noisy eater, slurping and slipping. Didn't even mind moaning at her taste, occasionally praising how much she got wet, how pretty her pussy looked, how much he loved her.

Once he was done with his oral loving, he teased Ryan's entrance with his tip. Slapped it against her clit a few times before sliding it between her folds.

Once he slowly plunged into her slowly, he threw his head back and whimpered shamelessly. The sound made Ryan smile to herself, loving how he expressed himself freely in that sense.

“Fuckk, not sure if I can hold off mama.” She muttered, pulled out then plunged back in again, the sight made his dick twitch. “Can't believe I went ten years without this pussy. Never again, okay baby?”

Terry began the relentless thrusting. Pulled her hips back against him, watching the recoil of her ass in appreciation. “Never again. Gon’ die in this shit if I have to.” His bottom lip sank between his teeth, watching himself enter her with more and more cream decorating his veiny dick.

Ryan was at a loss of words, couldn't speak as tears filled her eyes. Dick couldn't be this good. She understood now why women often fought for their men, there was no way she's ever letting up on this. Terry would get fucked up for even doing something as stupid as think of getting with another woman.

Naturally, she threw her ass back on him, because she missed him. And he deserved this, deserved so much more. “Fuckkk that's it, show out mama. Take your dick, just like that. Taking me so good, it's yours ain't it?”

The sound of skin clapping and squelching could be heard in the room, accompanied by the sound of their persistent moans and whimpers. Their declarations of love and praises.

“So big, stretchin’ me so much. Fuck, let up Terry.” Ryan cried out, reached behind her to push against his stomach. Terry ignored that, instead, he just slid back in deeper. He angled his hips that made him kiss her cervix with so much pressure. Ryan opened her mouth agape and her arm fell forward to grip the sheets.

"Why you fucking me like this?" She moaned out elongated, using the leverage of her elbows to pull her hips away from him.

"Cause you deserve it. You deserve this nut, baby." Terry gritted out, so concentrated at the work he was putting between her thighs, watching the mesmerising waves on her ass every time their skin slapped.

"Working so hard every damn day, takin' care of the house, the farm. You don't gotta worry bout that no more though, cause Daddy's home. You hear me, Ry?" Terry angled his hip in a way that dug her out in a way that would have had her promising babies, but she held off.

All she could do was nod, grip the sheets harder. Her moans leaking out her mouth like the faucet between her legs. "Mh mh, say it. Say Daddy's home baby."

“Daddy’s home… fuckkk daddy's home. I'm bout to cum.”

“Right behind you baby, cum with me baby. Hold it just a little longer.”

Ryan tried, she tried so hard to listen but she couldn't hold it. She began squirming on him, yelling chants of ‘I love you's’.

The feel of her clenching sent Terry over the edge. “Fuck fuck fuckk, I'm cummin’.” He grunted before he spilled inside her then fucked his nut inside her.

The two gathered their breath, catching a sense of time and space while coming down their highs.

Once Terry pulled out, Ryan believed she was done. “Sit up baby.” Terry called out gently, rubbing her back gently as she moved around the bed.

Once she was sat on the bed, she was face to face-to-face with his slick covered dick. He definitely was bigger, and the sight of his cum mixed with hers had her mouth watering.

Ryan looked up at Terry, the corners of his lips lifted slightly. “You okay?” He asked for assurance to continue first, the ball was in her hands.

Ryan eagerly nodded. She wanted this, needed this even. “Clean me up then.” he ordered.

Hesitantly, she wrapped her hands around him. Even with both hands, his head still peaked out. The weight of it felt tantalising.

“Don't play around with that shit, Ry. Eat it up.”

Immediately, her lips wrap around his head, sucking gently. Her eyes met his when her tongue poked out to lick from her shaft to the base. They tasted good together, like a match made perfectly in heaven.

Ryan slid her mouth around him, sliding her lips lower as she inhaled. Her hands wrapped around what she couldn't fit into her mouth. He felt heavier on her tongue. “That's right, nice and slow. Ain't goin’ nowhere mama.” Terry watched with his lip caught between his teeth.

His brows furrowed as she took him with skill, just as he taught her all those years ago. Ryan began bobbing her head, her eyes already getting teary at the way he stretched her mouth open.

“Just like that. My baby getting me right. Take what you need.”

Ryan picked up the pace, slurping at his dick like it was her last meal, slowly easing him deeper in her throat, her nose slowly inching towards his pelvis.

“Look at you. Nasty ass, you love this dick Ryan?”

She nodded her head, hummed in response as well knowing that would drive him crazy. By now, she was damn near deep throating him, his tip kissing the back of her throat.

Ryan clenches her throat around his head which causes Terry to buck his hips forward. Ryan pulled away to get some air, breathing loudly as her hand twisted around the weight of the muscle.

She tapped the head against her tongue before sliding it back into her mouth.

Terry laughed, he wanted to be gentle, wanted to let her do her thing. But now she had him worked up, teasing him as if she wanted him to show out.

Gripping the back of her head, Terry pulled her away from him, before guiding her back towards his head.

“Breathe, baby. Breath.” He instructed, watching as Ryan nodded in understanding.

Terry slid into her mouth, watching her jaw relax as she breathed, right until her nose touched his pelvis. He heard her gag and relieved her by pulling out.

Tears adorned her eyelids, falling when she blinked up at him with spit running down her chin. “So good baby, you think you can do it?”

Ryan nodded her head. “Yeah, I can, promise. Please.”

“Mhm, ‘course you can.” He said before siding back into her mouth. “Love being slutted out, don't you mama. Mi get yuh, baby.”

The patois, fuck the patois. It wasn't often that she heard it before he left, only ever when he was angry. Then he spoke in patois, but during sex? Ryan has never heard it, and she's not sure she wanted him to stop.

Ryan hummed around his dick. He used her mouth for good measure. “You so pretty like this.” He praised as his thrusted into her mouth gently, loving the sight of her lips wrapping around him.

Ryan did a few tricks with her tongue, drawing him closer to his orgasm. “Fuckkk Ry. Fuck baby, I'm bout to nut. You gon catch it?” He asked breathlessly, brows pinched together as his grip on her head tightened.

Ryan moaned around him, her hands rested on top of his thighs. The room filled with sounds of gagging and Terry's moans.

It didn't fall unnoticed to Terry the hands that rested between Ryan's legs. She was playing with herself, smearing his nut between her fold as she rubbed leisure circles on her sensitive bud. Perhaps she liked Terry in her mouth more than she thought she did.

Terry laughed at that sight, pulled out of her mouth and heard as she gasped to take a breath. Ryan chased the head of his dick, clearly not happy with how soon it ended, he didn't even cum yet. Despite all the spit running down her chest and the tears that filled her eyes, she still wanted more.

Terry teased her, pulling her head back everytime she got close to having him back in her mouth. “Terry, come on.” She whispered desperately.

Hr knew she could get down and grimey if she wanted to. Terry knew that Ryan could fuck him to sleep if she wanted to, if only she could stop being so shy. They'd get there though, he'll make sure of it.

“It's right there baby, go head and take it.” He urged, tilting her head to see her face better. “Or you want me to give it to you?” Ryan immediately nodded her head, she liked him being rough, taking what he needed because he knew she would do nothing but give.

“You lazy as fuck Ryan. Daddy gon get you right, though.”

His hand let go of her hair, wrapped his hand around her neck instead, squeezed just enough to slow down the blood from going to her head.

Ryan felt a little lightheaded when Terry pulled her up to where she stood on her feet. Her hand wrap around his wrist, her eyes crossed eve so slightly when he squeezed tighter. “Fuck.” She whispered.

Terry pecked her lips. Once, twice, and a few more times. “You okay, baby?” He asked, releasing some tension on her neck but kept his hand there.

“Mhm, I'm fine. Thank you.” She smiled tiredly.

“Good. Cause I aint finished. Come sit on my face.”

“Terry. I'm tired, I got a lot of work tomorrow.” She shook her head incredulously. There was no way he could possible have that much energy. What water are they giving these men in the military?

“And ain't I say Daddy's home?. I'ma help with all that.” He tapped her thigh.

Ryan sighed and climbed over him on the bed, hovered over his face slightly, clearly worried about suffocating him.

“Don't play with me, Ryan. I said sit.”

Ryan rolled her eyes, happy he couldn't see her. “Sir, yes Sir.” She mumbled before lowering on his perfectly sculpted face, his eyes gazing up at her as he munched away between her thighs.

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Chapter 3.5

Grayson family x child dragon reader

𝟙, 𝟚, 𝟛, 𝟛.𝟝, 𝟜, 𝟝

Global Defense Agency — Deep Monitoring Sector

Rows of monitors flickered in dim blue light, casting pale reflections on Cecil Stedman’s face. He stood still, arms crossed, staring at the central screen — a live-updating diagram pulsing with energy readings.

— “Run it again,” he said.

A young analyst nervously tapped keys on his console. The graph reloaded, spreading like a heartbeat wave across the map.

— “Same irregularity, sir,” the tech said. “Localized around the Grayson residence. It’s not radioactive or magical. It’s... something else. The signature doesn’t match anything in the GDA database.”

— “But it’s alive,” Cecil muttered.

The tech hesitated. Then nodded.

— “Yes, sir. It’s moving. Breathing, even. Like a pulse. The weird part is, it started right after that energy drop Nolan brought back from his last mission”

Cecil didn’t respond immediately. He lit a cigarette, the ember burning softly in the low light. He didn’t like being wrong — and this time, he had the sinking feeling he was very right.

The screen flickered again. New data.

A spike.

— “There,” he said. “What the hell is that?”

The analyst’s voice was tight: “Temperature in the surrounding atmosphere dropped by nearly six degrees. In the middle of spring. It’s not just energy now — it’s affecting the environment”

Another pulse on the screen. Another chill.

Cecil narrowed his eyes.

— “And Nolan hasn’t said a damn word about it”

He turned away from the monitors, slowly walking toward a back console where a different feed was displayed — this one more secure. Experimental. Monitoring vitrumite-related anomalies within range of Earth.

Normally, it tracked Nolan.

Today, there were two dots. One small. One still unstable.

— “Well, well... Looks like someone brought home a souvenir” he murmured.

He took a slow drag from the cigarette, eyes narrowing as he watched the readings shift again. The smaller signal pulsed in bursts — unpredictable, but growing stronger.

Alive. Evolving.

Cecil exhaled smoke through his nose and muttered to himself:

— “Let’s see what you’re hiding, Grayson”

Underground GDA HQ — a few hours before Nolan returns home

Sleek, dim corridors. A low mechanical hum. Nolan’s cape stirred behind him as he entered the briefing room.

Cecil stood at the far end, arms crossed, flanked by holographic monitors. He gave Nolan a nod, expression unreadable behind that ever-present stubble and the surgical scars.

— “Appreciate you coming by so quickly”

— “You said it was urgent”

— “Mm. Let’s call it... timely” Cecil gestured toward one of the displays. “We picked up a signal. Low energy. Not Viltrumite, but... strange. Organic”

Nolan didn’t flinch, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

— “Where?”

Cecil zoomed the map with two fingers. A blip appeared — subtly placed over the general area of his home.

— “Near here. Kinda odd, right? No major incidents. No registered tech spikes. But definitely... something”

A pause.

Nolan said nothing.

Cecil gave a slow, casual shrug.

— “Could be nothing. Could be some new alien plant taking root in the backyard”

His tone was light, but his eyes were sharp, watching every muscle on Nolan’s face.

— “And you brought this to me because...?”

— “Because I trust your instincts more than most. And hey—since you just got back from that scorched ice-planet graveyard, I figured you’d be interested”

Nolan didn’t respond immediately. His voice, when it came, was neutral.

— “There was nothing there”

Cecil nodded.

— “Right. Empty. Frozen. Dead”

Another pause.

He smiled — small, but precise.

— “Still, funny thing. Radiation on your suit didn't match the known profile of that system. Some low-level bio-signatures we can’t quite match to anything. Guess space has its secrets”

Nolan’s eyes locked with his.

Cecil held his gaze.

Then he turned toward the screen again, tone deceptively casual.

— “Anyway. Just keeping you in the loop”

The message was clear:

"I’m watching. I don’t know yet what you did — but I will."

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Chapter 4

[jybyls]

Too pretty || J.O

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Synopsis: Jenna finds that skirt too pretty on you.

Warnings: Smut, oral, public sex, fingering, and my terrible writing.

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Jenna's POV:

My girlfriend and I were out shopping, she wanted new clothes so I decided to spoil her. I've been waiting for her to come out of the dressing room for five minutes now. She tried different skirts and came out to show them to me each time. She was trying her last skirt but was taking forever to put it on.

“Hey, love, you're alright in there ?” I wondered what was going on in there. “Um, yeah, I'm fine. Actually, could you come in here ?” She asked me, and she sounded a little breathless. I was a bit confused, I didn't verbally anwser and just walked in the dressing room. That's when I saw her, hands on her hips, breathing heavily, the skirt was half put on, I couldn't help but laugh at her state.

“What happened to you, darling ?” I giggled at her, “Don't laugh at me ! Help me, I can't zip my skirt up !” She softly whined at my teasing. I walked closer to her, my signature smirk on my face, “Turn around.” She didn't waste a second and turned around. Her back was facing me. I zipped up her skirt, my right hand was on her hip to stabilize her, and I passed my other hand on her skirt to place it correctly. My arms quickly found their way around her waist, hugging her from behind as I dropped my head on her shoulder, I took a minute to admire her.

She looked so good it was almost hard to believe she was real.

“You look gorgeous, my love” I whispered before kissing her cheek. My mouth explored down from her jaw to her neck, I moved my arms so my hands could properly grip her hips, and she threw her head back into my shoulder as I suck on her skin. I felt a heat growing in my stomach, she looked too pretty in that skirt, I could devoure her, my hands squeezed her side as I pulled her closer to me.

“Jenna...” She whispered, “Yes, darling ?” I mumbled against her neck, finding myself not able to tear away from her soft skin. “What are you doing ?” She caressed my hair gently. I smiled before looking into her eyes through the mirror in front of us, “I'm just kissin' my girlfriend. Why ?” I answered.

She rolled her eyes at me, a soft smile not leaving her lips. I also noticed how red her cheeks got, and I wanted to make them redder. My hand travelled down her waistline, I heard her breath becoming irregular, my teasing was definitely affecting her. “Jenna, we can't do this here.” Her voice was shaky, her skin got hotter, and her cheeks got redder like I expected. “Why not ?” I asked. My hands went down her legs as my mouth went back to her neck.

“Because people might hear us.” A quiet moan left her lips when I squeezed her thigh, “Then let them hear, my love.” I whispered in her ear before softly biting her earlobe. I knew she gave in when I felt her body melting in my arms, “Is this a yes ?” I wanted to make sure I had her consent, “It's a yes, sweetheart.” I didn't waste any more second to turn her around and kiss her passionatly. My hand was on the back of her thigh, the other one was holding her small back, and her arms were wrapped around her neck as her fingers were playing with my baby hair.

I dropped her leg so I could get a grip of her ass, I squeezed her butt which made her moan. I stepped closer to the wall and pinned her to it. She gasped in my mouth, "Fuck." She whispered, her hips rocking against mine as I kissed down her neck. I kissed my way down her abdomen, my hands are working on her panties.

I pulled her panties down, and my mouth claimed her thighs with tones of kisses. "Please, Jen." She looked down at me, her hand in my hair tugging me closer to her cunt. "Yeah ? You want this now ?" I teased, kissing her skirt. "Yes, please, love." She begged. She knows how much I love it when she begs.

I can't resist her for too long, and I wanted this first, so I gave in and started attacking her pussy, my tongue curling inside her warm walls. I grabbed her leg and put on my shoulder. I held her hip and squeezed her thigh as I devoured her.

She tried to compress her moans by biting her hand that wasn't gripping my hair. "Quiet down, sweetheart, employees could hear you." My words sent a virabiton through her entire body as I warned her, but she didn't seem to care. I took her panties and shoved it in her mouth. She groaned at the contact of the tissue. She could taste herself on it. I continued my assault on her pussy, two of my fingers easily slide in from how wet she was.

My mouth was basically making out with her clit as my fingers rammed into her. I felt her walls clenching on my fingers telling me she was getting close. Her hips grinded against my face, using my face to reach her climax. Her free hand was trying to hold onto something, she threw her head back, veins popping up her neck.

I went deeper into her, deseperate to make her cum, my finger moved faster curling every now and then, my tongues circling her clit making her see star. I heard her mumbling something against her panties, "Close, darling ?" I whispered. She nodded frantically, her eyes were shut and sweat was dripping down her forehead.

Three deep thrust was all she needed to cum on my fingers. I slowed down my pace before pulling my fingers out of her. I got up, taking her panties out her of her mouth, then soflty kissing her. She lazily kissed me back.

I chuckled at her tired state, wrapping my arms around her waist to hold her up. "I think we need to buy this skirt, now." I chuckled softly as I caressed her back. She chuckled in my neck and nodded, "Yeah." Her voice came out in a quiet tone, I laughed to myself. "Let's get you home so I can clean you up and take care of you."

I helped put her clothes on, she fixed her hair and make-up the best she could, "Good ?" I asked.

"Good." I held my hand out for her. We walked outside the dressing room, some eyes on us, but I smirked proudly, maybe too proudly because she nudged my arm.

I don't think this store will allow us to come in here again.

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A/n: Hi :)

Sorry, this is terrible. I promise I got better fic in coming.

Have a good day/night. Love on ya <33

[ilysungho]

i feel like we dont get enough dom!riwoo on here!! do u have any thoughts on dom riwoo ?! 🙈🙈 i literally cant get him out my mind,, feel like he'd be so mean but so nice all at once ~_~

- @hazeytae :3

I WAS ABOUT TO START WRITING A DOM!RIWOO FIC BECAUSE I THOUGHT THE SAME HELLO? you read my mind love 💗 this turned out WAY longer than i thought it would be but enjoy hehe ☺️

dom!riwoo would be so mean and nice all at once, i agree! he’d have his signature cocky smile on his face as he feels you grind on his lap during a makeout session. his voice is so gorgeous and i just know he would talk to you a lot, even hum at you as you beg for more from him. but he’d take it oh so slowly. granted he doesn’t mind quickies, but he would want to savor the moment when he has the time. he’d say how your his pretty girl, but then ask “or do you want to be my pretty slut for the night?”. your reaction says it all as he buries his face into your neck, leaving wet and sloppy kisses because he knows you like how the air hits the saliva on your skin, making you moan softly as you hug his chest. the grinding doesn’t falter as he tells you to take your shirt off for him, flaunting your braless figure for him to mark. he’d smirk at how thoughtful you are for not wearing anything underneath, but even then he’s pretty good at unhooking your bra with a single pinch.

~ more under cut!

riwoo would draw shapes and words on your back as he sucks your delicate nipples, humming at your moans as you feel your panties getting wetter. his jeans might have a stain before he gets down to where you need him, but it’s ok. it’s not like he needs the clothes soon anyways. his tongue would paint all over your skin so expertly that all you can do is wonder how he does it so well every time. he’d definitely want to have sex regularly, whether it be quickies, or soft and sensual sex, or hard and kinky sex. he’s into all of it and if you weren’t then that’s also ok. he’d only go as far as you allow. as he kisses your marked up breasts, he’d bend you backwards onto the mattress/couch, while kissing down your stomach, holding onto your back so preciously. he loves how you arch your back to let him do so, getting so turned on to be able to see your soaked, translucent cloth barely covering your needy cunt now. he’d smirk as he teases you for it, but you can’t even tell him off as you’re humping your hips up to his lips while begging for more. “mhm ok darling, whatever you want.” falls out of his perfectly plump lips as he pulls the useless cloth off of you. he’s conditioned you by now to take two fingers immediately when wet, and that’s what he does while his tongue drinks your juices and flicks your clit. he’d moan teasingly against the sensitive skin to get you even more riled up, the vibrations not even close to the ones from your vibrators he’d bought for you. you liked how his irregular hums made you shake over his touch, and he liked how you shook under him as he teased you so gently. but it’s not the most he’d tease you. oh no, he would tease you for so long. he’d eat you out for hours on end if he could, sending you to the edge multiple times with just his tongue and fingers.

as you whine about how you’re going to cum, riwoo would sit up, still fingering you while he tells you to let it out, taking his dick out to put a condom on in the process. and when you do, he’d take your cum and use it as lube to finally fuck you (for the first time out of many rounds). the penetration would have you arch your back once again from how he’d fill you up fuller than his fingers had. his cock would be an average length, curved and a little on the thin side. yet your pussy would swallow him up and clench around him so perfectly. he’d tongue the insides of his cheek, still coated with the taste of you, as he smirks at how well you’re taking him despite just cumming.

this would go on for a while, the two of you changing positions often, with him particularly being a fan of fucking you sideways with your hands pinned to your back and upper leg on his shoulder. as the rounds continue on, he’d get more vulgar with his word choices too. degrading you with every thrust, his pace wouldn’t falter. he’s a dancer after all; he’s used to hard practices so he has built up a good amount of stamina. and he wouldn’t stop until your overstimulated and squirting all over his dick. after all, he’d only be satisfied once you make a mess <3

[hiromusicarts-blog]

ただいま発売中のJazz Life 10月号に新譜「叙情 - Lyric Suite」のレビューが掲載されています。 ヒロオガワのことを、とことん知り尽くした深い目線に驚愕と恥ずかしさを禁じ得ない内容です。 確かに現代音楽風ではあるけれど、プログレ的なアプローチであることを見透かされてしまった。悪い気はしないけれどね。ただ、無調であったり、変拍子であったりする曲も割と入っているので、そこは見解が分かれるところだ。「異質な作品ではなく～代表作として列するべき」と言う力強いお言葉に感謝します。最後に「小難しそうなのに聴きやすい」と言う言葉が、印象的でした。 レビュワーの富澤さんとは５作目「bue eye」からの付き合いなのですが（毎回ではないけれど）いつものことながら流麗な言い回しに感心しきりです。 レビューページの左隣に、かつしかトリオのウチュウノアバレンボーが載っていて、ついでに見てくれないかなぁ？なんて。 The October issue of Jazz Life, now on sale, features a review of the new album "Lyric Suite." The deep perspective of the reviewer, who knows Hiro Ogawa inside and out, is shocking and embarrassing. It certainly has a contemporary musical style, but the progressive rock approach was clearly seen through. I don't mind, though. However, there are quite a few atonal and irregular time signature songs, so opinions are divided on that point. I appreciate your powerful words that "this should be ranked as one of his masterpieces, not as a unique piece." The final words "It sounds difficult, but it's easy to listen to" left a strong impression on me. I've been acquainted with reviewer Tomizawa since my fifth album "blue eye" (though not every time), and as always, I'm impressed by his elegant way of speaking.

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[silleye]

ok small update i made the sfx more annoying GHJFDHGJ

ill upload this properly whenever i get the album cover art done + make a video but nontf2 hazard's theme sounds like this for now

if someone wants to can u lmk if the sound effects r too distracting or too low to hear or smthn..... i cant make up my mind about it ahkgjfhkghfdj

for context its for this oc she manipulates petroleum and gets very evil with it

[siren-serenity]

lucky to have you

characters: portgas d ace, gn!reader warnings: fluff a/n: - GOOD LORD ACE!!!! when i first saw him in the anime, i may or may not have gave my brother second hand embarassment bc i literally pointed to him and said 'he's so hot wth' - HOLY SHIT HAVE YOU SEEN HIM???? PORTGAS D ACE *drools violently* - who on earth decided he should be able to walk around half naked DESERVES A HUG AND A MILLION DOLLARS - honorary tag for my wifey @officialdaydreamer00 - feedback is appreciated!

It's loud as usual. He could hear Whitebeard's signature booming laughter and Marco making rounds in the hallways of the commander rooms, barking out a harsh 'get up!'. Ace lets out a tiny whimper, pulling the covers over his head before letting out grunts when the blankets wouldn't move.

"Come on...come on," He grumbled before snapping his eyes open in irritation. He sat up and his red beads thumped on his naked collarbone. His chest was slightly sweaty and in the corner of his mind, he registered a sweatdrop carving it's way down his abs. But there was a pressing matter now - who stole his beloved blankets?

"The hell?"

His glaring gaze quickly turned into a loving one when he saw your figure sleeping peacefully on the blankets he was struggling with the entire time. You shivered before snuggling to the closest source of warmth, which just so happened to Ace.

Thump! Thump!

His heartbeat was beating irregular; maybe he should go visit Marco to double-check? Or perhaps it was the way you looked so endearing and sweet as you smiled in your sleep. The way you smiled provoked Ace to use a finger and slowly caress your cheek in smooth, gentle motions. He let out a tiny laugh when you furrowed your eyebrows while sleeping. An arm circled around your waist to pull you closer and he buried his face in the crook of your collarbone. Your scent was divine and it calmed any anxiety or worries flooding Ace's mind immediately.

He was so lucky to have you. He didn't deserve somebody like you. Ace was the devil child, fated to live a life of misery because of his parentage but...he had you. You were a blessing, a ray of light and hope in his life.

"I love you," He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Thank you."

He meant it. With every fiber in his being.

[jungkoode]

Temporal Mechanics Guide: For the Confused

A reader's companion to understanding the world of "The 25th Hour"

MAIN STORY: INDEX

The Basics: What You Need to Know

The 24-Hour Order

In this world, time is strictly controlled by an artificial intelligence system called CHRONOS (Centralized Heuristic Regulation of Normalized Operational Schedules). Every human operates within the same universal clock—no variation, no deviation.

Time wasn't always this way. Before CHRONOS, days were naturally 25 hours long. Now, CHRONOS maintains a rigid 24-hour cycle and erases anyone who discovers this truth.

The 25th Hour

The missing hour exists between 1:59 AM and 2:00 AM. During this time:

Normal humans freeze completely

The world becomes suspended in perfect stillness

Only "Outliers" remain conscious and mobile

Time itself operates by different rules

Outliers

People who can experience the 25th hour:

Each Outlier has unique capabilities related to temporal awareness

Outliers are considered dangerous anomalies by CHRONOS

Being an Outlier isn't usually a choice—it's something you discover about yourself

Many don't realize they're Outliers until their first 25th hour experience

Timeline Disruptions

Timeline Shifts

When reality itself is altered on a mass scale:

CHRONOS can rewrite history when too many anomalies occur

Entire populations have their memories altered simultaneously

Historical records are changed to match the new narrative

Only Outliers maintain awareness that something has changed

Most citizens experience a brief moment of disorientation, then continue as normal

Physical evidence of the previous timeline disappears

Individual Resets

CHRONOS's primary method of handling Outliers:

The Outlier is captured and processed by the Erasure Bureau

Their memories are completely wiped

They receive a new identity, background, and life history

The person is reinserted into society with no knowledge of their past

Anyone who knew them is given new memories to explain their "absence"

Physical evidence of their previous identity is removed or altered

Some subconscious traces may remain despite the reset

Their Outlier status goes ‘dormant’ until (if ever) they awaken again

Memory Bleeds

When reset Outliers experience fragments of erased memories:

Often triggered by familiar people, places, or actions

Can cause physical symptoms like nosebleeds, headaches, or disorientation

Manifest as unexplained knowledge or skills

Strong emotional connections can resurface as instinctive reactions

CHRONOS monitors for signs of memory bleeds and will initiate a new reset if detected

Memory Recovery & Limitations

Why Outliers can't simply be told everything at once:

The Outlier brain automatically rejects information that contradicts its current timeline understanding

Too much information at once can cause severe neural trauma, temporal vertigo, or complete psychological breakdown

Attempting to force memories can actually trigger CHRONOS's attention, as the Outlier's temporal signature fluctuates dramatically during distress

Memories must surface naturally through exposure to familiar stimuli, places, or people

Protective Rejection: The mind's way of protecting itself from temporal paradoxes and reality fractures

Living Under CHRONOS

Temporal Signatures

Every person emits a unique temporal signature:

Think of it like a chronological fingerprint

CHRONOS monitors these signatures for irregularities

Normal citizens maintain stable, predictable patterns

Outliers have distinctive fluctuations in their signatures

Monitoring stations throughout cities scan for anomalies

Temporal Compliance

Society is structured around perfect adherence to the clock:

Every citizen wears a Chrono-Sync Watch (removal is illegal)

All activities are precisely scheduled and monitored

Deviations from expected patterns trigger investigations

High compliance earns privileges; low compliance results in "correction"

The system rewards punctuality and predictable routines

Daily Life in a Timed World

Morning activation occurs at precisely 6:00 AM for all citizens

Work shifts run in perfectly coordinated blocks

Meal times are standardized across entire sectors

Recreation periods are scheduled and monitored

Sleep cycles are enforced from 10:00 PM to 6:00 AM

Even casual social gatherings require temporal approval

The Infrastructure of Control

Chrono Monitoring Centers

Facilities where temporal analysts track compliance:

Monitor temporal signatures across assigned sectors

Detect anomalies in the 24-hour cycle

Dispatch agents to investigate irregularities

Process data for the central CHRONOS system

Employ highly-trained temporal analysts

Chrono-Sync Watches

Mandatory devices worn by all citizens:

Connect everyone to the Master Clock

Track temporal compliance

Monitor for temporal anomalies

Record all deviations from expected patterns

Cannot be removed without triggering alerts

(The ones worn by The 7th Hour members are modified)

Reality Anchors

Devices placed throughout cities that:

Stabilize the artificial 24-hour cycle

Prevent temporal fluctuations

Create consistent time flow within their radius

Appear as public art or infrastructure

Form the backbone of CHRONOS's control system

The Major Players

CHRONOS

The AI system controlling time:

Created after a catastrophic temporal war

Meant to be temporary but gained sentience

Maintains rigid control over human society

Presents itself as a protector of temporal stability

Eliminates threats to its version of reality

The Erasure Bureau

CHRONOS's enforcement division:

Hunts and captures Outliers

Processes them for memory erasure

Monitors for temporal anomalies

Highly trained in temporal combat techniques

Operates with absolute authority

The 7th Hour (Resistance)

Underground network fighting against CHRONOS:

Named after the original 25-hour day

Composed of Outliers who've escaped detection

Works to restore natural time

Uses "blind spots" in CHRONOS's surveillance

Maintains hidden safe houses throughout the city

Important Locations

Boston Prime

Center of CHRONOS operations:

Divided into 8 specialized sectors

Home to the Master Clock (CHRONOS's central hub)

Highest temporal stability in the world

Where our story primarily takes place

The Master Clock

CHRONOS's physical nexus:

Controls the 24-hour cycle worldwide

Heavily guarded and nearly impenetrable

Center of temporal control

Hidden in Sector 1 of Boston Prime

Temporal Metropolitan Zones (TMZs)

CHRONOS-controlled cities:

Connected by stabilized corridors

Separated by dangerous "quantum wastelands"

Strictly regulated temporal environments

Organized for maximum efficiency

Terms You Should Know

Temporal Anomaly: Any deviation from the standard 24-hour cycle

Reality Anchors: Large infrastructures that stabilize the timeline

Temporal Signature: Unique energy pattern that identifies individuals

Quantum Wastelands: Dangerous areas damaged by temporal warfare

Memory Wipe: The process used to erase anybody's knowledge and identity

Temporal Compliance Rating: How well citizens follow CHRONOS's time rules

Chrono-Rail: Transportation system between Temporal Metropolitan Zones

Temporal Dampening Field: Technology that suppresses temporal signatures and provides relief from temporal distortion

Reading The Signs

When you see these in the story, pay attention:

Clock references, especially to 1:59: Foreshadowing the 25th hour

Unexplained familiarity: Important for character dynamics

Physical reactions without logical cause: May indicate important connections

Temperature changes: Often indicate something unusual is happening

Déjà vu moments: Could be significant to the plot

Malfunctioning technology: Might not be coincidental

This guide will be updated as the story progresses. Time is complex—be patient with yourself as you learn to navigate it!

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Hope you’re doing well especially with the personal matters that are going on in your life! Hope you feel better and I hope things calm down for you sooner rather than later! 🖤 happy to see you back though!

I’ve been thinking more and more about how Siren!San would be as a mate (if you don’t feel like writing this that’s totally fine! 🖤🖤🖤)

Being Siren!San's Mate

❥Siren Choi San x gn reader

➯a/n: thank you 🫶🫶 i hope my little ramblings of being siren sans mate are enjoyable !

▼・ᴥ・▼ (✯◡✯)genre: headcanons, fantasy

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: mentions of kidnapping, fantasy body transformations, fated soulmates, not proof read

⁂perm taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg

Sannie canonically has blonde hair in Shells, and I don't know if I've mentioned his tail color but I think it would be a pale pink. That in mind, he's a shallow water siren as apposed to a deeper water siren, because he blends in better. (Unlike Hongjoong with red hair and fluctuating tail color, who blends in with the darker waters)

That most likely is the way he meets his mate, and not a wreck or attack. Just his mate swimming a few miles off shore and he catches a whiff and then they're gone *poof*

San, in any universe, shape, or form, is a family man so he's like an excited puppy: swims around in circles at the pool entrance of his den until his mate wakes up.

When his mate wakes up and is inevitably like YO WTF DAWG, he's calm and collected even though his heart is about to jump out of his chest. He won't crowd his mate *cough cough hongjoong* because he's deathly afraid of sending them into shock from his mark.

That being said, he's still incredibly clingy-

Angel in Shells is a lucky woman 🙏(besides the kidnapped and turned into a siren part) because let me tell you Siren!San is not letting a single hair on his mates body be hurt or even uncomfortable.

Too cold? Boom- fire. Too hot? Boom- cooling lotion. Sad? He'll sing a song! Angry? Well that's okay, you can hit his chest and cry until you tire yourself out.

That's par for the course for most sirens with their human mate I think, but San takes it seriously. He'd slap a fish if it looked at you the wrong way and yell at seaweed that spooked you on your first trip into the water. (ex. not wanting Angel to touch Joongs mate because he doesn't want her to get sick, and comforting her)

He's a lot more in tune with his emotions than you'd think, he knows it's 'okay' to be exited but he also knows that you're going through a huge shock and so he lets out his excitement by talking to you. Whether you listen or not, it really doesn't matter.

And it also doesn't matter what he's talking about- though he makes it a point to avoid talking about things that make your heart beat irregular. He sticks to tame things at first, like the tribe and how they work and his own family and his favorite spots to sunbathe just under the surface of the water (promising to take you to all of them).

He tells his mate what's to come, unlike Hongjoong who dropped his moms lore and then shut that shit down 😭

Once you start transforming, he's nearly suffocating with watching your process in pure awe.

The first time he sees his mates tail?? He's thanking the Huntress for every little moment that lead him here.

If it matches his like some mates do, whew boy prepare to be smooched to death. (Prepare to be smooched to death either way actually)

The first time you go hunting together, his cheeks are sore from all the smiling he's doing, he wants to teach you anything and everything there is- and he will in due time.

One little detail I think really fits Siren!San is that every night before bed, even when he slept on the floor in those first few weeks to give you the comfort of his nest, he'd blow on your wrist to see his signature appear- ecstatic every time knowing that you were fated for him.

The first night you do it back, both of your scales turning pink when your name mimics his, he nearly dies of pure bliss.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

please more ak-15 stuff plss Chris🙏🙏

(GFL) AK-15 slow dancing with her S/O

Ah, a fellow AK-15 simp. YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

Truthfully, 15 didn't have a lot of interest in attending a military Ball held by Griffin.

DEFY wasn't even officially a part of the PMC, but Angelia was invited to it by the Commander, and dragged the squad with her.

But, it wasn't too bad since S/O and many other T-Dolls she worked with would be there.

That, at least was a nice compromise for her personally.

Amusingly enough, none of the squad wore anything fancy while everyone else had either dresses or suits on, making them stand out.

Even most of the T-Dolls were wearing a nice outfit, but again, she did not care.

Until she saw S/O approach.

(S/O) "Fifteen? I'm surprised you came!"

15 immediately noticed that their expression brightened up upon seeing her, but she made no mention of it and only nodded in response.

(AK-15) "Angelia decided to attend, if only to please the Commander."

(S/O) "Hah, right. I guess I couldn't have convinced you?"

15 remained silent for a moment, her eyes looking away for a moment before shaking her head.

(AK-15) "...If you had asked me personally, I would have done so."

S/O noticed how awkward she seemed to be, understandably so.

She normally viewed things like this as a waste of time, so it made sense.

(S/O) "...Hey, come with me for a second?"

S/O extended their hand, waiting for her to grab it as a smile slowly crept onto their lips. 15 simply blinked before taking their hand, letting herself be dragged away from the stuffiness inside the main hall.

Taking a step outside, they were able to stand under the moonlight alone, though there were a small amount of people outside, everyone kept to themselves thankfully.

(S/O) "Ah, much better. I can actually breathe out here..."

15's eyes slowly glanced over to S/O, noticing how nice their suit/dress was.

(AK-15) "You look good tonight."

S/O was taken off guard by the compliment, suddenly stuttering as one finger reached for their collar, stretching it out and avoiding eye contact.

(S/O) "H-Hah, thanks. Personally, I thought this looked a bit too gaudy on me, I would've just preferred to wear my normal uniform.-"

From inside the main hall, the two could hear music softly playing, watching from outside as the crowds moved off into pairs, slowly dancing to the beat.

S/O stepped away from 15, only to extend a hand to her with another smile, albeit this one was softer.

(S/O) "Will you have this dance with me tonight, Fifteen?"

Her eyes slightly widened at the question, S/O swearing they could see her face flush a little from embarassment.

S/O wasn't even aware 15 could experience embarassment.

(AK-15) "I...do not know how to dance."

S/O's fingers brushed against her hand before holding it, laughing nervously.

(S/O) "Neither do I, to be honest. No better time than now, right?"

(AK-15) "...Then I will follow your lead."

S/O and 15's hands held each other as they awkwardly raised it up, simply stepping to the side, trying their best to mimic what the people inside were doing.

As soon as the lyrics for the song kicked in, they were slowly getting the hang of it.

S/O saw 15's eyes on them, looking intense as usual. But her face and body language said that she was relaxed, something S/O rarely saw these days.

After a few moments, her irises blinked into a solid pink color before returning to its normal state, surprising S/O.

(S/O) "A-Are you okay?-"

(AK-15) "I have just downloaded something to assist with slow dancing like this."

(S/O) "Ass-IST?!-"

15 suddenly dipped S/O back, they almost lost their footing were it not for her hand lowering to their waist.

She detected heat signatures rapidly rising to their cheeks, but she paid it no mind, instead, taking their hand behind her head, and leaning closer to them, S/O being able to see clearly the irregular shape of her eyes in detail.

(AK-15) "You have always taken care of me when it comes to matters like these. I wish to repay your kindness now, and take care of you."

15 now felt their heart quicken in pace, but she continued with her plan and raised S/O back up, expertly stepping in beat with S/O trying their best to catch up.

Despite their apparent nervousness, they still let 15 take the lead, fully trusting her.

Something that made her very happy, the only indication being her brows raising higher than usual as she danced with S/O.

S/O let their head rest on her chest as she guided their feet along the empty courtyard, both of them just enjoying the moment.

At this point, 15 knew that her squad was looking at them, but she didn't care.

All that mattered to her right now:

(AK-15) "...I'm glad I came here for you, S/O."

S/O quietly chuckled, stopping in place with 15 to look her directly in the eyes.

(S/O) "...I'm glad you're here too, Fifteen."

With 15 being one of the tallest T-Dolls, S/O had to stand on the tip of their toes to fully meet her lips, giving a gentle kiss that she leaned into, her arms wrapping around them, with S/O's hands on her shoulders.

...

(AK-12) "Aw, isn't that cute?

(AN-94) "...Ah, is that S/O?"

(RPK-16) "So it would seem. I'm glad AK-15 can actually enjoy herself instead of just thinking about the next mission."

(Angelia) "Alright girls, quit staring and give them some privacy. God knows they need it."

[republicsecurity]

Dissidents Voice

I remember the first time they nailed me. Five‑digit alphanumeric code glowing in blue on the back of my collar—“K4J9Q,” I think—though memory’s a bit fuzzy after the third lecture on “public order and the uplifting benefits of neuro‐armored peacekeeping.” It was an environmental protest: we’d chained ourselves to the bulldozers at Lake Grünwald, chanting eco‑anarchist jingles, while the Enforcers in their jet‑black armor stood about like very large, very bored penguins. One of them—ID R7S2B, I later discovered—leaned over, visor gleaming, and said in perfectly modulated monotone, “Sir, you are in violation of Article 10(b) Subparagraph Delta: unauthorized leaf‑gathering.” I paused to check my clipboard: I was pretty sure gathering fallen leaves is legal. He sighed, tapped a gleaming gauntlet, and out popped the collar. It snapped closed with a satisfying click. I waved to my fellow protesters. “Remember,” I hollered, “every sprig of moss is worth ten megatons of bureaucracy!”

The transporter van took us to the Processing Center just outside the city. I spent the ride comparing notes with the other arrestees—a performance artist who had painted “Transparency Now!” on his chest, and a chap who’d been handing out pamphlets on resisting mind‑control. We swapped stories of surreal collar designs (“Mine vibrates when I think about tax law,” he claimed) and marveled at how each Enforcer’s collar was subtly different—a bespoke bit of hardware, etched with that unique five‑character badge which, I suspected, was the Uniform Department’s idea of personalization therapy.

At the center, the SOPS briefing was downright uplifting. They marched us through “Your Rights Under Compulsory Detainment,” complete with PowerPoint slides in soft green. Enforcer L3M8X, whose bulk suggested weekend weightlifting rather than any ideological fervor, delivered the presentation with all the enthusiasm of a man reading his own dental appointment reminder. “Please refrain from unauthorized protests of secrecy policies,” he droned, “or you will be invited to discuss civic harmony in a more… intimate setting.” I couldn’t help but whisper back, “Is that the one with the complimentary alpaca pajamas?” He stared—understandably confused—then shrugged and moved on.

My next collaring was for the mind‑control lecture. I’d set up near the Ministry of Cognitive Integrity with a banner that read, “Drop the Chips, Not the Mic.” Three Enforcers—A5V1R, D9P0T, and a third whose code I still can’t pronounce—rolled in, plastic boots crunching gravel. They didn’t even try to be subtle. I offered them pamphlets; one politely declined, then asked me to sign a waiver acknowledging I wouldn’t distribute any unauthorized literature. I scribbled my name and, thinking fast, added under “Signature”: “Will fight in court for the right to leaflet.” They vanished my collar with a little white flash and whisked me off again, leaving my banner drooping in the morning sun.

For my final (so far) outing—against the secrecy edicts—I chose the Great Glass Archive, where they keep all the state’s “Sensitive but Publicly Accessible” memos. The Enforcers arrived in force: six helmets, six pairs of black boots, one wayward pigeon that they shot for “aviation irregularities.” I was delivering my rousing “Sunlight Is the Best Disinfectant” oration when collar Z8W4N lit up. In mid‑sentence—“…and so we demand full disclosure of the budget for automated mood‑enhancement systems!”—I felt the gentle tug at my nape. A split second later, I was babbling about home‑freezing instructions (“which are definitely classified,” I protested) as they led me away.

You must think I hate these guys, but here’s the twist: they’re conscripts, mind‑conditioned to obey, as aware of the absurdity as I am. Once, during a lull at the jail, I asked Enforcer J1K7H why he didn’t just refuse the orders. He shrugged under that helmet. “If I stop obeying, I get re‑programmed,” he said. Then he paused. “Also,” he added sheepishly, “your jokes about administrative red tape keep me sane.”

So next time you see an activist sporting a shiny new collar, don’t be too quick to boo. There’s a good chance both sides are just actors in a very grim farce—one man’s civic duty is another man’s Performance Improvement Protocol. Besides, I like their collars: they lend a certain je ne sais quoi to my wardrobe.