#nerve simulation

[innonurse]

What impact will the AI Bill of Rights have on US healthcare?

- By InnoNurse Staff -

The White House Blueprint for an AI Bill of Rights offers guidance on ethical and health equity concerns in healthcare as the sector seeks to eliminate repetitious chores and increase clinical efficiency with AI

Read more at HealthTech Magazine

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Other recent news and insights

Nerve stimulation via 4D printing (Technical University of Munich)

A novel method for developing RNA therapy for the treatment of rare diseases has been developed (Medical Xpress)

Readout AI receives pre-seed funding to shorten the time between clinical trial data and insight (Readout AI, Inc./PRNewswire)

[certified-diplodocus]

I just want you all to know that I beat the Least Steps challenge for Chamber 16 of Portal (one of the most evil challenges ever inflicted by man upon man) by 15 steps instead of the required 40

and I am feeling very unhumble about it

[me-and-my-glitch]

I know it's been a minute since i've been on here. But I need some support. My doctor what's me to pursue the Vagus Nerve Stimulator. Do any of you have any experience with it? What are your thoughts?

[acidicvoid]

Just bought a G923 and started discovering Assetto Corsa. Making skins now. www.acidicvoid.com

[upinyourcortex]

jim in From is pissing me off. you don't listen to your wife, who SAW the fucking monsters in the caves underground with her own two eyes, but you listen to some bald, racist-looking bitch who tried to kill one of the people who saved your kids' lives multiple times and has been trying to protect you since you arrived. because you heard a voice on the radio. men are exhausting

[bagunasmarilyn]

DID YOU KNOW? Cranial Electrical Stimulation within the human head 🗣️

🔸Intercranial CES - outside the skull -- includes thick skin layer, muscles, fats, fluids, etc.

🔸 Intracranial CES - within the skull -- protective layer of the bran (boney part): thicker than bone marrow or limb bones. NO calcium ion needed.

[soysaucevictim]

Like. I get the jump scares are actually a "punishment" for inefficient resource/attention management more than anything - esp in higher levels of play.

So I just feel like it will rapidly go from startling to aggravating, knowing what I want out of gaming experiences.

(I don't think jump scares are bad, hell, not necessarily bad in in the FNAF franchise. Because like. I see the intention of it + again, if you Git Good... you actually see a lot less of them in perfected runs. At that point it's just a bit noxious of a game over screen / distraction. Depending on game and animatronic in q.)

[mjdrawsalot]

i'm at the "making elaborate spreadsheets" stage of anxiety

[askfordoodles]

Emmrich Volkarin: experienced enough in dating that he knows how to rizz you at the Olympic level 😏👉👉

Also Emmrich, mentally:

How is this old man simultaneously an adorable awkward goof but also a rizz god?

[nerdygirlramblings]

continued adventures of omegaverse!141

previous

an: the idea of separate task force and pack comes directly from @dragonnarrative-writes and their amazing 'Autumn Embers' series

You leave breakfast feeling both lighter and heavier. An invitation to join the 141 is a dream come true, and the idea that someone other than Captain Price was speaking favorably about your skills is intoxicating. You only know the members of the 141 by reputation, so you don't know who'd seen you on the shooting range. You wish you knew so you could properly thank them.

When he'd made the offer, Price said he'd like to speak to you more formally at 1600. You've never been anything but basic infantry, so you wonder what needs to happen to ensure your transfer into the 141. To keep yourself circling around things you can't control, you focus on leading your squad through basic land nav maneuvers.

After land nav and lunch, it's sparring and workouts in the gym. The room is busier than you like, especially as you aren't here for yourself. The constant eyes on you and your squad throw them off, but you use it to remind them all how important it is to focus despite the pressure. It certainly isn't an active battlefield, but the fight - flight - freeze reaction can help train them out of that headspace.

When it's finally time to meet Price, you dismiss your squad for the day and head to the base office complex. He told you where to find him, and you're knocking at the door a few minutes early.

"Punctual," he rumbles when he opens the door. "'s a good sign." He gestures you into his office and you notice it's spartan nature. There are only a few items in the wall: mostly awards and commendations. There's a single photo frame on the desk but positioned so only Price, or someone on his side of the desk, can see it. You wonder what it is. It must be special to be one of the few personal items in the room.

The space is dominated by a large walnut desk meant to intimidate. As if his leading 141 isn't enough. As though being an alpha, and a large one at that, wasn't already nerve-wracking for anyone sitting across from him.

He must know how the optics of the space works because he comes and sits in the chair left open next to you. He has a thin folder in his hand as he sits.

"I wanna clear the air 'bout something first. I'm sure ya know the 141's an elite task force. But we're also a pack. I know lots 'a military packs form 'cause 'a proximity: always stationed tahgether or 'round one another all the time without really bein' compatible. But that ain't us. We're compatible as a task force an' a pack. But, and I wanna stress this, being pack ain't necessary to be on the task force. Task force wan's yer skill. 'owever, if ya do join the task force, we've already decided we're open at courtin' ya, if yer open ta bein' courted."

You reel, feeling like the ground has opened underneath you. Price must notice the panic in your eyes because he forges on.

"What I got 'ere," he lifts the slim folder, " is transfer orders. Effective immediately, or as immediately as I submit 'em. They've already got my signature. Once ya sign, if yer interested in bein' on the 141, ya'd train wi' us, run drills an' simulations wi' us. Like squads, we eat tahgether an' have the same R&R. Only thing ya wouldn' do is move inta the barracks wi' us. Not unless ya decided ya wanted to be part 'a the pack. Ya'd still work wi' recruits, but ya wouldn' 'ave a specific squad."

"Wait," you interrupt, "what happens to my soldiers then, if I don't have a squad?"

Price smiles wide at that. "Lookin' out fer 'em's good. Important to the unity of the task force ta look out fer one another. But no task force sergeant has their own squad 'cause we could be sent out at any time. Tha' lack 'a consistency would be worse fer 'em. So, yeah, someone'd take yer squad."

He watches you contemplate all it would mean to become part of his task force. It's a lot, and he hopes you're still up for the challenge, because the more time he spends with you, the more he wants you on the task force and in his pack.

You finally shake off the fog in your head and ask Price for some time to think about it before fully committing. "An' I'm sorry, sir. Because I know I said yes just this morning, but I never thought I'd lose my squad." You pause for a moment before quietly adding, "An' I never imagined the offer included being part of a pack."

He catches your eye and reminds you, "Ya'd only be pack if ya wanted to be. And we'd court ya the right way. If ya wanted."

In the end he gives you the folder and says there's no official deadline for the offer, but he would appreciate a firm answer - either with signed or voided papers - within two days.

You nod, already thinking through who you wanted to consult about this when Price pulls you from your thoughts again.

"Can I make one small request?" he asks politely.

You nod, adding, "If it's reasonable, sir, absolutely."

He gifts you another smile as he leans forward and says, "Join us in the mess tonight? I'd like to officially introduce you to the lads before you make your decision."

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[echthr0s]

magitek strap.........

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Callsign: Heartbreaker [B. F.]

Bob Floyd x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k summary: Jake runs his mouth. You do something about it.

Hangman was, to say the least, a tremendous pain in the ass. He had been annoying the entire squad for weeks since you guys had arrived at TOPGUN, and that night at The Hard Deck wasn't about to break his streak. Maverick had given you the night off, and you all agreed to meet at the bar to relax, share laughs, and, for once, behave like normal young people and not like human weapons ready to take off.

But, as usual, the atmosphere ended up turning in an uncomfortable direction.

“You know what, Bobby? I’ve always wondered…” Jake began with his snake-like grin, leaning his elbow on the bar and twirling his beer glass between his fingers. “How is it possible that someone so boring, so… a glasses-wearing model, made the cut for TOPGUN?”

Bob looked up from his soda, confused, as if he really thought he'd heard him wrong.

"Sorry?"

“Yeah! I mean, just look at you,” Jake leaned toward him, with the enthusiasm of someone who thinks he’s about to say something brilliant. “We have pilots with incredible reflexes, combat instincts, good looks… and then there’s you.”

The entire group looked at him in annoyance. Phoenix snorted. Rooster put down his glass with a thud. No one had the energy for another one of those nights.

“Maybe the filter measures talent,” Bob replied calmly. “Not cheap charisma.”

“God! What a virginal answer,” he let out a husky laugh, taking a long drink of his beer. “Look, don���t take this the wrong way… but I’m curious.”

Suddenly he turned to the rest of the group, his words slurred with some alcohol already on his tongue.

“Do you think if I walked up to the ladies at the bar and asked if they’d sleep with Bob, anyone would say yes? Anyone? Just one?”

Phoenix, sitting next to Bob, tensed.

“Shut up already”

"Come on, I'm talking about science! I'm sure they wouldn't even choose him in a simulation with limited oxygen."

“Yeah, Hangman. You’re not in high school,” Rooster muttered, rolling his eyes.

"I'm serious," he insisted, growing more and more satisfied. "You've probably never been kissed without eyes closed, and I bet no one asked you to a dance in high school. Am I right?"

Fanboy, crossing his arms, decided to intervene:

“Do you have any medical needs or are you just afraid of going unnoticed?”

Jake shrugged in mock humility.

“Nah, I'm fine. I just don't want anyone to get confused and think he represent the standard of what women want.”

Then, with the elegance of a Casanova-like idiot, he turned toward a group of girls sitting nearby.

“Ladies,” he said, pointing at each other with his thumbs, “who would you rather spend the night with: the cowboy with the perfect smile… or Bob?”

The girls laughed, amused by the show, but said nothing. Jake took it as a victory.

“I think you have your answer there.”

He was about to take another sip of his beer when you stepped forward. Without a word, you firmly took the bottle from his hand, brought it to your lips, and downed the entire thing in one gulp. When you were finished, you set it down in front of him with a thud.

The sound rang like a bell.

The group fell silent. Everyone looked at you. Jake raised his eyebrows, puzzled. You stood up slowly, with that dangerous calm that comes before a storm, and walked over to Bob. His eyes widened in surprise.

Once there, you sat sideways on his lap, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He immediately tensed, as if he'd just been thrown into a burning cockpit.

“Hey, what are you…?”

“You have beautiful eyes. Has anyone told you that before?” you asked with a sweet smile, tilting your head.

Your hands gently moved up to his cheeks, as if you were about to fix something delicate. He swallowed, motionless. Then your fingers slid to the gold frames of his glasses.

“Let me get this out of the way, ‘kay?”

You carefully placed them on the table, though your fingers trembled slightly. Not from nerves, but from anticipation. Then you leaned in and kissed him.

But it wasn't a tender or symbolic kiss. It was a kiss with intention. Your lips pressed firmly against his, pushing in without asking permission, as if you'd been waiting for an excuse to do so. It wasn't sweet. It was slow. Deliberate. With tongue.

Bob froze at first. Literally frozen. As if his system was trying to process what the hell was going on. But when you felt him exhale against your mouth, exhausted, you knew you'd broken him.

His hands flew to your waist. He held you awkwardly, and in the next second, he pulled you tightly against him. He sat up straighter in his chair, his lips began to respond more decisively, and his fingers crept up your back as if he wanted to memorize every inch of you through your clothes. You shifted slightly on his lap, searching for a better angle, and you felt him tense even more.

You bit his lower lip. Hard. He gasped, barely audible, and took the moment to slip his tongue in, slowly, uncertainly, but hungry. He touched yours tentatively, then more boldly, and you moaned softly against his mouth.

Your hands tangled in his hair, gently squeezing the back of his neck as you kissed him deeper. He held you more firmly, and your hips moved against him once more, intentionally. He moaned. It was noticeable. And it wasn't from discomfort.

When you pulled away, both of you were breathless. Your lips were wet. His too. The tension was still there, vibrating between the two of you.

Fanboy's eyes were wide open. Rooster choked on his beer, staring at Hangman as if he'd just seen his soul leave his body. Phoenix was smiling as if a wish had just been granted. Everyone else watched in surprise.

Slyly, without moving yet, you decided to speak:

“You’re a good kisser, Lieutenant.”

Bob was completely flushed. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, as if he'd just run ten miles. You retrieved his glasses from the table and, without taking your eyes off him, put them on him yourself. You took your time, adjusting them as if it justified touching him one more time.

Then you calmly climbed off his lap. Your legs were slightly trembling, but you pretended not to. As you passed Jake, you looked down at him—because he was always taller, but never bigger—and narrowed your eyes.

"Keep messing with him and I’ll take him to my room and won’t stop until he’s wrecked and exhausted. Capiche?"

Jake didn't move. His forced smile failed to hide the tension in his jaw. Embarrassment burned across his face.

“Oh, and by the way…” you added without looking back “If you want someone to pay attention to you, stop using teasing people as a flirting technique. You just look pathetic.”

The group tried to hold back, but the laughter was too much. Until Fanboy blurted it out, in a broadcaster's voice:

“And the award for the most insecure pilot disguised as arrogant goes to…!”

The collective laughter was thunderous. Jake said nothing. He turned toward the bar, as if he needed to hide in his own reflection.

Congratulations to Bob were not long in coming.

"Who would have thought the shyest guy could win over the hottest pilot on the team? No offense, Phoenix..."

"Do you want any more of us to keep bothering you, Bob? We can do that. Maybe she'll make good on her threat."

Between whistles, jokes, and pats on the back, Bob could barely contain his smile. His eyes never left yours. They sparkled. As if the world had changed color.

You winked at him, flirtatiously.

And that was all it took to shatter him.

[calebsmoocher]

Restraining him with his own evol

Caleb’s a renowned bully in the bedroom. Using his evol to carry out his freaky fantasies is not new for him. Turns out though, resonating in bed grants MC the ability to use Caleb’s evol by proxy. With the tables turned, she’s got all night to make it even.  Cw: smut (MDNI!), inappropriate use of evol (my favourite tag), power play, switch!CalebMC, overstimulation, handjob, panty sniffer!Caleb is back but MC induces it, gagging him with her panties, exploration of MC’s evol, fluff, guys don’t run when I say it’s 10k…

“Fuck, stop rushing in like that!” 

Breathless, she falls to her knees as Caleb fends off the wanderer’s ranged attack. The debris stops mid-air around them, suspended by his evol, before flying back at the monster. It’s launched back by the sheer force of Caleb’s attack, crying out as its body hits the wall. He holds out a hand to her but she only looks at him dazed. She’s starting to see double. 

“Tch.” He clicks his tongue in exasperation, grabbing her by the arm and hauling her to her feet. “Baby, focus.”

She wipes the sweat off her brow, shaking his arm off and taking a defensive stand. 

“Yeah.” 

Here they are, standing in the arena lit up in blazing glory. Thousands of lights adorn the marble walls, the heat glaring on the back of her neck. She’s dragged him to Deepspace Trials before, but they’ve been going at it for nearly five hours. She sucks in a breath, fiddling with the firearm between her shaking fingers. She can feel it. Through the rampant raging of her heart she can feel that peculiar buzz in her stomach as she stands beside Caleb. Feel the tremor in her smile as she feels the surge of energy ignite through her veins. Caleb looks at her knowingly, nodding his head towards to the left. They run together, charging towards the group of wanderers baring their teeth at them.

“Okay, now!”

She can’t fight the smile as a golden glow surrounds her. She feels the swell of her heart as her body lifts into the air. Her every sense, every fibre of her being is being consumed whole by him. Like her soul is in an intricate dance, swirling together as she feels his energy intertwine with hers. She’s resonating so powerfully with him, rays of canary yellow blooming from her hands and into the ruthless bullets she’s firing. For the brief few seconds she’s in the air she has a taste of his evol. And it sets fire to every nerve in her body. She feels his power and energy encircle her completely, invading her mind and surging through every nook and cranny. For those few seconds, she feels him at his most raw. 

But it’s over so soon.

They hit the ground together, guns still aimed at the now weakened wanderers. Their shields have all but been annihilated. And every new bullet into them has them wailing out as they curl into themselves. When the fatal bullet hits them, their exteriors crumble and only protocores are left behind. 

She lets out a shaky sigh, hanging low and resting on her hands on her knees. Caleb’s chest is heaving beside her and he throws his guns back into their holsters. She goes to collect the protocores, tossing them up in her hand. 

She turns to him, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I wanna go again.”

He throws his head back. “I thought we were going to be relaxing on my time off, but all you wanna do is train.” He runs his hand through his hair before taking the protocores from her and walking towards the administration shute. “No good sparring partners at the association, pipsqueak?”

“Something like that.” She brings up the arena’s electronic screen, scanning her ID and initialising a new stage. 

The screen fills with a list of options, from wanderer type to environment selection. Scrolling absentmindedly, she clicks on ‘tundra’ and requests for a few low-threat wanderers to be simulated. It doesn’t matter what she picks. As long as she gets to resonate with him. Gets to lay in that bath of energy and weightlessness that is otherwise intangible. 

“Okay, you ready?”

He hums in affirmation, but his body is sagged. “This is the last trial for today, you hear me? After this we’re going home.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The lights dim, encasing them in a murky darkness. She feels the vents above them whirl to life and the ground rumble. There’s a sudden breeze and it makes her lock her arms together, rubbing them for warmth. When the lights blaze back to life, the ground beneath them is uneven. Littered with rocks and boulders the size of her own body if she was curled up. The marble walls have all but disappeared, instead simulating the expanse of a frigid tundra. Artificial wind almost knocks her off her feet, but Caleb catches her in time.

“Out of all the biomes, you had to pick the one where we’re gonna freeze to death before we see a wanderer?” He pinches the bridge of his nose before wrapping his frozen fingers around his guns. She can’t even tremble out an apology before five wanderers spawn in front of them. 

But all that anxiety and dread is quickly smothered as she feels that familiar buzz in her stomach. 

“Let’s break their shields first,” she says, a little too excitedly. He cocks a brow but nods nonetheless. 

“Yeah, okay. Lead the way.” She signals him to go left while she takes the right, encircling the crowd of monsters. Twirling the guns in her hands, she leaps up onto a boulder and calls out to him.

“Can you get me to higher ground? We’ll cast a net.” She gestures a circle motion around the wanderers and he nods. Then she feels her body lift on its own. She swallows. It almost feels like Caleb himself is lifting her in his hands, supporting her in his warm embrace. She’s launched high above the wanderers. She feels him use his evol to force the wanderers closer together, caging them in an invisible dome. Its effects are amplified through her resonance.

Once again, she feels his energy surge through her. It’s so addicting, so utterly overwhelming and insatiable. Her brows furrow, almost too exhausted to take it in fully. Her mind is running on dregs, and so is his. She can feel it in the way his evol slips sometimes, like if she moves too much she’ll fall. And in the way the wanderers are able to push against their cage. She can feel the dome walls almost crack at the seams, slide away and reveal an opening for the monsters to escape with. 

She grits her teeth, straining her arms out as she focuses her own energy on the fragile dome. And for a second, just a split second, she assumes control. Feels the power shift over to her as she harnesses his evol entirely. Then the dome breaks and she’s sent plummeting to the floor. 

Her mind falters as she yelps. Now, she’s seeing triple. She can barely stand up and the wanderers are charging at her. This snaps Caleb almost completely out of his exhaustion, and he throws out a hand, slamming the wanderers into the ground. It’s like his evol has returned to its full strength. Ferocious and unyielding. He lifts her to her feet and drapes her arm over his shoulders. 

“Are you okay?” His eyes are rounded and his pupils are blown as he scans her body. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I lost focus for a second.”

Her breaths are slow and heavy, but she turns her head to meet his gaze. Her brows furrow. Had he really not felt her presence, her energy in him? Fair enough, it had only been for a split second, but was he really that unfocused that he hadn’t noticed her take control? Like she had spun the wheel from under his nose. She clenched her eyes. Maybe it was her that was overthinking. Had she really felt it? No, there was no doubt in her mind. She had harnessed his evol in that instant. 

Caleb slams a closed fist in the air, recalling the electronic screen. He jabs at it shakily to halt the simulation and the wanderers glitch out of existence. The whirring of the aircon halts, and instead, warmth floods the room. The arena returns to its default set up and the lights at the entrance go green. 

An electronic voice sounds over the room. “Deepspace Trial Exited. Practice makes perfect.”

When they get home, Caleb insists she go shower while he busies himself in the kitchen. It’s a feat in itself that she manages to come back in one piece having maneuvered with half shut eyes. Caleb’s got his back to her while he hunches over a cutting board, his biceps flexing with each slice. He’s got two pots over the stove, the overhead lights illuminating the subtle accumulation of sweat on his skin. As she pauses at the door, she cocks her head to the side, watching him intently. His sleeves are loosely rolled up his forearm, and the fabric is sliding down with each thrust of his hand wielding the knife. She watches as the rolled fabric pushes itself back up to his elbow, then as the lid of the steamer beside him hovers into the air. A rush of steam engulfs the stove before the lid is placed back down. She chews on her lip for a second before moving towards him.  

“Need any help?”

She leans against the counter, peering up at him with a smile. He shoots one back at her, the rhythmic chopping of the knife unfaltering. 

“That was quick. Are you sure you washed properly?” 

She rolls her eyes, not answering him. Instead, she takes his sleeve in her hands and methodically rolls the fabric over itself into neat rectangles. Once the sleeve is tightly over his elbow, she lets her fingers trace over his arm before dropping down. He’s looking at her downcast gaze, hidden beneath her eyelashes. When she moves around him to do the other sleeve, his chopping ceases abruptly. Her chin is almost resting against his bicep as she works on the sleeve. She can feel his warm breath on the shell of her ear; it’s easy, almost natural even, for her to sync her own breathing to his. 

In her determination to roll his sleeves, a strand of hair falls across her eyes. Her irritation is fleeting though, as she feels it lift carefully from her face and hook behind her ear. She looks up to find him staring down at her. And she feels that all too familiar stir in her stomach.

Her brows furrow slightly as she leans into the sensation. The use of his evol so tenderly, so gently to lift her lock of hair triggers a spike in the surrounding energy fluctuations. She’s always able to feel it; sense that low, subtle buzz whenever he manipulates gravity around her. Feel the murmur of energy as it warbles and tingles against her flesh. But now, it’s louder, heavier on her senses, amplified by her sudden interest in it. 

And once again, it ends all too quickly. The buzzing stops and her hair is secured around her ear. He cocks a brow at her before resuming his hand on the knife. 

“You can help me by doing the eggs.”

Pulled out of her thoughts, she picks up one of the eggs on the bench and cracks it into a bowl.

“What are you making?”

“Steamed salmon and eggs. One of your favourites, remember?”

She whisks the eggs with the chopsticks absentmindedly. “I haven’t eaten it in so long. I remember Gran forcing you to make it at least once a fortnight.”

“Oh, she was so keen on omega-3,” Caleb laughs. He unwraps the salmon from the deli paper and smooths his hand over the orange flesh. Her stirring slows as she watches him. The way his fingers push into it before he tweezes out the bones. His gaze flickers to hers and he smiles. “Well, why didn’t you try making it? No one makes it better than me, huh?” He nudges her playfully.

“Yeah, okay.” She rolls her eyes. “Think what you want. I just don’t like descaling the salmon and picking out the bones.”

“Mhm.” 

“I’m done with the eggs. Move over.” She brushes past him, swiping up an empty cup and opening the lid of the steamer.

“Careful! It’s hot.”

The lid pulls away from her gasp, hovering in the air and blocking the steam from hitting her face. Then she feels the cup unwind from her grasp. She watches as it scoops up the boiling water and pours it into her egg bowl.

Her hands lower to her sides. “I could’ve done that myself.” Not looking at him, she returns to her side of the counter and mixes the water into the egg. It froths up, threatening to spill over the sides. 

“Why won’t you let me do nice things for you?” He pouts. She doesn’t answer at first, eyes trained on the task at hand. When her hands grow tired of whisking she leaves to open the pantry door, grabbing out a few seasonings. As she settles them on the counter carefully she notices his eyes fixed on her and looks away. 

“How’d you…” She starts before falling back into silence. Words play at the tip of her tongue awkwardly. Fiddling with the seasonings, she arranges them into a neat line then shuffles them until they’re not. Then she cranes her neck to look up at him, lips parted. “I mean, is it easy to do these types of things with your evol? It looks so natural when you use it.”

Caleb blinks. “My evol?” His confusion dissolves into laughter. “You mean the thing I’ve had twenty-five years to hone and master?”

She looks down at her open palms, stretching her fingers as far as they would go. Her evol is powerful, undoubtedly. But it’s so intangible. Hidden in a way that demands she rely on other evolvers. 

She remembers when she first learnt the classing of her evol: anhausen. A force to resonate with and propel others. 

“Everything in this world has a unique, unmatchable frequency. That’s why each life is isolated.

But your Evol allows you to change your frequency. You can resonate with others.

If you open your heart, you can establish a connection.”

Caleb puts down the tweezers and wraps his hand around hers, pulling it against his chest. 

“Your evol is so special. I mean, who’s saved me a bunch of times during orbit trials?” He nudges her again and she shakes her head with a smile. “Maybe we don’t understand it fully right now. If you’re worried about it, don’t be. There are things my evol can’t do.” He gestures down to his hand still prodding at the fish. “I can’t debone salmon with it.” His words coax a laugh out of her and she nods in acknowledgement. 

“Yeah, I know.” She pulls her hands out of his grasp and holds her index fingers out in front of her like a conductor. There’s no point dwelling on what she can’t figure out right now. “Then why don’t you share your evol with me? Let me feel what it’s like to be you.”

“Oh, I see.” The corners of his eyes crinkle up as he laughs. “And what are you planning to do with this new evol of yours?”

She hums for a second, chewing on her lip. “I think the eggs need some white pepper.” She twirls her finger in the air and the white pepper floats into the air, maneuvering gently over the bowl. 

“And how much are you gonna put in?”

“Just a bit!” She moves her finger in a tapping motion, like patting the bottom of the container to release the seasoning. With each movement, the pepper shakes until her finger stops. 

“Wow, you already have such precise control. You’re so skilled and talented-”

“Okay, shut up. Next is a bit of chicken powder.” She does the same movement, shaking in about two teaspoons of it before setting it down. Her eyes crinkle proudly as she moves her finger in a circle motion. The chopsticks lift into the air and begin whisking the mixture together. Once it’s done, she moves both her hands in a scooping motion and the entire bowl rises. She gives an approving nod, giggling. 

“Ready to steam,” she says. Again, she moves around Caleb and watches as the steamer’s lid and the egg bowl engage in an intricate dance within the air. Despite the theatrics, the egg doesn’t splash up the sides. 

At the end of their dance, the bowl lowers into the steamer and the lid is placed back on top. When she looks back, the salmon is already placed neatly in a dish, submerged in sauce. Last she had seen, the salmon was still being deboned and the sauce hadn’t been made yet. She looks up at him with a frown and they stare at each other in silence. 

“...”

“Wow, how did the salmon get there? I didn’t know you could multitask-”

“Oh my God.” 

Infuriating, she almost mumbles under her breath. 

“It’s okay, baby. We’ve still got the ginger and scallions to put on top as well.” He gives her a guilty smile before gesturing to the cut vegetables. She remembers how decorative Caleb used to be when plating up dishes. Be it intricate floral garnishes or complex layering, his food was always so beautiful to look at. 

She taps at her chin. Maybe an alternating pattern of ginger slices and slivered scallions will look nice. And she wonders how well Caleb will be able to follow along. Lifting a finger, she points vaguely at the sliced vegetables and points to the salmon. A slice of ginger floats over and rests on the fish. 

“You know, this kind of reminds me of ratatouille.”

Caleb laughs. “Awh, come on.” As she gestures for another piece, both piles rise and hover over the dish. She throws her fingers out dramatically as the vegetables scatter over the dish. With each addition, her brow creases and her lips curl up. It’s no pattern, that’s for sure. But she sees the beginning of letters being spelled. 

‘I…’

‘L…O…V…E’

Her eyes crinkle. Then as the last slices of vegetable fall into their designated space, so scoffs.

‘CALEB’

She shakes her head. “No no no, I think my evol is waning.” 

Caleb flicks her forehead. “No, I don’t think so, pips. If I hadn’t just witnessed it, I’d say you were confessing to me through your evol.”

God, she has to find a way to shut this man up. She hooks her arm around his neck, pulling him down against her before pressing her lips against his.

“You’re such an idiot,” she mumbles against him, a smile breaking loose on both of their lips. He maneuvers her with his elbows, pressing her gently against the sink as he washes his hands behind her. All the while, her lips are fervent against his, hands cupping his jaw as he leans roughly into her. He fumbles for the towel, throwing it messily between his hands. Once his hands are dry, they come to rest firmly on her waist, smoothing down the fabric of her camisole. He’s the first to break the kiss, coming up for air with open-mouthed pants. Her own lips are pink and swollen, glistening with a thin sheen of saliva. She swallows slowly as she looks up at him, taking him in. He’s so close to her. So large compared to her frame, caging her against the counter. 

“Are you still interested in my evol?” His lips ghost her jaw but his eyes are fixed on the strap of her camisole. She can feel his breath against her lips. Slow with each inhale and exhale. Then she feels that buzz that she’s grown to know all too well. Feels the hum of its frequency push and pull her with its melodic familiarity. His evol pulls the strap of her top down to her arm.

“Still interested in the things I can do?” He leans down and kisses the flesh, tracing his way to the loose strap. As her hands come to tug at the collar of his shirt they’re suddenly seized mid-air, constrained and forced behind her back.

“Caleb…” Her voice is shrill and airy. Slowly, she feels its force tilt her jaw up. Her eyes are wide, rounded at the corners. 

“Don’t move. Or are you also interested in testing the limits of this evol?” Despite his warning she writhes in its hold. But it’s like trying to swim through quick sand. The pressure against her arms is firm; not painful, but unmistakably profound and unyielding.

She shakes her head. “But I wanna touch you.” At that he feigns a pout, leaving small kisses down the juncture of her neck. 

“Go on, touch me then,” he teases, brows knitted as he laughs at her. “Try.”

She struggles in her binds, wanting so desperately to lean into his touch. She can wiggle her fingers, but there’s no getting out of her constraints. 

“Looks like you’re losing control of your evol. Not so clever after all, are you?”

She grits her teeth, using her limited mobility to rub her legs together. The glare on her face is piercing and he almost doubles over in laughter when his gaze returns to her. 

“Baby, what is it?”

She huffs. “I’m thinking about how I’d use my evol to smack you across the face. Have you on the ground in two seconds flat-” Suddenly her head is wrenched back, his evol tugging roughly on her hair. The thin skin of her neck lays completely exposed to him, throbbing with each shallow breath. Her words are all but seized from her, mouth running dry in shock. 

“You’re so bold for someone that’s completely in my care.”

Her eyes strain to meet his in her position, and she debates whether or not offering a smile will appease him.

“I thought you said you wanted to do nice things for me.” His laugh is gentle compared to the cruelty of his evol. 

“Baby, I am being nice.” Tracing the edge of her jaw, he closes in on her, nudging her thighs apart with his knee. Taking another step closer, he presses his thigh against her core, towering over her and indulging in all the little gasps he manages to draw out of her. He takes on a rhythmic motion, rocking into her. 

“Caleb, I swear…” He shushes her, biting at the shell of her ear. She shivers into his touch. Once he was over his little bit, she was going to show him. Get him down on his knees and repenting for the way he was using his evol against her like this.

He whispers into her ear. “Baby, I’m so pent up. You had me working like a dog today. Don’t I get some sort of reward?”

She doesn’t say anything. Can’t even move her head to the side and bite at his smug smile. “Hmm?” he presses, angling his face down at her. He thumbs at her bottom lip, dragging the flesh down slightly and letting it spring back in place. 

“Had me fighting in a goddamn tundra.” The glint in eyes is cruel as his lips curl. “Had me put on a show for dinner…”

“Surely your evol is depleted by now, with the way you’re complaining, wouldn’t you think?” she bites back. Her body is arched painfully further, elbows suspended above the counter. The edge of the granite digs into her hip bones. A whimper escapes her lips, and her eyes shake as he leans down over her. His face is so close to hers, his breath hot against her cheek. 

She feels that familiar ache at her core. A terrible mix of want and excitement as she submerges herself in the frequency of his evol. The gentle drumming of energy pulses holding her captive, entangling itself fully against her own dwindling power. She’s depleted from training. Yet, he’s still got energy to spare. 

“Tell me to stop,” he rasps, almost biting into her cheek.

She shakes her head. “I don’t want you to stop.” She mirrors his sick smirk, almost baring her teeth at him. “You say you deserve a reward. Come take it.”

She watches as his eyes almost haze. He doesn’t say anything as he steps away from her before gripping her upper arm tightly.

A sudden pit opens in her stomach and she feels the surge in energy around her first before he spins her roughly and forces her against the counter again. The frenzied spikes of energy fluctuations engulf her senses, and she almost moans, letting herself drown in the overwhelming pressure. This feels intangible. Like she’s living in his evol whilst simultaneously being puppeteered by it. She whines as her shorts are pulled off her, the hem of her shirt riding up over the curve of her breasts.

She feels him grope her ass as he presses his weight against her. She almost falls on her face against the granite before being supported by his evol. Her hands are still tightly bound behind her back. 

Caleb presses two fingers against her panty-clad cunt, stroking over the wet fabric before pushing it in slowly. 

“Look at that, don’t even need to prep you.”

She pants, unable to writhe against the sensation. “Keep teasing me and find out what happens.”

Cocking his head, he laughs down at her rigid form. He retreacts his fingers briefly, only to pull the fabric and let it snap back harshly against her cunt. And she jolts with what limited mobility she’s afforded. 

“Go on,” he whispers. Then he slaps her ass harshly, the echo resounding throughout the kitchen. Heat burns at her cheek as she hangs her head low, almost wanting to press her forehead against the cool counter, but his evol doesn’t allow it. Pulling her panties to the side, he rubs the head of his cock against her swollen cunt, collecting the sticky leakage and smoothing it over his length. She hears him groan before returning to his slow, laboured pants. “I’m waiting.”

“That makes two of us,” she forces out, suppressing even the notion of a moan through clenched teeth.

“Oh you don’t know when to stop, do you?” Gripping his cock and bracing her ass with the other, he pushes in, filling her roughly. She can’t even lurch forward. Can only gape as a broken whine spills past her lips. His thrusts are initially shallow, hand smoothing over the small of her back as he waits for her to settle into the feeling.

“Caleb,” she moans. She wiggles her fingers at him, desperately pleading for him to hold her hand. And she hears him laugh at her softly, before he intertwines their fingers. 

“You okay, baby?”

She nods, eyes clenched shut as she focuses on drawing in air. “I’m okay. You can go faster.”

She feels him lean down against her, moulding his body over hers. The shift in position causes him to bottom out, kissing her cervix. Her walls are fluttering around his cock, spasming and contracting with each shaky breath. She feels so fucking full. Consumed entirely by his body and evol. 

He kisses the curl of her ear. “Okay, baby.”

He sets a brutal pace, each thrust knocking her into the invisible boundary of his evol. Fuck, she’s going delirious, letting her mind be swallowed by his scent. His thrusts are so rough as he moans into her ear, hands slipping from their grip at her waist. They wander over her stomach, latching onto every curve, kneading the flesh roughly as he ruts into her. Finally, they settle on her breasts, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Fuck, Caleb!” She gasps out. Her chest is a flushed rose, sweat glistening as her body is drilled past exhaustion. Whatever energy she regained from her shower is long gone. 

His other hand is still tightly locked with hers, her own knuckles bruising her back. It’s almost laughable how quickly her mind dissolves into nothing. He’s barely settled on a steady rhythm and she’s already fucked dumb. 

She arches her back into him, moaning out his name.

“Please, please,” she whines, laboured breaths echoing out against the counter. “I’m so tired.”

“You’re tired? Baby, I’m doing all the work.”

She rolls her eyes, squeezing his hand in retaliation. He responds with a murmur of ‘ouch, baby’ before returning to his ministrations concerning the aching throb of his cock being still for too long. 

“Come on, baby. Push back into me.”

“Mmm, can’t,” she whines, slumping forward as far as she was allowed. 

“You can’t?” he echoes. “Are you asking for my help?” He doesn’t give her the chance to answer before a force yanks at her hips, reeling her body back to meet his thrusts. 

“Mmph! Oh my fucking God.” Her mouth is agape as her body is maneuvered so indecently. The slap of her ass meeting his pelvis casts a hue of red over her cheeks. He’s pushing so relentlessly into her, fucking her so brazenly in their kitchen. 

He releases his hold on her hand, no longer binding her wrists to her back. Once she feels the pressure alleviate, they scramble out in front of her, bracing against the counter.  

“Where are you trying to go?”

She shakes her head through her moans, fingers gripping uselessly at the flat counter. She can’t stop her hips, can’t pull away from his demanding thrusts. And each breach of his cock is pushing her closer, and closer to the edge. 

“Fuck, Caleb, it’s too much.” She thinks about potentially coming all over the kitchen floor. How she knows that when she releases, it’s going to be messy. Feels in the angle that he’s bruising her walls that she’s going to fucking squirt. The tips of her ears are hot ember.

Suddenly her hair curls around a bodiless force before being yanked. Her head is jerked back until her nape rests against his shoulder. He’s breathing down over her cheek, groaning so fucking nastily into the air above her as he works his cock into her. She can feel how sticky her cunt is, how each time his hips leave hers, strings of their mixed precum strains between them. Can hear the foul squelch of his cock fucking her sloppy cunt. All of this, combined with the pleasurable pressure of his evol restraining her body. Its energy so fucking insatiable that she can’t think of a better use for it other than keeping her still while he uses her. 

“Mmph, fuck fuck fuck.” She clenches so tightly around him that he lurches forward, crushing her with his weight. His cock slams against her cervix and she falls apart. She feels her warm release gush out of her cunt, the sheer force of her orgasm pushing his cock out. 

“Fuck, you’re so messy, baby.” Yet he only drives his cock back into her, the sudden halt of pressure and friction threatening to knock him out. “Come on, just a little more.” 

The steamers cry out beside them, whistling as a stream of steam shoots towards the extractor. It’s like a sharp hook back to reality, clearing the fog from out of her mind. 

“Caleb, you’re gonna over steam the eggs. You know I hate when they get all rubbery.”

“You’re worried about the eggs?”

Fucking her into overstimulation, he makes her watch as bowls and plates swirl and woosh before her. The lids of the steamers rise, unveiling the salmon and egg and engulfing them in its rich scent. The cutlery draw  opens beside them and spoons and chopsticks follow each other out. All the while, his hips are still pushing into her spasming cunt. But he’s wearing a smile, laughing through his guttural moans as he feels the pressure almost consume him. There’s something about using his evol on so many things at once that awakens something in both of their stomachs. 

“Baby, fuck.” 

Her body is mush as she feels him slow, returning to shallow thrusts as his come spills into her. 

She lets him ride it out. Meanwhile, the dishes plate themselves beautifully in front of them. 

“Okay, okay. Stop showing off. Fuuck.” She rolls over on the counter, splaying out against the cool surface. Her cunt is throbbing, legs wobbly as she tries to hold herself up. Caleb is bent over her, eyes crinkled up in his laughter. Their breaths mingle at their proximity before he presses a fervent kiss along her jaw. 

Then all at once, she’s no longer suspended by that delicious pressure. He’s holding her up in his warm, shaky hands, all signs of his evol finally put to rest. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay?”

She grips onto his shoulder for leverage, planting a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I am so getting you back for that.”

He scoffs. “You enjoyed that, no?”

She drags their plates towards them, deciding it’s best to eat while it’s hot and fresh. Even if they’re both covered in sweat and cum. 

“Doesn’t matter if I enjoyed it. I’m pretty sure there are rules against such unlawful use of one’s evol.” Before he can argue, she presses a spoonful of rice, salmon, and egg at his lips and he accepts. She watches him chew and swallow.

“Rate my cooking?”

Now he can scoff at her. “Ten out of ten, baby.”

The rest of the night continues with playful bickering as they clean each other up and settle in bed. Once they hit the mattress, it’s lights out almost immediately. But not before she conjures something diabolical in her mind. A sinister plan for the day to come, using all that she’s learnt from today. 

Come morning, she’s up before Caleb. Stretching out with the night’s rejuvenation of her body. 

“Come on, baby, time for our morning run,” she says, as he’s spooning his breakfast into his mouth. He quirks a brow at her.

“You’re gonna join me?” She almost fails to hide her grimace before nodding. 

“Of course.”

She did not join him for his run. In fact, she only walked, cheering him on as he lapped her for the fifth time.

“Baby, think you can do a few Deepspace Trials with me? I’ve got a room booked. You know how fast they fill up.”

He doesn’t hesitate, wiping the sweat off his brow and taking the ice-cold water bottle she had so graciously filled up for him.

“You wanna go again? You’re determined.” Yeah, about that.

When they find themselves outside the familiar arena, she lays her hunter firearms down in the weaponry room, before perusing the shelves. He watches her, cocking his head to the side as her fingers brush along a peculiar weapon. 

“You’re going to use a sniper?”

She looks back at him, shrugging. “Yeah. I’m not great at ranged attacks. It’s important that I’m versatile when it comes to weapons.” Convincing, enough. 

“...Okay.” He pauses for a second, twirling his own firearms in his hands.Then he parts his lips.  “Well, why don’t we go to a shooting range? That’d be better if you wanna improve your aim.”

She shakes her head, giving a curt, “no.” She picks up the sniper and balances it in her hands. It weighs a fucking tonne. “In real situations, wanderers aren’t going to be standing perfectly still for me.” She watches as his face scrunches up slightly before he gives in.

“Yeah, okay.”

As they make their way into the arena, the operating screen flies down towards her. She scans her ID and it beeps with approval. 

“Welcome back!” Its robotic voice sounds out. “Please select your desired training conditions.”

She barely looks at the icons that she’s pressing, scrolling right to the end and selecting whichever SSR, boss-class, level eighty-five wanderer comes up first. The one she selects is classified as a ‘knave’, using melee as its primary type of attack. It also wields an axe the size of its body. She almost snorts at the cruelty of her impending plan. This wanderer is better known as ‘beyblade’ at the Hunters Association, with the way it frequently uses an uninterruptible, spinning attack to defeat Hunters. Pain in her ass. But good for the situation, she justified. 

Scrolling down to the environment section, she holds back another laugh as her fingers travel to a very specific biome: Tundra. 

Set weather conditions to extreme, check. 

She glances at Caleb, thankful he was too busy admiring the interior of the arena. 

“Warning! Your chosen weapon of…sniper…is not recommended gi-” She shushes the robotic warning, closing it and sending the screen away. Yeah, no shit.

The lights dim and the familiar drone of the vents start to burr to life. 

“Ready?” Caleb probes in the darkness.

“Always,” she answers back.

When the lights come on again, the ground is an uneven mess of coarse rock and snow. The vents mimic the sound of harsh winds, and she feels their effect immediately as goosebumps rise along her arms. The arena is boundless. A cold, dry, and deathly expanse of nothingness. 

“Did you pick a fucking tundra again?!”

Then the wanderer spawns, its axe soaring far above its head as it hovers in the air.

“And you picked that fucking wanderer?!”

Not even she has time to laugh in the given situation, immediately turning on her heel. She sees a rise in the terrain, and gestures to it. 

“I’m gonna go for higher ground.” Hiking her sniper up on her shoulder, she runs. It’s only been a few seconds but she’s already out of breath. The air is so cold and dry; her chest feels like it’s caving in on itself. Throwing her equipment down, she tries to steady the sniper on the coarse dirt. She squints as she peers into the scope, moving her rifle until it aligns with the wanderer. She repositions. Then repositions again, trying to find any weak points in the monster’s hardened exterior. Any cracks within its armour.

“Got a clear shot?” Caleb’s voice echoes out, amplified by her Hunter’s watch. Leaning her head away from the scope, she watches as he runs around the wanderer, intermittently suspending himself in the air as he fires round after round. She can see his hot breath puff out against the cold, but he doesn’t seem deterred, pressing on. 

Looking back through the scope, she positions the rifle before pulling the trigger. She hits it square in the shoulder, knocking it back a step. It’s not super effective, but it gives Caleb the upper hand with his next attack. 

They continue like this: her staying calm and firing strategic shots while Caleb tires himself at the front line. Almost there, she thinks. That humming in her stomach when she’s close to resonating, so tantalising as it flares at the corners and sets her nerves alight. When the last barrier of the wanderer’s protocore shield is broken, she hikes the rifle back over her shoulder before sliding down the terrain to Caleb’s level. He looks over his shoulder at her, understanding instantly what’s to come. They nod at each other.

Golden rays wrap around her like silk, emerging from her palms and chest. She feels his evol simmer and crackle around her before lifting them both in the air, launching them to spiral around each other in an intricate dance that she so loves. She takes a deep breath, opening her heart entirely to the sensation. His evol is so much weaker than it was yesterday, thanks to her tiring him out. There would have been no way she’d be able to even think of manipulating it if he was at full power. In the darkness of her clenched eyes, she can almost see the energy fluctuations of his evol mixing with her. A vibrant blue, grey, and orange bleeding into her gold hues. Then, as she shifts her arms, she sees the hues bend to her will and she surges higher into the air. 

“Watch out!”

Caleb’s voice rips her from the void, forcing her back into her body. She cries out. No! But there’s no time to scream, because the wanderer’s axe is coming straight for her. She rotates the sniper over her shoulder, slinging it around and aiming the barrel in front of her. There’s no time to look into the scope, the shot’s going to make it anyway. She pulls the trigger and the recoil sends her flying back. Caleb’s evol cushions the blow, letting her drift slowly to the ground.

“Dammit!” she curses, almost throwing the rifle to the side. She was so close, so close to wielding his evol. Really understanding the ripples and spikes in its energy waves and manipulating it. 

“Again,” she mutters, wiping the sweat off her upper lip.

“Are you crazy?!” Caleb screams. He takes a moment while the wanderer is down to stalk towards her. “What’s up with you today? You’re being so reckless. Choosing an unsuitable weapon--which,” he points his finger at her, “you can’t even use.”

She scoffs but he doesn’t let her interrupt.

“Choosing an SSR class wanderer. And setting the biome to the fucking tundra!” She only glares back at him, swinging her rifle back into position. The wanderer’s protocore shields are recovering slowly. They have to defeat it now.

“Come on. You can whinge afterwards. We have to go again. I have a good feeling.” Caleb rolls his eyes but follows her nonetheless, closing in on the weakened wanderer. 

“Oh, you have a good feeling,” he mocks. “Well that changes everything.”

She can still feel the hum of her resonance inside her. It hasn’t dissipated yet. She gives him a nod and he concedes. While they have their fair share of bickering, at least this is one thing that they have a mutual understanding for. They are never more powerful than when they’re together. 

This time, when she’s lifted into the air, her mind immediately sees the energy fluctuations. She splays her hands out over them, feels the way they burn at her hand like live wires. Her brows furrow intently. She can do this. Feel it on the edge of her fingertips. Then, with a decisive blow, she manipulates the strings of their combined energy, feels it wrap around her wrists like a shackle. Was this the weight he bore? 

Caleb immediately meets her eyes, bewildered as he feels his power shift to her. It is inexplicable and daunting. 

Pushing her arms out around her, she surges through the sky, rings of blue and gold and orange supporting her flight. She’s harnessing his evol, amplifying it to terriying heights as she manipulates the environment around them. She hovers her hands over the wanderer and a crushing weight flattens it into the ground, sending clouds of smoke and rubble up around them. Caleb is on the floor, arm over his face as waves away the smoke. She frowns. He can’t fly? Taking control of his energy has nullified his?

She casts her hand again towards him, and pulls him into the air beside her. He looks unsteady. Almost like her when she was lifted for the first time. Is this really happening?

“Woah…” He breathes out shakily, arms out carefully to balance himself. “...What are you trying to do?” He looks so vulnerable. So small and scared, wrapped in an evol that he has no control over.

She doesn’t know what to say, looking down at her open palms. Before she can reply, the robotic voice sounds out over the arena.

“Deepspace Trial completed. Congratulations.”

She looks up. Then below them at the fading tundra. As she slowly lowers them to the ground, her lips curl up into a smile. Caleb’s pupils are still blown as he stares at her, arms still out like he might topple over.

“That was unbelievable.” Her hands are shaking as she stares down at them. “I wanna go again.”

Caleb’s quick to interject. “Nahhh. I think you’ve had enough training for today.” He pats her shoulder gently before bringing her into a hesitant hug. 

The drive home is mostly silent. Caleb’s at a loss for words and she’s still too shocked to know what to make of it. When they get home, it’s her who insists he be the one to shower first. She had to nearly run into the ground before she was able to manipulate his evol like that. 

Once she’s out of the shower, she drops her knees against the bed. Caleb’s sitting up against the headboard, staring into space. He’s shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. When he notices her, he parts his lips, then shuts them again. She can sense his unease, furrowing her brows at him. 

“How did you…” he begins. He looks down at his open palms in his lap. “I mean…”

She pushes his hands away, crawling on the mattress and swinging her legs over his so that she’s sitting on his lap. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you during training.” She feels the guilt seep into her chest at his low expression. It was always him protecting her. But this is something new entirely. She brushes her fingers along his cheek reassuringly. “It’s like you said yesterday. There’s still a lot about my evol that we don’t understand.”

He looks up at her, shaking his head. “Yeah. No, I’m sorry. I should be celebrating you. I just can’t help feeling like…”

Craning her neck, she leans down and kisses him, the impending words dissipating from his mind. He kisses her back, hands smoothing over her thighs. 

“Fuck,” he groans, clenching his eyes shut.

She leans back. “Are you too tired? We don’t have to-”

“I’m not tired.” He pulls her back in for a kiss. “Never too tired for this.” His lips work wonders against hers, trailing down to leave wet kisses over her neck. She moans into him, writhing closer so that she’s sitting over his cock. Her hands massage their way to his scalp, pulling at his hair gently. He groans before it dissolves into laughter.

“I can’t believe you’ve still got the energy. Last night wasn’t enough for you?” She jerks back, out of his hold, to send him a scowl. He ‘tch’s, pulling her back down into his embrace and kissing her nose. “Don’t scowl, baby.”

His hands mould against her hips, sliding up under the hem of her shirt. They’re warm against her and she melts into him. 

“There, baby, you look so much better when you’re smiling at me.” She rolls her eyes, leaning into touch as his hands follow the curvature of her breasts.

“I’m not smiling at you,” she mumbles. She braces a hand against his waist as he begins to knead the flesh gently, rubbing his thumb over her nipple and letting it wobble back in place. Her hips begin to grind down against him, small rocks back and forth as their breaths mingle together. His eyes are half lidded as they bore in hers. 

“Caleb,” she sighs, breaths becoming laboured. He lifts her shirt up, pulling over her head and discarding it on the floor. His lips press against the swell of her breast. Then she inhales sharply as she feels the gentle clasp of his teeth against her. All the while, his hands return to her waist, guiding her against him faster.

“Yeah, keep going, baby.”

She leans down towards him, playing with his hair to keep herself grounded. 

“Hah, feels good.” She whimpers softly.

He grins up at her, that smug smile making its way across his lip.

“Want me to fuck you dumb again, yeah?” He bites into her harshly. “Have me running around all day, but you fold when my dick’s involved.” She audibly gasps, wriggling to get out of his iron hold to no avail. Even with one hand, his grip is unyielding, forcing her to continue grinding her swollen cunt against him. 

“Mmph, don’t,” she warns.

“Don’t what?” He bites down again at her breast before swirling his hot tongue over the wound. He bucks up into her roughly and she jolts, hands slamming on the headboard for balance. “Don’t bite you?” He licks another stripe over her breast. “Or are you telling me if we keep going you’re going to cum in your pants?”

Heat burns at her cheeks and she forcibly closes her eyes.

“Caleb, I swear…”

His arms wrap around her waist and she feels his weight shift before he rolls over, caging her beneath him. He towers over her menacingly, knees coming up to press at her core. Her legs are splayed wide open.

“Baby, you gotta finish your sentences. I can’t think for the both of us.”

Her brows crease, the heat on her cheeks turning into anger. Before he can pin her wrists against the pillow, she grabs his arm and pulls it against her chest.

“What are you doing?” he asks, amused. 

“Don’t you think you’re being too callous?” Despite her words, she wears a smile. And he only mirrors her expression. She can feel his energy sputtering, loose ends of anger flaring and threatening to set ablaze. He’s been like this ever since training, when she took his evol. Had him wobbling around like child in his own evol. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be teasing me right now.”

His smile breaks as laughter erupts on his face. Mean, mocking laughter as his eyes rake over her vulnerable state. 

“Then tell me what position I should be in, sweetheart. The way I see it, you’re lying there, soiling your panties, waiting for me to touch you-”

She doesn’t let him finish. Tightening her grip on his wrist, she resonates, engulfing them in a sea of golden flames. The flash only lasts for a second before he’s lurched forward, forced to slam his palm against the mattress and brace himself. She watches as shock creeps into his eyes, and try as he might to hide it, the tremor in his lips is undeniable. She lets go of his wrist, instead flicking her hand and flipping him over on his back. 

“Baby…” there’s a gentle shake to his voice. She ignores it, swinging her legs back over him and easing herself down over his crotch. 

His own evol, taken from him, pins his hips down. Restrains him as she grinds harshly on his cock. He chokes out a moan, pupils blown.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She quips. In the next second, his wrists are pinned on either side of his head. She uses the opportunity to drag her palms over his chest, chewing on her lips with the way her finger mould to every curve and divot of his muscles. She stays there, mesmerised. He never usually lets her admire him for this long. It’s always him worshipping her body. Him giving her attention. Swirling her finger around his nipple, she gives it a gentle pinch before grinning down at him. He’s not smiling anymore. 

“Oh, are you waiting for me to touch you?” Her gaze falls down to his cock and she pulls at the waistband of his pants. As she begins tugging the fabric down, she gives him a sneer. “You know, you give me so much shit when you’re teasing me. For what it’s worth, I better not find you fully hard under here.”

He groans at her touch, fighting against the invisible pressure holding him down to no avail.

His cock springs up and hits his stomach. It’s an angry red, throbbing, and leaking pre-cum down to its hilt. She scoffs.

“Fucking pervert.” 

She leans down over him, taking his cock into her hand and he groans. He wants so desperately to buck up into her but he can’t.

“Okay, baby, I get it.”

She peers at him as her mouth hovers over his tip. Pursing her lips, she spits onto it and lets it dribble down until its caught by her hand. He rolls his eyes back at the sight, fighting through clenched teeth. 

“What’s there to get?”

“Awh fuck, baby. I get it. I won’t tease you anymore. I’ll be nice. Just, please…”

She feels something sinister bubble in her stomach when she hears him say the word ‘please’. But she doesn’t shy away from it. Stroking her hand along his cock slowly, she narrows her eyes.

“Say that again.”

He blinks at her through his convulsions. “I won’t tease you--”

“Not that,” she interrupts him, squeezing his cock. He groans, throwing his head further back into the pillows. “That last part. I want to hear it again.”

“Please,” he says. Bingo. He grits his teeth, forcing the words out. “Please, please, please.”

She increases her pace, wrapping a second hand around it. Her thumb teases his tip, ghosting the slit with the gentlest of pressures. She cocks her head to the side as she watches him twitch and moan. Caleb sucks in a deep breath.

“Baby, please. I’ve agreed to not tease you. You won’t so much as afford me the same courtesy?”

She stops at that. Maybe he’s right. Maybe she’s being too cruel. Or not. 

She rises to her knees, tugging her shorts down until she’s only in her panties. His gaze follows her every move, and despite him being restrained, she doesn’t feel all that safe under his scrutiny. 

“Are you enjoying this?” she probes, throwing her arms out. She watches amused as the comforter pulls out from beneath him and folds itself neatly before settling to the side. Then as an extra pillow wriggles its way beneath his head. 

His lips are curled up into a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“What do you wanna hear, baby?”

She frowns at that. “You’re ruining my fun.”

She brings over a third pillow resting on a chair, slamming her palms together. The cushion contorts before its contents explode, sending a thousand feathers into the air. She laughs whole heartedly, eyes crinkling at the corners. But the feathers don’t drift towards the ground. They dance and twirl in her delight, encasing them in a dream-like scene. His gaze never leaves her, and he can no longer fight the smile tugging at his lips. Because she looks so beautiful like this. 

When she finally lets the feathers fall to the floor she looks down at her panty-clad body. The force of his evol pulling it down at her own will feels almost ticklish. She giggles, kicking her legs as she feels the fabric pull off her and dangle in front of them. When she returns over him, she thumbs at his bottom lip, pulling the flesh down gently.

“Open.”

His breath hitches as he looks between her and the panties. “Baby, don’t you think you’re having too much fun?”

She ignores him. “Wider.” They stare at each other for a few seconds. He can feel heat churn at the pit of his stomach, and he’s afraid to indulge it. “Come on,” she probes.

He swallows before opening his mouth fully, tilting his head back. The panties push into his mouth, and he trembles. 

“Good job, baby.” 

Swinging her leg back over him, she aligns his cock with her swollen cunt. She drags the tip along her sex, letting the sticky fluids collect and drip down the sides of him before prodding closer. She sinks down only a little at first, fucking herself shallowly. Then as her walls loosen, she sits down on him completely. He lurches forward, moaning into her panties. 

“Mmm,” he groans.

She can barely keep her composure as she begins to lift herself on top of him, taking his cock deep and slow. Letting her warm cunt swallow him with each messy and wet thrust. 

She settles between bouncing shyly on his throbbing cock and rocking gently against him. Let it nudge and prod at her most sensitive parts. Taking it entirely at her own pace. Bumping her clit against him with each slam back down onto him. 

As he looks up at her his eyes roll to the back of his head. He just wants to grab her. Reclaim his evol and show her truly what the bounds of his evol are. He lets out a grumble, his string of words jumbling into a muffled mess.

“What was that?”

He rolls his eyes, not bothering to try and speak again. But his head is yanked back suddenly, his evol tugging at his hair.

“Don’t roll your eyes.” She pulls the panties from his mouth and he sputters. “Now, what was that?”

“Baby, when I get my fucking hands on you--mmph!” 

She shoves the fabric back in. “You wanna try that again?” He’s quick to nod, breathing heavily through his nose. She waits a second before pulling the fabric out again.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re--MMPH!” 

She shakes her head dismissively, letting out a sigh. 

“You know, I’m getting a bit tired.” she brushes the hair out of her eyes before tapping at her chin exaggeratedly. “What was that thing you made me do yesterday?”

Suddenly his hips are yanked up and she gasps as his cock hits her cervix, leaning down to brace against his heaving chest. She tinkers with the amount of force, methodically pulling and pushing his hips into her. Using him to get off. 

He groans into the fabric, wrists writhing against the pillows. His eyes widen as he yells out through the fabric, grabbing her attention.

“You want me to take it out?” He nods frantically at her and she hesitates. “Will you be good?” He doesn’t stop nodding, brows knitting up. She gently pulls the soiled fabric out, holding it up like a threat. 

“Fuck, thank you. Thank you.” Without the muffle, his breaths are so heavy against her. “You feel so good.”

She gasps at his brazenness, sinking down harder on him. “Yeah?” she tries, searching his eyes.

“Yes, yes. Keep going. Keep going.” His words spur her on, and she clenches tightly around him, triggering a throaty moan. 

She wonders if he feels just as delirious as her. If the feeling of having his evol used so cruelly against him turns his stomach over in the same devious way it does to her. If he can recognise his own energy and just barely grasp it. Feel something so powerful and familiar, yet intangible, just like her. 

“Tell me you love it. Tell me you like me doing this to you.”

He whines, lips trembling in the stimulation. “Fuck, Fuck,” he sputters. “I love it. I love what you’re doing to me. I want you to use me like this. I--mmph oh fuck.” 

She moans out above him, vision starting to blur. He cock is leaking out into her, dribbling down the sides and dripping back onto his pelvis. The sheets are a fucking mess. And she doesn’t know how much longer she can last with the way his cock is bruising her walls. 

She commands him to go faster, the force pistoning his cock up into her.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-” she gasps, tears brimming at her waterline. She manipulates each and every thrust. Paving her path to orgasm so intricately. His pupils dilate as he watches her, consuming every little expression she makes. How she reacts to each thrust. How she controls his pace and all the little patterns of when his hips are forced into a frenzy, and when his hips are dragged slowly. All of it. 

“Mmph fuck!” Her release spills out of her and he can’t help but come as well. Her being the trigger to his pleasure. She lifts herself up and down on him shallowly as the rest of her cum splatters onto his thighs. She’s gasping above him, eyes watching the heave of his chest. The glisten of sweat down his neck and chest. The flush of his cheeks as gulps for air. She lets him calm down, waiting till their breathing plateaus out into even waves. 

He’s still inside her, plugging what remains of their mixed release in her aching walls. She brushes the wet hair off his forehead, leaning down to kiss him. He looks exhausted, eyes closed and chin tilted up. 

“Baby,” she coos, stroking his jaw. He cracks his eyes open, a smile curling at his lips. “You okay?”

“I’m okay,” he answers her evenly. His eyes flicker down to the mess at his hips. “You’re still using my evol,” he points out. 

“Oh right.” She swallows, pausing a second before she retracts the force pinning him down. “You’re not mad, right, baby?”

He shakes his head, a little too quickly. “No, I’m not mad, baby.”

She sighs as a gentle smile spreads across her face. She leans down and presses another kiss against his lips. Truly, she’s spent. Can barely support herself on top of him. Breathing out and focusing, she stifles her resonance, retracting claim over his evol and releasing him of his constraints. Barely a second passes before she’s launched into the mattress, thrown so roughly beneath him that the wind gets knocked out of her.

“Caleb!” She rasps. Then her eyes widen and a cry is torn from her lips as he slides right back into her. 

“Baby, what did I say?”

Tears breach her waterline as he fucks into her roughly, slamming against her already cum-painted walls and spilling it out onto the sheets. She can barely breathe, forcing her palms against his chest.

“That you weren’t mad!” She cries, trying to writhe away as he bullies her into the mattress.

“Silly girl,” he sneers. 

He cages her head between his forearms, breathing down on her as he sets a brutal pace. 

Caleb was a man who could indulge in her ploy for power under certain conditions. But having his evol, one of his only tethers to the world, severed and held just out of reach set fire to something that knew no bounds. She had dug her grave the second she decided to resonate. And surrendered the second she decided to not. And he’d spend all night reminding her.

an: wowie need me some resonance so i can take caleb to plough town

[strnilolover]

⌗ . . . PLEASURE IS GOOD BUT THE PAIN FEELS BETTER

WARNINGS : SMUT. USE OF PERIOD SIMULATOR. LIGHT PAIN KINK. RIDING. PNV. CREAM PIE. OVERSTIMULATION. SLIGHT SUB!CHRIS.

chris and his brothers had no idea what any of them were getting into when they finally gave into the period simulator idea that matt had brought up on stream months ago—but you were there watching it all go down.

sitting in the background where the camera wouldn’t catch you as they filmed their video.

matt was the first one up who decided to try the simulation—though he did place the patches too high, you decided not to correct them on it. letting them deal with their own consequences.

as you sat there, you couldn’t help but to giggle to yourself softly. watching as matt yelled anytime the dial was turned up too high—complaining about the pain radiating through his body. the same happened with nick—the yelling and cursing. you honestly thought they were some big babies for not handling the pain well.

but when it came to chris’ turn—you couldn’t help but to let your mind wander. the wires were connected to his skin, the device in one hand as he leans back against the cushions of the couch.

“c’mon you can trust me!” matt exclaimed, though there was clear intent behind his eyes, a smirk forming on his face. “no, i can’t.” chris said, turning his head to look at matt as he shuffled away from him. “yes, you can. i swear!” but chris wasn’t buying it, continuing to hold the device away from matt. eventually, matt convinced him to at least let him turn the device on.

it didn’t start right away, chris’ nerves shining through each time the device was turned up to the next level. “you feel it?” matt had asked chris, your own ears almost missing the question. and chris nodded, “yeah.” but his response sounded a little breathless.

“does it feel nice?” matt questioned again, and chris turned to look at him again. “no.” but his mouth was agape slightly, his words breathless again. almost as if he was trying to hold something back. you just watched, quirking a brow as the boys paid no mind to you.

you continued to sit silently, watching as chris gasped and thrusted his hips upwards anytime the simulator got turned up too high. watching as he yelled—but you could hear they were forced, they weren’t the sounds he was wanting to make. you smirked, standing up quietly as you made your way down to chris’ room, waiting for them to finish filming.

-

chris didn’t come down to his room until late—going out with matt and nick to run some errands and to grab some food, making sure to ask if you wanted anything before they came home.

and that gave you plenty of time to go upstairs and search for where they had left the simulator. when you found it, discarded on the counter in the kitchen, you grabbed it and slipped your way back into chris’ room just as they walked in from the garage.

their voices mingled as they bickered over something stupid, but it quickly came to an end as chris opened the door to his room—food and drinks in hand as he said his last words to his brothers before closing the door with his foot.

“hey baby i got—“ his words were cut off as he turned around, seeing you on his bed in nothing but one of his tees and your panties. his mouth dropped open, everything on his tongue disappearing.

you smiled, crossing your legs as you held the simulator next to you on the sheets. chris’ eyes flicked to it then back at you before his feet moved to set the food down on his desk.

chris didn’t even say a word—just stared. his mouth parted, chest already rising and falling faster than normal. his eyes darted between your bare thighs and the little machine lying next to you on the bed.

“you guy’s left your toy out,” you said sweetly. “thought i’d give it back.” chris slowly stepped closer to you. “you—what’re you doing with that? you’re not gonna make me wear that again, are you?”

you tilted your head at his silly question, smirking slightly. “you don’t want to?.” you asked, cocking a grow at him. his face heated up, the idea of the simulator being hooked up to himself again making his brain work overtime.

“you looked so good earlier. moaning, gasping… couldn’t tell if it hurt or if it felt good.” you purred, but you already knew the answer to that. chris’ throat bobbed. “it hurt.”

“mhm. and yet you still popped a boner.” you teased, watching the way his eyes widened at your bluntness. “i didn’t—” he tried to protest, but you quickly interrupted him before he could get much out.

“you did.” you smiled as he couldn’t help but to palm himself through his sweats like it would prove you wrong. too late. your body was already crawling forward, grabbing the simulator and letting your fingers stroke across the wires as he stood still.

“off.” you said, and he didn’t move. so you snapped your fingers, watching his eyes re focus on you.

“i said off, chris.” and he obeyed, quickly stripping down to nothing, letting his boxers hit the floor along with his sweats. you smirked as his half-hard cock twitched under your gaze.

“come sit on the bed.” your hand coming down to pat the mattress under you. his feet moved, coming over, he sat. you came closer, climbing onto his lap. he hissed the second your clothed heat pressed against him through your thin panties, and you bent down to kiss his jaw, murmuring, “gonna let me put it on you again, baby?”

“yes.” he breathed, his body already beginning to tremble with the anticipation.

he whined under his breath as you shifted away slightly, but you were already setting the pads in place—lower this time, where they’d actually target his pelvis properly. he looked at you with wide, almost nervous eyes, but that didn’t stop you. he just gripped your hips as you straddled him once more and pressed the remote into your hand.

you flicked it on.

chris shuddered, his hips immediately jerking up as the first wave of simulation rolled through him, and a quiet whimper left his throat.

“there we go,” you whispered, grinding down on him. “that’s more like it.” the simulator buzzed, causing his hips to twitch up. your free hand reached down slowly, moving your already soaked panties to the side before you lined him up to your entrance, sinking down onto him.

his whole body arched up. “f-fuck.” he groaned, hands trembling on your waist. “you’re—shit—tight.” you moaned at the stretch, the fullness, the pressure of him inside while his muscles jerked with every little pulse of the simulator. you started to bounce gently at first, watching as his head tipped back.

he didn’t last long.

you knew he wouldn’t.

between the pain and the way your walls fluttered around him, it was only minutes before he was gasping and thrusting his cock up into you desperately, spilling inside you with a stuttered cry. his hands tightened on your hips as his cock pulsed inside you—painting your walls white.

but you didn’t stop—you couldn’t.

you were close—so close. and even though his thighs trembled and his stomach twitched with overstimulation, you gripped his shoulders and bounced your hips faster. “w-wait—babe, babe—fuck—” he cried, his eyes rolling back into his head as you continued to move, using him to get yourself off now.

“mm-mm.” you moaned, your head falling to his shoulder. “need it baby, m’almost there.”

“shit—” he cried out again when the simulator pulsed again, and his hips bucked up involuntarily, thrusting up into you. he hissed, head tipping to try and look at where you were connected. “it hurts—fucking hurts—”

“good.” you whined, bouncing even faster. “it’s supposed to.” and his nails dug into your skin—his face was twisted in that pretty little mix of pleasure and pain—eyes squeezed shut now, jaw slack, whimpering curses as you clenched around him again and again.

“fuck—m’gonna cum.” you moaned, your clit rubbing against his pelvis just the right way every time your body slammed down on him. the band in your stomach growing tighter and tighter before it finally snapped. you came with a broken cry, your whole body shaking, head tossed back as your orgasm spilled over you. chris groaned as your walls milked him, already leaking out around his cock.

you finally collapsed against him, your chest heaving with every breath you took. the simulator still attached to his skin, sending waves after waves through him, causing tears to build at his waterline. chris whimpered, “please. please turn it off.”

you slowly turned your head to kiss his cheek and finally clicked it off, and he melted beneath you with a long, shivery exhale as the waves stopped. you leaned up and looked at him—the way his face was flushed, his hair stuck to his forehead, lips parted and swollen from his teeth biting into it.

“you okay?” you asked sweetly, and he nodded, letting his eyes flutter close as he tipped his head back. you smiled, reaching your hand up to caress his face before you tried to move yourself off him, but his arms tightens around you.

“don’t move—stay, please.” he whispered, holding your sweaty bodies to one another.

and who could deny him?

a/n : ik some of y’all are waiting for the stepbrother!matt and chris thing…trust it’s coming, it’s just a little lengthy

ik @mattybsgroupie has been waiting for this one

[rottingpink]

EARNED IT | SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

cw: grumpy! simon riley x dumbass recruit! reader, dumbification, smut, size kinks, fem! reader, MDNI

synopsis: simon likes order. what happens when a cute little recruit comes in and messes it all up?

masterlist

Simon is used to the recruits being obedient and a little clumsy. They'd stumble over their words when talking to him, scramble to follow orders, maybe mess up once or twice, but they'd learn because they had to in an environment like this. It's either adapt or get thrown out, or worse, killed. But you were something else.

From the moment you stepped onto the training grounds, he knew you were going to be a problem. It wasn't because you didn't have the drive, because he clearly saw that look of determination and resilience on your face when you stood in ranks on day one, with your face all scrunched up in focus, up until you mixed up a left turn with a right and bumped into the guy behind you head on.

Yeah, he determined pretty quick that you're kind of a ditz.

"Rookie, where's your rifle?" Simon asks one early morning right after breakfast. You hate waking up early, but being in the military kinda forces you to wake up at the ass crack of dawn for PT or other sorts of training. You're half asleep as your HULKING officer towers over you as you stand in ranks; he just has to walk a few steps to get up to you now since he made you move to the front middle so he can monitor you at all times.

You blink up at him, big doe eyes shiny with confusion and sleepiness. Your gaze drops to your shoulders, where your rifle would rest on a sling, but to your dismay, there's nothing there.

"...Shit."

Simon exhales slow and shaky through his nose, trying to calm himself. This kind of shit seems to happen to you every day. He's tired of you and the way your mind seems to always be floating in the clouds and not focused on the world around you. You just smile sheepishly, shifting on your feet like you're only mildly concerned about the fact that the entire platoon is staring at you fuck up yet again. "Rookie..." He warns, his temper wavering.

"It's, uh. It’s not gone, sir!" You try to explain quickly, looking around the damp morning environment nervously. "I just... I might’ve left it in the mess hall, I-I think? Otherwise it might be in my locker, or maybe by the range-"

He stares at you. You stare back, wide-eyed, like a deer caught in the headlights. He's furious. What do you mean you don't know the exact location of your firearm? It's not a toy or something little you can easily misplace. "Go get it. Now." He just about sneers at you, eyes dark and pissed.

"Yes, sir!" Your voice is now not so tired, more chirpy, eager to impress. It grates on Simon's nerves how ridiculous you are and how everything just seems to be a game for you. He's not sure why he keeps letting you get away with your bullshit. He's benched recruits for doing things much less aggravating than you. You're very lucky you're cute, or you wouldn't be out here with the rest of the platoon right now.

After too many fucked up missions and slip up on your part, Simon decides he can't control you and decides to cut you loose while he dragged you to his barracks for a talk. He crosses his arms. "You’re done, rookie. Out of here. Can't take any more screwups, you're holding me back by being a shit soldier."

Your face falls and you swear your heart starts pounding a mile a minute as you hear his words. You stare up at him, in your civilian clothes as you were about to head to the mess hall, when he dragged you to the private room. You feel so small talking to him. Your top of your head doesn't even skim his broad shoulders. "D-done?" You whimper.

"With this. Training. The team. All of it." His voice is clipped. "You’ve been a liability since day one. I’ve got enough headaches without adding you to the list. You’re off the roster starting tomorrow."

"Is this because I lost my goggles during the simulation? It didn’t even affect the outcome that bad, sir..."

His eyes lock on yours, beefy arms crossing over one another as he glares down at you like you're no more than some whiny kid. "No. It’s because you treat this like a fucking joke."

You look at him with that weird expression again, the one that always messes with his head. Not angry. Not crying. Just... confused. A little bit sad. The fucking big sparkly eyes that make his chest ache.

"You can’t just..!" you start, then cut yourself off with a frustrated whine. You're panting softly, clearly worked up by all this. You don't want to leave! You've been giving this place your all, even if it didn't look like it all the time.

"I’ve been trying, okay? It’s not like I don’t care! I’m just… I don’t know, okay?" You shove your hair out of your face, your hands twitching with the need to do something. "You can't just kick me out because I screwed up one simulation!"

"You’ve screwed up more than one, rookie." His voice is firm and very annoyed. He steps closer, making you crane your neck up to look at him. Your footing wavers a bit as you instinctively step back.

"Yeah, well, I’m still trying, aren’t I?" You glare at him defiantly. "You think I like embarrassing myself in front of everyone?" You gather the courage to step closer to him, now shouting. "I’ll prove to you I can do this. Just give me a chance and i’ll show you I can keep up, alright? I need this."

Simon looks at you, his expression unreadable. He scoffs, shaking his head lowly. “Cute. You think you’re some kinda miracle worker?”

You shake your head quickly, looking up at him with your pretty face all flushed from the comment. "No! Don't mock me. I don't wanna be kicked out. I'll do anything to prove I can handle this." You stand there, waiting for him to say something else, and for a long moment, Simon just watches you with that same stern, smoldering gaze.

"Fine. C'mere."

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"Harder, brat," Simon says, giving your ass a firm slap as you bounce dumbly on his cock. He grips your hips bruisingly tight, thick fingers digging into your soft flesh as watches your pussy suck in his cock with each bounce.

You let out a sharp gasp, your hips jerking forward involuntarily as Simon's firm slap stings your sensitive skin. "Fuck! y-yes sir! hngh..." you cry out, clenching your teeth and doubling your efforts to ride him without any help. Your tits bounce with each rough thrust, sweat dripping down your cleavage as you put every ounce of energy into pleasing him and showing him you'll do whatever it takes to stay here.

You feel his heavy balls slapping up against the curve of your ass with each thrust. It's so fucking big, and from the angle you're in, you feel so full each time he buries himself inside you. You squeak softly, tears of overstimulation pricking at your waterline as you struggle to take him all in, and you have to ease yourself down on his cock, your pussy stretching around his length to all of him.

"Atta girl." He hums lazily, not helping you at all. Since you said you'd do anything to prove yourself, then he wanted you to prove you could adapt and handle any challenge you're given, and your current challenge is fucking yourself onto his huge cock.

He grabs a fistful of your hair so he can look at your face while he fucks you dumb, and he admires your swollen lips and glassy eyes. You moan, hands gripping onto his shoulders for dear life.

"Aw. Look at you. Fucked so dumb on my cock that you're crying, hm?" He laughs, looking down to see how his dick disappears into your pussy. For someone so small you take him so well, like you were made for him. "You know, if you wanna tap out, you can, pretty girl."

You whine, shaking your head insistently. you manage to shuffle down far enough to sink down onto most of his cock, and he groans loudly, hands finally flying down to grab your hips to pull you down and fill you to the hilt. "Ah, fuck-" He grunts, holding you still. "Haa, shit, so fucking tight, you're squeezing me hard, sweetheart, can feel all of you."

You bury your face in his neck and wrap your arms around him for comfort as you struggle to take him in, causing his cock to push against your guts with every little movement, gouging its way in and rubbing against your sweet spot. Simon looks down to see the notable bulge where his huge dick rests deep inside you while also helping you bounce slowly onto him.

He copies you, pushing his face into your hair to inhale that dreamy, delicious shampoo you wear, he moves his face down to your pulse point and bites down, laving his tongue over where your pheromones are the strongest. "S-sir, Simon... feels s'good," You croon, pressing your lips onto his and putting little kisses on his mouth.

Experimentally, he snakes his palm between the two of you and pushes down on the bump causing you to flinch hard and bounce so good on his cock. Your moans happen loudly and at the same time. "S-sir! T-too much, oh fuck..." you whimper, lip wobbling as you pinch your eyes shut tightly.

He glides his huge hands over the sensitive flesh on the backs of your thighs. You let out a quiet mewl as he takes control, bouncing you onto his cock like you're a fuck doll.

Simon fucks into you, bullying his fat cock into your sopping pussy by bucking his hips up to meet your downward little bounces, and you can feel every thick inch of his massive cock stretching you open.

"Fuck, your hungry little pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight, sweetheart," He growls, "Can feel every lil' clench as you try to milk my cock. Such a needy, girl, isn't that right?"

He buries himself in you once more, bottoming in and out. Your moans get louder, and you have half a mind to wonder why he isn't shutting you up. Surely barracks aren't soundproof, and everyone must be coming back from dinner by now.

Simon doesn't seem to care about anything but you right now. His cheeks are so flushed and his eyes are dark and dilated. "Look at you, so fucking pretty when you're on my cock." You can only whimper and sob in response, your mind too fucked out to form coherent words. "Fuck, 'm cumming, okay? 'm gonna cum inside you right now, beautiful. Gonna breed you."

With a roar, Simon slams your body down, burying his cock to the hilt inside you as thick, hot ropes of his cum erupt from his throbbing, flared tip. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling of his hot cum flooding your womb, marking you as his.

You feel each pulse and twitch of his cock as he empties his heavy balls deep inside your spasming cunt, your belly swelling slightly from the sheer volume of his release. He helps you chase your own orgasm, pushing down on your belly some more and angling your body so his cock hits your g-spot incessantly, the heel of his hand brushing against your swollen clit. "There you go. Good girl, it's right there. Can feel you pulsing. Cum for me, pretty."

That's all it takes for you to feel that warm, fuzzy feeling of pleasure as you finish around his cock, moaning as you sink down on him and rock your way through your orgasm, pressing your mouth to his and shoving the hulking beast of a man onto the mattress with his cock still in you so you can kiss him, and then do it all again.

[rose24207]

AHHH..!

Summary: Lando panics mid-stream over his girlfriend’s scream, only to find she’s overreacting to a horror game.

Genre: humor, fluff

TW: None!

A/N: ignore the title…. English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist pt.2

Lando leaned back in his chair, his headset snug over his ears, as he focused on the intense F1 simulator race he was playing live on Twitch. Thousands of fans flooded the chat, spamming emojis and cheering him on. His tongue poked out slightly as he braked late into a sharp corner, his face scrunched in concentration.

“Alright, alright,” he muttered, glancing at the mini-map. “P1 is mine—just need to nail this next sector.”

The chat exploded with messages.

"Focus, Lando!”

“Y/N would be beating you right now!”

“Y/N is streaming too, isn’t she?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, I saw her go live before me. She’s probably off building another ridiculous castle in Minecraft or something. You guys know she gets way too into that stuff.”

Unbeknownst to him, you weren’t playing Minecraft. You had decided—for reasons you were already regretting—to tackle a survival horror game that was known for its relentless jump scares.

As Lando passed the final sector, his victory within reach, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air.

It wasn’t just any scream—it was your scream. High-pitched, panicked, and filled with the kind of terror usually reserved for an actual emergency.

“WHAT THE—” Lando flinched violently, his hands jerking the wheel as his car spun out. “Y/N?” His heart leapt into his throat as he ripped off his headset, his wide eyes darting toward the direction of your gaming setup in the next room.

The chat went into an immediate frenzy.

"WHAT WAS THAT!?”

“That sounded like Y/N!”

“BRO, GO CHECK ON HER!”

“SHE’S SCREAMING LIKE SHE’S BEING MURDERED OMG.”

“Hold on, hold on,” Lando muttered, fumbling to mute his mic. He shot out of his chair, his wheels spinning with a loud clatter as it hit the wall behind him. He bolted toward your room, heart pounding, as every worst-case scenario ran through his head.

Meanwhile, in your stream, chaos reigned.

“Oh my God, oh my God, NO!” you shrieked, your voice breaking slightly as your in-game character crouched in a dark hallway. You clutched your mouse tightly, your other hand hovering over the keyboard, ready to hit the escape key at any moment. “WHERE IS IT? WHY IS IT SO QUIET?!”

Your chat was absolutely loving it.

“This is why you don’t play horror games!”

“Headphone users are DEAD.”

“LMAO she’s about to quit.”

The silence in the game dragged on for a moment longer, heightening your nerves. You inched forward cautiously, your character’s flashlight flickering ominously.

And then, without warning, the grotesque creature you’d been dreading lunged at the screen with an ear-shattering roar.

“AAAAHHHHH!” you screamed again, throwing your hands into the air as your chair shot backward, slamming into the wall. Your headphones slid off your head and dangled around your neck as you scrambled to get away from the desk, heart racing.

“NOPE! I’M DONE! I’M DONE!” you yelled, your voice cracking as you practically launched yourself onto the couch in the corner of the room.

That’s when Lando burst into the room, his face pale and panicked. “Y/N?! What happened? Are you okay?”

You screamed again out of fright before you looked up at him from the couch, still clutching your chest. “Lando! Oh my God, you scared me!”

“I scared you?” He blinked, his gaze darting around the room. His eyes landed on your paused game, the horrifying creature frozen mid-attack on the screen. Slowly, his face twisted into a mix of confusion and disbelief. “Wait…was that scream because of… that?”

“YES!” you shouted, gesturing wildly toward the screen. “Look at it! It jumped out of nowhere!”

He stared at the screen again, squinting. “Are you serious? It’s just a…a thing with teeth! That’s not even scary!”

“Not scary? NOT SCARY?! It’s terrifying!” you exclaimed, still catching your breath. “I thought I was gonna die, Lando. Like, my soul left my body for a second.”

His lips twitched, and before you could say anything else, he burst out laughing. “Your soul—oh my God, Y/N. You screamed like someone broke into the house!”

“Well, it felt like someone did!” you retorted, your voice still a little shaky.

Both of your streams had caught up by now, and your respective chats were absolutely losing it.

“LMFAO HE BARGED IN LIKE A HERO!”

“Her scream broke the sound barrier.”

“Why is this the funniest thing ever?”

Lando walked over to your desk and leaned in toward your mic, grinning. “Chat, I need you to confirm—did she actually scream that loud over this thing?” He pointed at the screen dramatically. “Be honest.”

“Stop embarrassing me!” you groaned, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at him. He caught it effortlessly, smirking.

“Oh, you’re never living this down,” he teased, sitting down in your chair and swiveling toward you. “You just gave your stream—and mine, for that matter—the greatest moment of the night.”

You buried your face in your hands. “I hate you sometimes.”

“No, you don’t,” he said confidently, leaning back. “You love me. And besides, I’m your knight in shining armor. I came running when I heard you screaming for help.”

“Yeah, and then immediately started making fun of me,” you shot back, crossing your arms.

“That’s just my way of calming you down.” He shrugged innocently before turning to look at your paused game again. “Alright, let’s finish it together. I’ll keep you safe from all the big, scary monsters.”

You groaned, but a small smile crept onto your face. “Fine. But if you scream, I’m never letting you live it down.”

“Deal,” he said, smirking. “But trust me, I don’t scream.”

Fifteen minutes later, after another brutal jumpscare, Lando let out a high-pitched yell that could probably rival yours. And you? You made sure both of your streams—and all the clips—had proof.

Thank you for reading!

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